Natalia Kapretti - My treasure, my whore, vicious innocence

Natalia Kapretti was once a free woman, but nowadays, she had become my toilet slave girl. With a sense of control and dominance that filled me up to the brim, I watched her kneel down on the cold bathroom tiles, her head bowed low in submission. She knew her place now, underneath me - as my ashtray, my toilet, and, above all else, my personal pleasure machine.

The embarrassment still lingered in her eyes when I commanded her to get up onto her knees and prepare herself for the evening's debauchery. I loved watching the shades of red and shame dance across her beautiful face; it made the thrill of control all the more intense. She would be my whore tonight – my vicious innocence – and there was nothing she could do about it.

As my husband helped me strap on my enormous dildo, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement course through my entire being. Natalia was still squealing at first, but it wasn't long before she began to enjoy the intense pleasure of anal sex. Her ass gripped onto my dildo like a vice, moaning in ecstasy with each powerful thrust. By the end of it all, she was begging to be fucked – my vicious innocence eager for more.

We unstrapped her, and she fell to the floor, panting and sweaty. My husband helped me clean up the mess we'd made, wiping away the evidence of our twisted passion play. It wasn't long before I noticed the telltale signs of impending anal orgasm in my slave girl – her asshole clenching and unclenching rhythmically, begging to be used once more.

I pressed my cock against her opening, forcing my way inside her once again. She screamed in pain and pleasure, her body shaking with each brutal thrust. And then, just as I was about to cum deep inside her ass, we pulled out and allowed her to shit. It was as though she couldn't help herself – the combination of our sexual exploits and her own desires had overwhelmed her.

As she sat there, pushing out her savory farts and pushing out thick, goopy turds, it wasn't hard for me to believe that she truly was my treasure, my whore, my vicious innocence. She was everything I wanted in a toilet slave – submissive yet eager, embarrassed yet aroused. There was nowhere else I would rather be than right here, watching my slave girl shit all over my bathroom floor.