Madame Ellen, a woman of great experience in the world of BDSM and scat, had been training her chastity slave W., affectionately called "the womans ass", for quite some time. She enjoyed his devotion and dedication to serving her, especially when he would worship her divine behind with his tongue. However, she felt it was time to take their relationship to the next level. Madame Ellen decided that it was high time for W. to consume her excrement.
The training began with a series of intense facesitting sessions. W. was placed beneath Ellen's ample behind, feeling the weight of her perfect form pressing down on him. This was just the beginning of his preparation for the ultimate test. Each session lasted for hours, with Ellen increasing the duration and intensity, ensuring that W. could withstand the full force of her majestic derriere. She wanted him to understand that surrendering completely to her meant enduring all forms of humiliation and degradation.
Finally, the day arrived when Madame Ellen called W. to her chambers. She had prepared a bathroom scene for their new adventure. Kneeling before her, eyes downcast, W. waited eagerly for her next command.
"Wipe my ass clean," she commanded. It was time for him to experience the taste of his Mistress. W. enthusiastically used his tongue to clean the crevices of her perfect rear before carefully scooping up a small amount of her shit onto a toothpick. He hesitated for a moment, staring at it in awe before slowly placing it into his mouth. The taste was unlike anything he had experienced before; rich, earthy, and yet strangely arousing.
Ellen watched with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation as W. savored the flavor. She knew it wouldn't be long before he begged for more. "Swallow," she ordered, her voice thick with authority. He complied, swallowing the shit whole as she instructed. She felt a rush of power course through her body, knowing that she had complete control over her slave.
Satisfied with his obedience, Ellen rewarded him with a warm shower. As he stood there under the stream of water, she noticed a growing bulge in his pants. It seemed he was already aroused by the taste. "I see you're eager, slave," she taunted. "Go ahead, masturbate."
But this was not without conditions. W. would have to prove his worthiness first by submitting to one final act of humiliation—self-flagellation. She provided him with a whip and instructed him to record himself using it on himself. After recording, he was allowed to release his pent-up desires.
Months passed, and W.'s hunger for shit grew, much to Madame Ellen's pleasure. She found his newfound appetite for her excrement enticing. In their private chats, he pleaded with her to let him taste her again, his words full of longing and need. She played along, teasing him with promises of more but never fully satisfying him. It was an addiction they both craved.
One day, Ellen summoned W. once again to her chambers. "You've been a good little slave," she began, smirking. "I think it's time for a treat." She instructed him to remove his penis from its chastity cage and began to stroke it slowly. His eyes rolled back in his head as he neared climax, but Ellen had other plans.
"Show me how eager you are," she ordered, pushing his face into her scent gland. W.'s nose filled with the powerful aroma of her ass and shit, enveloping him in a cloud of humiliation. He moaned loudly, unable to control himself. "Now lick my asshole clean," she commanded, her voice dripping with desire.
As he licked and cleaned her anus, she reached down between her legs, guiding his head towards her wetness. He eagerly lapped up her juices, tasting the mix of her arousal and shit. He knew that this was their special bond, something only they shared. Ellen took him over the edge, milking his orgasm as he shot his load onto her waiting tongue—a delicious concoction of their shared essence.
Their relationship continued to evolve, with every session pushing the boundaries of their desires and trust. W. had truly become Madame Ellen's expert in scat. He cherished every moment he spent at her feet, savoring the taste of her shit as a symbol of their unique connection. It was a journey filled with pain, humiliation, and raw pleasure, all leading to one inescapable truth—he was hers completely.
