Natalia Kapretti - Ill remind him how to perform his duties

My slave husband is quite lazy. He is used to my slave girls, one or other, serving me all time and being close to me. And he relaxed, forgot how to perform his duties. Now I'll remind him. For starters, lick my ass, and I have fun, sit on his face, let him squirm. Then I'll fuck him in the ass with my fist, first with one hand, then with two hands. I insert in his asshole already two hands, and you moan like in porn, seduce me those sounds. And of course, it's time for the morning toilet. Open your toilet mouth, I'll shit in it. How does my shit taste today? What are you mumbling about? Too delicious for you, start chewing and eating. "Yes, my love," he groans, "I understand. Please, mistress, use me however you want. I deserve every bit of your humiliation." His words are weak and submissive, but they make me hard. His obedience turns me on more than anything else. I stand up from the edge of the bed and saunter over to him. He cowers in fear when he sees me coming, his eyes wide with anticipation of what's to come. I can't help but chuckle at his pathetic display of submission. I straddle his face, feeling the warmth of his breath on my ass cheeks as he stares up at me with hungry eyes. "Mmhmm," I hum, grinding my sex against his face. "Taste your mistress's ass, slave." His tongue darts out tentatively at first, but I swat it away impatiently. "Don't be weak, slave. Suck on these perfect cheeks like you mean it." His tongue laps at my skin hesitantly at first, but soon he's sucking and licking with more force. The sound of slurping fills the room, and I lean down to grab a fistful of his hair, using it to pull his face deeper into my ass. After torturing him with my ass for a few minutes, I stand up and grab a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back. "Are you ready for your punishment, slave?" He whimpers in response, bracing himself for what's to come. I kneel down behind him, his ass easily within reach. My fingers inch closer to his asshole, slowly parting the cheeks. I lean in close, my warm breath tickling the tiny hairs on the back of his neck. "Are you ready for me, slave?" With a devious grin, I plunge my first two fingers into his tight, warm asshole. He lets out a low moan that reverberates through my body. He's so tight, and it feels so fucking good to be inside him again. I pump my fist slowly in and out, my free hand rubbing against his cock through his pants. Slowly, I increase the pace, fucking him harder and deeper with each passing moment. My other hand grabs ahold of his hair, pulling his head back to expose the vulnerable flesh of his neck. "MMMMASTER!" he cries out, his voice high-pitched and desperate. I pull out of him suddenly, leaving him gasping for breath. I stand up tall, towering over him as he whimpers in anticipation. Reaching down, I spread his legs wider before him, revealing his slit covered cock hidden underneath his pants. With a wicked gleam in my eye, I reach down and unfasten his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. He looks up at me fearfully as I free his cock from its confines, stroking it gently with my thumb. "That's it, slave. Let your mistress have her way with you." I kneel down in front of him, taking his cock into my mouth. He tastes salty and musky, and I love it. I bob my head up and down, taking him deep into my throat, groaning around his cock. I work him over with my mouth, teasing and taunting him until he's begging for mercy. When I hear him call out for me to stop, I pull back suddenly, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. "Mmnnn," I groan, spitting on his cock and rubbing it across my chin. "That's it, slave. Cum for your mistress." As he starts to cum, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, sucking the hot, salty fluid from him. I swallow greedily, milking him for every last drop. When I finally pull away, he's weak and panting heavily, his eyes glassy with the aftermath of his orgasm. I stand up tall, straddling his face once again. "Lick me clean, slave," I demand, spreading my legs. His tongue darts out hesitantly at first, but soon he's lapping up every last drop of his own cum from my pussy. Satisfied, I stand up and pull him to his feet. "It's time for your morning toilet, slave," I inform him with a wicked grin. He groans in response, knowing full well what that means. I lean down over the toilet, positioning my ass over the rim. Slowly, I lower myself down onto the toilet seat, feeling his warm tongue slide along my asshole and into my rectum. "Mmm, yummy," I moan, feeling myself gushing warm on his tongue. I let out a satisfied groan as he swirls his tongue around inside me, cleaning me out from the inside out. After a few minutes, I pull away from him, standing up to reveal the stream of piss he just had the pleasure of tasting. "How does my shit taste today, slave?" I ask with a grin. "Amazing, mistress," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of the flushing toilet. I chuckle and turn around, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his forehead. "That's a good slave," I coo, walking away from him. I toss him a towel as I leave the bathroom, knowing he'll spend the rest of the day cleaning up after his mistress. As I prepare for my day, I can't help but feel a sense of power and satisfaction. The thought of my slave husband, kneeling at my feet begging for mercy, makes me feel invincible. This is how it's supposed to be - me on top, and him beneath me, serving his queen. *Lena Kapretti starts to wonder what Natalia is up to when she hears moaning and groaning coming from her bedroom.*