In a dimly lit room, Nataly sat on a throne-like toilet, her elegant gown hiked up to her waist, revealing perfect silken skin covered in delicate lace underwear. A young man lay bound and gagged at her feet, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation.
"Now, now, don't look so scared," Nataly cooed, running her fingers through her long flowing hair. "You're here because you wanted this, didn't you?" She smiled seductively, even as she reach down and grabbed a fistful of the man's hair, forcing him to look up at her.
"I'm not here under any illusions," he whispered through his gag, voice muffled. "I'm here because I want this... Mistress."
Nataly chuckled softly, liking the sound of 'Mistress' on his lips. "That's better," she purred, releasing his hair and standing up. "Now, open wide."
The man trembled as he nodded, and Nataly straddled him, her perfect ass hovering inches above his face. She lowered herself slowly, feeling the heat emanating from his body, and then she paused, teasing him. "You know," she whispered into his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine, "I could fuck you instead. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
But the man only moaned louder through his gag, unable to contain his desire, and finally, Nataly let out a pleased little sigh. "Alright then," she murmured, pressing her body against his and sinking slowly onto his face, feeling his tongue bathe her folds.
As she moaned in pleasure, Nataly raised her hand and slowly opened her fingers, revealing a warm, smooth turd nestled in her palm. She leaned down to whisper in his ear once more. "Open wide," she commanded, and the young man's eyes rolled back in his head as he nodded, unable to resist his mistress's command.
With a gentle push, Nataly pressed the turd into his mouth, feeling it fill his throat, the soft walls of his stomach pressing against her fingers. And then, with a pleased little hum, she started to take him deeper, forcing him to swallow her shit as she began to fuck his face with wild abandon.
The young man groaned and struggled, but it was clear to Nataly that he was enjoying himself. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her hips grinding against his face as she rode him hard. And all the while, she fed him her warm, soft shit, her feces coating his tongue and teeth, filling him up with her scent and her taste.
Finally, worn out from his efforts, the young man slipped into
