Madame Ellen Expert in scat - Madame Ellen: from sausagesucker to shithouse forever, addicted to the Mistress

Madame Ellen, the expert in scat had transformed her sausagesucker into a shithouse forever. She had trained him well, and now he was fully addicted to her. He couldn't imagine his life without her fecal matter filling his mouth and his intestines. She ruled over him, and he loved every minute of it.

The shithouse, as he was now known, would wake up each day eagerly anticipating what new adventure awaited him. He had learned to love the taste of her excrement, and it was all he craved. He would bow down before her, his eyes filled with adoration as she approached him. She would sit on the throne, her magnificent ass beckoning him forward. He would kneel before her, his tongue hanging out in anticipation.

She would squeeze out a juicy log of her freshly made feces, and hold it out to him. His mouth watered as he reached out, taking it gently between his lips. The warmth and texture of it sent shivers down his spine. He slowly started to suck, feeling her feces slide down his throat. It was a heavenly feeling that he couldn't get enough of. As he sucked, he gazed upon her with pure devotion, willing to do anything to please her.

Satisfied with his service, she would then move on to the next task. She had trained him well and now he would continue the daily ritual of keeping himself clean for her. He would perform rigorous exercises, ridding himself of any excess waste from the day before. He would bounce up and down, his ass cheeks slapping against each other noisily. It was a sight that made Madame Ellen giggle with delight.

Once the shithouse was clean, he knew what was coming next. She would sit upon the throne once more, her ass cheeks spread wide for him. He crawled between her legs, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet nectar that was leaking from her anus. She gently guided his head closer, and soon enough her thick diarrhea was pouring into his mouth. He lapped at it eagerly, savoring the taste of her shit.

After feeding him her shit breakfast, she would reward him with a tiny taste of treats – her own vegetarian sausages. They were unlike any other sausage he had ever tasted before. They were filled with the flavor of her ass, the taste of her shit. He would eat them greedily, knowing that they were a rare treat. The rest of the day was spent in servitude, waiting for her next command. He knew that he was hers, and he would do anything to please her.