Madame Ellen: Part 3 – A New Slave’s First Toilet Training, Twice Filled to the Brink
Madame Ellen Expert in scat
Gas and Confinement in Tight Spandex
I awoke with an overwhelming buildup of gas, its potency undeniable. My new black spandex trousers became an unintended recipient of my relentless flatulence. Rather than letting it escape freely, I resolved to reserve it for my devoted toilet slave. What better way to relieve myself than right onto his face? Fart after fart, I released the pent-up pressure, each one finding its way into his lungs. But there was more brewing—a thick, damp, and pungent stool awaited its turn. Afterward, I naturally utilized him as my makeshift toilet paper. He must understand his role in this dynamic! Shame about the audio quality, though.
