Natalia Kapretti - Ill remind him how to perform his duties

My slave husband had grown accustomed to having one of my slave girls catering to his every need. He had forgotten what it meant to truly serve and please a mistress, to perform his duties diligently. But today, Natalia will remind him. She strides into the room where he's lounging, wearing a playful smile on her lips. Her body language speaks volumes: she's in control and ready to take him back to the basics.

Without saying a word, she sits down on his face, feeling his warm breath on her pussy. "Mmm, that's it," she moans, leaning back against him. "You remember how good this feels, don't you?" She lets out a low groan as he begins to lap at her folds like a faithful canine. She enjoys the feeling of power and control that this brings her, knowing full well that she has reduced him to nothing more than a slavish lover.

She stands up abruptly, pushing him away and leaving him wanting. She grabs him by the hair, pulling him up to his feet. "Now it's time for your reminder, my little slave husband," she purrs menacingly. "Time to see just how obedient you really are."

She grabs his ass cheeks in her hands, spreading them wide. "What have we here?" she teases as she slips two fingers into his tight hole. "Feels like someone's been missing their toy boy." She begins to pump in and out, stretching him open before she finally pulls her fingers free, leaving him aching for more.

Smirking, she picks up a thick, black dildo. "Open wide," she commands, shoving it between his lips. "Time to practice making me moan like in those pornographic fantasies of yours." Slowly, she begins to thrust into his mouth, feeling his throat work around the thick shaft. "That's it, baby boy," she coos, her voice laced with sadism. "Show me just how well you take it."

But before long, she's had enough. She grabs him by the hair once again and pulls him over to the vanity. "It's time," she says ominously as she unzips her skirt, revealing her shiny, latex-covered ass. "On your knees. It's morning toilet time."

His face flushes crimson as he realizes what he must do. Slowly, he lowers his face towards her ass, taking in the intoxicating scent of her, a mix of sweat, sex, and power. "Don't make me remind you again," she warns, her voice cold and emotionless. "You know what happens when you disappoint your mistress."

As he opens his mouth wide, she gently places the tip of her ass against his lips. "That's my good boy," she whispers, feeling him part his lips further to accommodate her. "Now suck on mama's juicy, warm hole..." She pauses for dramatic effect. "And taste how delicious you've made it for me today."

He groans, both in anticipation and in disgust. But he obeys, his tongue darting out to lick at her entrance, teasing the sensitive skin around it. She moans, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body. "Yes, that's it," she breathes, her voice full of lust. "Treat me like the queen I am."

As he begins to jostle his tongue around, she slowly begins to lower herself onto his face, feeling the warm breath against her skin. He groans, his nose pressed into her soft flesh. "Mmm, that's it," she coos. "Drink it all in."

She leans back against the vanity, her wet pussy lips brushing against his face. His tongue darts out again, this time lapping at her opening, tasting her essence. She gasps, her body shivering with pleasure. "So good," she murmurs, her voice breaking. "You are such a skilled lover."

And so, the morning goes on. He services her, worshipping at her bare feet, taking her seed deep into his throat. And she basks in the glory of her power, her slave-husband nothing more than a willing pawn in her twisted game of control.

At long last, she sighs contentedly. "That will be enough for now," she says, standing up and giving him one last look of satisfaction. "Remember, I will be back for more tonight. And don't you dare forget that this is your new reality, my little husband."

With that, she turns on her heel and leaves him there, alone with his thoughts and his desires. He remains on his knees for a moment longer, the taste of her still lingering on his tongue, before finally rising to his feet with a defeated sigh.