Natalia Kapretti - Nothing is wasted, all shit and urine on slave and in slave

Oh, this shit. Falls and falls out of my ass. And where to put so much shit. I came up with, I have secluded place, ass my husband slave, Ill shove shit more and deeper there, let he keep a piece of me in himself. This arrangement works good for both of us: he has his privacy with all my dirty business of producing enormous piles of shit, and I have a place for it. I don't mind using him as my personal human toilet, because he like it that way. In fact, he likes to be covered in shit, smell it, taste it, everything about it. He has become accustomed to the sight and smell of my massive turds falling out of his ass, and he always looks forward to the special sinful moments when I fill his mouth with my golden nectar, my freshly brewed morning piss.

Today, I am in the mood for something extra naughty. I woke up early, took a long warm shower, smeared some of my yesterday's nightly deposit onto my face and body, put on my sexiest lingerie and heels, and called him into my room. He crawled over to me, his face already covered in the evidence of what I ate last night, and took a deep breath of the scent that was coming off me. It was intoxicating - a mixture of sweat, shit, and excitement. I held out my hand, and he kissed it reverently, before helping me stand up. He led me over to the vanity, where I sat down on a plush cushion, holding up my evening gown so he could see my most private places. My asshole was already a little puckered from yesterday's usage, and there were traces of my previous deposits on it.

Without being told, he knelt down in front of me, his face centimeters from my exposed asshole. He breathed in deeply, savoring the scent of my morning shit, and then started to lick, slowly at first, then faster and with more fervor. His tongue tracing the contours of my anus, sending waves of pleasure through my whole body. As he licked, I felt the familiar grip of an enormous turd starting to form inside me. It was already huge, but I knew it would only get bigger. Before long, I felt the first intense twinges of pressure, and then, with a earth-shattering sigh of relief, the first part of the turd slid out of me. It was massive - bigger than anything I had ever produced before. It fell onto his face, splattering his mouth and piling up on his poor, abused lips.

I moaned in delight as I watched him work with the shit, pushing it into his mouth, swallowing eagerly as I continued to push out more and more. He didn't seem to mind the taste, or the smell, or the feel of the warm, heavy shit filling up his mouth. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it immensely. As the pile on his face grew larger and larger, he reached up to gently stroke his fingers through the soft, warm shit, leaving trails above his lips and across his cheeks. It was a sight to behold, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and ownership over this man, who would do anything to be at my feet, covered in my filth.

After a few minutes, the flow slowed down, and I was able to pull my gown back down, covering up my most private areas. I leaned back, taking in deep breaths to catch my breath, and wiping the sweat from my brow. Looking at him, I couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration. He was covered in my shit, from head to toe, and he looked up at me with adoration, as if I were some sort of goddess. It was a heady feeling, and I knew that with him at my feet, anything was possible.

With a smirk, I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him up closer to me. "Now," I said, my voice low and seductive, "it's time for a shower." I led him into the bathroom, where I had prepared a special treat for him. I had set up a table with a variety of different shit-related items - dildos made of solid shit, anal plugs, and a large vat of fresh morning piss. His face was still covered in my shit, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as he looked around, taking everything in.

I told him to strip naked, and he did so without hesitation. He was already used to the idea of being covered in shit, and he seemed to relish the idea of adding more to his arsenal. I instructed him to kneel down in front of the vat, and he did so obediently. He leaned over the edge of the vat, sticking his tongue out to try and catch a few droplets of my piss. I was impressed by his dedication, and I knew that he was going to do anything to please me.

I picked up one of the dildos, holding it up so he could see it. It was made entirely out of my solid shit, and it was huge - easily the size of my forearm. "You're going to take this, and you're going to fuck yourself with it," I said, my voice low and commanding. Without any hesitation, he reached between his legs, grabbing his shlong and slowly starting to slide the massive shit-dildo into his hole. I couldn't help but watch, transfixed, as he impaled himself on the dildo, moaning loudly with pleasure as it stretched his hole wider and wider.

As he started to fuck himself with the shit-dildo, I felt a rush of power stronger than anything I had ever experienced before. This man was entirely at my mercy, willing to do anything to please me, no matter how disgusting or degrading it might be. I knew that I held all the cards, and there was nothing he wouldn't do for just a glimpse of my approval. It was intoxicating, and I wasn't ready to let it end anytime soon.

Watching him pound himself on my shit dildo, I couldn't help but feel a sense of ownership over him. Everything he was, everything he did, it all belonged to me. And as long as he was at my mercy, there was no limit to what we could do together.

As the sounds of his moans filled the room, I knew that this was only the beginning. There were so many adventures that lay ahead of us, so many ways for him to show his devotion to me. I couldn't wait to see what kind of messes we could get into together.

With a grin, I turned around, walking away from him, leaving him to his dirty work. I knew that no matter what I asked of him, he would be there, ready and willing to please me. Because he loved it, just as much as I did. And isn't that the best kind of love?