Natalia Kapretti - Now toilet, well use you, eat shit

The scent of fear and anticipation filled the room as Natalia Kapretti entered, her long, flowing robes swirling around her feet. She was here with her slave girl Maya and their new toy: a live toilet who would serve them for three whole days. As Natalia sat down on a plush velvet throne, she eyed the trembling captive with a cold smile. "Now toilet," she hissed, "well use you, eat shit." Maya approached the toilet, holding a stainless steel funnel in one hand and a cigarette in the other. "Drink this urine, toilet slave," she commanded, pressing the funnel into his open mouth. The fucker struggled weakly against his restraints but could not refuse as warm golden liquid filled his mouth. As he swallowed, Maya leaned over and emptied the ashes from her cigarette into the helpless slave's mouth, forcing him to swallow that too. Natalia watched with satisfaction as Maya finished and called for the next part of their entertainment. "Crawl to your seat, crawl to the toilet," she ordered, and the toilet slave scrambled across the floor on all fours until his bound head was positioned over Natalia's shiny porcelain bowl. As he waited for what was coming next, he could already taste the bitterness of his own fear in his mouth. "You'll know how to make a mess," Natalia promised, her words echoing in his mind. The sound of the flushing toilet was deafening in the silence that followed as a wave of warm liquid flowed over his face and into his open mouth. Once he had finished drinking, Natalia reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his head up so that their faces were only inches apart. "Now I am Mistress," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "And you will do as I say." With that, Natalia stood and gave Maya a nod. The slave girl took this as her cue and knelt on the floor, spreading her legs wide. "Drink my piss," she commanded, hovering just out of reach with her loose leather pants. The toilet crawled forward on his hands and knees and obeyed, opening his mouth wide as he tasted the sweet metallic tang of human urine. As he lapped at her piss, Maya reached down and slid her fingers into her pussy, smearing sticky wetness onto the tip of the toilet's tongue. "Now clean me," she ordered, and he did as he was told, using the same tongue that had just tasted her urine to lick her clean. It was disgusting and arousing all at once; this was power, and he was experiencing it firsthand. When Maya was satisfied, she stood and nodded to Natalia before stepping aside. The Mistress took her time staring at the trembling toilet, his wide eyes pleading for mercy, before finally speaking again. "Eat my shit," she commanded, and the slave knew there was no escaping this humiliation. He leaned forward, mouth opening wide in anticipation of what would come next, knowing that it would only make things worse if he resisted. And so it began: a torrent of hot liquid food, filling his mouth with the taste of her ass. He swallowed every last ounce, savoring the burning sensation as it traveled down his throat. They worked him hard, forcing him to prove his worth as a toilet before finally allowing him to rest, exhausted and satisfied. For three days, the toilet served his Mistress and her slave girl, his life filled with humiliation, degradation, and the strangest form of pleasure he had ever known. But on the fourth day, as Natalia stood before him once again, he knew that this was only the beginning of his new life as her property. "Drink my piss," she commanded, and he obeyed, eager to please the woman who owned him body and soul.