Natalia Kapretti - Ill feed you shit day and night

Welcome to my world, my dear slave. As I write this, I cannot help but imagine the look of hunger and desire in your eyes as you long for the moment when I will finally grant you the honor of becoming my personal toilet. You have been waiting for this opportunity for so long, haven't you? Well, here it is. The moment you have been dreaming about has arrived. You are about to become the object of my most intimate desires, the one who will consume all of my waste products day and night. Your mouth will be filled with the sweet, hot, smelly flavor of my shit and your throat will be washed with the refreshing taste of my urine. Your sole purpose in life will be to fulfill my every need, to become an extension of my body, accepting and enjoying everything that I choose to give you. I wake up in the morning, my body already aching with anticipation. I take a seat on the toilet, knowing that you are eagerly waiting for me. You won't move until I tell you to, won't even breathe until you have been granted permission to begin your duties. The moment I finish my morning business, I will call out to you, my slave. The words will echo through the house, ringing in your ears, filling your mind with the sweet scent of my shit and the taste of my piss. With a loud grunt, I push out the last remnants of my breakfast, feeling the warmth spread throughout my body. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but I know that it is only the beginning. I bend over, sniffing the aroma that is now filling the air, savoring the scent that will soon be in your mouth. I spread my legs wide, inviting you to taste every inch of me, knowing that you will be honored to do so. Finally, I call out to you, my slave. "ToiletSlaver", I whisper, feeling the power of my words move through you. "Come and clean up my mess." With a rapid heartbeat, you approach me, your eyes never leaving my body, your tongue already wetting your lips in anticipation. You kneel before me, ready to do my bidding, ready to become one with me, one with my waste. I thrust my hips forward, pushing my shit closer to your waiting mouth. "Open up", I command, watching as your lips part, revealing your eager tongue. "Taste me", I groan, feeling the weight of my body as I lean back into the toilet. You reach out with your hands, one carefully holding my ass, the other reaching between my legs to spread my pussy lips wide. Slowly, relishing in the sight of your hesitation, I push my shit-covered hands towards your face. Your nostrils flare as you draw in the scent, your lips quivering as you anticipate the moment when you will finally taste me. I pull your face closer, feels so fucking good to have you like this. Your lips touch my fingertips, and I know that you are ready. Without breaking eye contact, you plant your lips firmly around my index finger, sucking it clean of my waste. My moans fill the room, my body trembling with pleasure at your devotion. I reach out and grab your hair, pulling your head closer to my crotch as I force another finger into your mouth. You take it willingly, eager to prove your worth as my toilet slave. Finally, I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt, lifting it up to expose my breasts. You lean forward, your tongue circling around my nipple, dripping saliva and tiny strings of my shit onto it. I gasp, feeling the sensation of your tongue on my sore, tender flesh. My body shudders with excitement as I feel the warmth of your breath on my skin. As you continue to worship my body with your tongue, I lower my buttocks to the edge of the toilet bowl. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, you lower your mouth to my asshole, kissing it gently before opening wide. The tip of your tongue explores my anus, licking the tight, puckered hole as I feel the coolness of the toilet seat against the skin of my thighs. With a deep sigh, I push the last of my shit into your waiting mouth, feeling the weight of it press against the back of your throat. You swallow reflexively, your eyes rolling back in your head as you try to suppress the gag reflex. And then, with a satisfied grunt, I push myself off the toilet and stand up, feeling my power over you as your tongue searches for any last traces of my shit. "Very good, ToiletSlaver", I say, my voice filled with pride. "Now, it's time for you to earn your keep." With that, I turn and walk away, my naked body swaying gently with each step. I hear the slurping sounds as you clean up after me, getting ready for your next task. And I can't help but smile. Because I know that, for you, this is heaven. This is what you were born to do. And as long as I'm around, you will never be disappointed.