Natalia Kapretti - The return of the prodigal toilet slave

Natalia Kapretti was fuming. Her toilet slave had returned, but not in the way she had hoped. The young man stood before her, his eyes downcast, as she scolded him for visiting another Mistress. This was unacceptable! He would pay dearly for his mistake. She reached for a strap-on dildo and forced it into his tight, unwilling asshole, making him moan in pain and humiliation. She pounded him mercilessly, causing him to convulse and squirt streams of thick, white lube onto the floor. "You're my toilet schmuck now," she said, her voice cold and menacing. "Get used to it." As he writhed on the ground at her feet, she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "And don't forget who shit and pissed all over you." With a sneer, she pulled down her pants and underwear, revealing her plump, bare ass to him. "Lick it clean," she commanded. In obedience, he started by using his tongue to scrape the last remnants of shit from her perfect cheeks before moving to lick the sticky mess off the floor. He could feel her disgust trickling down onto his face, but he didn't care. He was her toilet slave now, and he would do anything she asked. As he knelt at her feet, she kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him sprawling onto the floor. "Clean my boots too," she said, extending her foot towards him. He couldn't believe it - she was actually making him lick her boot! Trembling with fear and anticipation, he reached up to her boot, and slowly, tentatively licked along the leather surface. It tasted dirty and salty, but also oddly familiar. He had been here before - kneeling at her feet, cleaning up her messes. Suddenly, the memories of their first encounter flashed through his mind - how she had bound him to the toilet and made him eat her shit; how she had fucked him relentlessly while he was chained to the toilet; how she had humiliated him at every turn. He had thought he was free of her, but now he was back where he belonged: at her mercy, her plaything, her toilet schmuck. As he licked her boot clean and felt the weight of her contempt pressing down on him, he knew that there was nowhere else he would rather be. He was hers, and he would always be hers, no matter what she asked him to do.