Madame Ellen was an expert in the world of scat, and she had trained many a man to be her perfect shit-house. Her current pet, a timid young man who had been addicted to her since childhood, was now the best of them all. She had spent countless hours teaching him how to properly lick her ass clean, how to handle her shit with care, and how to be completely devoted to her every whim.
One day, as she was relaxing in her luxurious home after a long day of work, she called for her favorite shit-house. He raced to her side, eager to please his mistress. As he knelt before her, she pulled out one of her favorite vegetarian sausages and took a bite out of the end. Smiling seductively, she held it out for him.
"Go on," she purred, her voice dripping with honey. "Eat it. Show me how much you love me."
The young man's heart raced in his chest as he took the proffered treat from her. He knew that this was just another part of his training; she made him eat her used toys and food all the time. But still, it wasn't easy for him to swallow her filth.
Slowly, he sniffed the ripe scent of her ass on the sausage and then, with trembling hands, he lifted it to his mouth. His lips pressed against the squishy skin, and he could almost taste the mixture of her juices and the sausage filling. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and took a bite.
Madame Ellen watched as he chewed and swallowed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She loved seeing him struggle to take his filth like a good little shit-house. When he was finished, she clapped her hands softly, indicating that he should continue with his exercises.
The young man left the room, eager to prove his worth to his mistress. He knew that she expected nothing less than perfection from him, and he was determined to deliver. He spent the next hour in the gym, lifting weights and doing cardio to keep himself in top shape. His body was a temple to his addiction; he would do anything for Madame Ellen.
When he returned to her presence, he knelt once more before her. She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, letting him know that he had pleased her. "You're a good shit-house," she purred, running her tongue over her lips. "Now, come here and let me give you a reward."
The young man moved closer, his heart beating fast with anticipation. As she turned around, he saw that she had performed her daily toilette and was now ready to receive his attentions. He smiled, excitement coursing through his veins. There was nothing he loved more than being her personal shit-house.
Kneeling behind her, he pressed his face against her plump ass cheeks and inhaled deeply. The scent of her shithole was intoxicating, and he couldn't wait to taste it. Slowly, he ran his tongue over her slightly parted anus, savoring the unique flavor that was all hers.
Madame Ellen moaned softly as he began to worship her ass, her fingers digging into the base of his skull in approval. This was what she lived for; to have an entire man completely devoted to her every whim. As he lavished attention on her hole, she couldn't help but wonder if she would eventually find a new shit-house to replace this one. They always seemed to grow tired of her demands in the end. But for now, she was content to bask in the devotion of her current pet.
