Madame Ellen, an experienced dominatrix, gathered her slave into a dark, dank room she called a "slave hut." The Spanish gentleman, new to the world of BDSM and under Madame Ellen's care, trembled with fear. He knew there would be no escape until she allowed it, but he never expected to be locked in for two whole days.
Day one passed with no contact from his mistress, leaving the slave alone with his thoughts and fears. As though feeling his anguish, Madame Ellen didn't visit him until dark. She stepped into the room, the smell of her perfume nearly overwhelming him. She wore a short black leather skirt that revealed plenty of skin and a low-cut top that exposed her cleavage. Her long, black hair fell over one shoulder and she wore knee-high boots. The look on her face was one of pure dominance.
In her hand, she held a large bowl filled with his own feces. "Today you'll be eating like a king," she said with a smirk.
The slave trembled as he took the bowl from her, unsure if he should eat or not. Madame Ellen simply laughed and left him alone again, but not before turning off the lights and leaving him in complete darkness once more.
Alone again, the slave could only think of his mistress and her command over him. He hated being so helpless, but he couldn't deny the arousal he felt deep down inside. He took a deep breath and forced himself to eat the feces from the bowl, savoring every bite. It was disgusting, but also oddly...arousing.
Day two began with the same silence, the same darkness, and the same fear. The slave wondered if he would ever be released or if this was how his life was meant to be. Then, late in the afternoon, the door creaked open, and standing there was Madame Ellen.
"Well, well," she said, her eyes roaming over his body. "It's been a while since I've seen you last." She walked toward him, her hips swaying sensually.
Madame Ellen approached the terrified slave and reached out, grabbing his arm. She pulled him to his feet and led him to a nearby chair, sitting him down roughly. Her cold hands gripped his cock through his pants, and she expertly began to stroke it, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
"You've been such a good boy," she purred, leaning in close. Her breath was warm against his ear. "Now it's time for your reward."
Madame Ellen stood up and walked around the chair, her body inches away from his. She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground, revealing nothing beneath but her black lacy underwear. She stepped out of the pile and stood tall before him, her nipples hard from the anticipation of what was to come.
"I think it's time you licked my asshole clean, don't you?" she asked, her voice filled with confidence.
The slave looked up at her, his mind reeling with the thought of tasting such a forbidden place. With a nod, he leaned in, his tongue tracing the outline of her asshole. He could feel her shudder as he licked her, tasting her musk and the slight residue of his own feces on her skin.
Madame Ellen moaned softly, savoring the sensation of his tongue on her most personal and forbidden spot. After what felt like an eternity, she pushed him away gently. "You've been a very good slave," she purred, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "But your punishment wasn't over."
She turned to face him, her eyes flashing with excitement. Her hand disappeared beneath his shirt, and without warning, she smeared his own feces all over his chest. The slave gasped, feeling both disgusted and aroused by this new sensation.
"There you go, my dirty little slave," she chuckled, her voice cold. "Now you're truly mine."
With one final command, Madame Ellen unlocked the door to her hut, ushering the trembling slave out into the harsh sunlight. He stumbled past her, his mind reeling with the events that had just transpired. He couldn't believe how weak and powerless he'd been under her control.
As he walked away from the hut, he could still feel the taste of his mistress's ass on his tongue and the sticky residue of his own waste on his chest. Despite the initial disgust, a stirring in his loins told him that he would eagerly await her next command.
Madame Ellen watched him go with a satisfied smile on her face. She knew how to control him, how to push him to his limits, and how to make him crave more. He may have felt disgusting now, but he'd never forget the feeling of being owned by her.
