Natalia Kapretti - The return of the prodigal toilet slave

The anticipation built up as you waited for Natalia Kapretti to arrive. Your heart raced in excitement and nervousness simultaneously. You knew what was expected of you when she walked through that door. She was your queen, your mistress, and the only one who held the keys to your deepest desires. When she finally entered the room, her presence commanded attention. She was wearing a tight black latex dress that hugged her voluptuous curves and fell just below her knees. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her piercing green eyes scanned the room before locking onto yours. "My slave came today," she said with a smirk, her voice like velvet. "Admit to me that you went to the session to another Mistress. This is unacceptable!" You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You had kept your promise to her, hadn't you? But before you could speak, she continued. "And he will answer for it." She walked towards you, her hips swaying seductively. "Rigidly fuck his dirty ass and suck dirty strap-on." You cannot refuse. You knew that if you defied her, the consequences would be dire. So, you knelt down and spread your legs in submission. She stood behind you, her hands gripping your hair, and began to thrust into your anus. The pain was intense, blending with the pleasure, as she mercilessly fucked your ass. "You like being a toilet slave, don't you?" she whispered in your ear. "Tell me, do you miss being my bitch and toilet schmuck?" You moaned in response, unable to form coherent words. She was right; you did miss it. You missed being treated like this, used like this. It was all you ever wanted. Suddenly, she pulled out and turned you around. Your eyes widened as she removed her dress, revealing her perfect naked body to you. She was furious, her face red with anger, and you could see the veins popping out on her neck. "I piss and shit on you!" she shouted, bending over and relieving herself onto your face. "Lick it clean! Brush it with your tongue." You couldn't believe what was happening. It was everything you'd ever wanted and more. You lapped up every drop of her urine and piss, cleaning her perfectly. Then, she stepped back, grabbing your shirt in hands and smeared her feces all over your face. "Clean it off!" she growled. "Lick it off my boots!" You got on your hands and knees, ready to please her. She placed one foot on your back and another on your shoulders, lifting you up so that you could reach her boots. You licked them clean, tasting the remnants of her shit. It was disgusting, but it turned you on even more. "That's a good toilet slave," she said, smiling. "Now, go clean up the mess you made on my couch." Without hesitation, you got up and did as you were told. You grabbed a rag and started wiping up the shit on the couch, inhaling the cleaning solution to mask the smell. You knew your place; you were a toilet slave, and that was all you would ever be. As you finished cleaning the couch, you looked up at her, awaiting your next command. She stood there, towering over you, her body still glistening with sweat from the intense fucking she just gave you. "Thank you, toilet slave," she said, her voice softening. "You have been a good servant today." You couldn't contain your excitement. This was all you ever wanted; to be her toilet slave, to please her in whatever way she desired. And as long as you could be under her command, you would be forever grateful for this chance.