Madame Ellen: Part 3 – A New Slave’s First Toilet Training, Twice Filled to the Brink
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This captive, a chatterbox by nature, found his voice silenced by my hands—my ultimate tools of power. Bound and helpless, I dug my nails into his tender nipples, leaving destruction in their wake. With every scratch across his body, I etched my dominance deeper. A well-placed spit served as his “revitalizing sip,” fueling my relentless punishment. His initial stream of praises soon turned into desperate moans. Even in brief pauses, his pleas for mercy echoed—yet I left him bound, abandoned, and consumed by suffering, a testament to my merciless control.
