Natalia Kapretti - Your duty, serve me, eat my shit

Natalia Kapretti was your new mistress and she had a dirty mind. You were her loyal slave, ready to do anything she desired. As she stood before you, wearing nothing but a sexy pair of heels, she instructed you to proceed with your basic duties. "Well, now Im going to fuck you in the ass," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "First, take this strap-on, your ass will get used to it, and then I will plant in you my favorite big strap-on. The bigger the size, the more I like fucking you." You nodded obediently and grabbed the strap-on from the bedside table. As you positioned it at your entrance, you couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and anticipation. Your mistress was something else entirely. "Once you're ready," she commanded, her eyes fixed on yours. Gritting your teeth, you slowly eased the strap-on inside you, wincing at the initial discomfort. But as soon as the tip of the phallus made contact with your prostate, you let out a moan of pleasure. Your mistress had hit the right spot. "That's it," she purred. "Now, get on your hands and knees." You did as she said, presenting your well-trained ass for further punishment. Or was it pleasure? You weren't quite sure anymore. Your mistress hadn't mentioned what would happen next, and you felt both anxious and aroused at the same time. "You're going to love this," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. Then, without further warning, she slid her favorite big strap-on into your ass, filling you up completely. You let out a moan of bliss. "That's my good little toilet bowl," she praised, running her hands fondly over your back. "Now, it's time for you to perform your basic duties." You knew exactly what she meant. As she mounted your face, her juices dripping onto your tongue, you couldn't wait any longer. She was going to take a shit on the floor, and you were going to eat it up, no matter how big it was. "Lick it all over," she ordered, spreading her cheeks to give you a better view. "Then, when I tell you to, you will bite and eat. This will give me immense pleasure, knowing that I'm watching such a shit-eater and live toilet bowl like you." You nodded eagerly, your heart racing with anticipation. As your mistress began to move her hips, you positioned yourself on the floor, ready to perform your most cherished task. Your mouth watered in anticipation of what was to come. "That's it," she moaned, pushing your head closer to her ass. "Eat it all up, my little toilet bowl." And so you did. You lapped up every drop of her piss, every morsel of her shit, with delight. Your tongue danced around her anus, cleaning it meticulously. You could feel her pussy juices dripping onto your face, and you couldn't help but taste them too. "Mmm, my little slut," she cooed, her voice shaking with pleasure. "Now, let's see how much you can take." She pushed you further, demanding that you swallow more of her excrement. Your mouth filled with the bitter-sweet taste of her shit, but you welcomed it with open arms. You were hers, body and soul, and there was nothing you wouldn't do for her. As she reached her climax, her hips bucking wildly, you could feel her cumming all over your face. It was a reward for a job well done, a sign of her approval. You closed your eyes, savoring the warmth of her juices, the scent of her sweet ass filling your nostrils. You were hers, and she was yours, bound by a twisted love that only scat fetish could understand. Together, you were unstoppable.