Madame Ellen Expert in scat - Madame Ellen`s Toiletslave E. humiliated and stuffed

Welcome to my site, where I am the expert in scat. Today, my toiletslave E. will be the subject of humiliation and filth. After an extensive foot massage by him, it was time for him to feel the power of my cane across his face and nipples. He whimpered in pain but knew that this was just part of his training. His eyes gleamed with anticipation as he wondered what depraved act I would subject him to next.

Slowly, I rose from my throne and approached him. He trembled at my approach, knowing that he had pleased me enough to earn this privilege. As I stood over him, I lowered my panties and revealed my pale, rounded ass to him. "Now, slave," I hissed, "it's time for you to worship your mistress's asshole."

E. knelt before me, head bowed in submission as he gazed up at my exposed rear. With shaking hands, he reached out and touched my cheeks, feeling the warmth emanating from them. He leaned in closer, breathing in the musky scent of my ass as he prepared himself for his task.

I watched him intently, enjoying the look of awe and reverence on his face. "You are such a dirty slave," I purred, spreading my cheeks to reveal my gaping anal opening. "Now, lick it clean."

E. hesitated for just a moment before dipping his tongue into my tight, hot hole. I groaned in pleasure at the sensation, feeling his tongue tracing every ripple and fold of my insides. As he lapped at my ass like a hungry dog, I reached back and smacked the back of his head.

"That's it, slave," I growled. "Show me how much you enjoy being my toilet slave."

E. increased the pace of his lapping, eager to please me and push himself deeper into his depraved desires. His tongue flicked out, tasting the juices building up inside me as his fingers slipped inside my pussy, searching for my clit. I gasped as he found it, arching my back in pleasure as he began to stroke it in time with his tongue's movements.

The effort was too much for him, and soon he was forced to pause for air. "You're such a filthy slut," he whispered hoarsely, his voice shaking with desire. "I can't wait to fill your mouth with my shit."

I chuckled darkly as I pulled him to his feet. "Oh, slave," I purred, wrapping my arms around him. "You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this moment."

With that, I bent over the edge of the nearest chair, presenting my ass to him once again. "Don't make me wait any longer," I panted, spreading myself wider. "Filth my asshole with your tongue."

E. obliged, burying his face between my ass cheeks and pressing forward against my resistance. I can feel his hot breath on my tight opening, sending shivers down my spine as he begins to probe deeper with his tongue. And then, finally, he breaks through – his tongue pushing past my tightness and plunging into my depths.

I moaned loudly, arching my back as I felt the warmth of his tongue inside me. "Yes," I hissed, "that's it, slave. Fuck my asshole with your tongue."

His tongue continued its slow, steady thrusts, each one causing waves of pleasure to wash over me. I reached back again and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him deeper inside me as I groaned in ecstasy. He was performing beautifully – better than anything I could have hoped for.

After what felt like an eternity, I pulled away from him, leaving him panting and covered in my sweat. "Good boy," I whispered, "but you're not done yet."

I walked over to the small table where I kept my shitting supplies. E. watched nervously as I picked up the miniature toilet seat and placed it gently over my asshole. "Now," I said, "it's time for you to prove how much you love my shit."

E. hesitated for a moment before approaching me. His eyes were wide with fear and anticipation as he hovered over me, unsure of what to do next. "Put your face in my crotch," I growled, "and wait for my gift."

With shaking hands, he reached out and placed his lips against the fabric covering my dripping wet pussy. I sighed contentedly, feeling the warmth of his breath on my sensitive skin. Soon, I began to feel the familiar pressure building inside me – the urge to release my load of hot, steaming shit.

Grabbing a handful of E.'s hair, I pulled him closer as I felt my sphincter loosening. "Here it comes, slave," I hissed. "Get ready."

And then, with a loud moan, I released my hold on my bowels. A hot, wet stream of shit gushed from me, splashing against E.'s eagerly awaiting face and covering it in a thick layer of filth. He groaned in ecstasy as he felt my warm, sticky load filling his mouth, pushing his cheeks outwards in an unmistakable expression of bliss.

As he finished swallowing the last of my shit, I smiled down at him. "Good boy," I murmured, reaching down to stroke his hair. "Now, there's a good little toiletslave."