As Madame Ellen approached the bowed figure before her, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. The intricate costume she wore emphasized her voluptuous curves, drawing attention to every inch of her body. Her assistant kneeled behind her, his eyes fixed on the ground as if aware of the power radiating from his mistress's presence.
"You there," Madame Ellen said, pointing her long, manicured fingers towards the shivering figure on the floor. "Do you remember what you are to me?"
The person trembled beneath her gaze, the smell of fear emanating from their pores. "I...I am your slave, Madame Ellen," they stammered.
The Domina raised an eyebrow, amused by their submissiveness. "And what else?" she probed, the anticipation in her voice palpable.
"I am your toilet," the slave replied softly, still not daring to lift their head.
Madame Ellen chuckled darkly, her amusement quickly turning into lust. "That's right, my little shit eater," she purred, walking closer to her submissive. "You were made for this, weren't you?"
Without further hesitation, she knelt down before the trembling figure and gently placed her bare hand on their head. "I want you to taste every inch of my body, slave," she commanded, her voice now low and husky with desire.
As she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin, she began to undo the buttons of her corset, revealing her soft, pillowy breasts encased in black lace. The slave tentatively reached out and wrapped their lips around a nipple, drawing it into their mouth as they sucked gently.
"Good boy," Madame Ellen whispered, her hips beginning to grind against his face as he worked his way down her body. "Now, show me how much you enjoy it."
With one swift movement, she lowered herself flush onto his face, her ass landing right in the center of his nose. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming, but the slave didn't hesitate for a second. Using their tongue to express their devotion, they proceeded to lick every inch of her wet, fleshy folds, their fingers reaching up to massage her clit.
Madame Ellen let out a long, low moan, her body trembling with pleasure as she felt his tongue work its magic. She leaned forward, her breasts grazing against his cheeks as she reached down to guide his fingers around her Achilles' heel.
"See that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's where all my shit collects. And what do you think I want you to do with it?"
The slave's answer came in the form of a gentle nudge from his fingers, pushing against her entrance. She moaned again, this time louder, as his fingers began to slip inside her, making room for what was to come.
"That's it, my darling," she praised, leaning forward to kiss him on the mouth. "Eat it all up. Don't forget, it's what you live for now."
With that, Madame Ellen began to rhythmically thrust her hips upwards, forcing his face deeper into her ass and his fingers further inside her. As he licked and fingered her simultaneously, she felt the waves of pleasure intensify, building up towards an explosive climax.
"Yes, yes, that's it," she panted, her back arching as she dug her fingernails into his skin. "Eat my shit, puke it up, and then lick my perfect asshole clean."
And with that final command, Madame Ellen let out an ear-splitting scream, her body shuddering in ecstasy as she came hard against her slave's eager tongue and fingers. As she caught her breath, she gave him one last loving smile before pulling herself off him, leaving his face covered in her essence.
"Well done, my little shit eater," she purred, standing up and straightening out her corset. "You may clean yourself now."
The slave rose unsteadily to his feet, his legs shaking from the intensity of their encounter. As he made his way to the nearby sink, he couldn't help but steal one last glance at Madame Ellen, his heart filled with both love and shame for what they had just done.
"Make sure you remember every second," she called after him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because this is what you were made for."
And with that final word of warning, Madame Ellen turned and walked away, leaving her slave to wonder if he would ever be worthy enough to taste her shit again.
