Madame Ellen: Part 3 – A New Slave’s First Toilet Training, Twice Filled to the Brink
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The Literary Judge: This Book is Pure Trash!
I’m lounging at a male friend’s place, draped in alluring lingerie, sprawled on a mattress. He’s out running errands, leaving me alone, restless, and craving distraction. After indulging myself several times, I scan the room for something new to occupy my time. My gaze lands on a shelf of books, and I saunter over, flaunting my curves. One title catches my eye. I flip through its pages, striking provocative poses as I read. To my dismay, it’s a repulsive guide on manipulation—utterly detestable. My inner critic takes over, and I feel an overwhelming urge to deliver a savage review. I unleash an enormous, foul log directly onto its pages, fully expressing my disdain. I take my time defacing the book, smearing, sitting, and even relieving myself on it. Determined to leave no ambiguity, I return it to its shelf, ensuring my friend gets the message loud and clear.
