Chapter 1

Sara fumbled with the camera, trying to fix it in such a way that it would not be seen on the inside of the toilet. It had become somewhat of an compulsion for her to film other woman using the public beach readiness over the past 3 months.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Victoria after a long nighttime out. They had only just moved in and to celebrate they had gone out for a night on the town. She had enjoyed getting to know the tall, lightly tanned, blond girl who was to be her new roommate for the side by side 6 month. Sara couldn't service but liken herself to Victoria, where Victoria Falls was tall Sara was average, where she was tanned, Sara was pale clean and more in all probability to burn than tan, and Victoria with her long blond whisker gave off an inviting party vibe while Sara was generally quiet her brunet hair never standing out in a crowed. She had never really liked clubs preferring to stay rest home and watch moving-picture show or work games, and she had always hated guys hitting on her. She wasn't a sapphic but certainly bi sexual and the idea of random guys at measure and clubs was just a go off for Sara. Despite all this she did have a effective time out but after fun few hours in the topical anaesthetic nightspot and knowing she had body of work the next day Sara went home ahead of time leaving her new friend out to party. Victoria had opted to stay so she might get the probability to meet some of the local beach boys.

A little after 2am she woke to the loud sounds of individual knocking over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her tenacious shirt which was more like a dress Sara opened her door just a crack funny of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria squatting with her legs open wide over the sump, she had taken off her skirt but her burnished pink step-in could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria's tanned skin. Before Sara could say a discussion a small-scale dark patch began forming on Victoria's panties. The dark speckle began to grow until a grave dribble was falling from the framework into the sink. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the threshold she had opened. Her spirit began racing and she found her hand lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The mentation of seeing her new ally in such a vulnerable spot had suddenly appeared as a thrilling and arousing as anything she had ever seen on the cyberspace. Peering through the slightly opened doorway she watched as the dribbles became a calm stream, splattering and falling into the sink with a few free fall hitting the workbench around it.

Sara's mitt 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 get to toast someone else's urine, becoming so strong that she was having trouble keeping quiet as she softly whimpered as her hand began to really work her mound with experience that only came from eld 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 blockade herself from being too brassy. Queen Victoria abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking much concern to forfend dripping onto the bench or floor, she stumbled towards her room turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hallway. With a muted sigh of disappointment Sara moved to bring in sure that she would not be seen through the crack in her door. As Victoria stumbled past Sara's room she began to undress throwing her already removed wench into the washing hamper in the hallway. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her soaking pink panties. Slowly and quietly peeking through her door Sara saw her now bare roommate shuffle into her room and close the doorway with a tatty bam.

Frustrated out of her mind by the lack of release, and emboldened by her oddment or maybe the fact she had found her new phantasy of drunkenness Victoria's urine so arousing. Sara slowly opened her threshold and quietly crept towards the laundry hamper, in the dark it was heavy to tell which apparel were what, but after a few second gear of shuffling clothes around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her room Sara closed her room access and sat on her bed with the wet step-in. Taking a thick breath of the exhaust coming from the panties she began masturbating with her other hand. The smell coming from them was intoxicating, filling her judgment and letting her hand run its will on her cunt. She began picking up the pace working herself up to a orgasm while sniffing the olfactory modality of her new friends urine from the soaking pantie. Stealing herself for a moment to satisfy her curiosity she placed the crotch of the scanty in her mouth and sucked. The taste sensation was somewhat sullen, and musky and a little bit familiar. But despite the unpleasantness of the appreciation, she needed more. The foulness only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to suck the golden liquidity from her acquaintance's twat. Picking up the step she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin as she struggled to retain the sickly-sweet liquid without the use of her hands, which were both working furiously on her cunt at this point. Her body convulsed in a brusque cramp as she reached the peak of her culmination. Taking the panties in her hand and showing a bit more dare that she had not thought herself adequate to of. Sara began to rub the wet framework on her slit. The new sensation bringing new Wave of pleasure to her consistence as to convulsed into an even solid orgasm. She continued this for hour working herself up to ever increasing joy while fantasizing about being subservient to other fair sex in ways that she had never before persuasion about.

Chapter 2
The succeeding morning, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her half naked form and illuminating the pink object of last night's fun still clutched in her hand. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 proceedings to be at piece of work. Shoving the now dry pink panties under her pillow she got curry and dashed out the door to work.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the Night before. The bare thought of what she had done broadcast shiver of exhilaration through her eubstance. Looking down between her legs she noticed a dampish patch growing on her jean as she re-lived the night through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the spot between her stage she bit her lip. Stifling a unclouded whimper she rubbed harder and faster building her climax, just as she could feel herself on the verge of ecstasy she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubiform in the office was a good way to miss her job. Shocked with how often she had lost control condition of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cubical doors were closed she began working herself up again taking her dungaree off and pulling her slightly soaked panties down to attain in force access. The dirty rampart and floor of the bathroom only adding to her fervour. As she began rubbing harder. The sounds of the early stall being used fueling her imaging as the sound of urine dribbling into the bathroom filled her creative thinker. The star between her pegleg and her growing phantasy building so much her branch began to flitter and her body shake as she lost control condition of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her hand as she shook with pleasance. Taking her wet script Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the toilet.

And so, her Clarence Day continued in this fashion exploring her new fetish with readiness she spent her dark with her roommates stolen panties and her Clarence Shepard Day Jr. masturbating in the ladies bathroom. Even becoming so bold as to sneak in her coffee cup from her desk to fill up it up with her own odoriferous tasting weewee in her lavatory breaks. Her co-workers never suspected what she was doing, and although Victoria had once commented on the fade of her pantie, she concluded she had been too drunk to remember what happened to them, for all she knew she might of drop them at some boy to play a antic 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 someone's lav. The idea of the humiliation alone often enough to place her to the lav to work out her throbbing pussy. It was through this fruition that she had come up with the theme of hiding a camera in the local beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out ahead of time on the Saturday cockcrow to set up her devious rocking horse, filming until Sunday evening just before the privy closed. In truth it was not unmanageable to shroud a tv camera in this john the arse in question was just a furbish fix leading into a pit that collected the waste and was emptied every Monday by the local city council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful endeavor as over the past few month she had recorded thousands of cleaning woman using the facility and had spent many hours in her room pleasuring herself to the footage.

Chapter 3

This weekend was like many others in the past month, she had gotten up early on the alibi of a morning jog. Made her way to the toilet facility to fix her camera in the gutter as she had many other times. Briefly indulging herself for a import before getting to work on the tv camera, she knelt in front of the stool. Taking late breaths of the putrid olfactory perception she had come to associate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her head run over her common fantasy of debasement and humiliation. This continued on for a inadequate time before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the project of fixing it to the tush lip of the seat. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unlock doorway quietly as she masturbated. A click and a discriminating pain in the rachis of Sara's forefront soon followed. Darkness encased her as she lost consciousness, the last thing she saw a red-haired cleaning woman standing over her.

Struggling to actuate Sara slowly regained her consciousness. Her hands were tied behind her back, with a minuscule chain linking them to her now bound ankle, her mouth held capable with a heavy ring gag that made her jaw ache, her embrown tomentum painfully in a tight ponytail, and her clothe in a neat muckle in front of her. As the vertigo receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cuboid floor. affright seized her as she gathered her bearings, little terror of assault and abuse flashed inside her judgement and a streamlined wetness began to shape between her legs 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 pocketbook. Reading the wallet contents, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one motion-picture photography women using the bathroom. I noticed your camera a few calendar week ago and I've been watching the orgasm and going of this lav ever since. You are the only one who has come before the tv camera is installed and after the you have been camera the tv 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 moan loudly through her gag. The wind rushed out of her as a kick landed squarely between her ribs, her belittled bare b-cup chest jiggling slightly from the encroachment of the gust."It would be wise not to induce attention to yourself right now."Said the Red haired girl,"here is how its going to operate. You are my property now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will expose you as the sick of fuck you are, read ?"Sara could only nod agreement, knowing full well that if this was to come out she would be put in prison house and her life would be over as far as her friends and folk were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't help but feel slightly turned on at the expectation of being owned by someone to be at their garbage disposal and whim."My epithet is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding tone that brokered no disagreement from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her back pack Evelyn pulled out a rather bombastic vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her hands still bound to her ankles Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet puss, attaching it to a belt around Sara's thigh to make indisputable it didn't fall out."Since you seem to savour watching women relieve themselves I thought a demoralize slave like you might enjoy a weekend cleaning up after them."Said Evelyn as she picked up Sara's clothes and dropped them unceremoniously into the pickle. As the clothes disappeared into the black cesspit below with a soft thumping, Sara felt all hope of escape flunk as she slowly came to understand the gravitational force of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for help the embarrassment alone would obliterate her, not to mention the possible kick the police would land on her, she would certainly lose her job, and she even wondered what her roomie would do if she knew what a pervert she was Victoria Falls would not be happy.

"So I'm going to unfreeze your gag and turn down you into the pit under the john, my slave. Of track your men, and leg will still be bound. But I expect this gob to be clean on Mon when the council comes to empty it. Who knows what will happen if it is not, I suppose there's always a prospect you might drown in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleaning. After all this workweek is set to be the officious of the summer with all the college educatee on break, I'm sure you will make your piece of work cut out for you. And if you think for one second that yelling for service down there will save you, you would be incorrect. 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 laughter at her pun. bending over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a mild moan from Sara. It was set strong enough to cause curse to the poor little girl but not strong enough to actually offer any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and indulgent supplication of mercy from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't keep quiet I'm certain I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will help you stay comfortable."Evelyn chided to her prisoner. Sara stifled her tears and began to resign herself to her post. The lowest thing Evelyn removed was the string between Sara's hands and ankles, this allowed Sara to stretch out a little but still kept her firmly bound in manacle with her hired man behind her back and her legs cuffed together at her human foot.

Helping Sara up Evelyn began the task of lowering her slave into the toilet, her legs going in first careful not to knock the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her pegleg in the cakehole. With one survive expression at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a poor distance into the slimy inside of the pit, without her hired man to grab her fall she fell into the already small pool of brown and golden liquid that had formed the tail on the pit."haha looking at like you have your work cut out for you already slave."Evelyn called from up above while fiddling with Sara's television camera turning it down into the gob to film her striver. Without the use of a torch it would be near unsufferable to see Sara even with her wan livid skin, her chocolate-brown haircloth seemed to meld into the screen background even with the light. But after adjusting her eyes to the duskiness of the jam she peered in to see her hard worker turning herself erect, covered in the foul muck that had covered the pits floor. Satisfied that her slave would not be discovered if she did not alert those using the lavatory Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could help houseclean her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her capturer, her eyes glistening with crying as she wondered what her life had come to. The raininess of the pit seeping into her very being as blackness ensued the pit from above as Evelyn sat down. A few free fall began to hang down onto Sara. With no way to scat the torrent and wishing to be spare of the muck that now covered her face organic structure from her knee to her neck opening Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the small crevice of brightness level from between the red-header legs. water began to spray heavily from Evelyn's slit dripping from her red pubes onto her slave below. Sara began to use the deluge to wash herself off and despite the reverence and concern at how quickly she had lost her aliveness to this fair sex she was slowly becoming aroused by her situation she even began to toast some of it. The taste of it was firm and musty almost like Victoria's which Sara had grown to sleep with. Despite the mortification she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her life, her current state of affairs was all she had ever dreamed of and more and all she had to do was submit to it. She spluttered spilling the precious liquidity as she tried to swallow, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not strong enough to cause and release she had indeed felt some from the sentiment of submitting to this evilness woman. Suddenly the current stopped and despite herself Sara felt a niggling disappointed, the vibrator an unbearable reminder of how aroused she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on William Ashley Sunday evening, be good until then and I might even reward you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to leave. Opening the doorway of the cubical she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the spate of the first cars pulling up to the car park. Surfboards and teen leaving the cable car. A blond girl in her 20 's came running from one of the automobile and asked her which way the womanhood's toilet was. Evelyn replied pointing to the small shack that held her captive. The young lady ran off towards the can obviously busting from a recollective trip from her campus to the beach.

With a disgusting smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's pocketbook in her backpack and using the perverts own photographic camera to cinema the coming weekend left a chill in her genitalia that left her almost wishing her filthy slave was with her then to fulfil her pauperism. It was going to be a long weakened for her new slave and she had a lot of work to do to give sure that no one questioned her missing