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 toilette. It had become somewhat of an obsession for her to film early charwoman using the populace beach adroitness over the preceding 3 calendar month.
It had started when she had walked in on her roomy Victoria after a retentive night out. They had only just moved in and to celebrate they had gone out for a Nox on the Town. She had enjoyed getting to know the tall, lightly tanned, blonde girl who was to be her new roomie for the next 6 month. Sara couldn't assistance but compare herself to Queen Victoria, where Victoria Falls was marvellous Sara was mean, where she was tanned, Sara was pale white and more in all probability to burn up than tan, and Victoria Falls with her long blond fuzz gave off an inviting company vibe while Sara was generally quiet her brunet pilus never standing out in a crowed. She had never really liked society preferring to stay plate and watch movie or act games, and she had always hated guy hitting on her. She wasn't a lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the idea of random guys at saloon and clubs was just a turn off for Sara. Despite all this she did experience a goodness time out but after fun few hours in the local anaesthetic nightclub and knowing she had oeuvre the next day Sara went home early leaving her new supporter out to party. Queen Victoria had opted to stay so she might get the chance to touch some of the topical anesthetic beach boy.

A piddling after 2am she woke to the loud speech sound of someone knocking over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her long shirt which was more like a attire Sara opened her door just a crack cocaine fishy of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria Falls squatting with her pegleg open wide 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 watchword a small dark patch began forming on Queen Victoria's panties. The dark patch began to spring up until a impenetrable drool was falling from the framework into the swallow hole. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the door she had opened. Her affection began racing and she found her hand 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 calm stream, splattering and falling into the sink with a few drops hitting the bench around it.

Sara's hired man began rubbing harder and faster as she began to imagine what it would be like to be under the stream. The persuasion of being so slavish and so deprived that she would have to pledge someone else's urine, becoming so firm that she was having bother keeping repose as she softly whimpered as her hand began to really work her mound with experience that only came from days 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 stop herself from being too loud. Victoria abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen counter. Not taking much concern to invalidate dripping onto the Bench or story, she stumbled towards her room turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hall. With a tranquil sigh of dashing hopes Sara moved to clear trusted that she would not be seen through the cranny in her door. As Victoria stumbled retiring Sara's elbow room she began to strip throwing her already removed skirt into the washing hamper in the anteroom. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her soaking garden pink panties. Slowly and quietly peeking through her room access Sara saw her now naked roommate shamble into her room and close the door with a flash bang.

Frustrated out of her judgment by the want of button, and emboldened by her curiosity or maybe the fact she had found her new fancy of imbibition Victoria's piss so arousing. Sara slowly opened her door and quietly crept towards the washing trammel, in the shadow it was hard to tell which clothes 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 fumes coming from the panty she began masturbating with her other helping hand. The smell coming from them was intoxicating, filling her mind and letting her hired man run its will on her cunt. She began picking up the pace working herself up to a climax while sniffing the smell of her new friend urine from the soaking step-in. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfill her oddity she placed the privates of the panties in her sassing and sucked. The taste was somewhat sour, and musky and a piffling bit intimate. But despite the unpleasantness of the taste, she needed more. The foulness only adding to her arousal. Imagining herself edge and helpless, humiliated and forced to go down on the favorable liquid from her Friend's pussy. Picking up the rate she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her back talk and down her chin as she struggled to continue the sickly-sweet liquid state without the use of her hands, which were both working furiously on her slit at this point in time. Her trunk convulsed in a short cramp as she reached the visor of her sexual climax. 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 material on her dent. The new sensation bringing new waves of pleasure to her body as to convulsed into an even unattackable climax. She continued this for hr working herself up to ever increasing pleasure while fantasizing about being submissive to other women in ways that she had never before thought about.

Chapter 2
The next morning, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her one-half naked anatomy and illuminating the garden pink physical object of last Night's fun still clutched in her hand. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 minutes to be at work. Shoving the now dry pink pantie under her pillow she got curry and dashed out the room access to function.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the nighttime before. The mere thought of what she had done mail thrill of hullabaloo through her body. Looking down between her branch she noticed a damp patch growing on her jeans as she re-lived the dark through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the spot between her leg she bit her lip. Stifling a light whimper she rubbed grueling and faster building her sexual climax, just as she could feel herself on the verge of ecstasy she realized what she was doing. Masturbating in her cubical in the spot was a commodity way to lose her job. Shocked with how often she had lost control of herself Sara rushed off to the bathroom.

As soon as the cuboidal doors were closed she began working herself up again taking her jeans off and pulling her slightly soaked panties down to gain better access. The dirty rampart and story of the bathroom only adding to her hullabaloo. As she began rubbing harder. The strait of the former cell being used fueling her resource as the sound of pissing dribbling into the toilets filled her creative thinker. The sense impression between her legs and her growing fantasy edifice so much her ramification began to quiver and her body milk shake as she lost control of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her hand as she shook with pleasure. Taking her wet hired hand Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the toilet.

And so, her solar day continued in this fashion exploring her new fetish with ardour she spent her nights with her roomy stolen panties and her days masturbating in the Lady bathroom. Even becoming so sheer as to sneak in her coffee cup from her desk to fill it up with her own sweet tasting piddle in her bathroom breaks. Her colleague never suspected what she was doing, and although Queen Victoria had once commented on the disappearance of her panty, 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 play a joke or to get tending.

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 somebody's bathroom. The approximation of the humiliation alone often adequate to place her to the bath to ferment out her throbbing pussy. It was through this realization that she had come up with the idea of hiding a camera in the local beaches bathroom.

She concluded that every weekend she would set out early on the Sabbatum morning to set up her roundabout pursuit, filming until Sunday evening just before the bathroom closed. In Sojourner Truth it was not unmanageable to enshroud a camera in this bathroom the seat in doubt was just a furbish hole leading into a pit that collected the permissive waste and was emptied every Monday by the topical anesthetic city council. This had proven to be a rather fruitful endeavor as over the past times few months she had recorded thou of fair sex 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 apology of a good morning jog. Made her way to the public toilet to fix her camera in the potty as she had many other clock time. Briefly indulging herself for a moment before getting to turn on the television camera, she knelt in front of the stool. Taking oceanic abyss breaths of the putrid spirit she had come to colligate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her nous run over her usual phantasy of debasement and humiliation. This continued on for a little time before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the task of fixing it to the bottom lip of the tail. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unlocked door quietly as she masturbated. A clink and a sharp annoyance in the spine 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 move Sara slowly regained her cognizance. Her men were tied behind her back, with a belittled chain linking them to her now bound mortise joint, her utter held open with a large anchor ring gag that made her jaw ache, her brown hair painfully in a rigorous ponytail, and her clothe in a neat mint in front of her. As the dizziness receded she realized that she was bound naked on the cubical flooring. affright seized her as she gathered her bearings, terror of assault and abuse flashed inside her mind and a streamlined wetness began to form between her branch as she felt her inner desires for these things leaping forward in her mind.

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 notecase. Reading the wallets content, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one filming fair sex using the bathroom. I noticed your camera a few workweek ago and I've been watching the comings and goings of this privy ever since. You are the only one who has come before the television 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 steer rushed out of her as a kick landed squarely between her ribs, her small bleak b-cup titty jiggling slightly from the encroachment of the gust."It would be wise not to make attention to yourself correctly now."Said the Red haired female child,"here is how its going to work. You are my property now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will queer you as the sick fucking you are, understand ?"Sara could only nod agreement, knowing good well that if this was to fare 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 find slightly turned on at the prospect of being owned by someone to be at their disposal and caprice."My public figure is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding step that brokered no disagreement from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her backpack 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 pussy, attaching it to a bang around Sara's thigh to make for certain it didn't fall out."Since you seem to savor watching womanhood 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 fix. As the clothes disappeared into the black cesspit below with a flaccid thumping, Sara felt all Hope of escape failing as she slowly came to understand the gravity of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for help the embarrassment alone would wipe out her, not to mention the potential charges the police force would put down on her, she would certainly drop off her job, and she even wondered what her roomy would do if she knew what a pervert she was Victoria would not be happy.

"So I'm going to release your gag and frown you into the pit under the sewer, my slave. Of course your mitt, and branch 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 chance you might drown in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleaning. After all this calendar week is set to be the busiest of the summer with all the college students on faulting, I'm sure you will take in your work cut out for you. And if you think for one second that yelling for help down there will save you, you would be untimely. If you think I'm wild at you imagine how pissed off all the former womanhood would be if the learned about you."Evelyn exclaimed with a jape at her pun. Bending over Evelyn reached to the vibrator and turned it on, which elicited a soft moan from Sara. It was set strong enough to cause torment to the poor little girl but not unassailable enough to actually offer any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and diffuse supplication of mercy from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't keep quiet I'm trusted 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 tear and began to resign herself to her place. The last thing Evelyn removed was the Sir Ernst Boris Chain between Sara's hands and mortise joint, this allowed Sara to stretch along out a little but still kept her firmly bound in cuffs with her hands behind her back and her stage cuffed together at her feet.

serving Sara up Evelyn began the job of lowering her striver into the john, her legs going in first careful not to knock the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the sharpness with her stage in the maw. With one last smell at her new proprietor Sara was roughly pushed into the hole, falling a short distance into the vile inside of the pit, without her men to get her surrender she fell into the already small puddle of John Brown and golden liquidity 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 golf hole to motion picture her slave. Without the use of a torch it would be near unsufferable to see Sara even with her pale tweed skin, her brown fuzz seemed to merge into the setting even with the visible light. But after adjusting her center to the iniquity of the hole she peered in to see her slave turning herself upright piano, covered in the foul goo that had covered the stone pit floor. Satisfied that her slave would not be discovered if she did not alert those using the potty 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 middle glistening with split as she wondered what her life had come to. The foulness of the pit seeping into her very being as lightlessness ensued the pit from above as Evelyn sat down. A few drib began to settle down onto Sara. With no way to escape the downpour and wishing to be free of the muck that now covered her front torso from her knees to her neck Sara leaned towards the shower that fell from the low wisecrack of ignitor from between the red-header legs. piss began to spray heavily from Evelyn's cunt dripping from her red pubes onto her slave below. Sara began to use the downpour to moisten herself off and despite the fear and concern at how quickly she had lost her living to this charwoman she was slowly becoming aroused by her situation she even began to booze some of it. The mouthful of it was strong and moldy almost like Victoria's which Sara had grown to love. Despite the humiliation she felt, deep down Sara had never been so turned on in her lifetime, her current billet was all she had ever dreamed of and More and all she had to do was submit to it. She spluttered spilling the preciously liquid as she tried to get down, as a moan escaped her even though the vibrator was not impregnable enough to cause and release she had indeed felt some from the cerebration of submitting to this iniquity woman. 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 secure until then and I might even reward you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to leave. Opening the door of the cubelike she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the good deal of the first cars pulling up to the car park. Surfboards and adolescent leaving the gondola. A blonde miss in her 20 's came running from one of the cars and asked her which way the women's stool was. Evelyn replied pointing to the small shack that held her captive. The girl ran off towards the toilet obviously busting from a long stumble from her campus to the beach.

With a skanky smile Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's pocketbook in her backpack and using the perverts own camera to film the coming weekend left a tingle in her privates that left her almost wishing her filthy hard worker was with her then to satisfy her needs. It was going to be a long de-escalate for her new slave and she had a lot of work to do to make trusted that no one questioned her missing