Natalia Kapretti - Eat this biggest shit you pigs snout, toilet

You are back in my toilet and I couldn't be happier. You have always been my toilet slave to the core, and today, I will remind you of that. Sit on the floor, I order you, and watch as I gather up some shaving cream. Your eyes widen as you realize what I'm about to do, but there isn't anything you can do to stop me. I smile as I start shaving your head, stripping you of your sense of self one strand of hair at a time. The sound of the razor cutting through your skin sends shivers down my spine, and when I finally finish, I throw the razor down and lean in close to your face. I smile wickedly and shave off your eyebrows, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.

As you start to tear up, I lean in even closer and whisper in your ear, "Without your eyebrows, you can't go out in public. You're mine now, and everyone will know what you've become." You try to say something, but I calmly place a hand on your mouth and silence you. "Don't say a word," I warn you. "You are mine." It is true, and there is nothing you can do about it. Your heart races as you realize that you are completely at my mercy.

I stand up and go over to my nightstand, where I keep my prized possessions. You tremble as you watch me pick up a large, steaming plate of something. "Today," I tell you, my voice dripping with darkness, "is the day I've been waiting for. You've neglected your duties as my toilet slave, so today, we have a visitor." Lana smiles at you, her eyes filled with excitement. "She hasn't eaten shit in a long time," she says, her voice filled with delight. I smile and nod, knowing full well what she's talking about.

You are led over to the dining room table where we sit you down, the plate of whatever-it-is in front of you. I can see the fear in your eyes as you eye it suspiciously. "Eat, " I command, my voice cold and resounding through the room. You tremble, your hands shaking as you pick up the first bite. Oh how I have missed this, the sound of you gagging as you try to swallow the fetid mass in your mouth. I let out a contented sigh and lean back in my chair, watching as my guest pours a glass of something for you to wash it down.

The taste is nauseating, but you can't refuse. You are forced to drink it all, the foul mixture of their piss and shit, mixing together in your mouth to create a disgusting brew. But, I tell you, this is not the end. I stand up and approach you once more, my eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Now," I say, "it's time for dessert." And with that, I pull down my pants, bending over the table so my ass is level with your face. You gag, the sight of it making you doubt you'll ever eat again. But you know better than that. You are a toilet slave, after all.

As I release a massive, 12-inch-long shit, you're unsure of what to do. But, there's no way out of this. You know you have to eat it. Licking your lips and closing your eyes, you reach out with trembling hands and take the first bite. It's thick and slimy, coating your tongue and making you choke. But you keep eating, driven by the knowledge that if you don't, I'll make you eat it all over again. The smell of it fills the room, but you don't care. All that matters is that you're doing your duty.

When finally, you've finished, you look up at me, your eyes filled with respect. You've proven your loyalty and devotion to me once more. I smile, pleased with myself, and lean in close to you. "Now," I whisper, "you can leave." My words send shivers down your spine, but you don't argue. You know that this is just the beginning. You'll be back, and you'll be mine, forever.

You are my toilet slave, and there's nothing you can do about it.