Madame Ellen: Part 3 – A New Slave’s First Toilet Training, Twice Filled to the Brink
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Lady Scarlet - Track My Fragrance, My Pony
To join my stable, this pony must learn to identify my scent. I approach him, wand in hand, and see the flicker of fear in his eyes. But the wand isn’t for punishment—it’s a guide. I remove my panties, attach them to the wand, and dangle them before him. Like a donkey entranced by a carrot, he follows obediently, pacing the room. Does the scent excite him more, or the sensation of my bare skin resting on his back? He proved himself well, bearing my weight, rising on two legs, and now recognizing my fragrance. He’s earned his place in my collection.
