Madame Ellen Expert in scat - Madame Ellen: education after toilettraining

Once Madame Ellen's scat session ended, the slave was left filled with warm piss. She fixed him on the bed and began a pain treatment with her beloved neon wand. After the pet play, her feet needed pampering too. The slave couldn't wait to please her once again. The scent of piss and sweat hung heavily in the air as Madame Ellen approached the slave she had allowed to empty his bowels earlier. He lay back on the bed, his abused asshole still stretched from the brutal treatment it had received. She could already feel the heat radiating off his body from where she stood. "Now then," she purred, her crimson lips curling into a devilish smile. "After giving you such an intense scat experience, it's only fair that I help clean you up." Kneeling between the slave's legs, Madame Ellen began to play with the sticky mess that coated his thighs. She ran her fingers through the puddles of cum, piss, and feces, causing the slave to whimper in anticipation of what was to come next. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she unsheathed her neon wand and began tracing its path over his body, avoiding his sensitive regions until now. However, this time was different. She wanted to see how much pain he could endure before losing control. The first touch of the cold neon wand to his skin sent shivers down the slave's spine. She watched as his body jerked in reaction to the sudden burst of cold against his warm, pissy skin. Satisfied with his reaction, she pressed the wand against his chest and began tracing patterns across his skin. The sensation was unbearable for him, but Madame Ellen merely chuckled in response. "Oh no, my pet," she whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "We haven't reached your good spot yet." She moved lower, circling his swollen nipples with the neon wand before trailing it down toward his abused asshole. The slave tried desperately not to cry out as the cold seeped into his most sensitive areas. Finally, satisfied with her work, Madame Ellen stepped back and inspected her handiwork. The slave was covered in lattice-like welts from where she had traced the neon wand over his skin. He looked like a human canvas of pain, but to Madame Ellen, he was a masterpiece. After allowing the slave to breathe for a moment, Madame Ellen moved on to pampering his feet, which were now covered in layers of piss and feces. She soaked a warm, wet cloth in hot water and began cleaning each digit carefully. The slave closed his eyes, feeling the warmth seeping into his frozen extremities. Once her slave's feet were clean and dry, Madame Ellen sat back on the chair and admired her work. The slave lay before her, a perfect combination of pain, submission, and humiliation. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride in her creation. "Now then," she said with a grin, reaching for a fresh towel. "It's time to get you ready for your long-awaited rest.”