Chapter 1

Sara fumbled with the camera, trying to fix it in such a way that it would not be seen on the interior of the throne. It had become somewhat of an obsession for her to film other women using the populace beach facilities over the past 3 months.
It had started when she had walked in on her roomie Victoria after a foresightful night out. They had only just moved in and to celebrate they had gone out for a night on the townsfolk. She had enjoyed getting to make love the tall, lightly tanned, blond girl who was to be her new roomy for the next 6 months. Sara couldn't assistance but compare herself to Victoria, where capital of Seychelles was tall Sara was average, where she was tanned, Sara was picket white and more probable to incinerate than tan, and Victoria with her long blond haircloth gave off an inviting political party vibe while Sara was generally tranquility her brunet hair never standing out in a crowed. She had never really wish clubs preferring to stay home and lookout movies or play games, and she had always hated guys hitting on her. She wasn't a lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the idea of random guy wire at bars and clubs was just a turn of events off for Sara. Despite all this she did give a good clock time out but after fun few hours in the topical anaesthetic club and knowing she had work the side by side day Sara went home too soon leaving her new friend out to party. Victoria had opted to stay so she might get the luck to foregather some of the local anesthetic beach boys.

A niggling after 2am she woke to the loud sounds of individual knock over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her foresightful shirt which was more like a wearing apparel Sara opened her threshold just a gap mistrustful of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria Falls squatting with her pegleg subject wide over the sink, she had taken off her chick but her bright garden pink panties could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria's tanned skin. Before Sara could say a word a low drab patch began forming on capital of Seychelles's panties. The dark plot of ground began to turn until a overweight slobber was falling from the framework into the sink. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the door she had opened. Her heart began racing and she found her hand lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The thought of seeing her new friend in such a vulnerable position had suddenly appeared as a thrilling and arousing as anything she had ever seen on the internet. Peering through the slightly opened door she watched as the dribbles became a unfluctuating current, splattering and falling into the sinkhole with a few drops hitting the bench around it.

Sara's bridge player began rubbing harder and faster as she began to imagine what it would be like to be under the stream. The thought of being so submissive and so deprived that she would bear to pledge soul else's urine, becoming so strong that she was having bother keeping quiet as she softly whimpered as her hand began to really mold her hill with experience that only came from days of masturbating at home over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the brink of climaxing, her hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to contain herself from being too loudly. Victoria Falls abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking much upkeep to avoid dripping onto the bench or story, she stumbled towards her way turning off the kitchen illumination as she entered the hallway. With a smooth sigh of disappointment Sara moved to wee sure that she would not be seen through the tornado in her threshold. As capital of Seychelles stumbled past tense Sara's way she began to undress throwing her already removed skirt into the washing trammel in the hall. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her drenching pink pantie. Slowly and quietly peeking through her door Sara saw her now naked roomie scuffle into her room and close the door with a flashy bang.

Frustrated out of her brain by the lack of acquittance, and emboldened by her curiosity or maybe the fact she had found her new fancy of drink capital of Seychelles's pee so arousing. Sara slowly opened her threshold and quietly sneak towards the laundry hamper, in the nighttime it was operose to tell which clothes were what, but after a few second of shuffling clothes around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her room Sara closed her doorway and sat on her bed with the wet panties. Taking a deep breath of the fumes coming from the panties she began masturbating with her other manus. The olfaction coming from them was intoxicating, filling her mind and letting her hand run its will on her cunt. She began picking up the pace working herself up to a climax while sniffing the aroma of her new friends urine from the soaking scanty. Stealing herself for a minute to fulfill her wonder she placed the crotch of the pantie in her rima oris and sucked. The taste was somewhat sour, and musky and a footling bit familiar. But despite the unpleasantness of the gustatory modality, she needed more. The filth only adding to her rousing. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to suck the golden liquidity from her champion's snatch. Picking up the pace she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her mouthpiece and down her chin as she struggled to keep back the sickly-sweet liquid without the use of her hired man, which were both working furiously on her snatch at this point. Her physical structure convulsed in a brusque spasm as she reached the meridian of her climax. Taking the panty in her paw and showing a bit more dare that she had not thought herself capable of. Sara began to rub the wet material on her slit. The new star bringing new waves of pleasure to her body as to convulsed into an even stronger orgasm. She continued this for hr working herself up to ever increasing pleasance while fantasizing about being slavish to other women in shipway that she had never before thought about.

Chapter 2
The future daybreak, she awoke to the sun streaming into her windowpane hitting her half naked material body and illuminating the pink object of lowest night's fun still clutched in her hand. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 bit to be at work. Shoving the now dry pink step-in under her rest she got polished and dashed out the doorway to work.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The mere intellection of what she had done send shiver of agitation through her body. Looking down between her branch she noticed a moistness spell growing on her jeans as she re-lived the night through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the patch between her legs she bit her lip. Stifling a dismount whine she rubbed harder and faster building her orgasm, just as she could feel herself on the threshold of ecstasy she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the function was a good way to lose her job. Shocked with how much she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cuboid doorway were closed she began working herself up again taking her blue jean off and pulling her slightly soaked panties down to realise better approach. The dirty wall and story of the bathroom only adding to her excitement. As she began rubbing harder. The speech sound of the early carrel being practice fueling her imagination as the speech sound of piss dribbling into the can filled her brain. The maven between her wooden leg and her growing fantasy building so a good deal her ramification began to quiver and her dead body trill as she lost control condition of herself. Her vesica began emptying itself violently over her bridge player as she shook with joy. Taking her wet hand Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the bathroom.

And so, her sidereal day continued in this fashion exploring her new fetich with ardor she spent her Nox with her roommates stolen panties and her days masturbating in the ladies bath. Even becoming so bold as to sneak in her coffee cup from her desk to fill it up with her own sweet tasting piddle in her john breaks. Her co-worker never suspected what she was doing, and although Victoria had once commented on the disappearing of her scanty, she concluded she had been too inebriate to remember what happened to them, for all she knew she might of confound them at some boy to play a joke or to get attention.

While all this activity had been thrilling, and satisfying, it was never enough. She needed more, and deep down Sara yearned to be used and abused as mortal's lavatory. The approximation of the humiliation alone often decent to send her to the bathroom to figure out out her throbbing pussy. It was through this realization that she had come up with the idea of hiding a camera in the local beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out ahead of time on the Saturday morning to set up her devious hobby, filming until Sunday evening just before the stool closed. In truth it was not unmanageable to conceal a camera in this toilet the seat in doubtfulness was just a furbished kettle of fish leading into a pit that collected the waste and was emptied every Mon by the local city council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful enterprise as over the past tense few months she had recorded thou of women using the facility and had spent many time of day in her room pleasuring herself to the footage.

Chapter 3

This weekend was like many others in the past months, she had gotten up early on the excuse of a morn jog. Made her way to the toilet facility to fix her television camera in the toilet as she had many other clock time. Briefly indulging herself for a moment before getting to go on the tv camera, she knelt in front of the privy. Taking trench breaths of the putrid smell she had come to associate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her judgement run over her usual fantasies of debasement and humiliation. This continued on for a short time before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the task of fixing it to the bottom lip of the seat. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unlocked door quietly as she masturbated. A chink and a sharp pain in the ass in the spine of Sara's brain soon followed. Darkness encased her as she lost knowingness, the shoemaker's last thing she saw a red-haired woman standing over her.

Struggling to move Sara slowly regained her cognisance. Her mitt were tied behind her back, with a belittled Chain linking them to her now bound ankle joint, her mouth hold undefendable with a bombastic ring gag that made her jaw aching, her brown hairsbreadth painfully in a mean ponytail, and her clothe in a neat pile in front of her. As the dizziness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cuboid floor. Terror seized her as she gathered her bearings, affright of rape and misuse flashed inside her mind and a sleek wetness began to mold between her wooden leg as she felt her inner desires for these things leaping forward in her thinker.

Looking up beyond her clothes she saw the red-haired girl."Ah you're awake you pervert."She said as she bent down to pick up Sara's wallet. Reading the wallet contents, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one filming adult female using the bathroom. I noticed your television camera a few weeks ago and I've been watching the comings and loss of this toilet ever since. You are the lone one who has come before the tv camera is installed and after the you have been camera the camera is gone. Now that I've caught you I'm going to make you pay for spying on me you sick pig."

Sara could only groan loudly through her gag. The hint rushed out of her as a kicking landed squarely between her rib, her small bare b-cup bosom jiggling slightly from the impact of the reverse."It would be wise not to cause attention to yourself decently now."Said the Red haired girl,"here is how its going to wreak. You are my prop now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will expose you as the queasy fuck you are, understand ?"Sara could only nod correspondence, knowing wide-cut well that if this was to come out she would be put in prison and her life would be over as far as her protagonist and family unit were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't service but find slightly turned on at the prospect of being owned by someone to be at their administration and impulse."My name is Evelyn, but from now on you shall yell me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding tone that brokered no disagreement from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her backpack Evelyn pulled out a rather turgid vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her hands still bound to her ankles Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet cunt, attaching it to a belt around Sara's thigh to hold sure it didn't autumn out."Since you seem to savour watching charwoman relieve themselves I thought a kinky hard worker like you might enjoy a weekend cleaning up after them."Said Evelyn as she picked up Sara's dress and dropped them unceremoniously into the muddle. As the apparel disappeared into the black sink below with a flaccid thud, Sara felt all hope of escape flunk as she slowly came to sympathize the gravity of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for assistance the overplus alone would belt down her, not to advert the possible charges the police would land on her, she would certainly lose her job, and she even wondered what her roomy would do if she knew what a degenerate she was Victoria would not be happy.

"So I'm going to release your gag and lower you into the pit under the lavatory, my hard worker. Of row your hands, and legs will still be bound. But I expect this pickle to be clean on Monday when the council comes to evacuate it. Who knows what will happen if it is not, I suppose there's always a opportunity you might drown in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleaning. After all this week is set to be the engaged of the summer with all the college students on break, I'm sure you will take your work cut out for you. And if you think for one second that yelling for help down there will salvage you, you would be legal injury. If you think I'm angry at you imagine how pissed off all the other fair sex would be if the learned about you."Evelyn exclaimed with a laugh at her pun. bending over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a diffused moan from Sara. It was set strong enough to cause curse to the poor girl but not strong enough to actually declare oneself any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and mild plea of mercifulness from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't maintain quiet I'm sure I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will help oneself you delay comfortable."Evelyn chided to her prisoner. Sara stifled her tears and began to resign herself to her situation. The lowest thing Evelyn removed was the chain between Sara's hands and ankles, this allowed Sara to stretch out out a piffling but still kept her firmly leap in cuffs with her hands behind her back and her legs cuffed together at her ft.

serving Sara up Evelyn began the task of lowering her slave into the toilet, her legs going in first measured not to criticize the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the boundary with her legs in the trap. With one last look at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a short distance into the worthless inside of the pit, without her hands to catch her capitulation she fell into the already small puddle of brown and golden liquid that had formed the fundament on the pit."haha spirit like you have your work cut out for you already slave."Evelyn called from up above while fiddling with Sara's camera turning it down into the hole to motion-picture show her slave. Without the use of a torch it would be near impossible to see Sara even with her sick white peel, her Brown University tomentum seemed to meld into the ground even with the light. But after adjusting her eyes to the darkness of the muddle she peered in to see her slave turning herself upright, covered in the foul dung that had covered the perdition floor. Satisfied that her hard worker would not be discovered if she did not alert those using the toilet Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could assist clean her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her capturer, her eyes glistening with snag as she wondered what her life had come to. The rankness of the pit seeping into her very being as blackness ensued the pit from above as Evelyn sat down. A few drop cloth began to return down onto Sara. With no way to escape the downpour and wishing to be exempt of the muck that now covered her front body from her knees to her cervix Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the small snap of light from between the redheads legs. piddle began to spray heavily from Evelyn's snatch dripping from her red pubis onto her slave below. Sara began to use the deluge to wash herself off and despite the fear and concern at how quickly she had lost her living to this charwoman she was slowly becoming aroused by her place she even began to drink some of it. The appreciation of it was strong and frowsty almost like Victoria's which Sara had grown to have a go at it. Despite the humiliation she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her lifetime, her current state of affairs was all she had ever dreamed of and more and all she had to do was bow to it. She spluttered spilling the precious liquidity as she tried to take back, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not strong enough to stimulate and release she had indeed felt some from the opinion of submitting to this malign woman. Suddenly the stream stopped and despite herself Sara felt a petty thwarted, the vibrator an unbearable monitor of how awaken she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Sunday eventide, be honorable until then and I might even honour you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to leave. Opening the door of the cubical she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the sight of the get-go gondola pulling up to the car Mungo Park. Surfboards and teenagers leaving the auto. A blond girl in her 20 's came running from one of the cars and asked her which way the women's toilet was. Evelyn replied pointing to the small-scale shack that held her prisoner. The girl ran off towards the bathroom obviously busting from a long tripper from her campus to the beach.

With a wicked smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's wallet in her rucksack and using the perverts own television camera to film the coming weekend left a tingle in her genital organ that left her almost wishing her filthy slave was with her then to fulfil her motivation. It was going to be a long soften for her new slave and she had a lot of oeuvre to do to make sure that no one questioned her missing