Title: Natalia Kapretti - Know your place shit eater. Collection
Studio: Natalia Kapretti
There he was again, my beloved shit-eater. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him try to run away from me. He thought he could escape his fate but little did he know that I would always find him and put him back in his place.
As I approached him, my heart raced with excitement. It was time for another lesson in obedience. He whimpered softly, his eyes full of fear as he trembled under my gaze. It was time for him to understand who was in charge here - me!
Slowly, I unfurled my enormous strap-on dildo. It was bigger than any toy he had seen before, dripping with thick, gooey shit. "This is what you call home now," I said with a wicked grin, slapping his face with a wet, stinking glob of feces. "Welcome back, my little shit-eater."
Without further ado, I plunged the glistening dildo deep into his ass, tearing another scream from his lips. I took my time filling him up, relishing in the sound of his pained moans and the sight of his trembling body.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally pulled out, leaving him gasping for breath. "Now," I said, putting the dildo to one side, "it's time for you to eat my shit." He looked at the enormous pile of filth in front of him, his eyes wide with terror. "You heard me, shit-eater. Eat my shit."
Slowly, he crawled towards the heap, his hands shaking as he lowered his face down to the disgusting mass. A pungent stench filled the air as he began forcing the first mouthfuls into his mouth. I watched, feeling a sickening mix of pleasure and disgust, as he struggled with every bite, his eyes streaming with tears.
"Good boy," I praised him, even as the taste of his tears and his humiliation mixed together in my mouth. "Now, let's see how much you can take." And with that, I pulled down his pants, pushed his face into a pile of fresh shit, and made him eat until there was nothing left but the smell of decay and the taste of his own misery.
Finally, when I was satisfied that he had learned his lesson again, I released him from his ordeal. He crawled away, his body trembling, his face smeared with feces. It was then that I realized - I didn't just break him; I owned him, body and soul. He would always be my shit-eater, my toilet slave, and nothing would ever change that.
And so, I smiled to myself, looking forward to the next time I would find him and remind him of his place. In this world, there was only one person in charge - me. And as long as I had him, no one else could ever take his place.
