Sheila's toilet fart domination
It had been about a month when Sheila farted all over me at the
detention. Back then she said something like: "Let's do this again
sometime. When I've loaded lots of gas to my stomach". But Sheila
hasn't talked to me after that day, and I'm thinking, has she forgotten
her promise. I would love to smell her farts again, but on the other
hand, I am a bit terrified if I'm getting under her ass again. Some
days I have noticed, when I'm sitting near her in classroom, that her
stomach is grumbling a lot. And sometimes, by looking her facial
emotions, it looks like she is about to fart, but she is forcing it
back in. Well now it's Friday and
Just before the teacher gave permission to go home, my pencil case fell
to the floor and the things inside it, spreaded all over the floor. I
started picking them up, while everyone else was going home. "Lock the
door when you leave, please". I heard teacher saying somewhere above
me. I mumbeled something like: "No problem". I heard teacher leaving
and I got myself up from the floor and packed rest of my stuff in my
bag. I was leaving, but then Sheila walked in and smiled. "Oh, hi
Sheila!" I said to her. "Hello to yourself." Sheila answered. "You
know, I haven't farted a single time after the detention. So I've
holded up farts and eating all gassy stuff for and entire month!"
Sheila said and started walking closer to me. I was silent and watched
Sheila. She was right in front of me and then she lifted her butt a bit
and: "BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP!" Oh god, how worse her farts
smelled now. They were at least twice more terrible then a month ago.
She laughed, turned around and moved her ass really close to my face.
"PROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFF!" I started coughing and holding up my nose.
Then Sheila turned back on me and said: "C'mon. Let's go somewhere
more...private". We lefted from the classroom and locked the door
behind. She led me to the lady's room. She locked the door thightly and
pushed me sitting on the toilet. Sheila crouched and pushed her butt
all over my face. She pushed my head all the way to the back wall.
There was no escape behind her ass. "BROOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFF! Smelly
my gassy pleasure!" I heard Sheila yelling to me. The fart smelled so
bad that my head started spinning immediately. "Get ready for this
one!" Sheila said after the first fart.
"BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFFFFF!" I tried to hold my breath, but
Sheila's farts were too powerful. I was feeling now very dizzy. Sheila
took her ass away from my face. I was still feeling dizzy so I couldn't
see very well. But I could see that Sheila opened her jeans and took
them off. She was wearing sexy Tiger-pattern panties. She opened her
jacket and took it off too. She was wearing bras that had the same
pattern like in the panties. She walked over me and grabbed me from my
hair, lifted the toilet ring, placed my head underneath it and dropped
the ring down. She sat on the ring, her ass was right over my face. I
couldn't move and after about two seconds:
"PRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFF!" A smelly ripper released from her ass
right on my nose. "Suck these slave!" Sheila yelled and released
several smelly farts. "PROOOOF! BRAAAAF! PROOOOOT!..." I smelled them
all and then I couldn't see or feel anything. Sheila finally got up and
I started breathing the air. I still couldn't see properly, but my
vision got better after taking several long breaths. Sheila was
modelling herself through the mirror. "Ooohh! I'm so plump!" She said,
but she looked pretty happy saying that. "Do you find my plump body
sexy?" Sheila asked me. I was feeling so dizzy that I wouldn't care
what would happen, so I nodded. "Can you find my gassy ass hot?" She
asked. I nodded again. All I wanted is to get out. Sheila put her hand
to her panties and started rubbing. "Do you get wet dreams thinking of
me?" Sheila said, sounding pretty aroused. I remembered the wet dream
what I saw last month from her. I nodded again. "Oh...god!" She said,
rubbing even harded. "Come here!" She said. I went. My legs were
shacking when I walked next to her. She grabbed my head and pushed it
against her ass. For few seconds I only could see the Tiger-patterns on
her panties and then: "PRRRRRROOOOOFFF!" She farted again. I was now
very close to collapse. "You get me very aroused!" She said and farted
again. "Nobody finds me hot, or loves my farts, but you!" She continued
while farting small, but stinky farts. She rubbed my head against her
panties. "BRRRRRRPPPPPP!" She farted once more. I couldn't take it
anymore. I passed out.
I felt something wet was dripping on my face. First I thought it is
water, that someone "good guy" is dripping it on me so that I wake up.
But then I opened my eyes a bit and I got pretty shocked; I was lying
on the floor and Sheila was standing on top of me and pissing all over
my face. I opened my mouth to say something, but that was a big
mistake. Really fast movements, Sheila put a small stick vertically to
my mouth, so I couldn't close my mouth. Sheila pissed in my mouth and
forced me to drink it all. After she ran out of piss, she took the
stick out of my mouth and trashed it. "I hope you don't mind the brutal
meanings I needed to do to get you awaken again". Sheila said and
smiled. I was again wordless. "Shall we continue?" She asked. I just
laid on the floor, saying nothing. I saw that Sheila was all naked. She
spreaded her buttcheeks and sitted on my face again. "Now you'll feel
my toughest farts straight to your nose, slave!" She yelled and took a
smothering position. "BROOOOOOOFF!" Sheila released very wet fart,
which smelled so much that I tought I would pass out again. "Yeah! Have
some more! PRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFF!" Sheila yelled and farted. My
eyes got wet and my head was spinning so much that I couldn't feel any
of my limbs anymore. I heard, that her stomach was grumbling again. "Oh
damn! Oh my god! Now comes the big one!" Sheila said and took a good
position and released a long, smelly and wet fart. I tried to escape
under her ass and get some fresh air, but I found it useless. For my
luck Sheila finally got up. I took long breaths of fresh air. I saw
Sheila rubbing her pussy again and looking at me. After few minutes, I
could smell the aromas, rising up from her pussy. Suddenly she came in
front of me. She grabbed my head and pushed it between her hairy pussy
lips and sat on my face again. She squeesed her lips shut so I couldn't
get my nose of there. The aromas were stunning and my vision became
blurr. Sheila started rubbing my nose inside her pussy and I could
heard that made her very aroused. Suddenly she released my nose. Sheila
got up and kept rubbing her pussy. Until she fired her juices all over
my face, just like last time. Sheila bend down and started licking my
face and finally kissed me. She just smiled and got up. I was just
about to pass out again, because of her aromatic juices. Then she
released few more farts on the air. Those farts made me to pass out
I started waking up. I could see only a little, but I noticed that
I wasn't at the toilet anymore. Then I spotted Sheila standing next to
me, naked again and smiling. "You passed out again". She said. "I've
got still few more farts left". She laughed and again, spreaded her
buttcheeks and sat on my face. "PRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFF!
BROOOOOOOOOOT! BRAAAAAAAAAF! PRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAATTT!..." Sheila farted
away rest of her farts and I was again nearby to faint, but I managed
to stay awake. Sheila got up and said: "Mmmmh! Not bad. You survived
from my smelly torture." She smiled. "By the way, you nodded when I
asked you, 'do you find my plump body hot', right?" I nodded again and
she then she said: "Good. I'll remember that nod". She smiled again,
dressed up and left and I also got up. I noticed that I was on one of
the corridors of the school. I went home and shower. I found Sheila
pretty hot, when I thought her naked body and ass later in that
evening. I started jacking off and I shot the load in few minutes. I
went to bed still thinking about Sheila.
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There was a limit to the heels I would borrow and wear to school, especially 18 and a senior. I knew that a few of my step momÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s shoes were what we called FMPs. I forget where, but I think we got the letters from the Sex in the City show. Mrs. Ã¢â‚¬Ëœnicely-organized-shoes-in-the-closetÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ had a quite a few boxes that I explored often. She actually changed one of the empty bedrooms into her dressing room. It had a full length mirror, amore, dresser, and a big closet. I went through her stuff when she wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t home, which was occasionally, especially since sometimes her job had her travel overnight for business. I foun
It was senior prom and I got asked to the prom by a really nice guy who was actually older than me. He was a senior and I was a sophmore. I was only a sophmore but as developed and as mature as the seniors. He was a football player, tall, and really cute. We were in a study hall and he knew one of my friends, who was dating one of his friends so they kind of fixed us up. We went out a few times to parties and other times, met up at the local hangouts and hooked up a few times, mostly oral sex, but I gave myself to him a few times and we had sex. It kind of built up from kissing once, to letting him up my shirt another time, to giving him a blowjob in his car, to us getting drunk at his friends house and using one of the spare bedrooms to go all the way. I could tell he had a thing for legs, and mine were (and still are!) one of my best assets, and I could tell he liked them and what was at the end of themÃ¢â‚¬Â¦my feet or heels! ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s funny because you can tell when itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s more, and maybe a fascination or fetish.
So prom day arrived and I had my white and gold Tiffany gown and my Nina 4Ã¢â‚¬Â white glitter slingback sandals that went with my dress. I did some tanning at the local salon and after spending some time outside in the sun I had a really nice dark tan. I went barelegged in my dress and heels and thought it looked nice. We went to the prom and did the typical prom stuff, such as the pictures, and we got along really good. After the prom we got in his car and went out. It was actually his parentÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s car that he borrowed for the evening and according to him he could keep it all night. We followed a few of his friends, one of which, was with one of my best friends and we went to this hotel for an after-prom party. It was one of those suites in a nice hotel. Apparently one of the guyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s older brother rented it for them. We all went in at different times instead of a group to try and not draw any attention. Not that these young guys and girls walking in one after the other in tuxedos and prom dresses didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t draw attention!
We went up to the suite and it was a crowded party scene. There was music on, and beer and bottles of liquor, and mixed drinks in a few pitchers that were spiked punch. It was amazing that you couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t hear it louder out in the hallway with all the people and music inside. That place was pretty soundproof. We went in and talked and played a few drinking games. I had a few glasses of punch and he was drinking beer, as were most everyone there. After 2 glasses of the punch I was really feeling it! I was also not used to drinking so that kind of helped the feeling. We flirted around and he hinted around about how far was I going to get tonightÃ¢â‚¬Â¦sexually of course. I sat on his lap on a chair with my legs crossed in my glittery sandals and told him I wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t sure. I actually had an idea that I was going to sleep with him that night, and had actually borrowed a few condoms from my friend who had some for her boyfriend. I just didn't feel I should share that with him yet. I even had a little lingerie outfit that I was going to bring with a change of clothes as a few people had mentioned they were going to do after the prom was over. Most of us actually didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t do it and just wore out prom gowns the entire evening.
So after an hour or so, and a few more drinks, we both were kind of tipsy and he suggested we go somewhere more quiet. We thought about where we could go and I suggested back to my house. My dad was gone on a business trip until tomorrow afternoon, my step-mom had flown out of town after she came and saw me off to the prom. Out of my four older brothers, one was married and gone, 2 were in college and the other was spending the night over his friendÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s house where they played video games all night like zombies. That pretty much left the house empty.
We arrived back at my house and parked in the driveway. The house was dark and quiet and I clicked my way in my heels to the front door. I unlocked the door and we went in. We didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t say too much I just sort of led him up to my room. We went into my room and sat on my bed and kissed and he slowly lost his tux jacket, tie, and shirt. I told him that I wanted to get out of my prom dress because it was killing me and into something more comfortable. He said he really thought I looked great in it and I asked him what he liked the best about it? I asked just seeing where it would go. He gave me a smooth answer like Ã¢â‚¬ËœI like all of itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ and then he said he wished I would have wore some sexy pantyhose though. That pretty much sealed it for my intuition about what I thought about him. He DID have a fetish for legs! I asked him to unclasp the back of my dress and zip it down. He did and with that I told him I would be back I was going to change into something else. I slid the straps off the back of my heels and kicked them off in the corner. I suddenly had a little plan. I grabbed the extra clothes bag with the lingerie in it and walked out my bedroom. I looked back at him half lying across the bed and told him that I would be back. He had a smirk on his face.
I went into my step-momÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s changing room, right down the hall, and took off my prom dress, strapless push-up bra, and panties. I had a black sheer one piece, babydoll, that didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t leave much to the imagination from behind. I then opened my step-momÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s dresser drawer, that she kept all her hose in, and took out a pair of black sheer thigh high hose. I had been in this drawer before to borrow pantyhose, and with permission too. How about that!?! I pulled each one up and they had the elastic top so they stayed right in place. I went over to her closet and decided I needed the appropriate footwear. I checked through a few boxes quickly. The last thing I wanted to do was keep him waiting too long and think something was the matter. I found what I was looking for! I found a pair of TOTAL sex-heels! I actually couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t remember if I ever saw these before in my exploring. They were a pair of 5Ã¢â‚¬Â black stiletto heeled sandals had a X-cross strap acroff the top of my foot. They had a clear heel and had 2 thick ankle straps that came up from the back and wrapped tightly around my thin ankles. I put them on and amazingly stood up and walked out of the room. They were really hard to walk in and my ankles and calves werenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t used to wearing something this high at all. I wondered if I would attempt such a thing if I had not been drinking? I walked back down the hallway and opened my bedroom door and walked in. I guess during my disappearance he seemed to have lost his pants. When he looked up and saw me, he his eyes got big, and all he said was 'whoa!' I took that as a compliment. Guys donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t realize that girls have a complex or maybe want to feel appreciated and complimented when we put on sexy outfits for them.
I walked over to him and pushed him on the back on the bed, me following on top of him, straddling him. We kissed and my hands explored his cock and stroked it as he squeezed and massaged my breasts. After a minute or so, he grabbed me and using his weight, flipped me under him so we changed positions and he was on top now. He undressed me only leaving my heels on. I continued to stroke him as I felt two of his fingers slide in my wet pussy. It felt sooo good! He worked them in and out making me squirm. I whispered in his ear, in between my heavy breathing, Ã¢â‚¬ËœI want you to fuck me so hard tonightÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. He said Ã¢â‚¬ËœI promise I will, but how kinky will you get tonight?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ I replied Ã¢â‚¬Ëœas kinky as you wantÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. He asked, Ã¢â‚¬Ëœcan I tie you up?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ I shook my head yes. He then gave me a fiendish smile and pulled his fingers out of me. I let go of his cock as he stood up and went to my closet and opened it. I had two bathrobes in there and he pulled off both of their belts. He came over and grabbed one of my wrists and pulled it to the bedpost, tying it there tightly. I teased him with my other hand stroking him slowly. He then took my other hand and tied it tightly to the other bedpost. I was now on my back with my arms stretched wide above my head.Ã‚Â I also wonder if I would have let him do that if I was sober? He got down between my legs and I spread them for him. He began licking my wet pussy and teasing my clit with his tongue. I pulled against the belts with my wrists and moaned out loud, I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t care. I felt myself getting very hot and buried my heels into the bed arching my hips up and into him as much as I could, as he continued to lick and suck. In my lust I then brought my legs back up, screaming out in pleasure as he continued to work his tongue and a finger in and out of me. As I brought my leg up my heel hit him in the shoulder and he responded with an Ã¢â‚¬Ëœouch!Ã¢â‚¬â„¢. I apologized with a Ã¢â‚¬ËœsorryÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. He said Ã¢â‚¬Ëœwe are going to have to keep these heels out of the way. I wondered what he was going to do next as he got off the bed? He then took each of my thigh high hose, tied each of my ankles to each bedpost my wrists were tied, and put my heels back on, which I could tell he enjoyed. I was now spread eagle on my back with my pussy wide open, with each ankle to wrist, tied to the two bedposts.
He said Ã¢â‚¬ËœIÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be right back, I am going to get some protectionÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. Did he know he was going to get lucky?Ã¢â‚¬Â¦..I wonder. He returned with a condom on and got on top of me, and mounted my submissive pose I was in. I felt him slide his cock inside me slowly, but filling me all the way up. I screamed out and grabbed my spiked heel, as the only thing to hold onto. So there we were having sex in the missionary position as I watched my legs tied wide and my stiletto feet in the air.
Then time sort of stood still as I heard the hardwood floor creak outside my door and the door open. We sort of froze in the middle of our sexual actÃ¢â‚¬Â¦him on top of meÃ¢â‚¬Â¦me tied to the bedposts, my legs tied wide with my stockingsÃ¢â‚¬Â¦and my step-mom was standing in the doorway! I closed my eyes for a second and started trying to pull my wrists loose. He panicked and jumped off me. Everything was a blur and I remember her screaming at him to get the hell out. I was looking at my wrists as I was still trying to get them loose and was twisting and pulling my ankles, but making the nylon dig into my ankles tighter, as if squirming would get me loose. I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see him grab his clothes and run out, but I guess he did it naked, and still with his condom on! I could not see, but I could hear my stepmother yelling something at him as she sort of followed him, or chased him, out of the house. I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t think he even said a word the whole time! He was probably in shock!
I realized I wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t getting my wrists or ankles undone and had only got the knots tighter, the nylon now digging into my ankles and obviously leaving a mark. I lay there thinking Ã¢â‚¬ËœI am so fucked!.. This is embarrassing.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ I lay there for about 5 minutes and I tried slipping my wrists out of the belts, but that didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t work at all and made them tighter. There wasn't even a blanket on my bed for me to try to wiggle under. I heard the footsteps coming back down the hall and looked over my tits and my dripping wet pussy to see my step-mom standing at the doorway. I was tied and there was nothing I could do as she looked at the vulnerable position I had put myself in. I think maybe she was waiting for herself to calm down before she came back in. She was caught off-guard too. I saw her in the doorway again shaking her head, and I just looked up at the ceiling TOTALLY embarrassed. She didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t say anything, she just came over and after some work, untied my ankles, letting each slump onto the bed. She then untied each of my wrists still with neither one of us said anything. After that, she walked out of the room and I heard her go downstairs. I stayed upstairs and got dressed in a pair of shorts and a tshirt and put her stuff back where I got it. I was stone sober now! I sat down and wondered what to do next.
I figured I had to eventually face her and I walked downstairs. She started the conversation, which didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t involve any yelling. I apologized and told her how embarrassed I was. She actually gave me a speech about watching what I did and who I was with, and she objected to that behavior in our house. It went a lot better than I thought and ended with me asking Ã¢â‚¬ËœYou are not going to tell dad are you?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ She promised she wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t as long as I was more careful with what I did. She told me he could have done anything to me with me tied up like that. I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t say anything and tried not to smirt thinking Ã¢â‚¬Ëœthat was my planÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. I went up to my room, still totally embarrassed as ever from the episode. I tried to call my prom date on his cell phone and no answer. Either he had the phone off, he was out getting drunk wondering what just happened, or he absolutely didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t want to talk to me. With all the stress that had happened, I went to bed exhausted.
The next day I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t leave my room until lunchtime. I went downstairs and my brother had got home and my dad was there. They were all in the kitchen with my step-mom having lunch. My dad asked me how the prom was, and I replied Ã¢â‚¬ËœgoodÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ . My step-mom acted like nothing happened and I am pretty sure she didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t say anything. Whew! I went into the living room and watched TV for a while and got online to check my Email. Later, I went up to my room and there was a shoebox on my bed. I stopped and knew that I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t leave it there. I opened it and inside were the black 5Ã¢â‚¬Â strappy stiletto heels I had on last night with a note! I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t recognize the box probably because I was so tipsy last night, but I did recognize the handwriting. The note said Ã¢â‚¬ËœYou can keep them, they look better on you and youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll probably get more use out of themÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. I was in total shock! I closed the box. I walked out of room and down the hallway and noticed my mom walking down the hallway toward me. I stopped. She passed me with a smirk on her face, as I looked totally embarrassed again! Amazing!
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Richard sat in the fish shop eating his lunch not taking much notice of the half filled tables or the other diners.He pulled out his mobile and inadvertantly dropped a pound coin on the floor,so he moved his chair and got under the table to pick up his coin.His mouth dropped open and he was rooted to the spot on the next table sat a woman with no knickers on. He could
Profile 6: How Toilette Got Her Name
This is THE most perverted story I have EVER written (so
far!). It covers many topics, F/F, D/S. Humil, WS, Scat and a
few things that I don't think even HAVE abbreviations. However,
it does NOT have incest, pedo, S&M or snuff. It IS extremely
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! If you don't like the sounds of this,
don't read it.
from her mistress startled Toilette.
"Mistress Ilsa- what do you mean? What have I done?!" she
pleaded, approaching her mistress on her hands and knees.
"Cunt, you mean you don't even remember my orders?!"
"No, Mistress, I...I..."
"Come here," Ilsa seemed to be seeming with fury.
"But-" Toilette pleaded tentatively, a sob forming in her
throat in anticipation of her Mistress's anger even as her cunt
began to get wet for the very same reason.
"HERE!!!" yelled Ilsa, stomping her high-heeled mid-thigh
black patent leather boot on the metal floor with a loud clang.
"Yes, Mistress," she sputtered nervously as she scuttled
over to her dominatrix. The bigger woman proceeded to grasp he
by her hair, Ignoring her protests of pain and slapped her
briskly three times across the face, completely stunning her
slave. She immediately shoved the girl's face between her legs
and pressed her open mouth roughly against her bared labia.
Taken by surprise, Toilette assumed that her Mistress wanted her to
eat her out again (as her usual punishment goes) and began to
lick Ilsa's cunt in earnest.
"I ordered you to clean my bathroom. Now, since you
'forgot' to do so, I figure a sufficient punishment would be for
YOU to be my bathroom until I can get ANOTHER of my slaves to do
this task. Understood, whore?!"
"Yms, Mrsstrrs," Toilette managed to mumble from between
"Good, now, lick my feet. I have had a long day, and my
feet really smell, so make sure you give them a good cleaning."
With that, she pulled Toilette from her sopping cunt and shoved her
down to the floor.
"Y-yes, M-Milady," the stench of her mistress's sweaty feet
disgusted her but the idea of being forced to degrade herself in
this way turned her on enough for her to overcome her revulsion.
She began by licking the top of her mistress's right foot, where
the sweat was the least pungent.
"No, bitch, the bottom!" Yelled Ilsa as she pulled her foot
from the young girl's grasp and spanked her with her riding crop.
Toilette let out a loud startled yelp and rolled over on her
backside to protect it from further abuse. Ilsa used this
opening to stick her filthy big toe in her slave's mouth, "Suck
it, whore! Suck all the filthy shit off it!"
After a brief moment of shock and revulsion, Toilette did just
that, and with vigor once she realized that her Mistress must
have planned this scenario- no one's feet get that dirty unless
on purpose. She definitely detected a foul taste on the woman's
feet, and it wasn't just toejam.
"Mmm, yeah, that's good. You know, I can't believe that
even in space, if I take a short barefoot walk through the park,
you just can't avoid stepping in some animal's shit!"
"Urrmgh!" Toilette was no longer very turned on by her
"Shut up, whore, just be happy i didn't bring the whole
thing back here for you to eat! There are worse things than
having to suck MY toes, cunt!"
Toilette couldn't think of any but she had enough faith in her
Mistress's ingenuity to continue her chore obediantly. Soon, she
had thouroughly cleaded both of her Mistress's feet and had the
nastiest taste in her mouth.
"Good, good, but as I said, I've had a long hard day," (It
mainly consisted of raping the hell out of all of her "personal
servants") "and I feel all gross and sweaty. Now, since my
shower is in no shape for usage, you'll just have to cleanse me
youself. You may begin with my armpits." Again, she lifted the
smaller girl up by her hair and shoved her face in her ranchy
Toilette was revolted by the salty taste, but at least it
wasn't as bad as the feet, so she quickly and competantly did as
she was told. Soon she had completed the task her Mistress had
demanded of her. She was ready to get some rest, this punishment
session was going on a bit long. But to her surprise, as soon as
she finished licking up the last drop of her mistress's sweat,
the woman pulled her head back and placed her face over Toilette's.
"Say ahhhhh..." Obsequiously, the girl did, completely
perplexed by this new torment. It's meaning became horribly
clear, however when she heard the odd snorting sound her Mistress
was making followed quickly by the sickening feel of slime-
covered chunks of snot dropping into her mouth and coating her
tongue. They slid slowly down her tongue like snails into the
back of her mouth, right on the opening to her throat. The
disgusting feeling made her gag uncontollably.
"Barf and that's fifty strokes with the cat o' nine tails,
Toilette hated the feel of the tart snots, but she hated the
pain of her Mistress's whip more, so she controlled herself as
best she could, the only sign of her discomfort being a slow
stream of hot tears running down her cheek. Ilsa continued the
disgusting ritual for few more minutes, thouroughly disposing
all the mucus in her nasal passage. When Toilette had swollowed
what seemed to her to be mouthfuls of snot, Ilsa stopped and
ordered the slavegirl to suck and lick each of her nostrils in
turn in order to insure their cleanliness. This was a fairly
easy task for her since most of the offensive material had
already been sent to her stomach.
"Good, very good, you dirty little piece of shit! Now-"
Ilsa roughly dropped the girl to her knees with her riding crop
and once again shoved the girl's face between her legs.
Finally, thought Toilette, she would make her mistress cum and
the session would be over. With that thought in mind, she ate
her Mistess's cunt with renewed ferver.
"Now, my little toilette, I am You are going to drink my
"Hrrrm?!!" Toilette began to panic.
"yes, and if you spill ANY of it, I may decide that I have
to take a SHIT too!"
"Nrm! Nrm!" the little slave pleaded.
"Well, then, swallow fast, bitch!" And with that, Ilsa let
a slow stream of hot yellow piss pour into Toilette's tiny mouth,
making sure she kept it at a slow enough rate for her to swallow,
at least for now. She planned to savor this perverse moment,
making this prepubescent little slut drink her hot foul piss made
her hotter than hell! She'd have to be careful not to cum before
she was finished pissing!
"You like my piss, cunt?"
"Mrr-glurp-ack," Toilette had to catch herself as she almost
spilled some of the tangy hot urine.
"I can't hear you, you fuckin' little tramp! DO YOU LIKE MY
PISS?!" she slapped Toilette's head, almost making her spill it,
"Answer me, whore!"
"Yss, Mrstrss!!" She managed to spurt out between gulps, her
mouth half filled with dark yellow fluid, and rising rapidly- she
had to take a large gulp that was a little to big and made her
gag- but she still didn't spill any- she wouldn't dare disappoint
her Mistress like that! She was revolted by the taste of her
Mistress' piss, but she knew better thatn to tell the truth.
"Liar!" Ilsa cut off the flow.
"No, Mistress, No!!" Toilette pleaded cringing from the blow
she knew must be coming.
"Yes! How DARE you contradict me!? I saw you gag! Well,
we'll see how much you love your Mistress' piss- If you REALLY
loved it, you wouldn't miss a drop, would you?"
"No, Madame," Toilette didn't like where this was going...
With that, Ilsa shoved the little bitch's face back in her
twat and let go full force- the piss filled the startled little
girl's mouth, and though she pressed her face to the older
woman's cunt as ahrd as she could and desperately grabbed her
Mistress' ass trying to pull it even closer, she simply could not
swallow any faster. Hot yellow piss ran out of her mouth and
down her chin and neck, staining her small white breasts and made
its way down to her almost hairless blonde crotch-which was
aldready dripping with perverse excitment.
About a good thirty second or so later, the stream trickled
to an end, Toilette could swear she must have drank a gallon of her
Mistress' piss- where the fuck had it all come from? She must
really have prepared for this one, she thought. There was a
distinct hint of alcohol in the unusually stong-smelling piss.
She could feel her body was drenched in it and there was a small
pool formed about her knees which were hurting from kneeling so
much. In an attempt to appease her Mistress and make up for the
spillage, she licked the cunt before her clean of the nasty piss
and then proceeded to eat her out the way she knew she liked it
best. Ilsa moaned with pleasure but then suddenly pulled away.
"Bitch!!! You don't DESERVE to lick my cunt! Look at that
mess!" Toilette bent down and licked and sucked up the small pool
of piss from the dirty floor which had an odd metallic taste.
She thought that this was what her Mistress wanted of her, but
Ilsa had a much more severe punishment planned for her little
"Look at you, you're nothing but a little piece of shit!"
Gasping from the strain of sucking up the piss, Toilette
responded,"Yes, Mistress," she knew always to agree with her
Mistress whenever she was supposed to speak- this usually eased
the punishment. But Ilsa was being unusally nasty today.
"Say it! Tell me how much of a piece of shit you are,
"Yes, Mistress! I am zee worst piece off sheet!"
"How? What's the worst?"
"Zee beegeest, smellieest, steeckieest piece of sheet!"
Toilette was overemphasizing the phrase, like a little girl
describing her favorite thing in the world. She knew well that
her Mistress demands enthusiasm, or else!
"And how do you taste?"
"W- What?" This one caught Toilette completely by surpise.
"HOW DO YOU TASTE, YOU FILTHY PIECE OF SHIT!?"
"I....I don't know..." she had no idea how she was supposed
to answer her. A great apprehension began to build up inside
her- an uncertainty of what her Mistress would do next that both
frightened and thrilled her.
"Well, then, time to find out, after all, you ARE what you
eat!" She pushed Toilette back so that her buttocks rested on her
heels and then squated over her face, her throbbing anus poised
directly over Toilette's mouth.
"Mistress, please-NO!" she began to plead, tears streaming
down her piss-stained face. She had NOT expected these sessions
to go this far.
"What?!" Ilsa yelled and spun around, quickly slapped her
twice briskly across the face,"Who is in charge?!"
"Y-you are, I'm sorry..." The stinging pain of the blows
reminded her what her Mistress was capable of.
"I TOLD you that if you spilled ANY of my piss, you would
have to eat my shit, too! Or had you forgotten, my little slut?"
Toilette hadn't forgotten, but she had thought it was an empty
threat. She'll know better than to make that mistake next time.
"Now," she continued as she placed her asshole directly on
Toilette's lips which were quivering with fear,"Show me how much
you want my shit, spread my cheeks and lick my ass." Toilette
proceeded to do so, overcoming the vaguely offensive smell that
she knew would be increased a hundred fold soon. And when Ilsa
moaned in pleasure, she redoubled her efforts in spite of
herself- nothing turned her on more than pleasing her Mistress.
"Oooo...good, now shove that naughty little french tongue of
yours in there- tongue-fuck my ass! Suck it, talk to it, make
LOVE to my fuckin' ass!"
"Oh, yes, I love your ass" Lick "I LOVE it!"-Lick-Suck-Kiss-
"Now- tell me how much you want me to shit in your mouth,
you dirty little bitch!"
"Yes, please! Shit in my mouth- PLEASE!" Toilette knew she'd
better play along- but some small perverse part of her really DID
want her Mistress' shit!
"No." This shocked the hell out of her, and now that it was
being denied it, she wanted it even more- that small part of her
took over and all sense was lost to perverse lust-
"PLEASE! I want it!"
"No, whore, you don't deserve it." She began to walk away."
"PLEASE! MISTRESS! NO! I REALLY want it!" she scrambled
over to her Mistress' feet and grabbed her ass and licked, sucked
and kissed it voraciously-"PLEASE, GOD, OH PLEASE!" she sighed
with lust-filled breath.
"Good." Ilsa violently grabbed the little french girl's
forehead and sat down on her face and let loose a long wet fart
that splattered on Toilette's face who hungrily licked her beloved
Mistress' ass and devoured the first bits of Ilsa's load. The
vile smell she once despised was now the biggest turn-on in the
World! Then Ilsa let loose the first sticky, wet smelly soft
shit right in Toilette's mouth. Toilette was surprised at first and
her first instinct was to pull away but Ilsa's firm grip on her
head made this impossible. She tasted the shit with her tongue,
but before she could decide whether or not she could stomache it,
the brown slimy thing was forcing its way deeper into her mouth!
To avaoid choking, she began chewing it, spreading its taste
around her mouth. She had to swallow in spite of her natural
urges to barf which she managed to supress for the moment. The
excess shit gathered about her lips and on her chin. She tried
to shove it back in her mouth with her fingers, but some of it
still dropped onto the floor. Once she finished the first piece,
she began licking her Mistress' ass clean, but when she stuck her
shit-and-piss-stained tongue up her ass, she tasted the tip of
ANOTHER piece! This one came out much faster, it was softer and
tasted even more stongly like foul dogshit! This one was bigger
and she had to swallow without chewing in order not to spill much
of it. She squished into smaller pieces with her tongue and
gulped down piece after piece of the raunchy shit. After that
piece, she felt Ilsa's asshole dialate and a HUGE solid shit with
yellowish-green streaks and peanut-looking things in it began to
emerge! It smelled worse than a stablefull of horseshit and must
have been two inches wide and a foot long! Toilette
chewed and chewed and swalloed as much as fast as she could- she
gagged on a particularly large piece of it and half-barfed,
filling her mouth with regurgitated shit, hald decomposed by her
own acidic fluids! Ilsa seemed ignorant of Toilette's plight and
the shit kept on coming, forcing some of the barf out of Toilette's
bulging mouth and onto the floor. Toilette had no chopice but to
force herself to swallow her own vomit and continue eating the
rest of the shit which was getting wider now that she was
apporaching the middle of it. The last six inches of it seemed
to last forever and she thought she'd suffocate if this didn't
end soon- some of the shit-barf had made it up into her nose and
clogged it up. Ilsa's anus finally contracted on the end of the
shit and Toilette munched and gulped until she had the whole thing
in her mouth. Before she even started to chew the tremendous
mouthful of shit, she opened her mouth and gasped a deep breath
air, but all she got was foul-smelling fart, and just as she was
about to finish her intake, a large stream of diarrhea exploded
out of Ilsa's ass and right into her mouth! Toilette was shocked
and glued her mouth to her Mistress' asshole in an attempt to
drink it all down as she finished off the remnants of that last
collossal shit. The diarrhea went down much easier even though
it was inundated with shit-chunks. However, it was flowing so
stongly that she couldn't stop it from spilling over, no matter
how tightly she sealed her lips to her Mistress' anus. It ran
down her chin even as she swallowed vigorously for all she was
worth! The diarrhea was amazingly foul and tasted of piss and
sperm- undoubtedly her mistress had been fucked up the ass and
given direct piss enemas to prepare for this little session. All
this preparation made Toilette feel extremely special and she
swallowed the disgusting anal treat with renewed appreciation.
About this time, she was feeling very full and was farting
uncontollably. To her surprise, she herself let a long, soft
shit out and it dropped right between her feet just as a hot
stream of piss broke from her clit and splattered all over
herself and the floor. The relief was heaven and she swallowed
down the viscous diarrhea voraciously. Unfortunately, and to her
disappointment, the flood of diarrhea finally ended with a few
long, wet farts and there was no more to come. There was still
some of that last chunk in her mouth and quite a bit of diarrhea
when Ilsa suddenly pulled away before Toilette could finish what
was in her mouth and properly lick her Mistress' asshole clean-
mIlsa quickly spun around and grabbed Toilette by the hair with one
hand and pulled her head all the way back into a position that
made it impossible to swallow- she looked crazed with horniness.
Toilette moved to clean off her mouth and chin, but before she
could, Ilsa stopped her verbally.
"No! Don't touch it!" She looked at the mess on the floor
and suctioned up a large amount of hers and Toilette's piss with a
turkey baster she usually used for enemas. "You've got to clean
up after yourself, little piggy!" Ilsa squirted the piss into
Toilette's mouth and she found that she could swallow the piss in
small amounts, even in this position. She did so as Ilsa sucked
up the more of the piss and squirted it into her mouth. Finally,
all the piss had been sucked up and Toilette still had about half a
mouthful left to go when Ilsa feverently commanded her: "Don't
Swallow! Don't Swallow!"- Ilsa then picked up heaping handful
after handful of the shit debris and shoved it in Toilette's mouth,
including Toilette's own shit! Once she had shoved it all in, she
smeared the extra all over Toilette's face, hair, neck and tits.
She then looked at the filthy little frech girl, enjoying her
humiliation. Then she slipped her hand between the girl's narrow
white thighs and found the dripping wet cunt- Toilette moaned
through the mouthful of shit and piss and gyrated in response.
"Look at you, you filthy little whore, this turns you on,
doesn't it?!" She yelled suddenly fingerfucking her, Toilette
groaned and nodded, closing her eyes in ecstacy-a bit of shit
escaped her parted lips as she slid on her mistress' furiously
working fingers. "Fuckin' whore, take this!!" Said Ilsa as she
whipped out her double-dildo and fucked Toilette's dripping cunt
and shitty asshole simultaneously. "Don't swallow!!" she ordered
again as she fucked the little bitch who was pushing herself on
the dildo harder and faster. Overcome with lust, Ilsa shoved her
mouth down on the disgusting shit-covered lips of her favorite
slave as she continued double-dildo fucking her and fingered her
own cunt and ass. She parted the little slut's lips with her
tongue and forced her way inside, deep kissing the little whore-
feasting on the soft disgustingly foul yet exciting combination
of shit, diarrhea and piss. She devoured the shit from Toilette's
mouth sloppily, the taste of her own shit mingled with her
sexslave's turning her on more than the ever fantasized was
possible. As the girl began to moan, Ilsa frigged herself
faster, harder and deeper, eating the both of them eating the
shit with lustful hunger. Their tongues touched through the mass
of shit and the two came together, shit filling their starving
mouths, entwined in their lustful tongues, and smothering their
beautiful flushed faces. They collapsed to the ground and Ilsa
turned to her slave and caressed her shit-covered face and hair
lovingly. She laid there upon her exhausted slave and chuckled
remembering that it was SHE who had forgotten to TELL her slave
to clean the bathroom.
"Now, my dearest little shit, how do you taste?"
"Delicious, My Mistress, Delicious," Toilette replied
"Very good, bitch, and next time?" she grabbed her by the
hair and pulled her face close to her own,"I won't be so easy on
NOTE: I am not the author.
After a long day of work and finally arriving home I walk in to see my little princess sitting on the couch in nothing but her pink see through teddy, pink thigh high fish nets and nothing else. She smiles as I walk in the door and says “How was work Daddy? I thought I would surprise you with a cute little outfit”. I smile and respond “Daddy real