Natalia Kapretti - Triple shit, for pathetic shit eater, our toilet

Today was a big day for my toilet slave, the pathetic shit eater. I, Natalia Kapretti, was hosting a party and inviting my close friends, Mistress Lana and her slave girl Angie. This day would mark a significant milestone in my toilet slave's journey into complete and utter humiliation and degradation. He had no idea what lay ahead of him, but he would soon find out.

As we all gathered in my luxurious bathroom, my slave looked at us with wide eyes filled with fear and surprise. He knew something was up; after all, it was rare for him to be in the presence of more than one person at a time. His heart pounded as he waited for his next instruction.

My slave girl went first. As she sat on the edge of the bathtub, she placed her palm on the back of his head, guiding him closer to her puckered asshole. He opened his mouth wide, eager to receive whatever she had in store for him. A stream of warm piss flowed out of her, soaking his face and filling his mouth. It tasted bitter and metallic, but he was too scared to show any displeasure.

After a while, she stood up and stepped away, revealing a huge turd hanging out of her asshole. With a mischievous grin, she placed one foot on his shoulder, forcing him to look up at her. She lowered the log of shit towards his face, taunting him with it. He quivered in anticipation, not knowing what was about to happen next.

Mistress Lana followed, and she too took great pleasure in tormenting my slave. She too sat on the edge of the bathtub, teasing him with her ass. He opened his mouth, eager to please her like he had done with my slave girl. This time, however, she didn't just empty her bladder into his mouth. She also smeared a thick, soft layer of fresh shit onto his face.

My slave looked at us with pleading eyes, begging for mercy. He didn't want to eat the shit, but he knew better than to protest. We were his Mistresses, and he was here to serve us in any way we desired. As we watched him struggle with his gag reflex and the overpowering stench of ass and urine, we couldn't help but chuckle at his pathetic attempts to survive our toilet games.

Finally, it was my turn. I stood over him, my body shimmering with confidence and power. We locked eyes for a moment, and then I dropped a hot, steaming load of shit right into his waiting mouth. He choked on it at first, but he forced himself to swallow, knowing that refusal would only lead to more humiliation. As he struggled to breathe through his nose due to the thick coating of filth on his face, I hovered above him, admiring my handiwork.

The entire spectacle was mesmerizing: the mix of fear and submission in my slave's eyes, the gentle quivering of his body underneath our control, the sweet smell of freshly deposited shit in the air. We reveled in our power over him, taking turns feeding him our waste until he was a writhing, snot-nosed mess on the floor.

We sat back, sipping on our drinks as we watched our toilet slave try to scrub the remains of our shit from his face. We had turned him into our personal toilet slave, and there was nothing he could do about it. From now on, he would live to serve us and our every bathroom need - whether it be taking a shit or piss, or simply using him as a human toilet brush.