Natalia Kapretti - You like peignoirs, be maid, clean shit

Once upon a time in a luxurious apartment, there lived a gorgeous and commanding Mistress named Natalia Kapretti. She was fond of her expensive robes, high heels, and corsets that accentuated her curves perfectly. However, there was one thing she despised—cleaning. Natalia believed that it was below her station to dirty her hands with household chores when there were others who could do it for her. Enter her servant, a man who she had trained to be her living toilet. He loved the feel of soft silk against his skin as he wore her beautiful peignoirs and robes. But he also knew that there was a price to pay for this indulgence. The price was his willingness to not only clean up her messes but also to consume them. One day, as Natalia lounged around the house in nothing but a lace robe and high heels, she noticed a small stain on the floor. Her temper flared immediately, and she stormed over to her servant. "Wash the floor, you worthless, lazy fool," she spat. "All you can do is walk around in heels all day and to show off in front of a mirror. If you're so fond of women's gowns and corsets, then you'll be maid." With that, she pushed him to his knees and forced him to clean the stain with his tongue. As he worked, she watched with growing delight as the color returned to her cheeks. "There's another stain," she said after a moment, her voice dark and seductive. "Here's my spit. You're going to spend days scrubbing this apartment." The man knew what she meant—she wanted him to clean every inch of the house with nothing but his tongue. He opened his mouth willingly, feeling both humiliated and aroused by the thought of pleasing his Mistress in this way. As he scrubbed the floor with his tongue, he felt her foot pressing against his back, urging him on. He crawled over to her, his movements slow and deliberate, knowing that she was watching him closely. When he finally reached her, he looked up at her, his eyes filled with longing and desperation for her approval. She smiled, a devilish glint in her eye. "I think I want to shit," she said softly. The servant's heart skipped a beat as he leaned forward, anticipating her command. "Open your mouth wide to let the shit in," she whispered, her voice almost breathless. He parted his lips obediently, feeling her warm, slightly soiled finger pressing gently against his lips. "How nice to have a living toilet," she murmured as the first gush of warm, steaming feces hit his tongue. He groaned in pleasure as he tasted her feces, savoring every bitter, sweet, and salty flavor. He knew that he was hers, body and soul, and that no matter what she asked of him, he would do it without hesitation. As he licked and cleaned her, Natalia couldn't help but smile in satisfaction. She knew that she had complete control over this man, and she loved every second of it. She patted his head kindly, a gesture that held more domination than affection. "Eat shit, swallow," she commanded. "I'll piss on top to make it sweeter for you." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she lifted her robe and straddled his face, letting her warm urine drip onto his open mouth. He took a deep breath, his nostrils filling with the scent of her piss, and then gulped it down eagerly. As he cleaned up her mess, he couldn't help but feel an odd sense of contentment and fulfillment. After all, he was just a lowly servant, and she was his Mistress—his whole world. And so, Natalia Kapretti's living toilet continued his duties, happily cleaning up her messes and relishing in the power she held over him. For as long as she wanted him, he would be by her side, kneeling at her feet, ready to attend to her every need.