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 toilet. It had become somewhat of an fixation for her to plastic film former women using the public beach readiness over the by 3 month.
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 jazz the tall, lightly tanned, blond girl who was to be her new roommate for the next 6 month. Sara couldn't help but compare herself to Victoria, where Victoria was tall Sara was norm, where she was tanned, Sara was sick white and more in all likelihood to burn off than tan, and Victoria with her long blond hair gave off an inviting party vibration while Sara was generally tranquillity her brunet hair never standing out in a crowed. She had never really liked clubs preferring to stay home and watch picture or play games, and she had always hated guys hitting on her. She wasn't a Lesbian but certainly bi intimate and the idea of random bozo at bars and nightspot was just a round off for Sara. Despite all this she did consume a good clip out but after fun few hours in the topical anaesthetic club and knowing she had piece of work the side by side day Sara went home early leaving her new friend out to party. Victoria had opted to stay so she might get the chance to gather some of the local beach boys.

A little after 2am she woke to the flash sounds of soul knocking over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her farsighted shirt which was more like a garb Sara opened her door just a crack mistrustful of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Queen Victoria squatting with her wooden leg open spacious over the sink, she had taken off her skirt but her bright pink scanty could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria's tanned skin. Before Sara could say a word a small dark patch began forming on capital of Seychelles's panties. The dismal patch began to get until a heavy dribble was falling from the cloth into the swallow hole. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the door she had opened. Her heart began racing and she found her manus lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The idea of seeing her new admirer in such a vulnerable attitude had suddenly appeared as a thrilling and arousing as anything she had ever seen on the internet. Peering through the slightly opened doorway she watched as the dribbles became a becalm watercourse, splattering and falling into the sink with a few drops hitting the Bench around it.

Sara's bridge player began rubbing harder and faster as she began to conceive of what it would be like to be under the stream. The thought of being so submissive and so deprived that she would ingest to drink someone else's water, becoming so inviolable that she was having trouble keeping placid as she softly whimpered as her mitt began to really work her mound with experience that only came from geezerhood of masturbating at home over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the threshold of climaxing, her hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to block herself from being too loud. capital of Seychelles abruptly stopped. Her vesica now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking a great deal care to nullify dripping onto the terrace or floor, she stumbled towards her room turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hall. With a silence sigh of letdown Sara moved to build sure that she would not be seen through the crack in her doorway. As capital of Seychelles stumbled preceding Sara's room she began to uncase throwing her already removed dame into the washing hamper in the lobby. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her soaking pink scanty. Slowly and quietly peeking through her door Sara saw her now naked roomie shamble into her room and close the doorway with a loud belt.

Frustrated out of her intellect by the lack of waiver, and emboldened by her curiosity or maybe the fact she had found her new fantasy of drinking Victoria's piss so arousing. Sara slowly opened her door and quietly creep towards the laundry hamper, in the shadow it was knockout to recite which apparel were what, but after a few seconds of shuffling clothes around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her room Sara closed her door and sat on her bed with the wet panties. Taking a deep breath of the fume coming from the panties she began masturbating with her other deal. The smell coming from them was intoxicating, filling her nous and letting her script run its will on her cunt. She began picking up the yard working herself up to a climax while sniffing the smell of her new Quaker urine from the soaking pantie. Stealing herself for a import to live up to her curiosity she placed the privates of the panties in her mouth and sucked. The taste was somewhat sour, and musky and a little bit familiar. But despite the unpleasantness of the perceptiveness, she needed more. The raininess only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to suck the golden liquid from her friend's pussy. Picking up the gait she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin as she struggled to keep back the sickly-sweet liquidness without the use of her hands, which were both working furiously on her cunt at this distributor point. Her soundbox convulsed in a short spasm as she reached the peak of her climax. Taking the panties in her deal and showing a bit more dare that she had not thought herself capable of. Sara began to rub the wet material on her puss. The new sensation bringing new waves of joy to her consistence as to convulsed into an even stronger coming. She continued this for minute working herself up to ever increasing pleasure while fantasizing about being submissive to other women in mode that she had never before thought about.

Chapter 2
The side by side daybreak, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her one-half bare phase and illuminating the pink object of go Night's fun still clutched in her hired man. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 minutes to be at employment. Shoving the now dry pinko scanty under her pillow she got polished and dashed out the doorway to work.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The bare sentiment of what she had done sent shivers of inflammation through her physical structure. Looking down between her wooden leg she noticed a damp patch growing on her jean as she re-lived the night through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the spot between her legs she bit her lip. Stifling a light whine she rubbed knockout and faster building her sexual climax, just as she could feel herself on the brink of ecstasy she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the bureau was a good way to suffer her job. Shocked with how much she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cubical door were closed she began working herself up again taking her jeans off and pulling her slightly soaked panties down to gain better accession. The dirty walls and floor of the bathroom only adding to her inflammation. As she began rubbing harder. The audio of the other cubicles being employ fueling her imagination as the sound of piddle dribbling into the toilets filled her idea. The sensations between her stage and her growing fancy building so a great deal her stage began to quiver and her body milkshake as she lost control of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her hand as she shook with pleasure. Taking her wet manus Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the toilette.

And so, her days continued in this fashion exploring her new hoodoo with ardour she spent her dark with her roommates stolen pantie and her Day masturbating in the madam lavatory. Even becoming so bold as to hook in her coffee berry cup from her desk to fulfil it up with her own confection tasting urine in her bathroom breaks. Her co-workers never suspected what she was doing, and although Victoria Falls had once commented on the disappearance of her panties, she concluded she had been too drunk to call back what happened to them, for all she knew she might of have them at some boy to play a joke or to get care.

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 individual's toilet. The idea of the humiliation alone often adequate to send her to the bathroom to work out her throbbing puss. It was through this fruition that she had come up with the idea of hiding a tv camera in the local anaesthetic beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out early on the Sat morning to set up her devious pursuit, filming until Sunday evening just before the toilet closed. In the true it was not difficult to hide a television camera in this can the behind in inquiry was just a furbished hole leading into a pit that collected the permissive waste and was emptied every Mon by the local urban center council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful endeavor as over the past few months she had recorded thousands of adult female using the quickness 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 excuse of a morning jog. Made her way to the restroom to fix her camera in the lavatory as she had many other times. Briefly indulging herself for a moment before getting to work on the photographic camera, she knelt in social movement of the toilet. Taking deep breaths of the putrid olfactory perception she had come to link up with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her mind run over her usual fantasies of debasement and chagrin. 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 tail lip of the seat. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unbarred door quietly as she masturbated. A pawl and a sharp pain in the back of Sara's brain soon followed. shadow encased her as she lost cognisance, the concluding thing she saw a red-haired woman standing over her.

Struggling to move Sara slowly regained her awareness. Her workforce were tied behind her back, with a humble chemical chain linking them to her now bound mortise joint, her mouth take hold open air with a large ring gag that made her jaw ache, her brown hair painfully in a tight ponytail, and her clothe in a neat cumulation in front line of her. As the dizziness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cubelike floor. terror seized her as she gathered her bearings, panic of Brassica napus and abuse flashed inside her mind and a sleek wetness began to form between her pegleg as she felt her inner desires for these things leaping forward in her creative thinker.

Looking up beyond her dress 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 pocketbook capacity, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one filming women using the bathroom. I noticed your camera a few weeks ago and I've been watching the comings and goings of this bathroom ever since. You are the lone one who has come before the television camera is installed and after the you have been camera the television camera is gone. Now that I've caught you I'm going to realize 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 small-scale bare b-cup breasts jiggling slightly from the impact of the coke."It would be wise not to cause tending to yourself right now."Said the Red haired girl,"here is how its going to work. You are my property now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will expose you as the sick screwing you are, interpret ?"Sara could only nod accord, knowing full moon well that if this was to do out she would be put in prison and her life would be over as far as her friends and crime syndicate were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't assistant but finger slightly turned on at the outlook of being owned by someone to be at their administration and whim."My epithet is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding tint that brokered no disagreement from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her back pack Evelyn pulled out a rather large 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 swath around Sara's thigh to make sure it didn't gloaming out."Since you seem to enjoy watching char relieve themselves I thought a perverted slave like you might enjoy a weekend cleaning up after them."Said Evelyn as she picked up Sara's wearing apparel and dropped them unceremoniously into the golf hole. As the clothes disappeared into the black sink below with a diffused thud, Sara felt all hope of escape failing as she slowly came to realize the gravity of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for help the embarrassment alone would pop her, not to bring up the possible commission the constabulary would set ashore on her, she would certainly lose her job, and she even wondered what her roomie would do if she knew what a deviant she was Queen Victoria would not be happy.

"So I'm going to unblock your gag and lower you into the pit under the commode, my slave. Of path your bridge player, and legs will still be bound. But I expect this hole to be clean on Monday when the council comes to empty it. Who knows what will happen if it is not, I suppose there's always a opportunity you might swim in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleaning. After all this week is set to be the interfering of the summer with all the college students on break, I'm sure you will have your work cut out for you. And if you think for one second gear that yelling for help down there will save you, you would be wrong. If you think I'm tempestuous at you imagine how pissed off all the former women 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 diffuse groan from Sara. It was set strong enough to induce torment to the poor girl but not strong enough to actually offer any sack. Removing the gag however brought forward some rip and flabby pleas of clemency from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't go along unruffled I'm trusted I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will help oneself you delay comfortable."Evelyn chided to her captive. Sara stifled her tears and began to vacate herself to her situation. The lowest affair Evelyn removed was the chain between Sara's manpower and ankles, this allowed Sara to load out a minuscule but still kept her firmly boundary in cuffs with her hands behind her back and her legs cuffed together at her feet.

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 sharpness with her legs in the hollow. With one utmost look at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the yap, falling a short space into the worthless inside of the pit, without her deal to capture her tumble she fell into the already diminished puddle of brown and golden liquid state that had formed the bottom on the pit."haha looks 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 film her slave. Without the use of a torch it would be near impossible to see Sara even with her pale white skin, her John Brown hair seemed to merge into the background even with the light. But after adjusting her eyes to the swarthiness of the hole she peered in to see her slave turning herself upright, covered in the fetid muck that had covered the endocarp floor. Satisfied that her slave would not be discovered if she did not alarm those using the toilet Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could help clean her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her captor, her eyes glistening with tears as she wondered what her life had come to. The malodorousness of the pit seeping into her very being as blackness ensued the pit from above as Evelyn sat down. A few pearl began to fall down onto Sara. With no way to hightail it the downpour and want to be free of the ooze that now covered her front body from her human knee to her neck Sara leaned towards the exhibitioner that fell from the minuscule crack of light from between the Melanerpes erythrocephalus legs. Urine began to spray heavily from Evelyn's cunt dripping from her red pubes onto her slave below. Sara began to use the downpour to wash off herself off and despite the fear and concern at how quickly she had lost her life-time to this womanhood she was slowly becoming aroused by her situation she even began to drink some of it. The taste of it was substantial and mouldy almost like Victoria Falls's which Sara had grown to love. Despite the humiliation she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her aliveness, her current situation was all she had ever dreamed of and more than and all she had to do was submit to it. She spluttered spilling the precious liquid state as she tried to swallow, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not strong enough to induce and release she had indeed felt some from the idea of submitting to this malign woman. Suddenly the stream stopped and despite herself Sara felt a fiddling disappointed, the vibrator an unendurable admonisher of how fire she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Sunday eve, be safe 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 muckle of the first cars pulling up to the car park. Surfboards and teenager leaving the cars. A blond girl in her 20 's came running from one of the cars and asked her which way the woman's toilet was. Evelyn replied pointing to the small hut that held her captive. The daughter ran off towards the lav obviously busting from a recollective misstep from her campus to the beach.

With a implike smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's notecase in her backpack and using the pervert own camera to film the coming weekend left a shudder in her crotch that left her almost wishing her smutty slave was with her then to satisfy her needs. It was going to be a recollective weakened for her new slave and she had a lot of work to do to make surely that no one questioned her missing