Natalia Kapretti, the stunning and dominant mistress, was enjoying her holiday to the fullest. She had stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving behind her unsuspecting toilet slave, eagerly waiting outside. Inside, Natalia let out a sigh of contentment as she settled onto the toilet seat, feeling the warmth of her ass cheeks against the cool porcelain. Her heart was racing with excitement, knowing that her toilet slave was just outside, waiting for her command.
She thought back to the day when she had purchased him, how he had been nothing more than a pitiful, worthless object. But now, he was hers, and she intended to make the most of him. With a cruel smile playing on her lips, she spoke softly into the intercom system. "Come in, slave," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The door creaked open, and in he walked. He was nervous, of course, but he knew better than to show it. He knelt down before her, his head bowed in submission. "Congratulations on your holiday, Mistress," he said, his voice trembling slightly.
Natalia leaned forward, placing her hands on the edge of the toilet bowl. "Thank you, slave," she purred, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "But you haven't properly congratulated me yet." She turned around and spread her legs wide, presenting him with her perfect, round ass. "Show me how grateful you are, slave. Lick my ass."
He hesitated for a moment, his heart thundering in his chest. But he knew what she wanted, and he couldn't refuse. Slowly, he lowered his head towards her juicy behind, his tongue tracing small circles around the outline of her asshole. "Yes, slave," Natalia said softly, her voice full of lust. "That's it. Lick my ass like a good little toilet slave."
His tongue prodded deeper into her ass, pushing against her tight sphincter. She gasped, feeling the cold, wet tongue pushing against her sensitive walls. "Oh god, yes," she moaned, closing her eyes in ecstasy. "That feels so good."
His tongue was working overtime now, lapping up the juices that were beginning to seep out of Natalia's ass. She couldn't believe how much pleasure she was getting from this simple act. Suddenly, she had an idea. "Shit, slave," she commanded. "Open your mouth. I want to see how much you want this."
He hesitated again, his mind whirling with conflicting emotions. But he knew what she wanted, and he couldn't refuse. Loosening his jaw, he opened his mouth wide, exposing his eager tongue and waiting for her next command. "Good boy," she purred, reaching down and rubbing her soaking crotch against his face. "I want you to feel the full force of my shit."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, counting to three in her head. On the count of three, she let loose a stream of watery shit, directly into her toilet slave's eagerly waiting mouth. He gagged slightly, feeling the warm, foul substance filling his mouth. But he didn't stop. He kept going, lapping up every last drop of her shit as if it were the most delicious nectar in the world.
When she was finally satisfied, Natalia stood up and turned around, grinning at the sight of her toilet slave, who was still on his knees, saliva dripping from his mouth and her shit coating his tongue. "Excellent work, slave," she said, reaching down to pat him on the head. "You have served me well. Now go back to waiting outside like a good boy."
With that, she pushed open the bathroom door and strutted back into the main room, feeling stronger and more powerful than ever. Her toilet slave, meanwhile, crawled back to his designated spot outside the bathroom, feeling a strange mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through his veins. He knew that this life of servitude was not what he had ever wanted for himself. But for some reason, he couldn't help but feels an odd sense of satisfaction in knowing that he was making his mistress happy.
