Natalia Kapretti - The use of my live toilet in the woods

Natalia Kapretti strolled leisurely through the lush woods, her long legs carrying her effortlessly over the soft ground. She wore a revealing outfit that showed off her toned body, the thin straps of her top barely containing her perky breasts. Her skirt was short and her knee-high boots accentuated her shapely legs. She was on a mission to enjoy nature's beauty and forget about the world for a while. Little did she know, her personal toilet was about to cross her path. As she walked further into the park, she spotted him – a man kneeling before a small wooden structure with a hole in it, his face buried deep inside. His body was in submissive pose, his hands tied behind his back while his mouth was coated in her shit. Recognizing him as one of her regular "shit eaters," she decided to have some fun. Approaching slowly, Natalia watched with amusement as he struggled to stand up and face her. "Well well," she purred, her voice laced with seduction, "if it isn't my favorite live toilet. Where do you think you're going, honey?" She smirked, her eyes glinting mischievously. The man, a once-handsome businessman now reduced to a sniveling mess of filth, squirmed under her gaze. "N-Natalia," he stammered, his voice barely audible through the chunks of shit in his mouth. "I'm so sorry. I'll never disobey you again." "Oh, but you will," she teased, her head tilting to the side in thought. "I think I have just the thing to remind you of your place." She turned her back on him, revealing her tight ass clad in lacy black panties. "Why don't you clean me off while you're at it?" The man hesitated for a moment before moving towards her, his tongue darting out tentatively to taste the remnants of her last meal. As he began licking her clean, Natalia leaned against the wooden structure, her ample breasts pressed against it. "That's a good boy," she murmured, running her hand through his matted hair. "Now show me what a good little toilet you are." And so he did, opening his mouth wide as she crouched down and positioned her ass directly above it. With slow, deliberate strokes, she lowered herself onto his face, feeling his hot breath against her most intimate places. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as he began to lap at her juices and traces of shit from around her anus. The act was both humiliating and erotic for both parties involved. Natalia Kapretti was getting her kinky desires fulfilled while simultaneously degrading a man she once considered equal to her. For the man, there was no denying the intense pleasure he derived from being her living toilet; it was a twisted form of addiction that he could not resist despite knowing its inevitable consequences. As Natalia stood up straight, she gave him one last look of approval before walking away, leaving him there in the woods, kneeling on the dirty ground with a satisfied smile plastered on his face. She continued her stroll, feeling lighter and more empowered than ever before. After all, what better way to show dominance than by reducing someone to nothing more than a living commode? And so, the cycle of toilet slavery continued in the woods, hidden from the prying eyes of the outside world. Only those who carried Natalia Kapretti's shit remained aware of its existence. The use of her live toilet was their dirty little secret, and they cherished it.