Natalia Kapretti - New toilet for shit, vomit and snot

Natalia Kapretti, the Queen of Toilet Slavery, had acquired a new servant to add to her collection. This particular slave had traveled far away from his homeland, eager to serve as a living toilet for his Mistress. As he stepped into her lavish bathroom, he could feel a sense of dread washing over him. He knew that he was about to embark on a journey into the depths of depravity, where his body would be used as nothing more than a receptacle for the filth that Natalia wished to discard.

The Mistress watched with eager anticipation as the slave knelt down before her, his eyes fixed on the sparkling white porcelain toilet bowl. She could tell that he was nervous, but she also sensed an underlying curiosity within him. It was this curiosity that she intended to exploit, transforming him into the perfect shit-eating toilet slave.

Natalia approached the slave slowly, her hips swaying seductively beneath her short robe. Reaching down, she cupped his chin gently in her hand and lifted his head up so that he was forced to look into her eyes. "You are mine now," she whispered softly, her breath warm against his skin. "You will do as I say, when I say.
"She raised her hand and swatted his face playfully, sending a wave of pleasure rushing through him despite himself. "No talking unless spoken to," she continued, her voice taking on a sterner tone. "Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," he replied meekly, his throat already tightening at the thought of what was to come.

Natalia pressed a finger against his lips, stopping him from speaking further. "That's better," she purred, slipping her hand beneath his robe and gripping his massive cock through his loincloth. "You'll be very happy when you see what I've got in store for you.

With that, she released her hold on his cock and stepped back, allowing him a glimpse of her own naked body. Her breasts, large and firm, rose and fell with her breath. Between her legs was a thick, juicy cock, pouring its sticky cum unendingly onto the floor. As if sensing his gaze, she moaned softly and threw her head back, licking her lips in anticipation.

The slave watched, transfixed, as Natalia hooked her finger into her mouth and began to stir the thick, creamy mixture that coated the insides of her cheeks. It was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen - and yet he couldn't take his eyes off of it. His own cock, still trapped beneath his robe, began to throb with desire at the sight.

Slowly, Natalia approached the slave once more. His heart hammered in his chest as she stood before him, her body swaying enticingly. With a single quick movement, she yanked down his robe, exposing his hardened cock to her gaze. "Good boy," she purred, running a finger down the length of his shaft. "Very eager to please.
"She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head forward, forcing him to open his mouth wide. Without hesitation, she plunged her fingers into his mouth, deep into his throat. The taste of her fingers, sticky with cum and the remnants of her own shit, sent shivers of pleasure coursing up and down his spine.

Natalia stepped back, releasing her hold on him. "Now," she said, pointing to the toilet, "go on. Eat my shit." Her voice held a note of command, but it was laced with the promise of pleasure if he obeyed. "And when you're finished, there's plenty more where that came from."

Trembling with excitement, the slave climbed into the toilet, lowering himself into the steaming pile of filth that awaited him. As he began to eat, his head filled with the unfamiliar yet strangely erotic sensations. The taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced before - bitter, salty, and yet somehow strangely arousing. He could feel himself getting harder with each bite, his cock throbbing in anticipation of what would come next.

Natalia watched, her face lit up with excitement. This was one of the reasons why she loved toying with shit-eating slaves - the mixture of fear and desire that coursed through their veins, the anticipation of pleasure even as they were consumed by filth. She could tell that he was getting close to cumming, could feel the waves of pleasure coursing through his body. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small tube.

She walked over to the slave, who was now completely lost in the sensations coursing through his body. He didn't even notice as she squatted down next to him, the stench of his own filth rising up to greet him. With a sudden movement, she inserted the tube into his mouth, pushing it past his tongue and into the back of his throat. He choked, gagged, but still couldn't stop himself from swallowing as she squeezed the tube, forcing copious amounts of her cum down his throat.

When she was finished, she pulled the tube out of his mouth and stepped back, admiring her handiwork. The slave was covered in filth, his own cum mixing with the cum and shit that coated his lips, face, and body. But there was a spark in his eyes that told her he was ready for more. And she intended to give it to him.