Natalia Kapretti - Time to make toilet bowl from husband

Natalia Kapretti fantasized about her day as she woke up from a peaceful slumber. Her new servant was already preparing her breakfast, not realizing how close to her kinky fantasy he was. She smiled, thinking about yesterday when she had forced him to kiss and lick her ass while she relieved herself in the toilet. It felt so incredibly taboo yet satisfying, and she knew her husband would be in for a treat today. After finishing her meal, Natalia decided it was indeed time for her husband to become her permanent toilet bowl. She had been considering this for quite some time, but previous attempts had failed due to lack of commitment on his part. Today, however, things would be different. "It's time to make my husband my permanent toilet bowl,"she muttered under her breath, feeling an intense rush of power course through her veins. She knew exactly how this would play out. First, she would train him to eat her shit every day. Then, she would make him serve her friends in the same way. And finally, she would let him become a public toilet for all to use and enjoy - her personal slave look and envy evermore. Steeling herself for what lay ahead, Natalia marched towards the bathroom where her eager husband was waiting. He had no idea what she had in store for him, but he could sense the change in atmosphere. As he knelt before her, Natalia took a deep breath and began her transformation process. "Tonight, you will sleep with a diaper on,"she commanded coldly. "You will learn to always be prepared whenever nature calls." Her husband nodded weakly, understanding that resistance was futile against his dominant mistress. With that, Natalia proceeded to give him explicit instructions regarding their new routine. She explained that from now on, he would be required to keep track of all her bodily functions and ensure that she was never left wanting for a toilet. Excited yet nervous, her husband agreed to follow his mistress's every order. As they parted ways, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread mixed with anticipation. Little did he know that in just a few short hours, he would be kneeling before Natalia once again, his mouth filled with her warm, fragrant human waste...