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 compulsion for her to flick early women using the world beach adroitness over the past 3 calendar month.
It had started when she had walked in on her roommate Queen Victoria after a hanker night out. They had only just moved in and to lionize they had gone out for a night on the town. She had enjoyed getting to know the tall, lightly tanned, blond daughter who was to be her new roomy for the next 6 months. Sara couldn't help but compare herself to Victoria, where Victoria Falls was tall Sara was average, where she was tanned, Sara was pale white and more likely to burn than tan, and Victoria with her long blond tomentum gave off an inviting party vibe while Sara was generally quieten her brunette whisker never standing out in a crowed. She had never really liked clubs preferring to stay home plate and watch movies or roleplay games, and she had always hated guys hitting on her. She wasn't a Lesbian but certainly bi sexual and the idea of random guys at bars and clubs was just a tour off for Sara. Despite all this she did induce a good time out but after fun few hours in the topical anesthetic ball club and knowing she had workplace the future day Sara went home early leaving her new Quaker out to party. Victoria had opted to stay so she might get the chance to meet some of the local beach boy.

A little after 2am she woke to the loud speech sound of mortal knocking over something in the kitchen. Getting up out of bed in her longsighted shirt which was more like a garb Sara opened her doorway just a crack untrusting of robbers and not wanting to be seen.
What she saw was Victoria squatting with her legs unresolved wide over the sump, she had taken off her skirt but her smart pinko 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 Victoria's pantie. The drab patch began to grow until a heavy dribble was falling from the material into the cesspit. Taken aback by what she was seeing Sara slid back behind the doorway she had opened. Her heart began racing and she found her deal lightly rubbing her vagina through her pj shirt. The thought process of seeing her new ally in such a vulnerable spot 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 unshakable stream, splattering and falling into the sink with a few drop hitting the work bench around it.

Sara's bridge player began rubbing harder and faster as she began to imagine what it would be like to be under the current. The thinking of being so submissive and so deprived that she would have to fuddle someone else's water, becoming so solid that she was having difficulty keeping quiet as she softly whimpered as her hand began to really figure out her mound with experience that only came from years of masturbating at rest home over socializing.

Just as Sara felt on the brink of climaxing, her hand rubbing furiously as she bit into her shirt to block herself from being too trashy. Victoria abruptly stopped. Her bladder now empty she drunkenly stumbled off the kitchen replication. Not taking a lot care to stave off dripping onto the bench or trading floor, she stumbled towards her elbow room turning off the kitchen light as she entered the hall. With a quiet suspiration of disappointment Sara moved to name sure that she would not be seen through the crack in her door. As Victoria Falls stumbled past Sara's room she began to undress throwing her already removed doll into the washing shackle in the hallway. Followed by her shirt, lacy pink bra and finally her soaking pink pantie. Slowly and quietly peeking through her door Sara saw her now naked roommate shamble into her way and conclude the door with a aloud knock.

Frustrated out of her mind by the deficiency of vent, and emboldened by her peculiarity or maybe the fact she had found her new fantasy of drinking capital of Seychelles's weewee so arousing. Sara slowly opened her door and quietly crawl towards the laundry hamper, in the dark it was hard to tell which clothes were what, but after a few seconds of shuffling apparel around she touched on something damp.
Quickly returning to her elbow room Sara closed her doorway and sat on her bed with the wet panties. Taking a deep breath of the fumes coming from the panties she began masturbating with her other hand. The olfactory sensation coming from them was intoxicating, filling her mind and letting her hand run its will on her cunt. She began picking up the pace working herself up to a sexual climax while sniffing the smell of her new friends urine from the soaking panties. Stealing herself for a moment to fulfill her curiosity she placed the private parts of the step-in in her mouthpiece 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 leap and helpless, humiliated and forced to suck up the golden liquid from her friend's kitty. Picking up the footstep she sucked in more, some dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin as she struggled to hold the sickly-sweet liquidity without the use of her work force, which were both working furiously on her cunt at this point. Her consistency convulsed in a brusk cramp as she reached the peak of her climax. Taking the panties in her hired hand and showing a bit more daring that she had not thought herself capable of. Sara began to rub the wet textile on her prick. The new sense impression bringing new moving ridge of joy to her torso as to convulsed into an even stronger climax. She continued this for hours working herself up to ever increasing pleasance while fantasizing about being submissive to other fair sex in ways that she had never before imagine about.

Chapter 2
The future morning, she awoke to the sun streaming into her window hitting her half raw form and illuminating the pink object of last Night's fun still clutched in her hand. Looking at the clock she realized that she only had 30 minute to be at study. Shoving the now dry pinko panty under her rest she got cut back and dashed out the door to turn.

The day went slowly, as she remembered the nighttime before. The mere intellection of what she had done broadcast shiver of excitement through her body. Looking down between her legs she noticed a damp patch growing on her jeans as she re-lived the Night through her day dreaming. Slowly rubbing the spot between her legs she bit her lip. Stifling a light whimper 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 office was a good way to fall behind her job. Shocked with how a great deal 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 denim off and pulling her slightly soaked step-in down to profit amend access. The dirty wall and floor of the bathroom only adding to her excitement. As she began rubbing harder. The sounds of the other cubicle being employ fueling her imagination as the sound of piss dribbling into the potty filled her mind. The hotshot between her legs and her growing fantasize building so a great deal her branch began to quiver and her body shake as she lost control of herself. Her bladder began emptying itself violently over her bridge player as she shook with pleasance. Taking her wet mitt Sara began licking it off as she finished emptying herself into the toilet.

And so, her days continued in this way exploring her new fetich with eagerness she spent her nights with her roommate stolen step-in and her Day masturbating in the noblewoman bath. Even becoming so boldface as to sneak in her coffee cup from her desk to fill it up with her own sweet tasting urine in her privy gaolbreak. Her co-workers never suspected what she was doing, and although Victoria had once commented on the disappearing of her panties, she concluded she had been too drunk to recall what happened to them, for all she knew she might of thrown them at some boy to play a joke 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 person's toilet. The idea of the chagrin alone often adequate to send her to the bathroom to solve out her throbbing kitty. 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 other on the Sabbatum morn to set up her devious hobby, filming until Sun evening just before the toilet closed. In truth it was not difficult to hide a tv camera in this bathroom the seat in doubtfulness was just a furbished cakehole 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 endeavour as over the past few calendar month she had recorded M of women using the adeptness and had spent many hour 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 alibi of a dawn jog. Made her way to the restroom to fix her camera in the toilet as she had many other times. Briefly indulging herself for a instant before getting to work on the camera, she knelt in figurehead of the toilet. Taking cryptic breathing time of the putrid smell she had come to associate with pleasure she began rubbing herself and letting her mind run over her usual fantasies of debasement and abasement. This continued on for a short sentence before she shuddered and decided to get back to work.

Fumbling with the camera she began the chore of fixing it to the bottom lip of the seat. Unbeknownst to her an intruder had opened the unlock door quietly as she masturbated. A click and a sharp pain in the back 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 impress Sara slowly regained her consciousness. Her hands were tied behind her back, with a small chain linking them to her now bound ankle, her oral cavity held out-of-doors with a large ring gag that made her jaw aching, her brown hair's-breadth 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. Terror seized her as she gathered her bearings, terror of rape and revilement flashed inside her head and a streamlined wetness began to form between her ramification 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 wallet. Reading the wallets cognitive content, she continued"I know who you are now Sara, and I know you have been the one filming cleaning lady using the bathroom. I noticed your camera a few weeks ago and I've been watching the comings and going 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 make you pay for spying on me you sick pig."

Sara could only moan loudly through her gag. The winding rushed out of her as a kick landed squarely between her ribs, her small desolate b-cup breasts jiggling slightly from the shock of the C."It would be wise not to cause attention to yourself right now."Said the Red haired young lady,"here is how its going to work. You are my property now, and you will do exactly as I say or I will endanger you as the throw up roll in the hay you are, understand ?"Sara could only nod agreement, knowing full-of-the-moon 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 champion and family were concerned.

Through all that she couldn't assistant but feel slightly turned on at the prospect of being owned by someone to be at their disposition and whim."My figure is Evelyn, but from now on you shall call up me mistress."Evelyn said in a harsh and commanding tone that brokered no discrepancy from Sara who nodded vigorously. Opening her backpack Evelyn pulled out a rather big vibrator, pulling Sara up to kneel with her helping hand still bound to her ankles Evelyn roughly inserted the vibrator into Sara's now wet cunt, attaching it to a belt around Sara's thigh to make for sure it didn't fall out."Since you seem to revel watching women relieve themselves I thought a perverted hard worker 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 trap. As the clothes disappeared into the grim cesspit below with a gentle thud, Sara felt all hope of escape cock weakness as she slowly came to understand the gravitation of what was happening. She was trapped, if she called out for help the embarrassment alone would toss off her, not to observe the possible direction the police force would land on her, she would certainly suffer 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 unloosen your gag and lour you into the pit under the bathroom, my slave. Of course your manus, and legs will still be bound. But I expect this hole to be clean on Monday when the council comes to void it. Who knows what will happen if it is not, I suppose there's always a hazard you might overwhelm in it if you don't do a sufficient job of cleaning. After all this week is set to be the busiest of the summer with all the college educatee on break, I'm sure you will suffer your employment cut out for you. And if you think for one second that yelling for aid down there will save you, you would be faulty. If you think I'm wild at you imagine how pissed off all the early adult female 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 voiced moan from Sara. It was set stiff enough to cause torment to the poor young woman but not inviolable enough to actually provide any release. Removing the gag however brought forward some tears and flaccid supplication of mercy from Evelyn's new slave."If you can't keep quiet I'm certainly I could always put the gag back on you, I'm sure that will avail you stay comfortable."Evelyn chided to her captive. Sara stifled her snag and began to vacate herself to her state of affairs. The shoemaker's last affair Evelyn removed was the Chain between Sara's men and ankles, this allowed Sara to adulterate out a little but still kept her firmly bound in turnup with her hands behind her back and her leg cuffed together at her feet.

portion Sara up Evelyn began the project of lowering her slave into the toilet, her legs going in initiative careful not to criticize the vibrator out, Sara was sat on the edge with her legs in the hole. With one hold out look at her new proprietor Sara was roughly pushed into the mess, falling a short length into the slimed interior of the pit, without her hands to catch her fall she fell into the already small puddle of brown and favourable liquidity that had formed the merchantman 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 tv camera turning it down into the hollow to film her striver. Without the use of a blowlamp it would be near insufferable to see Sara even with her pale white hide, her brown hairsbreadth seemed to meld into the background even with the light. But after adjusting her eyes to the darkness of the hole she peered in to see her break one's back turning herself upright, covered in the foul ooze that had covered the pits flooring. Satisfied that her striver would not be discovered if she did not alert those using the toilet Evelyn commanded her to sit up so that she could help scavenge her off before leaving.

Sitting up straight Sara looked up at her capturer, her centre glistening with tears as she wondered what her lifetime 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 driblet began to strike down onto Sara. With no way to escape the pelter and wishing to be free of the goop that now covered her front body from her knees to her neck opening Sara leaned towards the cascade that fell from the minor crack of light source from between the redheads legs. water began to spray heavily from Evelyn's cunt dripping from her red pubes onto her slave below. Sara began to use the flood to wash away herself off and despite the care and concern at how quickly she had lost her life story to this woman she was slowly becoming aroused by her state of affairs she even began to drink some of it. The gustatory sensation of it was impregnable and musty 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 life, her current office was all she had ever dreamed of and Thomas More and all she had to do was submit to it. She spluttered spilling the precious liquid as she tried to live with, as a groan escaped her even though the vibrator was not strong enough to cause and release she had indeed felt some from the persuasion of submitting to this evil cleaning lady. Suddenly the flow stopped and despite herself Sara felt a little disappointed, the vibrator an unendurable reminder of how wound up she was.

"That's all for now slave. I'll be back to get you on Sunday evening, be sound until then and I might even reward you."Evelyn said as she got up and began to allow for. Opening the door of the cubical she was greeted by the sun now almost fully risen, and the peck of the offset motorcar pulling up to the car park. Surfboards and stripling leaving the cars. A blond little girl in her 20 's came running from one of the cars and asked her which way the women's pot was. Evelyn replied pointing to the small shack that held her prisoner. The girl ran off towards the can obviously busting from a tenacious trip from her campus to the beach.

With a wicked smiling Evelyn walked off to her own car with Sara's wallet in her packsack and using the perverts own camera to celluloid the coming weekend left a tingle in her crotch that left her almost wishing her filthy striver was with her then to satisfy her needs. It was going to be a farseeing weakened for her new hard worker and she had a lot of work to do to make sure enough that no one questioned her missing