Natalia Kapretti was a beautiful yet eccentric woman with an intense fascination for manipulating others. She craved control and power above all else, often enjoying watching her subjects squirm under her command. One of her favorite pastimes involved using people as toilets, which she referred to as "training sessions." Her chosen partner for these sessions was a man she affectionately referred to as her "shit-eater."
She had selected him carefully years ago, identifying him as someone who craved humiliation and pain. He was incredibly submissive, willing to do anything she asked of him - even if it meant consuming her feces. Over time, their relationship had morphed into something both twisted and perverse.
Natalia would often spend hours preparing herself for their sessions, carefully planning what she would eat and drink prior to meeting with her shit-eater. Today was no different. She had indulged in a feast of spicy foods, knowing full well that it would result in a particularly pungent and sticky shit load. Her ass was already beginning to ache with the heavy weight inside of her, but she took solace in the knowledge that soon, her shit-eater would be there to clean it all up.
As she made her way to meet him, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. Her heart raced, and she felt a thrill coursing through her veins. When she finally arrived at their designated meeting spot, she found him kneeling patiently, his head bowed in submission. His eyes widened in recognition as he saw the state she was in, his cock already beginning to twitch beneath his pants.
"Have you been a good boy?” She purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Do you think you're worthy of receiving my filth?”
He nodded eagerly, his tongue darting out to run across his bottom lip. "Yes, mistress. I've been waiting patiently for this moment. Please, may I have your shit?”
She giggled, reveling in his desire. "Of course, my little shit-eater," she said, grabbing onto his chin and forcing him to look into her eyes. "But first, prove to me that you truly deserve it. Beg me, beg me to use you as my toilet.”
His face flushed with embarrassment, but he obliged, whispering obscenities under his breath as he pleaded for her to unload onto his face. Satisfied with his display of submission, Natalia finally relieved herself, emptying her bowels into his eagerly waiting mouth. He gagged slightly as the hot, sticky mass invaded his mouth, but he didn't stop until she finally pulled away, leaving him coated in her filth.
"Good boy," she praised him, running her fingers through his hair. "Now, come with me. It's time to finish what you started.”
With that, she led him to the bathroom, where she instructed him to kneel beside the toilet. She then undid her pants and stepped out of them, revealing her soiled ass to him. "Look at what you've done," she taunted him, swiping a finger through her shitty chasm. "Isn't it beautiful?"
He nodded frantically, his tongue tracing between his lips as he began to lap at the excess shit that clung to her skin. Natalia watched in satisfaction, knowing that he would continue to clean her until every last trace of shit was gone.
As the session drew to a close, she felt a strange sense of accomplishment wash over her. She had once again managed to manipulate someone into doing her bidding; more importantly, she had done so without anyone being the wiser. Her shit-eater was her secret weapon, her hidden pleasure that she indulged in when no one else was looking.
And so, with a contented sigh, Natalia Kapretti made her way back to her life of luxury and power, leaving behind a trail of shitty devastation and a shit-eater who would do anything to please her.
