As Natalia Kapretti prepared for her day, her mind wandered to the evening ahead when she would be meeting with her toilet shit eater. The anticipation of him devouring her excrement had been making her increasingly aroused as of late. However, after waiting patiently for four hours past their agreed meeting time, her patience began to wear thin.
Wearing nothing but a revealing bra and panties, she grabbed a glass jar from the kitchen counter and made her way to the bathroom. With a look of determination on her face, she lowered her lacey underwear and began to relieve herself into the jar. The warm, smelly liquid filling the container sent shivers down her spine as she thought about how he would have to endure this taste tonight.
Finally finishing, she screwed the lid onto the jar and set it aside. It was then that she heard a light knock on the door. With a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth, she opened the door to reveal her toilet shit eater standing before her, looking nervous and unsure of himself.
"You're late," she said coolly, her voice echoing off the walls of the small apartment.
"I'm so sorry, Natalia," he stammered out apologetically. "I got caught up at work and couldn't leave on time."
Natalia's eyes narrowed in anger as she recalled the hours she had spent waiting for him. "Well, you should have called," she said sharply. "I didn't have anyone else to do this for me."
"I'm sorry, I really am," he repeated, refusing to let his gaze fall from hers. "Please forgive me, I promise it won't happen again."
For a moment, Natalia considered relenting. After all, he was usually so punctual and attentive during their meetings. But the thought of making him suffer for his tardiness was too tempting to resist. With a cruel smile spreading across her face, she stepped aside and motioned for him to enter.
As he tentatively stepped inside, Natalia closed the door behind him. Leaning casually against the doorframe, she asked coyly, "So, are you ready for your punishment?" Her eyes darted down to the jar in her hand before flicking back up to meet his wide-eyed gaze.
"N-no, please," he stammered nervously. "I'll make it up to you, just please don't do that."
Natalia's heart thrummed with pleasure as she saw just how much he was struggling with her demands. This was exactly what she had been hoping for. "Oh, but I think you'll enjoy this," she purred, taking a step towards him. "It's only fair that you suffer a little bit for being so late."
Withoutwarning, she pulled the lid off the jar and held it under his nose. The stench of excrement filled the air around them, making his eyes water and his stomach churn. Gagging softly, he tried to pull away from her but she held him tightly.
"Open your mouth," she commanded softly.
Reluctantly, he obeyed, sticking out his tongue as far as possible. Slowly, she tipped the jar, allowing a thick stream of her shit to pour down his throat. He gagged and choked, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to swallow the disgusting mouthful.
Natalia held him there, forcing him to take every last drop. As he finally did, she pulled the jar away and stepped back, admiring the look of utter defeat on his face. "There, now you know how it feels to keep someone waiting," she said coldly, her voice echoing through the room.
Without another word, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving him there to process what had just happened. She knew he would never dare to be late again. The power she held over him was intoxicating, and she reveled in it. As she slid back into bed later that night, her mind wandered once again to their next meeting. This time, she couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine at the thought of what she would make him do.
