Natalia Kapretti - Kat again washes off shit

Kat looked down into the steaming mess that used to be her clean tub. She had just finished another round of dirty sex with her toilet master, and once again, he had forced her to take his load deep into her gut. As he finished, he instructed her to wash herself off, but not in the way she was used to. He wanted her to use the filth from the toilet as her cleanser - another gross test of her complete submission to him.

She reached into the toilet bowl, grabbing a handful of the soggy, foul-smelling dirty tissues and paper that covered the bottom. She could feel the cool of the metal toilet seat through her thin, latex gloves as she reached her arm deeper into the bowl. Slowly, she began to scrub herself, letting the filth coat her skin and slide into her pores. It was disgusting, but she couldn't deny the arousal she felt from being so dirty and submissive.

As she scrubbed, she could feel the warmth of her body begin to wash away the last bits of her master's seed. But as quickly as it came off, more filth took its place. She kept scrubbing, knowing that there was no escape from her fate. She was sinking deeper and deeper into this stinking muck, with no way out but to continue serving her toilet master.

With each passing second, the water in the tub turned darker and murkier. Soon, Kat was waist-deep in a thick, soupy mess of shit and toilet paper. Never before had she felt so dirty, so used, so completely his. And yet, a strange sort of excitement coursed through her veins. She was addicted to this filth - to him - and nothing could break her bond.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Kat felt clean enough to return to her master. Stripping off her latex gloves and dirty clothes, she stepped out of the tub and walked naked towards the toilet. Kneeling before him once again, she looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of fear and desire. "What now, Master?" she whispered, her voice shaking with anticipation.

He simply smiled down at her, his mouth a cruel smirk that sent shivers down her spine. "Now," he purred, "you wash off the rest." As he pushed the lever, the toilet flushed, sending a mighty jet of water spraying straight up into Kat's face. Her eyes widened in shock as she felt the cold water hit her skin, but before she could react, he pushed her head down into the water closet, forcing her to open her mouth and swallow the stream that followed. And so, she did as she was told, cleaning up after him once again - happy to be his dirty, little slave.