Madame Ellen, a curvaceous and dominant Mistress with an insatiable appetite for filth, had set her sights on Slave Dutchseat, a new submissive to her world of pleasure and pain. She locked him up in her dungeon for a full day, subjecting him to various tasks that tested his limits and pushed him beyond his comfort zone.
The day began with Madame Ellen assessing Slave Dutchseat's abilities as she tied him to a St. Andrew's cross and whipped his delicate nipples, leaving them red and swollen. She commanded him to perform oral sex on her, relishing in the power she held over him as his head bobbed up and down between her thighs.
After breaking for lunch, Madame Ellen had a new assignment for Slave Dutchseat. He was to clean her lavish home from top to bottom, ensuring every inch was spotless. Shocked but unquestioning, Slave Dutchseat got to work, his trembling hands wiping down surfaces and vacuuming floors while Madame Ellen watched from afar.
When dusk fell, Slave Dutchseat knew what was coming next. Madame Ellen had made it clear that he would be initiated into the final act of submission - taking her shit. He knelt at her feet, eyes wide and filled with fear, shaking uncontrollably as she approached.
Madame Ellen stood before him, her hulking frame casting a menacing shadow over Slave Dutchseat. She revealed a tray laden with various utensils, including a shiny silver fork. She instructed him to take it between his teeth and pull it out slowly. With trembling hands, Slave Dutchseat did as he was told, revealing the gold-plated prong that would soon be pushing his purchased food into his mouth.
Without further ado, Madame Ellen undressed herself, revealing her plump, naked posterior to Slave Dutchseat. She commanded him to kneel behind her, his face mere inches from her pulsating rear. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body, the scent of her ass filling his nostrils.
Slowly, Madame Ellen lowered herself onto the gold-plated toilet, her ample cheeks spreading wide as she released a muted fart into the air. The embarrassment and humiliation Slave Dutchseat felt was almost as acute as the pain in his abused nipples.
Madame Ellen reached back with the gold-plated fork, her fingers lightly tracing the sensitive skin of Slave Dutchseat's face. With one quick movement, she slid the prong between his lips, pushing it deep into his throat. Slave Dutchseat gagged and choked as he felt the warm, sticky mass of Madame Ellen's feces filling his mouth.
Tears streamed down his face as he forced himself to swallow, each mouthful pushing him further into the depths of depravity. Madame Ellen applauded his obedience, then lifted a glass of wine to her lips, taking a slow, sensual sip. She turned back to Slave Dutchseat, her ass now coated in sparkling shit, and tapped his cheek.
"Well done, Slave Dutchseat," she purred. "Now, come clean my ass."
