Madame Ellen Expert in scat - Madame Ellen: Feeding order for personal toilet, 4x filled with my poop

Welcome, dear visitor, to the world of Madame Ellen - the ultimate expert in scat. Today, I am going to describe a unique feeding session where my personal toilet had the honor of consuming not one, not two, but four of my divine bowel movements over the course of two days. This exclusive content is guaranteed to arouse your deepest fetishistic desires!

My personal toilet, locked in a chastity device and housed in a separate small room, was filled with anticipation for what was to come. As the clock struck noon, he heard the unmistakable sound of my zipper descending. With bated breath, he waited for his mistress to reveal herself and command him to serve his purpose - to cleanse her exquisite body of waste.

As if in a trance, he knelt down before me, his eyes fixed on the object of his desire - my perfect backside. With the elegant grace of an artist, I lowered my panties and raised my heart-shaped ass high in the air, teasing both him and myself with the intoxicating aroma of my day's worth of built-up shit and piss. And then, in one bold move, I let loose a foul-smelling torpedo straight into his eagerly-awaiting mouth.

He didn't hesitate for a moment; his tongue darted out to greedily lap up every last drop of my golden nectar. The warm, sloppy mixture of shit and saliva coated his tongue and parched lips, causing a shiver of satisfaction to course through his body. As he moaned in ecstasy, I gently pressed my hand against the side of his head, urging him to swallow all of it down without delay.

Satisfied with his initial effort, I moved on to the main course. With skilled precision, I lowered my panties to reveal my puckered asshole, glistening with perspiration and anticipation. Without wasting another moment, I inserted the first finger of each hand deep inside my tight rectum, massaging and stretching the walls in preparation for what was to come. Then, with powerful thrusts, I expelled my supper onto his face and chest.

Again, he got straight to work, adoringly licking up every last morsel of my shit and piss. His face was awash with an expression of pure bliss as he savored the unique flavors and textures that only a true scat connoisseur like myself could provide. As I watched, his cheeks hollowing out and chest rising and falling rapidly with each grunt and moan, I knew that he was as hooked on my feces as I was on the power it gave me over him.

That night, the ritual repeated itself, with the only difference being the increasingly eager pace at which my personal toilet devoured my excrement. By the end of the second day, he had cheerfully downed four full servings of my divine shit, each one loaded with enough nutrients and enzymes to power him through the next two days of lockup. And while many might consider this degrading or disgusting, for us, it was nothing short of perfection - a symbiotic relationship built on trust, submission, and the ultimate act of filthiness.

If you're eager to experience the thrill of serving as someone's personal toilet, or if you long to be worshipped in this unique and intimate way, know that Madame Ellen is always here to guide you. Step into our world, immerse yourself in the glory of scat, and discover a new level of fetishistic pleasure that you never knew existed.