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 privy. It had become somewhat of an fixation for her to film other women using the world beach facilities over the past 3 months.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Victoria after a yearn Night 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 eff the tall, lightly tanned, blond female child who was to be her new roommate for the next 6 months. Sara couldn't help but compare herself to Victoria, where Victoria was marvelous Sara was average, where she was tanned, Sara was pale white and more probable to burn than tan, and Victoria Falls with her long blond hairsbreadth gave off an inviting party vibe while Sara was generally quiet her brunet hairsbreadth never standing out in a crowed. She had never really care clubs preferring to outride home and watch movies or play game, and she had always hated guys hitting on her. She wasn't a lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the musical theme of random guys at bar and clubs was just a turn off for Sara. Despite all this she did bear a serious time out but after fun few hours in the local club and knowing she had work the adjacent day Sara went home early on leaving her new friend out to political party. capital of Seychelles had opted to stay so she might get the prospect to meet some of the local anaesthetic beach boys.

A lilliputian after 2am she woke to the flash sounds of someone knock over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her long shirt which was more like a dress Sara opened her room access just a crack suspicious of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria squatting with her legs open all-embracing over the sink, she had taken off her skirt but her bright pink panties could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria's tanned skin. Before Sara could say a word a belittled dark patch began forming on Victoria's pantie. The dark patch began to mature until a heavy trickle was falling from the fabric into the sink. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the threshold she had opened. Her heart began racing and she found her mitt lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The thought of seeing her new admirer 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 drivel became a stabilize stream, splattering and falling into the sink with a few cliff hitting the work bench around it.

Sara's hand began rubbing harder and faster as she began to reckon what it would be like to be under the stream. The view of being so submissive and so deprived that she would take to drink someone else's piddle, becoming so warm that she was having trouble keeping quiet as she softly whimpered as her hand began to really work on her pitcher's mound with experience that only came from long time of masturbating at household over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the verge of climaxing, her hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to stop herself from being too loud. Victoria Falls abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking much care to avoid dripping onto the judiciary or storey, she stumbled towards her elbow room turning off the kitchen Christ Within as she entered the hallway. With a serenity sigh of disappointment Sara moved to make trusted that she would not be seen through the offer in her threshold. As Victoria stumbled past Sara's way she began to divest throwing her already removed skirt into the washing bond in the anteroom. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her soaking pink panties. Slowly and quietly peeking through her door Sara saw her now au naturel roommate shamble into her room and close the door with a loudly thrill.

Frustrated out of her mind by the lack of release, 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 crept towards the laundry bond, in the dark it was strong to tell which clothes were what, but after a few seconds of shuffling apparel around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her room Sara closed her door and sat on her bed with the wet step-in. Taking a deep breath of the fumes coming from the panty she began masturbating with her early mitt. The smell coming from them was intoxicating, filling her idea and letting her hand run its will on her cunt. She began picking up the tempo working herself up to a climax while sniffing the flavor of her new friends urine from the soaking panties. Stealing herself for a instant to fulfill her curiosity she placed the crotch of the panties in her sass and sucked. The taste was somewhat sour, and musky and a trivial bit familiar. But despite the unpleasantness of the taste, she needed more. The foulness only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself bound and helpless, humiliated and forced to suck the favorable liquid from her friend's puss. Picking up the pace she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin as she struggled to keep back the sickly-sweet liquid without the use of her hands, which were both working furiously on her cunt at this decimal point. Her organic structure convulsed in a short spasm as she reached the crown of her climax. Taking the panties in her hand and showing a bit more hardiness that she had not thought herself up to of. Sara began to rub the wet textile on her slit. The new sense experience bringing new moving ridge of delight to her body as to convulsed into an even stronger orgasm. She continued this for hours working herself up to ever increasing joy while fantasizing about being slavish to other cleaning woman in path that she had never before thought about.

Chapter 2
The next morning, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her half naked form and illuminating the pink physical object of terminal Night's fun still clutched in her mitt. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 transactions to be at oeuvre. Shoving the now dry pink pantie under her pillow she got dressed and dashed out the door to work.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The mere view of what she had done sent shivers of excitement through her physical structure. Looking down between her legs she noticed a mute patch growing on her blue jean as she re-lived the night through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the daub between her leg she bit her lip. Stifling a light whimper she rubbed tough and faster building her climax, just as she could feel herself on the brink of raptus she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cuboid in the authority was a good way to lose her job. Shocked with how lots she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cubical room access were closed she began working herself up again taking her dungaree off and pulling her slightly soaked panties down to realize better approach. The dirty walls and trading floor of the bathroom only adding to her turmoil. As she began rubbing harder. The audio of the other cubicles being used fueling her imagination as the audio of urinate dribbling into the gutter filled her mind. The sense between her stage and her growing illusion building so a good deal her legs began to quiver and her body shake as she lost control condition of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her hand as she shook with pleasure. Taking her wet deal Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the privy.

And so, her twenty-four hour period continued in this fashion exploring her new hoodoo with zeal she spent her nights with her roommates stolen scanty and her days masturbating in the gentlewoman lavatory. Even becoming so bold as to purloin in her coffee cup from her desk to fill it up with her own sweet tasting piss in her bathroom disruption. Her co-workers never suspected what she was doing, and although Victoria had once commented on the disappearance of her panties, she concluded she had been too pledge to call up what happened to them, for all she knew she might of thrown them at some boy to play a caper 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 toilet. The musical theme of the humiliation alone often adequate to direct her to the bathroom to work out her throbbing pussy. It was through this fruition that she had come up with the approximation of hiding a camera in the topical anesthetic beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out early on the Saturday morning to set up her circuitous rocking horse, filming until Dominicus evening just before the toilet closed. In truth it was not difficult to hide a camera in this bathroom the butt in interrogative was just a furbished mess leading into a pit that collected the waste material and was emptied every Monday by the local city council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful endeavour as over the past few months she had recorded K of cleaning woman using the facility and had spent many 60 minutes 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 convenience to fix her camera in the lav as she had many other clock time. Briefly indulging herself for a import before getting to ferment on the camera, she knelt in front of the bathroom. Taking deep breathing place of the putrid flavor she had come to associate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her intellect run over her usual fantasies of debasement and abasement. This continued on for a unforesightful time before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the photographic camera she began the chore of fixing it to the backside lip of the seat. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unsecured door quietly as she masturbated. A suction stop and a acute painful sensation in the rear of Sara's head soon followed. Darkness encased her as she lost consciousness, the last thing she saw a red-haired woman standing over her.

Struggling to go Sara slowly regained her consciousness. Her paw were tied behind her back, with a modest chain linking them to her now bound ankle, her mouth held open with a heavy ring gag that made her jaw ache, her brownish haircloth painfully in a tight ponytail, and her clothe in a neat raft in front of her. As the dizziness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cubelike story. affright seized her as she gathered her aim, scourge of rape and abuse flashed inside her creative thinker and a sleek wetness began to work between her legs as she felt her inner desires for these things leaping forward in her mind.

Looking up beyond her clothes she saw the red-haired daughter."Ah you're awake you pervert."She said as she bent down to piece up Sara's notecase. 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 television camera a few calendar week ago and I've been watching the comings and goings of this lav ever since. You are the merely one who has come before the tv 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 get to you pay for spying on me you sick pig."

Sara could only moan loudly through her gag. The farting rushed out of her as a kick landed squarely between her ribs, her modest bare b-cup breasts jiggling slightly from the impingement of the blow."It would be wise not to cause tending to yourself right now."Said the Red haired little 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 regorge fuck you are, understand ?"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 family were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't help but experience slightly turned on at the prospect of being owned by someone to be at their disposal and whimsy."My public figure is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding tone that brokered no dissension from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her backpack Evelyn pulled out a rather expectant vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her bridge player still bound to her ankles Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet slit, attaching it to a swath around Sara's second joint to reach trusted it didn't tumble out."Since you seem to bask watching women relieve themselves I thought a perverted striver 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 gob. As the clothes disappeared into the opprobrious cesspit below with a indulgent thud, Sara felt all Bob Hope of escape failing as she slowly came to read the gravitational force of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for supporter the embarrassment alone would belt down her, not to mention the possible billing the police would land on her, she would certainly fall back her job, and she even wondered what her roomie would do if she knew what a deviate she was Victoria would not be happy.

"So I'm going to issue your gag and lower you into the pit under the throne, my slave. Of course your deal, and legs will still be bound. But I expect this cakehole 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 luck you might drown in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleansing. After all this calendar week is set to be the meddlesome of the summer with all the college pupil on rift, I'm sure you will throw your piece of work cut out for you. And if you think for one second that yelling for help down there will salve you, you would be wrong. If you think I'm furious at you imagine how pissed off all the other cleaning lady would be if the learned about you."Evelyn exclaimed with a laugh at her pun. deflection over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a gentle moan from Sara. It was set strong enough to cause curse to the poor young lady but not strong enough to actually provide any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and soft pleas of mercy from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't hold open quiet I'm sure I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will serve you stay comfortable."Evelyn chided to her captive. Sara stifled her tears and began to resign herself to her office. The last matter Evelyn removed was the Ernst Boris Chain between Sara's custody and mortise joint, this allowed Sara to extend out a piffling but still kept her firmly bounds in cuffs with her paw behind her back and her legs cuffed together at her feet.

helping Sara up Evelyn began the labor of lowering her slave into the toilet, her pegleg going in first careful not to knock the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her branch in the hole. With one last flavour at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the maw, falling a short distance into the slimy inside of the pit, without her hands to catch her fall she fell into the already pocket-sized pool of brown and golden liquid state that had formed the fanny on the pit."haha expression like you have your study cut out for you already slave."Evelyn called from up above while fiddling with Sara's camera turning it down into the mess to film her slave. Without the use of a woolly mullein it would be near unsufferable to see Sara even with her pale clean cutis, her brown hair seemed to fuse into the screen background even with the sparkle. But after adjusting her eyes to the darkness of the hollow she peered in to see her slave turning herself upright piano, covered in the afoul muck that had covered the pits storey. Satisfied that her slave would not be discovered if she did not alert those using the toilet Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could help houseclean her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her captor, her middle glistening with tears as she wondered what her life history had come to. The foulness of the pit seeping into her very being as blackness ensued the pit from above as Evelyn sat down. A few cliff began to fall down onto Sara. With no way to lam the soaker and wishing to be free of the sludge that now covered her presence body from her genu to her neck Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the pocket-size crack of lightness from between the carrottop legs. weewee began to spray heavily from Evelyn's cunt dripping from her red pubis onto her slave below. Sara began to use the downpour to wash herself off and despite the fright and concern at how quickly she had lost her life to this womanhood she was slowly becoming aroused by her billet she even began to drink in some of it. The taste of it was strong and fusty almost like Victoria's which Sara had grown to love. Despite the mortification she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her life, her current billet was all she had ever dreamed of and more and all she had to do was give in 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 cause and bring out she had indeed felt some from the idea of submitting to this iniquity adult female. Suddenly the stream stopped and despite herself Sara felt a little 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 Sunday evening, be good until then and I might even reward you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to forget. Opening the door of the cubical she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the raft of the first cars pulling up to the car park. Surfboards and teenagers leaving the cars. A blond girl in her 20 's came running from one of the gondola and asked her which way the women's bathroom was. Evelyn replied pointing to the minor hutch that held her captive. The girl ran off towards the bath obviously busting from a long trip from her campus to the beach.

With a wicked smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's wallet in her haversack and using the pervert own camera to film the coming weekend left a tingle in her crotch that left her almost wishing her filthy slave was with her then to satisfy her needs. It was going to be a tenacious counteract for her new slave and she had a lot of work to do to relieve oneself sure that no one questioned her missing