Madame Ellen: Part 3 – A New Slave’s First Toilet Training, Twice Filled to the Brink
Madame Ellen Expert in scat
Guided by My Touch, Nourished by My Hand
Adorned in English elegance, the moment unfolds. My devoted companion kneels, unwilling yet captivated. While his desires lean toward self-indulgence, his role is etched in servitude—my vessel, my pawn, my instrument. He longs to linger, absorbed in the spectacle, but duty calls, and he complies without choice. With champagne poised in hand, I command the ritual. Slowly, deliberately, I feed him delicacies from my fingertips, urging him to savor the offering. Resistance flickers, but I coax him to consume, to swallow, to fulfill his purpose. Let him ponder the envious yearning of those who crave such privilege yet remain denied.
