Natalia Kapretti - Confesses toiletbowl in love, wash from shit

Natalia Kapretti - Confesses toiletbowl in love, wash from shit

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As I stood behind Natalia Kapretti, I could feel the tension in her body. She hadn't moved a muscle since I told her to go wash up. It was clear that she didn't want to do anything I asked of her, but there was something about the way she knelt down in front of the toilet bowl that told me she was willing to go to great lengths to please me. Her head was bowed low, her long brown hair falling over her face as she leaned forward and kissed the cool porcelain. I watched as she ran her tongue along the rim, tasting the faint traces of my essence mixed with her own. It was a powerful display of devotion, one that left me both aroused and slightly disturbed. I whispered her slave name, feeling the power it held over her. "Natalia Kapretti, confess your love for this bowl." She looked up at me then, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I... I love you, toilet bowl," she stammered, a tremor in her voice. "I'll do anything for you." A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of what she might be willing to do. "Good girl," I murmured, reaching down to stroke her hair. "Now get yourself clean. Slave husband is coming to wash you from shit." Her face clouded over at the mention of her husband, but she didn't protest as I guided her into the bathroom. I watched as she slowly peeled off her dirty, smelly clothes, revealing her pale skin covered in sweat and filth. She was a perfect example of the toilet slave she truly was, and it filled me with a perverse sense of satisfaction. "Wash your face from shit," I commanded, my voice cold and distant. "And let me remind you, there will be no hiding this from your husband. You'll be coming home to him with a face covered in your own filth." Natalia's eyes widened in horror at the thought, but she didn't argue. Instead, she stepped into the shower and turned on the water, wincing as the hot stream hit her skin. I could hear her sobbing through the door, and despite myself, I felt a twinge of pity for her. But it was short-lived, replaced by the thrill of power that coursed through my veins. I knew that Natalia would always be my toilet slave, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. And as long as I held the power over her, she would never be free from her dirty, disgusting addiction.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 6min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 5709 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 192 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 271MB