Madame Ellen Expert in scat - Madame Ellen`s fart + scat countdown

As you kneel before Madame Ellen, the scent of her forbidden treasure fills the air. Your heart races in anticipation as she looms over you, her luscious curves hidden by her silky robe. Her hands move down towards your trembling form, tracing patterns on your skin as she teases and taunts.

She begins her seductive countdown, "Ten... Nine... Eight..." Each number sending shivers down your spine. With every word, she leans closer, her breath hot against your neck as she whispers into your ear. "When I get to one, you're going to cum... but first..." Her voice drops to a husky purr that sends vibrations throughout your entire body.

She takes a step back, revealing her full figure in all its glory. Her plump behind is pushed out ever so slightly, inviting you to imagine what delights may be in store. Suddenly, a deep rumble fills the room. It's a sound that sends tingles down your spine - the unmistakable warmth of a fart wafting in your direction. "One," she announces as a cloud of putrid gas envelops you. "You little wanker will cum when I shit, but first I'm going to fart on you." Her words are punctuated by another, even more powerful fart that leaves you reeling in pleasure and anticipation.

As the countdown continues, the air thickens with the scent of Madame Ellen's farts. Each one is aimed directly at you, filling your nostrils and making your head spin. But still, you remain kneeling at her feet, unable to resist her intoxicating power. You know that when she finally descends onto the toilet, it will be the moment of truth. Will you be able to contain yourself until she gives the word? Or will you explode in a release of pure ecstasy, covered in her golden treasure? The thought alone is enough to send chills down your spine.

With every passing moment, the tension builds. Your heart pounds in your chest as Madame Ellen's farts become more frequent, more powerful. And then, finally, she speaks. "Last chance, slave... are you sure you want this?" Her voice is dark and seductive, promising pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. But only if you can prove yourself worthy.

You shake your head in excitement. "Yes, Madame Ellen! I'm ready for you!" Your words echo in the room, ringing with anticipation. And as if on cue, she slowly, deliberately sits down on the toilet. You can hear the rustling of her robes, the sound of fabric brushing against skin. And then, without warning, you feel a soft but unmistakable pat on your head. It's her way of letting you know she's ready.

Time seems to stand still as you stare at her plump bottom, waiting for the moment you've been dreaming of. You can see the tightening of her buttocks, the strain of holding it all in. And then, finally, she lets go. A low, grunty moan escapes her lips as she releases a torrent of hot, steaming plops onto the toilet seat below. At the same time, she leans back, giving you an unobstructed view of her shitting process.

You can't contain yourself any longer. Your cock throbs in your pants, begging for release. And so you reach down, your fingers trembling with anticipation, and finally grasp it through your pants. You start stroking yourself, imagining the warmth of her feces covering your hand, your face, your body. You can feel your orgasm building, growing closer with every passing second.

As Madame Ellen finishes her messy business, she turns towards you once again. "See, I told you you'd cum," she purrs, her voice still laced with dark delight. And then she moves closer, reaching out to stroke your cock one last time. The touch sends you over the edge. Your whole body tenses as you release, paint yourself with your own cum, a testament to the power of Madame Ellen and her golden treasure.

As you collapse to the ground, spent and satisfied, Madame Ellen smiles down at you. "A very good session, my dear slave." She pulls the hem of her robe around her, covering her bloated, naked form. "Now clean yourself up and prepare for our next session. Remember, you'll have to work extra hard to earn another taste of my golden treasure." With that, she turns and walks away, leaving you to wonder just how you'll ever measure up to her expectations.

You lay there, shivering with pleasure and excitement. The taste of her feces still lingers on your tongue, making your mouth water for more. As you slowly pull yourself together, you can't help but wonder what she has in store for you next. Whatever it is, you know one thing for sure: you'll be there, waiting, ready to please her in any way she desires. Because that's what it means to be her slave - to submit completely to her will, to worship at the altar of her perverse desires. And as you rise to your feet, you realize that there's nowhere else you'd rather be.