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Madame Ellen: slaveW, Got His Ass Spanked Until He Eats The Poop

Madame Ellen was in an exhilarating mood today. She had SklaveW at her disposal and she intended to make the best of it. She loved when he would kneel in front of her, his womans ass jutting out invitingly, waiting for her to punish him. She picked up a riding crop, testing its weight and flexibility before raising it high above her head and bringing it down hard against SklaveW's ass. The sound of the leather cracking echoed through the room, and SklaveW yelped in pain as he felt the sting spread across his behind. "Yesss, slaveW," Madame Ellen purred, delighting in the sight of his bare ass already turning a deep shade of red. "You like when I hurt you, don't you?" SklaveW whimpered softly, unable to form words. He knew that getting into this situation had been his own doing, but the pain was still constant and overwhelming. Slowly, Madame Ellen moved the crop down over SklaveW's ass, across his wrinkled, sensitive skin and finally stopping at the base of his balls. She gave them a gentle squeeze, causing him to flinch. "Tell me, slaveW. What am I going to do to you now?" she asked, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Please mistress," he croaked, "I know what you're going to do." Madame Ellen smiled, her eyes glimmering with sadistic pleasure. She lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her poop-puke covered ass barely an inch from SklaveW's face. "Open your mouth," she commanded, "and show me how well you've been trained." Like a well-behaved puppy, SklaveW opened his mouth wide, revealing his eager, pink tongue. Madame Ellen smeared some of her feces against his lips, making him taste its bitter, rancid flavor. "That's right," she encouraged, "taste your mistress's shit. It's delicious, isn't it?" SklaveW closed his eyes and forced himself to swallow, trying not to gag on the foul taste invading his mouth. He began to pick up some of the solid chunks with his fingers, expertly maneuvering them into his mouth, chewing slowly until they all dissolved. Madame Ellen watched, her heart racing with excitement as she watched her slave devour her waste. She lifted up her skirt once again, exposing her still erect and quivering anus to SklaveW's eager eyes. "You've done such a good job with my poop, slaveW," she said, her voice quivering with lust, "now it's time for the real treat." SklaveW could tell by the look in her eyes that this was going to be a particularly intense experience. He lowered his mouth to her asshole, his tongue flicking out tentatively, tasting the salty liquid oozing from her ass. "That's it, slaveW," Madame Ellen moaned softly, her hips beginning to buck up and down, "lick me clean. Suck my balls. Make me your goddess." SklaveW worked his tongue into her tight, puckering asshole, exploring every inch of her dark, forbidden territory. He felt her shudder as he finally found her G-spot, lapping at it hungrily, driving her to new heights of pleasure. "Oh, slaveW," she sighed deeply, her body shaking with excitement, "you make me so happy. Eat my ass. Drink my piss. Be my slave forever." As SklaveW devoted himself entirely to pleasuring his mistress, he could feel the walls of her asshole begin to squeeze down on his tongue, milk-white ribbons of her essence dripping down his chin. He knew that this was where he belonged; this was his purpose in life. "Thank you, slaveW," Madame Ellen whispered softly, her voice thick with emotion. "You are truly my perfect pet."