Natalia Kapretti - Youll be my toilet until beg forgiveness

Natalia Kapretti sat on the toilet seat, feeling the coolness of it against her sensitive skin. She had waited all day for her toilet slave to arrive, and when he finally did, he would receive quite the surprise. Natalia was well-prepared for his arrival. Her asshole was already plugged tight with a thick, fat toilet brush. As she imagined the look of horror on his face as he realized what she had done to him, she couldn't help but grin wickedly to herself.

She had been holding her load of shit for two whole days, and now, finally, she was going to unload it all onto her pathetic toilet slave. It felt incredible having that much shit built up inside of her; she could almost feel it weighing her down. But soon enough, it would be out of her body and in his mouth where it belonged. Natalia giggled maliciously at the thought.

She stood up, still clutching the fat toilet brush tightly within her, and walked over to the mirror. She admired her reflection for a moment before turning around and marching back to the toilet. Slowly, she lowered herself back onto the seat, squeezing her ass cheeks tightly together as she did so. Then, with a sudden force, she pushed the toilet brush deep inside of herself, grunting in pleasure as it hit the back of her throat. "Mmmm," she moaned, "that's it, you're going to eat all of this, slave."

For hours, Natalia took pleasure in thrusting herself onto the toilet brush and emptying her bowels. The feeling of satisfaction was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She didn't even mind when she had to squeeze out another load of shit—it was all for her toilet slave's enjoyment, after all. When she finally felt as though she couldn't take anymore, she pulled the toilet brush out of herself and collapsed onto the floor. Panting heavily, she looked down between her legs and grinned again.

Her toilet slave was going to be in for quite the treat when he arrived tomorrow morning. His mouth would be filled with her warm, sticky shit, and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. She chuckled darkly, her mind already running wild with the thought of all the depraved things she would make him do once he was properly trained. Content in knowing that her toilet slave would be spending the night in the bathroom, Natalia finally got up and went to bed, excited for what tomorrow might bring.

The next morning, Natalia awoke to the sound of her doorbell ringing. Quickly, she threw on a robe and tied it tightly around her waist before heading downstairs to answer it. As soon as she opened the door, she saw him—her toilet slave, kneeling on the ground with his eyes cast down towards the floor. He looked scared and uncertain, but there was a small spark of hope in his eyes. "Get on your knees and crawl to the toilet," she commanded calmly. "And remember, you're mine until I say otherwise."

He nodded quickly, moving towards the toilet as fast as his shaking legs would carry him. When he reached it, he stopped and looked up at Natalia, waiting for further instruction. She smiled sweetly before leaning over and whispering in his ear, "Lie down on the floor, put your head in the toilet bowl. You'll be my stationary toilet until you beg me for forgiveness."

As he did as he was told, Natalia couldn't help but feel a rush of power and excitement. This was going to be an amazing day—one she would never forget. Reaching into her closet, she grabbed a bucket and a rubber hose. Smirking, she approached her trembling slave and began to fill up the bucket with water. "Time for your first lesson, toilet slave," she purred darkly, giving him a wink before puncturing the bottom of the bucket with a needle.

As she watched the water slowly drip out of the hole, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter between her legs. Her toilet slave was going to learn his place today, and there was nothing he could do about it. With a satisfied smile on her face, she poured the entire contents of the bucket over his head, deliberately soaking his hair and his clothes. When she was finished, she leaned down and whispered in his ear again, "This is what happens when you disobey me, toilet slave. Now get used to it."

From that moment on, Natalia ruled over her toilet slave with an iron fist. Every time he looked at her, every time he spoke to her, he would be reminded of who was in charge. And when she finally decided to give him a break, she had one last surprise for him. It was Payday, and as she sat on the edge of the bathtub, she couldn't help but grin wickedly to herself. "I think it's time for you to clean my asshole, toilet slave," she said softly, spreading her cheeks apart and exposing her tight, puckered hole.

Her toilet slave hesitated for a moment before slowly leaning forward. As his tongue made contact with her asshole, Natalia closed her eyes and let out a satisfied moan. "That's it," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Lick me clean, toilet slave. Make sure you don't miss any spots." She guided his head lower and lower, grinding her ass against his face until she felt herself climaxing. And then, finally, she allowed herself to relax into his mouth, letting him taste every single drop of her cum.

As she sat there, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, she couldn't help but feel gratitude towards her toilet slave. Without him, she would have never experienced such intense pleasure. And now, he was hers, body and soul. Gently, she reached down and stroked his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against her fingers. "Thank you, my toilet slave," she whispered softly. "You've made this day truly unforgettable."

For the rest of the day, Natalia spent lost in a haze of pleasure. Every time she looked at her toilet slave, she felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards him. And every time he looked at her, he knew that he belonged to her—that she was the one in control. As night fell, Natalia lay in bed, dreaming about all the amazing things she would do to her toilet slave tomorrow. She couldn't wait to see what new and exciting ways she could push him to his limits.

As for her toilet slave? He lay awake in the bathroom, shivering uncontrollably. The events of the day had left him feeling both exhilarated and terrified. But one thing was certain: he was Natalia's now, body and soul. And he would do anything she asked, no matter how degrading or humiliating, just to please his Mistress.