Natalia Kapretti - Next step in educating toilet husband

Natalia Kapretti - Next step in educating toilet husband

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As I walked into the bathroom, the anticipation was palpable. My adoring husband, kneeling before me, his eyes locked onto my every move. He knew what was coming - it was time for our next session of toilet training. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, head bowed in submission. His once-proud self had been broken down into a compliant, obedient being, solely existing to serve as my personal toilet. With a nod of my head, he sprang into action, pulling out the specially designed toilet throne that had been reserved for these very moments. It was designed to hold his head just perfectly over the bowl, ensuring he wouldn't miss a single drop of my precious waste. Slowly, I began to undo the clasp of my underwear, teasing him with the promise of what was to come. His breath hitched in his throat as he caught the tantalizing aroma of his own urine mixed with his excitement. I climbed onto the throne, spreading my legs wide as I gave him a full view of my most intimate areas. His eyes widened in awe at the sight before him; he had never felt this privileged or humbled. With a sigh of contentment, I leaned back into the warmth of the toilet seat, letting my weight settle onto his shoulders. Immediately, he began to whimper, the strain of holding me becoming increasingly apparent. "Just a little longer, my love," I whispered softly. "Soon, you'll get what you've been begging for." And with that, I released the dam of holding my bowels. Wave after wave of warmth and wetness enveloped him as my torrent of urine poured down onto his face. He moaned in ecstasy, unable to contain his delight as he was blanketed in the scent and sensation of his mistress's waste. At last, my stream slowed to a trickle, leaving him drenched in my golden nectar. With a satisfied smile, I shifted my weight, lowering myself deeper into the toilet bowl. "Now," I purred, leaning in close, "it's time for the main event." His eyes filled with hope and anticipation, knowing what was about to happen. He had been trained well; there was no need for words or prompting. With trembling hands, he reached between my legs, pulling out my soaked underwear. As he placed them into his mouth, his tongue danced along the edge, eager to taste every last drop of my essence. His face was a study in blissful devotion, and I knew that this was what he lived for. With a gentle push from me, he opened his mouth wide, revealing his eagerly waiting tongue. Without hesitation, I lowered myself onto him, feeling the coolness of the porcelain against my bare skin. As I began to release the weight of my bowels, I felt the warmth of his tongue against my anus, lapping at my juices like a hungry dog. His moans of pleasure filled the room, and I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that I was the one in control of this situation. As he devoured every last drop of my shit, I leaned back, taking in the sight before me. My toilet husband, kneeling at my feet, head bowed in submission. He was mine, body and soul, and I knew that he would never want it any other way.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 24min.
Video Info: 1280x720 Pixel @ 5705 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 192 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 1021MB