It still haunts me

Part 8: A journey to Madame Adele's world

I reported at Madame Adele's place at 4.55 p.m. It was a spacious two-
storey villa with a wide hall leading through a wooden staircase to about
four bedrooms above. Madame Adele seems to be so rich, being a world
champion for years has earned her good money and good name in the world of
sports, apart from the man she had taken in the ring.

I planned to offer honest devoted service to Madame Adele, with whom I had
no intentions of messing around. She took the life of a big man nearly her
size with her deadly cast-iron calves, so she could do my tiny body with
much less effort with her toes. "You are five minutes earlier, but that is
great. Come in," she greeted me at the door. I entered and directly fell on
my knees in front of her bare feet kissing both of them in a bid to impress
her and send a message that I am only willing to serve.

"Come on, good boy Alex. Follow me," she said. She lied in a big chair that
seemed like a throne. "There is the bathroom in that direction. Get a bowl
of warm water to wash and massage my feet." I went quickly as ordered and
brought all the foot-massaging paraphernalia, being aware of the procedure
from my experience with my original Mistress.

She rested her left foot on my shoulder and gave me the other to start
working on. I rubbed her toes in water so gently and she began to relax and
close her eyes as if she was in a dream. I dried one foot and started
working on the other and then rubbed both legs up to the knees, which were
so strong that I thought could crush a human skull easily if they pressed
together in one quick strong move.

"Lie on your back under my chair and keep your face exactly under my
feet….goooood boy! Now stick your tongue out and stay still." She placed
her left foot on my right part of the chest and put her right heel under my
chin so that her big and second toes encircled my tongue and then moved her
toes up and down my tongue for 10 minutes. She then did it with her second
and middle toes and then the middle and fourth toes and finally the forth
and small toes. She did the same with her left foot, and all along my
tongue kept still as she ordered.

"My feet are shining thanks to your velvet tongue," she said. "I am here to
serve you in anyway you wish me, Madame Adele. I am at your total
disposal," I replied. She seemed satisfied and showed her shining white
teeth in a smile. "You haven't had your lunch of course, Alex. Have you?"
"No, Madame. I was in a hurry to arrive here on time," I said. "Well, this
dedication deserves a good meal. You know, today I ate pork, Cole Slaw and
rice and finished off a bottle of wine, so your meal is going to be a
really good nurturing one. Follow me to the bathroom, Alex," she ordered.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, I lied on my back and opened my mouth
for my lunch. I just started to love shit as a favorite meal and really
savored the taste of urine.

Madame Adele took off her white panties and lowered herself over my face,
making sure that she had her shit hole exactly over my open mouth.

She first gave several farts over my inhaling nose until I saw her first
piece of shit starting to arrive where it belongs: my mouth. Madame Adele
was pushing hard and hard. The shit seemed solid and fat and a very long
coherent one, contrary to that diarrheic shit of Mistress Nelly. The first
batch of the brown cargo started to land into my welcoming mouth, but it
seemed to have no end. Madame Adele was still pushing.

The shit seemed endless and now it looked like a small snake coming out of
her ass hole. I had to support it with hands behind her ass, and she
finally gave it. I took it all into my mouth. The later parts were easier,
but smaller cargos with same fat solidness. Madame Adele kept shitting into
my mouth for about 20 minutes and she finally emptied all the content of
her bowels into me. "You want your wine now, Alex?" she asked. "Yes, please
Madame."

She stretched out her hand and brought a big plastic funnel. "You know
Alex, funnels guarantee that no drop of urine would be wasted away. All the
content of my bladder will move in seconds into your body." She placed the
funnel into my mouth and started emptying all the wine she had today into
me. Although I was that swallowing machine, her pee stung my palate. It was
strong and the taste was a bit painful, but I had no choice.

Madame Adele was smiling above me while the piss was still gushing from her
hole. "Enjoying my wine, Alex?" she asked. I nodded in response. Her pee
seemed to be over I can tell from the last drops falling into my mouth. She
took off the funnel and signaled me out after her. "How was your meal,
Alex? Nelly insisted that I should give you good nourishment." I replied
that it was more than OK.