Natalia Kapretti: Eat my stinky shit

I sat on the throne, my stomach rumbling softly as I eyed my toilet slave, who was kneeling before me. My asshole was already starting to expel the stinky, soft mass that had been festering in my bowels all morning.

Slowly, I lowered myself down onto the toilet seat and released a fart, letting it waft up into his face. He gagged a bit but stayed in position, his eyes pleading with me to give him what I knew he wanted.

With a smirk, I let another sizable turd slip out and into the bowl. It was enormous, filled with an unholy concoction of fecal matter and left over food from my morning meal. I picked it up with my fingers, making sure to get every last bit of the good stuff, and held it up for him to see.

His mouth watered immediately, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you really want this?" I purred, toying with him.

He nodded frantically, but I still decided to tease him a bit more. With a sly grin, I leaned over and stuck my index finger into my mouth, tasting the salty, earthy flavor of my shit. Then, slowly, I stuck the finger in his mouth, forcing him to taste it.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and the smell of arousal emanated from him. "Good boy," I cooed, pulling my finger out of his mouth. "Now, come and taste my stinky shit."

He crawled towards me hesitantly, his face and body trembling with anticipation. I lowered myself back onto the toilet seat, placing my foot on his shoulder to steady myself.

With a soft moan, he leaned into the bowl and opened his mouth wide, his tongue curling in excitement. I pressed the turd into his mouth, feeling it squish between his lips and teeth. He tried to swallow quickly, but it was too much for him at once.

I could feel his throat working as he struggled to get it down, and a wave of arousal washed over me at the sight. My urge to relieve myself intensified, and I knew he would have to wait a bit longer.

I let out another fart, this one bigger than the first, and watched as my slave tried to catch every last bit. The smell of shit and ass filled the air, and I could see the pleasure on his face.

Finally, I deemed him worthy enough to continue. I smeared more shit on his lips and worked it into his hair, covering his face and body with the thick, stinky mess. He moaned loudly, lost in the ecstasy of what he was doing.

I reached down and caressed his cock through his pants, feeling it twitch in anticipation. "You like that, don't you?" I asked, my voice dripping with honey. "You love eating my stinky shit."

He nodded vigorously, his eyes never leaving the turd still stuck to his face. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered, "I'll do anything for you."

With a final push, I forced the rest of the turd into his mouth, savoring the sight of it bulging from the corners of his lips. He swallowed with difficulty, still struggling to get it all down.

Finally, satisfied, I reached down and pulled him towards me by his hair. Our mouths met in a passionate kiss, tongues tangling as we exchanged the taste of shit.

I could feel him trembling beneath me, his cock throbbing against my hand. I slipped my hand inside his pants and wrapped it around his shaft, pumping him slowly.

As he began to moan louder, I removed my hand from his pants and leaned over the toilet bowl, fishing another, larger turd out of the water. I smothered his face with it, covering him entirely in the thick, stinky mess.

His moans turned into gasps for air as I worked the shit into his body, rubbing it against his skin and chest. The smell was overwhelming, but we were both lost in the ecstasy of our shared perversion.

Finally, I was satisfied. I stood up, pulling him to his feet with me. He was completely covered in shit, his body glistening in the dim light of the bathroom.

With a devilish grin, I leaned down and pressed my dripping-wet lips against his, sharing one last mouthful of my stinky shit before pushing him away and locking him in the toilet. He groaned pitiably but didn't struggle, knowing that he had earned this and much more.

As I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder what other depraved acts I could convince him to perform next. The possibilities were endless, and the thought sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.