Madame Ellen Expert in scat - Madame Ellen: visited my Toiletslave and filled him 2x with my delicous

The sound of my high heels clicking on the pavement echoed through the empty alleyway as I made my way towards my toilet slave's lair. A wide grin spread across my face, excited to be reunited with the filthy creature who lived his life worshiping my every hole and orifice. I had no doubt that he had been anxiously awaiting my arrival, eager to be filled with both my shit and my urine once again. My thoughts turned to the numerous times I had used him in the past, and I found myself growing wet between my legs at the mere memory of his obedience.

I arrived at the dilapidated doorway to his filthy little home, and pushed it open with my foot. The stench of feces and piss hit me like a wave as I stepped inside, but I welcomed it with open arms. My toilet slave was kneeling on a dirty mattress in the center of the room, his eyes fixed on me, worship in his gaze. Without a word, he scrambled to his feet and bowed low before me, the chains on his wrists clanking noisily against each other. I strutted over to him, my hips swaying seductively in time with the clatter of his shackles.

I stood before him, my chest bare save for a tiny triangle of black lace covering my large breasts. My pussy was already soaked in anticipation of what was to come, and I took pleasure in teasing him with it. I stuck one pale, manicured finger into my slit and dragged it lazily over the hard nub of my clitoris. Then, without warning, I shoved it into his open mouth, forcing him to taste my arousal. His tongue danced around my digit, eager for more, and I grinned in satisfaction.

Tugging my finger free, I moved to stand behind him. Before he could react, I had pulled his underwear down to his ankles and exposed his ass to the cool air. I smeared a strip of shit from my hand to his asshole, painting it onto his smooth skin. He moaned in pleasure as I worked, knowing what was to come. Satisfied, I ran a finger down his chin and across his lips, collecting some of the filth I had made him taste. Then, with a smile, I leaned forward and smeared it over his lips, trapping his mouth in a grimy, sticky kiss.

Finally, I grabbed him by the cock and led him over to the toilet bowl. I positioned his hard, straining member at the water's edge, and then pushed his face into the steaming mass of human excrement that lay within. With a groan of delight, he began to lap at the shit-filled water, his tongue darting in and out of the thick liquid. I watched with a mix of fascination and arousal as he drank deeply from the toilet, savoring every last drop of my shit-filled piss. It was truly a sight to behold.

After a few minutes of watching him, I felt the first pangs of need. I hurried over to a corner of the room where a small table was set up, complete with a rubber sheet and a selection of toys. On top of the table lay my favorite dildo, made of solid black steel and shaped like a gigantic cock. I mounted it on the table, then positioned myself over the toilet bowl. Slowly, I sank down onto the dildo, letting out a loud moan as it filled me to capacity. The heat from the shit and piss mixed together sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands, riding the waves of ecstasy.

My thighs trembled, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax. Holding onto the sides of the toilet for support, I arched my back, thrusting my hips forward. The dildo hit the back of my pussy, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my entire body. I cried out, my voice muffled by the sounds of my own pleasure. And then, finally, I came, shuddering violently as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over me.

Spent, I collapsed against the side of the toilet, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Around me, the room was filled with the sounds of my slave's hurried attempts to clean himself up. Slowly, I pushed myself upright, feeling the last remnants of the cum and shit sliding out of me. Turning back towards my slave, I saw that he was kneeling once again, his head bowed low. "You did well, my slave," I rasped, my voice still hoarse from orgasm. "You may reward yourself." With those words, I unfastened his chains and stepped back, allowing him to slowly pick himself up off the floor. As he stood up, his cock – still rock hard despite the exertions of the past few minutes – was nearly eye level with mine. Wordlessly, he knelt down and took me into his mouth, his tongue swirling around my clit even as I took his cock deep into my pussy. We moved together, marking the end of an incredible session as our bodies came together in a final, messy orgasm.

As the room slowly cleared and the sounds of our pleasure faded, I found myself smiling. With my toilet slave, I had experienced some of the greatest pleasures known to mankind. And as I left him there, chained once again to his filthy mattress, I couldn't help but wonder when our next session would be...