Madame Ellen Expert in scat - Madame Ellen`s Toiletslave Slave, 2 days in the catches of the Mistress

Madame Ellen's scat fetish site was unlike anything he had ever seen. The new toilet slave was this time 2 days in her catches. He was properly trained, whipped, and used as a toilet for 2 days. As he lay there, the smell of excrement filled his nostrils, making it hard for him to breathe. A stream of piss hit him in the face, washing away some of the foulness but also making it worse. Madame Ellen, dressed in nothing but latex and high heels, approached him with a menacing grin on her face. "Are you ready for your final exam, my little toilet slave?" she purred.

He couldn't bring himself to respond as she straddled him, her sweaty, rubber-clad body pressing against his own filthy form. She lowered her perfect ass onto his face, her anus at eye level. "Eat me, toilet slave," she commanded, her voice full of venom. "Show me how much you've learned in these past two days."

His tongue flicked out nervously, but then it found its place. He pressed his lips against her asshole and began licking, savoring the taste of her feces as it dripped down his throat. Slowly but surely, he started moving in time with her hips, shortly lapping up every drop of pussy juice that oozed from her most private parts. Madame Ellen moaned loudly, signaling him to intensify his efforts. He increased the speed and pressure. With each thrust of her hips, a new gush of shit filled his mouth. He swallowed it all without complaint, determined to please his Mistress.

The high from the power exchange kept him going even as his body screamed for release. His dick was hard as a rock, buried in the filth between their bodies. The scent of shit and piss only made him harder. He watched in awe as Madame Ellen grunted and groaned on top of him, feeling her insides churn and release onto his face. When she finally came down from her orgasmic high, she dismounted from him and stood up straight. "You've done well, toilet slave," she panted, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Now, it's time for your final exam."

Without warning, she turned her back on him and squatted down over the pail that had been set up next to her throne. "Drink it all up, my slave," she ordered, her voice low and demanding. "Every drop." He knew what was coming, but he also knew he had no choice. He opened his mouth wide and tilted his head back as she released a torrent of hot, thick piss onto his face. It stung his eyes, burned his nostrils, but he swallowed every drop. He knew that this was his new life now - a life filled with the stench and taste of human waste, but a life lived in complete submission to Madame Ellen's every whim.