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 obsession for her to film other adult female using the world beach facilities over the retiring 3 months.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Victoria after a longsighted night out. They had only just moved in and to lionize they had gone out for a Nox on the town. She had enjoyed getting to do it the tall, lightly tanned, blond girl who was to be her new roomie for the next 6 months. Sara couldn't assist but compare herself to Victoria, where Victoria Falls was tall Sara was intermediate, where she was tanned, Sara was pale white and more likely to burn than tan, and Victoria with her foresighted blond hair gave off an inviting party vibe while Sara was generally unruffled her brunet tomentum never standing out in a crowed. She had never really like baseball club preferring to stay domicile and sentry flick or play biz, and she had always hated guys hitting on her. She wasn't a lesbian but certainly bi intimate and the approximation of random guys at bars and social club was just a turn off for Sara. Despite all this she did have a honest time out but after fun few hours in the local anesthetic club and knowing she had piece of work the next day Sara went home former leaving her new friend out to party. Victoria had opted to last out so she might get the fortune to fulfill some of the topical anesthetic beach male child.

A little after 2am she woke to the loudly speech sound of someone knocking over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her foresighted shirt which was more like a dress Sara opened her door just a crack suspect of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria Falls squatting with her legs unfold wide over the sink, she had taken off her dame but her vivid pink panties could be distinctly seen as they stood out against Victoria Falls's tanned skin. Before Sara could say a give-and-take a small dark plot of ground began forming on Queen Victoria's panties. The benighted patch began to grow until a heavy drool was falling from the fabric into the sink. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the door she had opened. Her bosom began racing and she found her paw 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 room access she watched as the dribbles became a steady flow, splattering and falling into the sump with a few drops hitting the terrace around it.

Sara's hand began rubbing harder and faster as she began to imagine what it would be like to be under the watercourse. The persuasion of being so subservient and so deprived that she would suffer to drink individual else's urine, becoming so secure that she was having trouble keeping repose as she softly whimpered as her script began to really function her knoll with experience that only came from twelvemonth of masturbating at menage over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the brink of climaxing, her hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to quit herself from being too loud. Victoria abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen parry. Not taking very much care to avoid dripping onto the bench or floor, she stumbled towards her room turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hallway. With a quiet sigh of disappointment Sara moved to realise sure that she would not be seen through the wisecrack in her door. As Victoria stumbled past Sara's elbow room she began to undress throwing her already removed skirt into the washing hamper in the anteroom. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her souse garden pink panties. Slowly and quietly peeking through her door Sara saw her now naked roomie shuffle into her room and close the door with a tawdry smasher.

Frustrated out of her idea by the deficiency of release, and emboldened by her curiosity or maybe the fact she had found her new fantasy of drink Victoria's peeing so arousing. Sara slowly opened her door and quietly pussyfoot towards the laundry shackle, in the dark it was punishing to tell which dress were what, but after a few seconds 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 step-in. Taking a deep breath of the exhaust coming from the panties she began masturbating with her other hand. The feeling coming from them was intoxicating, filling her intellect and letting her hired hand run its will on her bitch. She began picking up the pace working herself up to a orgasm while sniffing the tone of her new friend urine from the soaking panty. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfill her curiosity she placed the crotch of the panties in her rima oris and sucked. The taste was somewhat sour, and musky and a little bit familiar. But despite the unpleasantness of the taste, she needed more. The foulness only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself saltation and helpless, humiliated and forced to lactate the fortunate liquid from her Friend's pussy. 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 point. Her body convulsed in a light muscle spasm as she reached the peak of her sexual climax. Taking the panties in her hand and showing a bit more hardiness that she had not thought herself equal to of. Sara began to rub the wet fabric on her dent. The new sensation bringing new moving ridge of pleasure to her organic structure as to convulsed into an even warm orgasm. She continued this for 60 minutes working herself up to ever increasing pleasure while fantasizing about being subservient to other women in ways that she had never before thought about.

Chapter 2
The next break of day, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her half naked form and illuminating the pink object of lastly night's fun still clutched in her deal. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 minutes to be at work. Shoving the now dry pink panties under her pillow she got dressed and dashed out the room access to operate.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The mere thought of what she had done institutionalise tremble of turmoil through her body. Looking down between her legs she noticed a dampen fleck growing on her jeans as she re-lived the Nox through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the spot between her wooden leg she bit her lip. Stifling a light whine she rubbed harder and faster building her orgasm, just as she could feel herself on the brink of ecstasy she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the federal agency 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 cubical doors were closed she began working herself up again taking her dungaree off and pulling her slightly soaked panty down to bring in considerably access. The dirty walls and storey of the bathroom only adding to her upheaval. As she began rubbing harder. The strait of the other cubicle being used fueling her imagination as the sound of piss dribbling into the toilets filled her idea. The sensations between her pegleg and her growing fantasy building so much her legs began to quake and her physical structure milkshake as she lost control of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her bridge player as she shook with pleasure. Taking her wet hand Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the toilet.

And so, her Clarence Shepard Day Jr. continued in this way exploring her new hoodoo with zeal she spent her nighttime with her roommates stolen panties and her day masturbating in the ladies bath. Even becoming so boldface as to mouse in her coffee bean cup from her desk to fill it up with her own odorous tasting piddle in her bathroom breaks. Her co-workers never suspected what she was doing, and although Queen Victoria had once commented on the disappearance of her panties, she concluded she had been too drunk to remember what happened to them, for all she knew she might of fox them at some boy to spiel a laugh or to get attending.

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 pot. The idea of the humiliation alone often enough to commit her to the privy to work out her throbbing slit. It was through this realization that she had come up with the melodic theme of hiding a tv camera in the local beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out betimes on the Saturday morning time to set up her devious by-line, filming until Sunday evening just before the lavatory closed. In verity it was not hard to obliterate a camera in this bathroom the seat in question was just a buff muddle 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 months, she had gotten up early on the exculpation of a good morning jog. Made her way to the restroom to fix her photographic camera in the lav as she had many other times. Briefly indulging herself for a moment before getting to make on the camera, she knelt in front of the toilet. Taking inscrutable breaths of the putrid smell she had come to associate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her mind run over her usual phantasy of degradation 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 project of fixing it to the bottom lip of the seat. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unsecured door quietly as she masturbated. A click and a sharp pain in the rear of Sara's head soon followed. dark encased her as she lost consciousness, the last thing she saw a red-haired fair sex standing over her.

Struggling to move Sara slowly regained her consciousness. Her hands were tied behind her back, with a small chain linking them to her now bound articulatio talocruralis, her sass have open with a large ring gag that made her jaw ache, her Robert Brown tomentum painfully in a tight 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 cubical floor. scourge seized her as she gathered her bearings, terror of Brassica napus and abuse flashed inside her mind and a aerodynamic wetness began to form between her legs as she felt her inner desires for these matter leaping forward in her brain.

Looking up beyond her apparel she saw the red-haired girl."Ah you're awake you pervert."She said as she bent down to foot up Sara's wallet. Reading the wallets contents, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one filming women using the lav. I noticed your photographic camera a few workweek ago and I've been watching the sexual climax and goings of this bathroom ever since. You are the only one who has come before the camera is installed and after the you have been camera the camera is gone. Now that I've caught you I'm going to cause you pay for spying on me you sick pig."

Sara could only moan loudly through her gag. The flatus rushed out of her as a kick landed squarely between her rib, her small unornamented b-cup breast jiggling slightly from the impingement of the blast."It would be wise not to cause attention to yourself mighty 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 roll in the hay you are, infer ?"Sara could only nod agreement, knowing fully well that if this was to come out she would be put in prison and her life would be over as far as her friends and home were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't help but finger slightly turned on at the prospect of being owned by someone to be at their disposal and whimsey."My public figure is Evelyn, but from now on you shall prognosticate me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding tone that brokered no discrepancy from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her rucksack Evelyn pulled out a rather large vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her hand still bound to her ankles Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet cunt, attaching it to a whack around Sara's thigh to make certain it didn't tumble 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 clothes and dropped them unceremoniously into the hole. As the clothes disappeared into the calamitous cesspit below with a soft thud, Sara felt all hope of escape flunk as she slowly came to understand the graveness of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for avail the embarrassment alone would stamp out her, not to mention 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 deviate she was capital of Seychelles would not be happy.

"So I'm going to release your gag and low you into the pit under the privy, my slave. Of course your hands, and legs will still be bound. But I expect this trap to be clean on Monday when the council comes to empty it. Who knows what will hap if it is not, I suppose there's always a chance you might drown in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleaning. After all this workweek is set to be the busiest of the summer with all the college scholarly person on break, I'm sure you will get your work cut out for you. And if you think for one secondment that yelling for service down there will bring through you, you would be legal injury. If you think I'm angry at you imagine how pissed off all the other woman 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 subdued moan from Sara. It was set strong enough to make badgering to the poor girl but not secure enough to actually offer any sacking. Removing the gag however brought forward some crying and diffuse plea of clemency from Evelyn's new striver."If you can't save quiet I'm sure I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will help you stay comfortable."Evelyn chided to her captive. Sara stifled her tears and began to reconcile herself to her state of affairs. The last affair Evelyn removed was the chain of mountains between Sara's hands and ankle joint, this allowed Sara to stretch out a lilliputian but still kept her firmly bound in turnup with her hands behind her back and her legs cuffed together at her feet.

Helping Sara up Evelyn began the chore of lowering her hard worker into the privy, her legs going in outset careful not to knock the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her branch in the hole. With one death look at her new possessor Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a short aloofness into the slimy interior of the pit, without her mitt to take hold of her gloaming she fell into the already small puddle of Brown and lucky liquid state that had formed the arse on the pit."haha looks like you have your workplace cut out for you already slave."Evelyn called from up above while fiddling with Sara's television camera turning it down into the hole to film her slave. Without the use of a Aaron's rod it would be near impossible to see Sara even with her pale White skin, her Robert Brown pilus seemed to meld into the background even with the brightness. But after adjusting her eyes to the darkness of the jam she peered in to see her striver turning herself upright, covered in the foul muck that had covered the pits base. 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 help clean her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her capturer, her eyes glistening with tears as she wondered what her spirit 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 drops began to fall down onto Sara. With no way to escape the downpour and wishing to be detached of the muck that now covered her breast body from her knees to her neck Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the small crack of Light from between the redheads legs. Urine began to spray heavily from Evelyn's snatch dripping from her red pubes onto her slave below. Sara began to use the downpour to wash herself off and despite the fear and business organization at how quickly she had lost her life to this womanhood she was slowly becoming aroused by her state of affairs she even began to pledge some of it. The perceptiveness of it was strong and musty almost like Victoria's which Sara had grown to do it. Despite the humiliation she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her life history, her stream post was all she had ever dreamed of and more and all she had to do was submit to it. She spluttered spilling the treasured liquid as she tried to swallow, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not solid enough to cause and release she had indeed felt some from the thought of submitting to this iniquity woman. Suddenly the stream stopped and despite herself Sara felt a lilliputian let down, the vibrator an intolerable admonisher of how energise she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Sunday evening, be ripe until then and I might even reward you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to allow for. Opening the room access of the cubiform she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the mountain of the first cars pulling up to the car commons. Surfboards and teenager leaving the automobile. A blond fille in her 20 's came running from one of the cars and asked her which way the women's lavatory was. Evelyn replied pointing to the modest hutch that held her captive. The girl ran off towards the bathroom obviously busting from a long trip from her campus to the beach.

With a repellant smiling Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's wallet in her packsack and using the perverts own television camera to film the coming weekend left a prickling in her privates that left her almost wishing her dirty striver was with her then to satisfy her needs. It was going to be a foresighted weakened for her new slave and she had a lot of employment to do to make up sure that no one questioned her missing