Natalia Kapretti stood before her slave, grinning wickedly as she watched his eyes grow wide with anticipation. This was the moment he had been waiting for, and she was about to make his dreams come true. He was hers after all; she could do whatever she wanted with him. Including using him as a human toilet. She had given him the nickname "Toilet Shit Eater" due to his unique fixation on being used in such a degrading manner. She found it arousing, and it was the perfect role for him.
"Two weeks I waited for this moment," she began, taking a deep breath. "For two weeks wanted to shit in your mouth, my Toilet Shit-eater." She chuckled darkly, pleased with herself as her words sank into his ears like poison. "All the same in our lives, get used to good things fast, and a lively toilet is essential." She observed him carefully, wondering if he was going to explode from the sheer excitement coursing through his veins.
Natalia stepped forward, her heels clicking against the cold floor as she approached the bowl. She undid her pants and let them fall to the ground, revealing her rounded backside. Then, she took a deep breath and pushed out, using all her might to force a large turd from her anus. It landed with a soft splat on the cold porcelain, splattering a bit onto his face. She laughed cruelly, her eyes shining with a mix of amusement and pure malice.
"Pleasure from the fact that you're shitting in your mouth, a living man can't be compared with anything!" She boasted, her voice full of confidence. "Anyone who does this knows." She smiled again, walking around the bowl to give him the perfect view of her prize. She climbed onto the edge of the toilet and leaned down towards him, their faces mere inches apart. "I pooped," she growled, her hot breath hitting his cheek. "A lot. And I sat on your toilet mouth. But you," she said, running a finger through the soft, warm feces. "You swallow fast."
She hissed as she felt him start to gulp and she smiled even more widely, reveling in the power she held over him. "The feeling of warm shit in the crotch," she purred, "so perfectly!" Understanding that he couldn't breathe and would have to swallow quickly, she pushed his head forward roughly. "Uummm," she moaned in satisfaction as she felt the cool air hit her ass cheeks. She felt him suck and lap at the mess, pulling it into his mouth while she continued to grind her hips against the toilet bowl.
"Understanding," she whispered as she ground against him, "that he is under you," she gasped, feeling his tongue against her hole, "can't breathe." Her words came out in short, sharp gasps that echoed around the room. "And swallow quickly," she urged, thrilling at the thought of him choking on her feces. When she finally pulled him away, her lips were stained red from the shit particles that clung stubbornly to them. "So beautiful..." she gently trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper.
With one last glance at the toilet bowl, filled with various shades of brown and streaks of red from their shared experience, she turned and walked away, leaving him there, breathless and covered in her filth. It was just the beginning for them. She knew he loved every moment of being her human toilet, and she would continue to use him in this degrading manner as often as possible.
