Natalia Kapretti - Learning husband to love shit and makeup

In our lovely home today, I decided to transform my husband into my pretty little bitch, groomed and feminized to serve me. I put a tight corset on him, accentuating his small waist and making him feel more submissive. His fingers trembled as I applied makeup to his face, painting his lips a soft rose pink and coating his nails with a glossy varnish, making sure they sparkled under the light. The transformation was complete when I tied a silky pink ribbon around his neck to match his new appearance. He stood before me - vulnerable, yet beautiful.

Feeling quite pleased with my work, I decided to remind him of his place in our relationship. He wouldn't be allowed to bathe or clean himself; that was all part of serving me as his Mistress. With a smirk on my face, I told him to get down on all fours as I had other plans for him. I bent him over and entered him with my powerful fist, growling with pleasure at his moans of discomfort but also arousal. It was exhilarating to have such control over him.

When I was done with him, I pulled out of him and turned to the toilet bowl, knowing exactly what I wanted next. "Put your hands out," I commanded. He hesitated, but only for a moment before understanding the demand. I wanted him to catch my shit. The stench wafted through the air as I released an immense load into his waiting palms. It was thick and warm, covered in pieces of toilet paper. My beloved husband's face contorted with disgust but he was determined not to disappoint me. He held it up to his nose, closed his eyes tightly, and took a deep breath, trying to get used to the awful smell.

With a sly grin, I approached and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to make you love it." I brought him closer and let some of the muck drip onto his tongue, making him taste his own feces. He choked and gagged, tears streaming down his face, but I didn't stop there. "Swallow it," I ordered. And so he did, feeling completely degraded yet fascinated by my desires. Little by little, I introduced more into his mouth until he was comfortable with the taste. I was grooming him to love shit as much as I did.

Finally, I pushed his face into the toilet bowl, his cheeks flushing dark red as his nose was submerged in the cool water. I told him to breathe through his mouth as I let out another powerful shit. The turds floated around him, brushing against his face and hair. "Now drink it," I commanded. And he did, opening his mouth wide, letting the water and shit wash down his throat. His eyes widened with shock but also curiosity - this was a whole new level of submission for him.

As he sat there, covered in my filth, I realized this was just the beginning of our journey together. I had turned him into my personal toilet, a vessel to hold and consume my excrement. The thought excited me immensely. "You'll be my toilet from now on," I told him, stroking his hair. And he nodded, promising to serve me faithfully in this new role. Together, we stepped further into a world of taboo fetishes and desires, bound together by this twisted love of shit and makeup.