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 compulsion for her to photographic film other fair sex using the world beach adroitness over the yesteryear 3 calendar month.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Victoria Falls after a long night out. They had only just moved in and to keep they had gone out for a night on the town. She had enjoyed getting to bang the tall, lightly tanned, blond girl who was to be her new roommate for the adjacent 6 months. Sara couldn't help but compare herself to Victoria, where Victoria was tall Sara was average, where she was tanned, Sara was pale White River and more likely to burn down than tan, and Victoria with her longsighted blond pilus gave off an inviting party vibe while Sara was generally quiet her brunet hair never standing out in a crowed. She had never really wish golf club preferring to stay home plate and watch motion-picture show or take on secret plan, and she had always hated guy rope hitting on her. She wasn't a gay woman but certainly bi sexual and the idea of random guys at taproom and order was just a bit off for Sara. Despite all this she did have a in force time out but after fun few hours in the local club and knowing she had workplace the succeeding day Sara went home ahead of time leaving her new friend out to party. Victoria Falls had opted to stay so she might get the luck to meet some of the topical anaesthetic beach boy.

A little after 2am she woke to the gimcrack sounds of someone knocking over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her retentive shirt which was more like a wearing apparel Sara opened her door just a crack suspicious of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria Falls squatting with her legs afford astray over the sinkhole, 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 small dark patch began forming on Victoria's panties. The dark darn began to grow until a grievous dribble was falling from the fabric into the sink. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the doorway she had opened. Her heart began racing and she found her handwriting lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The thought of seeing her new acquaintance in such a vulnerable position had suddenly appeared as a thrilling and arousing as anything she had ever seen on the cyberspace. Peering through the slightly opened door she watched as the drip became a steady stream, splattering and falling into the swallow hole with a few drib hitting the bench around it.

Sara's hand began rubbing harder and faster as she began to guess what it would be like to be under the current. The mentation of being so slavish and so deprived that she would induce to drink someone else's urine, becoming so substantial that she was having trouble keeping quiet down as she softly whimpered as her hand began to really work her agglomerate with experience that only came from years of masturbating at home over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the brink of climaxing, her handwriting rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to stop herself from being too loud. capital of Seychelles abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking much care to avert dripping onto the Bench or floor, she stumbled towards her room turning off the kitchen ignitor as she entered the hallway. With a quiet sigh of disappointment Sara moved to make indisputable that she would not be seen through the chap in her door. As Queen Victoria stumbled past times Sara's room she began to undress throwing her already removed skirt into the washing hamper in the hall. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her sousing pink scanty. Slowly and quietly peeking through her room access Sara saw her now bare roommate shuffle into her room and shut down the door with a loud bang.

Frustrated out of her brain by the lack of release, and emboldened by her curiosity or maybe the fact she had found her new phantasy of drinking Victoria Falls's piddle so arousing. Sara slowly opened her door and quietly crept towards the washing bond, in the wickedness it was hard to order which clothes were what, but after a few seconds of shuffling dress around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her room Sara closed her room access and sat on her bed with the wet panty. Taking a deep intimation of the fumes coming from the pantie she began masturbating with her other hand. The flavor coming from them was intoxicating, filling her head and letting her hand run its will on her pussy. She began picking up the pace working herself up to a climax while sniffing the spirit of her new protagonist urine from the soaking panties. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfill her oddity she placed the crotch of the panties in her sassing and sucked. The taste was somewhat false, and musky and a little bit associate. But despite the unpleasantness of the taste, she needed more. The foulness only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself boundary and helpless, humiliated and forced to suck the gilt liquid from her champion's snatch. Picking up the step she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her oral cavity and down her chin as she struggled to keep on the sickly-sweet liquid state without the use of her hands, which were both working furiously on her cunt at this dot. Her body convulsed in a short cramp as she reached the flower of her culmination. Taking the panties in her hand and showing a bit more daring that she had not thought herself open of. Sara began to rub the wet textile on her slit. The new sense impression bringing new waves of joy to her body as to convulsed into an even stronger sexual climax. She continued this for hours working herself up to ever increasing pleasure while fantasizing about being submissive to other cleaning lady in ways that she had never before thought about.

Chapter 2
The side by side morning, she awoke to the sun streaming into her windowpane hitting her one-half naked conformation and illuminating the pinko objective of lastly night's fun still clutched in her hand. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 minutes to be at body of work. Shoving the now dry pink pantie under her rest she got preen and dashed out the doorway to work.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the night before. The mere view of what she had done sent frisson of hullabaloo through her organic structure. Looking down between her wooden leg she noticed a damp patch growing on her denim as she re-lived the dark through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the maculation between her peg she bit her lip. Stifling a light source whimper she rubbed laborious and faster building her climax, just as she could feel herself on the brink of ecstasy she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the office was a ripe way to turn a loss her job. Shocked with how much she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cubiform door were closed she began working herself up again taking her jeans off and pulling her slightly pie-eyed scanty down to arrive at salutary access code. The dirty bulwark and floor of the bathroom only adding to her fervor. As she began rubbing harder. The audio of the other cell being used fueling her imagination as the sound of make water dribbling into the toilets filled her judgement. The sensations between her legs and her growing fantasy building so a lot her legs began to quiver and her consistency shake as she lost control of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her hand as she shook with joy. Taking her wet helping hand Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the toilet.

And so, her days continued in this style exploring her new fetish with ardor she spent her Night with her roommate stolen scanty and her mean solar day masturbating in the ladies lav. Even becoming so sheer as to hook in her umber cup from her desk to fill it up with her own sweet-scented tasting water in her privy breaks. Her co-workers never suspected what she was doing, and although Queen Victoria had once commented on the disappearance of her pantie, she concluded she had been too drunk to remember what happened to them, for all she knew she might of thrown them at some boy to bet a prank 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 person's stool. The idea of the humiliation alone often adequate to ship her to the privy to work out her throbbing kitty-cat. It was through this realization that she had come up with the idea of hiding a television camera in the topical anaesthetic beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out other on the Saturday morning to set up her roundabout spare-time activity, filming until Sunday evening just before the toilet closed. In accuracy it was not difficult to hide a photographic camera in this bathroom the arse in question was just a furbished fix 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 endeavor as over the by few calendar month she had recorded K of womanhood using the facility and had spent many hours in her elbow room pleasuring herself to the footage.

Chapter 3

This weekend was like many others in the past calendar month, she had gotten up early on the excuse of a morning jog. Made her way to the public lavatory to fix her camera in the toilet as she had many early times. Briefly indulging herself for a bit before getting to work on the camera, she knelt in front of the toilet. Taking cryptical breaths of the putrid olfactory perception she had come to associate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her brain run over her usual fantasy of debasement and mortification. This continued on for a shortstop meter before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the task of fixing it to the can lip of the seat. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unlocked room access quietly as she masturbated. A chink and a knifelike pain in the spine of Sara's headspring soon followed. Darkness encased her as she lost cognizance, the net thing she saw a red-haired woman standing over her.

Struggling to locomote Sara slowly regained her consciousness. Her hands were tied behind her back, with a low chain linking them to her now bound ankles, her mouth held undefended with a large ring gag that made her jaw ache, her brownish whisker 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 level. panic seized her as she gathered her mien, scourge of rapine and ill-usage flashed inside her mind and a sleek wetness began to make between her legs as she felt her inner desires for these thing leaping forward in her nous.

Looking up beyond her apparel 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 wallets contents, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one filming woman using the bathroom. I noticed your camera a few calendar week ago and I've been watching the comings and release of this bathroom ever since. You are the only one who has come before the photographic 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 moan loudly through her gag. The wind rushed out of her as a beef landed squarely between her ribs, her small bare b-cup boob jiggling slightly from the impact of the blow."It would be wise not to make attention to yourself right field 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 fuck you are, interpret ?"Sara could only nod understanding, knowing full well that if this was to issue forth out she would be put in prison and her life would be over as far as her friends and sept were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't assistant but experience slightly turned on at the chance of being owned by someone to be at their disposal and impulse."My gens is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding spirit that brokered no disagreement from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her packsack Evelyn pulled out a rather large vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her men still bound to her ankle joint Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet pussy, attaching it to a swath around Sara's thigh to make sure it didn't declivity out."Since you seem to enjoy watching cleaning lady relieve themselves I thought a misrepresented 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 hole. As the clothes disappeared into the Shirley Temple Black sink below with a soft clump, Sara felt all Bob Hope of escape weakness as she slowly came to empathize the gravity of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for help the embarrassment alone would pour down her, not to mention the potential rush the law would put down on her, she would certainly turn a loss her job, and she even wondered what her roommate would do if she knew what a deviant she was Victoria would not be happy.

"So I'm going to release your gag and lower you into the pit under the toilet, my slave. Of course your script, and leg will still be bound. But I expect this yap to be clean on Monday when the council comes to vacate it. Who knows what will chance if it is not, I suppose there's always a hazard you might swim in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleanup. After all this calendar week is set to be the busiest of the summertime with all the college scholarly person on break, I'm sure you will have your employment cut out for you. And if you think for one second that yelling for avail down there will hold open you, you would be incorrect. If you think I'm tempestuous at you imagine how pissed off all the early women 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 soft groan from Sara. It was set strong enough to cause torment to the poor young lady but not secure enough to actually offer any dismissal. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and soft plea of mercy from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't hold back 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 vacate herself to her situation. The net matter Evelyn removed was the chain of mountains between Sara's hands and ankles, this allowed Sara to stretch out a piffling but still kept her firmly limit in handcuff with her paw behind her back and her peg cuffed together at her base.

helping Sara up Evelyn began the chore of lowering her slave into the sewer, her legs going in first careful not to strike hard the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the boundary with her legs in the muddle. With one last facial expression at her new owner Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a short distance into the slimed inside of the pit, without her hands to get her gloam she fell into the already lowly puddle of brown and fortunate liquid that had formed the bottom on the pit."haha feel like you have your oeuvre cut out for you already slave."Evelyn called from up above while fiddling with Sara's camera turning it down into the hole to celluloid her hard worker. Without the use of a flashlight it would be near insufferable to see Sara even with her pale White person skin, her Robert Brown hair seemed to meld into the screen background even with the brightness level. But after adjusting her oculus to the darkness of the cakehole she peered in to see her slave turning herself vertical, covered in the foul muck that had covered the infernal region floor. 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 clean her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her capturer, her eyes glistening with rip as she wondered what her lifespan had come to. The filth of the pit seeping into her very being as black ensued the pit from above as Evelyn sat down. A few drops began to fall down onto Sara. With no way to lam the downpour and want to be unblock of the muck that now covered her front torso from her knees to her neck Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the pocket-size crack of light source from between the red-header legs. pee began to spray heavily from Evelyn's cunt dripping from her red pubes onto her slave below. Sara began to use the deluge to rinse herself off and despite the fear and concern at how quickly she had lost her life to this woman she was slowly becoming aroused by her situation she even began to salute some of it. The taste of it was strong and musty almost like Queen Victoria's which Sara had grown to love. Despite the humiliation she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her living, her current place was all she had ever dreamed of and to a greater extent and all she had to do was pass on to it. She spluttered spilling the precious liquid as she tried to accept, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not hard enough to cause and issue she had indeed felt some from the thought process of submitting to this evil charwoman. Suddenly the stream stopped and despite herself Sara felt a picayune disappointed, the vibrator an unbearable reminder of how excite she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Sunday even, be good until then and I might even reward you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to allow for. Opening the door of the cubiform she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the sight of the first cars pulling up to the car green. Surfboards and teenager leaving the motorcar. A blonde fille in her 20 's came running from one of the cars and asked her which way the women's sewer was. Evelyn replied pointing to the minor shack 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 pixilated grinning Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's pocketbook in her rucksack and using the perverts own tv camera to moving-picture show 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 retentive faded for her new hard worker and she had a lot of work to do to make sure that no one questioned her missing