Natalia Kapretti - Morning full toilet duties

Natalia Kapretti walked into her elegant bathroom, her ass cheeks tightly squeezed together from the indulgent meal she had just enjoyed. She approached her living toilet, a man she had made her personal slave, and snapped her finger, commanding him to stand up. He struggled to his feet, the chains attached to his collar pulling tight against his throat as he did so. "Good morning, my little toilet," she purred, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I've been thinking about all the wonderful things I want to do to you today. But first, it's time for your morning duties." With that, she pulled down her panties, revealing her plump, gaping asshole to him. His eyes grew wide with anticipation as he recognized the scent of her most recent shit. Natalia grinned wickedly and squatted over him, releasing a hot stream of piss onto his face. "Now, open your mouth wide," she commanded, and he struggled to obey, his lips stretching around the edge of the porcelain toilet bowl. As he opened his mouth further, she positioned her ass directly above it and sighed contently as she felt his warm breath on her pussy lips. Then, with a satisfied moan, she let loose a massive shit onto his waiting tongue. Her shit was warm and smooth, and she could tell by the way his tongue danced around it that he was enjoying it immensely. This was one of the many aspects of her toilet slave's duties that she derived such pleasure from: knowing that she was both despising and pleasuring him at the same time. As he lapped up every last bit of her shit, she reached into a small drawer and pulled out a fresh pair of panties, already stained with her morning constipation. "Now, clean yourself up," she said, hooking a finger in his collar and pulling him closer to the sink. "You've got some of my last meal on you, and I want you to lick it off." She guided his head towards her panties, and as he began to lick at the stubborn stain, she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her bare breasts to him. His tongue moved faster as he felt the warmth of her skin against his. As he cleaned himself, she continued to tease him, rubbing her bare stomach against him and letting out soft moans of pleasure. Once he had managed to clean away all traces of her shit from her panties, she smiled approvingly. "That's a good boy," she said, reaching into the drawer again and pulling out a syrup bottle. "Now, open wide again." She tilted the bottle up, letting a steady stream of thick, dark syrup pour out over his tongue and into his awaiting mouth. It was a mixture of her daily shit and his saliva, and she took great pleasure in watching him swallow it down. With a satisfied smile, she stepped back and admired her handiwork. She knew that every time she used him, she was taking away a piece of his dignity, and replacing it with her filth. It was a power trip like no other, and she wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. "Well," she said, turning to head out of the bathroom. "I have some shopping to do this morning. You just relax and think about how lucky you are to be here, serving your Mistress's every dirty need." As the door shut behind her, the man she called her toilet remained there, chained to the floor, his mind racing with thoughts of submission and helplessness. He knew that he was nothing more than a living toilet, but there was something about the thrill of being used in such a way that kept him coming back for more.