Madame Ellen: A Lesson in Submission for the Footslave

The time had come for my footslave to embrace a new level of devotion: consuming my creation. Earlier, I carefully bottled a portion of my morning waste and chilled it on the balcony, shaping it into a firm, compact sphere. Once ready, I bound my slave, blindfolded him, and placed the hardened orb into his mouth with a gag. Though he fought against the repulsive lesson, submission is non-negotiable—he must learn to accept his role fully.