Madame Ellen was an expert in the art of scat, and she had a new cuckold who was destined to be her daytime toilette. She had him locked in a tight chastity belt, which only allowed him to feel the warmth and closeness of her feces against his skin. This was his new existence: to be used as her personal lavatory whenever she needed it.
Madame Ellen's slave was eager to please her. He knew that this was a privilege that very few were lucky enough to experience. So, he waited patiently between her visits, hoping that she would grant him the pleasure of feeling her warm excrement on his tongue or in his mouth.
One morning, as Madame Ellen was enjoying her breakfast, she felt a familiar urge building up inside her. She looked down at her cuckold, who was already rubbing his hands in anticipation of what was about to come. She gave him a wicked smile before turning around and heading towards the bathroom.
As soon as she was done with her business, she walked back to where her toilette was waiting. He eagerly leaned forward, his nostrils flaring to catch the scent of his mistress's feces. She carefully guided his head towards her fetid opening, and he began to lap at her mound of shit like a hungry animal.
Madame Ellen was pleased with her cuckold's obedience. She reached down and found his cock through the chastity belt, giving it a few quick tugs to remind him of his place. He moaned softly, his entire body trembling with excitement and submission.
Satisfied with his reaction, Madame Ellen tied him up in a variety of positions, each more embarrassing than the last. She then retreated to her bedroom, leaving him to wait for her next visit.
As the day wore on, Madame Ellen continued to take advantage of her cuckold's willingness to suffer for her pleasure. She fed him her shit every time he became too hungry between meals. She massaged it into his skin and even used it as a lubricant when she was feeling particularly perverse.
By the end of the day, Madame Ellen was thoroughly pleased with her new cuckold. He had endured everything she had thrown at him, and still begged for more. She untied him from his bonds, allowing him to clean himself up and prepare for bedtime. As he lay there, looking up at her with adoration in his eyes, she knew that she had found the perfect partner for her depraved desires.
