Natalia Kapretti - Constipated my slavegirl, cleansing enema with shit

Natalia Kapretti had been stuck in a business meeting all day, with barely enough time to find a private moment to address her full bladder. By the time she arrived home, her slave girl was already awaiting her, eager to serve. However, as Natalia entered the room and made her way towards the toilet, she noticed something was off about her slave girl. She was slouching, her face flush, and there was an unpleasant odor in the air - almost like something was amiss in her bowels.

Natalia's trained eye knew what this meant: her slave girl was constipated. She couldn't help but grin cruelly. There would be no need for painful enemas tonight, not when nature would take its course. With a sinister gleam in her eye, Natalia walked up behind her slave girl and placed a hand onto her distended belly.

The slave girl jumped at the unexpected touch, but didn't utter a word. Natalia couldn't resist the urge to feel the cruel, tight rocks of feces pressing against her palm. "It appears you're having trouble moving your bowels," she purred, her breath warm against her slave girl's ear. "Perhaps a few laxatives will help."

As she spoke, Natalia slowly withdrew her hand and slipped a small tablet between her slave girl's parted lips. The girl closed her mouth around it, swallowing reflexively as Natalia watched with satisfaction. Moments later, she heard the girl scuttle off to the bathroom, leaving Natalia alone to await the inevitable.

The anticipation was almost too much for Natalia. She paced the floor, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood. Time slowed down as she listened for the telltale sounds of her slave girl's bowels moving. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she heard it - a soft grunt of relief followed by a gush of liquid. Her heart raced with excitement as she made her way towards the bathroom door, barely able to contain herself.

She paused outside the door, listening intently as the sounds of her slave girl's bowel movements grew louder. There were a few plops as small pieces of hardened feces dropped into the toilet water, followed by a long, low rumble as the remainder of the hard, compact mass broke free and began to move down her slave girl's gut. Natalia's fingers dug into the doorjamb as she fought to maintain her composure.

Finally, she heard the unmistakable gurgling noise of water filling the bowl. Her heart leapt into her throat as she counted down the seconds in her head. One... two... three... On the third count, the handle jerked down and the sound of running water filled the room. Natalia smirked, baring her teeth in a predatory grin.

She pushed open the door and stepped inside,’s eyes raking over her slave girl's vulnerable form as she knelt before the toilet. The stench of shit was thick in the air, but Natalia welcomed it - it was the sweet aroma of submission. "Good girl," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It looks like you've finally taken care of business."

Her slave girl said nothing, but Natalia could see the dark stain spreading across her loose-fitting robe. With a cruel smile, she reached down and grabbed a fistful of the fabric, yanking it upward to reveal her slave girl's exposed bottom half. It was a sight to behold - the girl's hamstrings were taut with strain as she fought to maintain her balance, her cheeks blushing bright red from the combination of heat and embarrassment.

Natalia sighed contently, her breath stirring the soft hairs around her slave girl's anus. Kneeling down beside her, she placed her hand on the girl's lower back and began to massage slowly, circling her fingers gently around the puckered anal ring.

Her slave girl squirmed uncomfortably beneath the touch, but Natalia paid her no mind. "Relax," she cooed, her voice low and soothing. "This won't hurt a bit."

Slowly, Natalia inserted one finger into her slave girl's anus, feeling the resisting muscles give way under her gentle pressure. Once she was fully seated, she began to move her finger in and out of the tight, warm hole, stretching it wider with each thrust. Her other hand massaged the girl's upper thigh, coaxing her legs further apart. Soon, she could feel her slave girl begin to tremble in anticipation of what was to come next.

Without warning, Natalia pulled her hand away from her slave girl's anus, leaving it gaping open and exposed. She rose to her feet, her skirt swishing around her thighs as she walked across the room. Moments later, she returned holding a long, thick rubber hose. With a predatory glint in her eye, she snapped the tip of the hose and began to uncoil it, revealing it's true purpose to her shuddering slave girl below.

With an evil grin, she approached her slave girl from behind, grabbing hold of her hips and spreading them wide. As she did so, the tip of the hose brushed against her slave girl's exposed anus, causing the girl to let out a gasp of shock. Natalia chuckled darkly, taking hold of the hose and positioning the nozzle just above her slave girl's asshole.

She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air. Then, with a sudden burst of force, she pushed the nozzle forward, pressing it deep into her slave girl's bowels. The girl let out a high-pitched shriek of pain, her body bucking wildly as the cold, unforgiving rubber invaded her most intimate space. Natalia smiled cruelly, watching with delight as her slave girl squirmed in agony beneath her.

As she kept the pressure on, the water began to flow, filling her slave girl's gut with warm, soothing relief. Soon, the sound of rushing water drowned out the girl's pitiful whimpers, and all that could be heard was the gentle sloshing of water moving back and forth within her slave girl's bowels.

After several minutes, Natalia decided she had administered enough liquid to soften the offending mass in her slave girl's colon. With a sharp tug, she pulled the hose free, watching as a thick, gloppy stream of brown water mixed with shit gushed from her slave girl's asshole. It was a sickening sight, but one that filled Natalia with a perverse sense of satisfaction - the knowledge that she had total control over her slave girl's most basic functions was intoxicating.

As the flow slowed to a trickle, Natalia reached down and gave her slave girl's cheek a playful slap. "There now," she purred, her voice dripping with false concern. "All better, aren't you?" Her slave girl said nothing, but the look of abject fear and submission in her eyes was answer enough for Natalia. She turned and walked away, leaving her slave girl to clean up the mess she had created. But as she walked away, Natalia couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement - the knew that there would be many more opportunities to torment and humiliate her helpless toilet slave girl in the future...

...and she couldn't wait to see what new ways she could come up with to make her feel even more powerless and submissive.