Natalia Kapretti - Eat five days collected shit, pathetic slave, toilet

Natalia Kapretti stood over her toilet slave, her eyes gleaming with delight. The slave, face covered in brown remnants of the smelly treats he had been fed, looked up at his mistress nervously. He could feel warm liquid coursing through his veins as he waited for her next command. Natalia bent down and slowly ran her fingers through the remaining shit on the slave's face, smiling as she did so.

She straightened up and pointed to a small table beside the toilet, upon which sat several more servings of the delicacy he had grown to know so well. "Well, my toilet, it's time for dessert. I've been cooking it five days, collecting shit for you. Look, this is teramisu, smelly, soft and cool. And you're going to eat it now."

She watched as the slave's eyes widened in horror, and she couldn't help but chuckle evilly. "You're trying to ruin my mood, aren't you? You'll eat all the shit I feed you." With that, she grabbed the slave's chin and forced his mouth open. "Open your mouth, open it wider."

The slave whimpered as he felt her warm breath against his face. When she finally let go of his chin, he didn't know whether to be relieved or more terrified. "Eat my shit, swallow," she hissed. "You are my loo, my toilet bowl and dump. It's delicious shit, isn't it? Like shit sherbet."

The slave couldn't move as he felt his mouth filling up with the disgusting concoction. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself not to gag, but it was no use. The taste was overpowering and nauseating, yet somehow...addictive. As he swallowed the last mouthful, he looked up at Natalia, awaiting her next command.

"Today is your holiday," she purred, leaning over him and running her fingers through his hair. "You're eating your fourth pile of shit." She straightened up again and snapped her fingers, and a servant appeared holding a tray of gleaming silver objects. "Today I'm going to fill you with shit up to your ears."

The slave closed his eyes as he felt something hard and cold press against his lips. He opened his eyes to see a brand-new, sparkling silver buttplug, its tip resting against his bottom lip. Natalia smiled wickedly as she watched him struggle not to gag on the enormity of the object. "Entertain us, pig-snout," she commanded. "Eat shit and sing a song. This is only your first experience of eating so much shit. I'll be doing it to you regularly and constantly from now on."

As the slave complied, his mind reeling with the realization of what he had just agreed to, Natalia stepped back to watch, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She couldn't believe how much control she had over this pathetic creature, and she couldn't wait to see how much further she could push him into her depraved world of toilet slavery.