Natalia Kapretti - bunch of shit in mouth in morning

In the early morning hours, Natalia Kapretti strolled through the park, taking in the fresh air and peaceful surroundings. But her mind was elsewhere - fixated on her toilet bowl slave, whom she pitied and despised in equal measure. The thought of returning home to her lavish mansion filled her with anticipation as she savored the idea of relieving herself into his waiting mouth once more. After all, he had agreed to be her living toilet; a shameful, degrading role that he had willingly assented to.

She remembered how it all began. Months ago, Natalia had spotted him at a charity function - he was handsome and wealthy, but most importantly, he had been completely smitten by her. She had played with his emotions, leading him on with promises of love and companionship before revealing the true nature of their relationship. Shock and horror had given way to resignation as he agreed to become her toilet slave.

As she approached her opulent home, the image of her slave kneeling before the toilet bowl, eagerly awaiting her next shit, flooded her mind. The thought of him being entirely at her mercy, his existence dedicated to servicing her most intimate needs, sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She imagined watching him struggle to fit the massive butt plug she'd left in him throughout the day, his already gaping asshole stretched beyond tolerance.

Upon entering the house, Natalia made straight for the bathroom, her heart racing with anticipation. Her slave was kneeling there as always, head bowed in submission, ass eagerly waiting for her to unleash its contents. She grinned wickedly as she lowered her lace-clad lap onto his mouth, taking pleasure in the way he immediately began cleaning her with eager, desperate motions. As he worked feverishly to please her, Natalia reveled in the power she held over him - this once proud and respected man now reduced to a living toilet bowl, at her beck and call.

Soon, she felt the familiar pressure building up within her. As it grew stronger, she leaned forward slightly, the feeling of fullness both thrilling and indulgent. She let out a long, slow sigh of satisfaction as she felt her warm, thick shit spill out of her ass and into his waiting mouth. He moaned around the massive glob of shit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. And so it continued - an endless cycle of humiliation and degradation that Natalia enjoyed to the bitter end.

When she finally detached herself from his lips, she stood and turned to him, her expression cold and cruel. "You know the rules," she hissed. "Clean yourself up, and wait for my next order." With that, she strode away, leaving him to endure the shame and embarrassment of his situation alone. Deep down, she knew that he would always come back; that he was hers, body and soul. And as she prepared for her day ahead, clad in her favorite red dress, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of how lucky she was to have a living toilet bowl all to herself.