Natalia Kapretti - Sweet shitty, smelly breakfast of shit

Natalia sat on the toilet, her round ass cheeks spread apart, as she relished in the thought of feeding her loyal shit-eater once again. Her long auburn hair cascaded down her back, reaching just above her plump buttocks. She let out a sigh of contentment and grinned wickedly, knowing that soon she would be watching her slave devour every last morsel of her delicious shit. Slowly, she pushed out her first turd, marveling at its size and texture as it slid out of her tight little asshole. It was a thing of beauty, covered in a fine dusting of marshmallows that had melted in her gut. Her slave loved those marshmallow surprises, and she knew he would be thrilled when he saw this morning's offering. With a satisfied smile, she placed the first piece of shit on the toilet seat, its juicy roundness calling out to him. Then, one by one, she pushed out the rest of her breakfast, creating a towering monument of shit that reached almost crotch-high. She was feeling generous today, so she even added a few extra gobs of shit on top, just to make sure he didn't feel left out. She glanced over to see her eager slave kneeling by her feet, his eager eyes fixed on her ass and the pile of shit before him. "Go on," she urged, smirking as he reached out tentatively with one shaking hand. "I know you can't resist my sweet, stinky treats." As his trembling fingers made contact with the first piece of shit, she felt a rush of power course through her veins. He was her slave now, utterly devoted to her and her every need. And his need, it seemed, was for her delicious shit. With a mixture of fascination and revulsion, she watched as he began to devour her shit, piece by piece. His tongue flicked out, tasting every last bit of her pungent expulsion as he hungrily lapped up her shitty treats. She could tell he was savoring every bit of it, relishing in the fact that he was her toilet slave. Suddenly, she had an idea. "Close your eyes," she commanded, and he obeyed without question. In one swift movement, she scooped up a handful of her warm, steaming shit and shoved it into his mouth. He gagged reflexively as she opened his jaws wide to force-feed him more of her shit, but then he seemed to yield to his depraved desires and began to chew and swallow. As she watched him finish off the last bite of her shit, she felt a burst of pride swell up inside her. He was hers, body and soul, and she could do anything she wanted with him. She could fill him up with her shit every day if that's what pleased her. And she knew in that moment, as he looked up at her with adoration in his eyes and a pleased grin on his face, that he would do anything she asked of him. "That was delicious, Mistress," he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement. "I can't wait for my next shitty breakfast." And with those words, she knew that she had truly claimed him as her own. Her toilet slave, forevermore.