08 Mrs Woodleigh

The car picked me up just after 1 pm and I was out front of my new place, ready to go. I had packed a bag with 2 changes of clothes, shoes, etc., trying to prepare myself for any eventuality. As I saw the car approaching I saw Shitbox in the front seat. I thought she would be on holiday by now.

The trunk opened so I put my stuff inside and then got in the car. As we drove away Shitbox was asking about what I brought.

"Oh, everything really. Shoes, tops, pants, dresses, undies. I really didn't know what to pack. And honestly, I don't quite know what to expect." I tried to keep the conversation somewhat G-rated as I didn't want to shock the driver.

"Good. It will get messy. Mrs Woodleigh eats like you've never seen. If I were you, I wouldn't eat either until you see her tomorrow. Go hungry, trust me," she said.

"Uhh, huh, yes, ok. Anyway, it should be fun. What did you get up to last night?" I asked, desperately wanting to save this poor Uber driver from having to listen to a potentially disgusting conversation.

"Nothing special, but it was good. We stayed in and watched a movie. We ordered Pizza for Aiden, but I just ate his shit. I had some pizza too, but I wanted to save myself for our weekend away. We watched some ridiculous Transformers movie. I couldn't give a shit about it, but Aidan does! Ha ha!" she laughed, looking at the driver waiting for his reaction.

I was mortified, why is she doing this? But then the driver spoke.

"Sorry Fart, I'm Aiden, Jen's husband, pleased to meet you," he said. "Can I call you 'Fart'?"

"Oh my gosh, of course. I'm sorry, of course you are, I didn't know," I said.

"No worries. I think Jen likes to make people squirm. I've heard so much about you. And this is your first proper client? That's pretty exciting. Are you nervous?" he asked.

"I am actually, but Shitbox has taught me so much. She's been so nice to me," I said.

"Yeah, she's a great teacher," he said.

"So it sounds like you both had a fun evening. Is that a normal Friday night for you both?" I asked.

"It is actually. We try to keep things interesting, but Shitbox just loves to make love to my ass with her tongue, don't you sweetheart?" he said.

"I really do," she said blushing.

"So how did you both meet, anyway?" I asked.

"I love this question," said Aiden. "Do you want to tell it, or should I?"

"You go," said Shitbox.

"Right, so I was at a bachelor's party for a good friend. I'm just thinking now... he actually got divorced a few weeks ago! Did you hear about that, Jen?" asked Aiden.

"Really, Ryan and Lil are done? I didn't know. That's sad." she said.

"Don't feel bad, but I think it's because of the bachelor party. Someone told her about the entertainment," said Aiden. "Lil isn't the understanding type. She was pretty horrified."

"Hmm, I do feel bad actually. I'm sorry to hear that," said Shitbox.

"Anyway, the bachelor party was amazing. I had just had sex with another lady and was going to clean myself up, and when I went into the toilet I saw Jen bound in toilet box. I looked down and she smiled up at me. She was beautiful and I was totally shocked. We chatted for probably an hour before she interrupted and said 'well, I'm sure others need to use me if you're not going to.' I said I would feel too bad to use her like that, but she insisted. So I sat down and uncoiled a monster, and she loved it, didn't you hon? That's still one of the strangest experiences of my life," he said.

"I did. And you were so sweet too," she said and leaned in to kiss Aiden on the cheek.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. These 2 perverts were getting all mushy about eating shit! "So then what happened?" I asked.

"Well then I knew I had to see her again. She was wild, beautiful, interesting, smart and so sexy! The rest of the night got busy and when I went back to check on Jen, she was gone. I spoke to Ryan to get the name of the company and then I got in touch with Penny. Penny said she couldn't give out her number, but if I wanted I could pay to get admission to Jen's next gig. She was working at a New Year's Eve party on a yacht for some rich guy."

"Someone had hired me just for themselves, so I wasn't expecting a crazy night," said Shitbox.

"Yes, right, so I came aboard the yacht. There were all kinds of celebs and rich people. I felt very out of place and underdressed. Penny told me she would be hard to find, and it was made all the more difficult because I wasn't allowed to ask anyone. I had to do some investigating. I knew that the owner of the Yacht was throwing the party. I forget his name now. So I guessed that he would have put lovely Jen here in his private cabin. I tried to keep an eye on him to see when he would use the toilet. Around 10:45 I saw him excuse himself from a conversation and I followed him."

"He entered a room with no signage and the door closed behind him. I walked around the corner and waited. 10 minutes later I heard a door open and took my chances that it was him leaving. I quickly returned to the door like a secret agent, I saw him leaving down the hall and the door was slowly closing. I rushed up and snuck in before it closed, praying he didn't notice," said Aiden.

"My very own James Bond," joked Shitbox. She must have heard him recount this story dozens of times.

"I had made it into his room and it was gigantic, especially for a yacht. I headed for the ensuite and I could hear some movement in the bathroom," he said.

"I still wonder what he would've done if he caught you?" I asked.

"I was terrified! But I had to meet Jen, and this was my only chance. I walked over to the bathroom and sure enough, Jen was lying there bound in the same toilet box. I looked down and saw her," he said.

"And I screamed!" said Shitbox. "He scared the hell out of me!" she laughed. "I told him he had to go and that Charles was coming back soon. He said he wasn't leaving without a phone number. So I relented. I didn't want him to get in trouble. But before he left I asked him for a quick drink, and being a total gentleman, he obliged."

"You guys make me sick. You're too cute for words!"

I joked. "And now you're married? That's so amazing that you found each other," I said.

"Yes. It's not easy of course. No marriage is. But ours is especially challenging. I can't say I love driving Jen to her work engagements, but it's part of who she is, and I trust her," said Aiden.

The conversation then shifted to me and my background. I told them my story and then we quickly moved on to talk about other things. One of the strangest things for me is how really anything can become normalised after a while, even eating shit can be normalized it seems.

We arrived at our destination around 1:45. I got out and thanked Aiden and Shitbox. "You'll do great, honey! I'm jealous!"

"Thanks you guys, and nice to meet you Aiden,"

I said while waving them off.

The car sped off and I stood there, my knees weak. I approached the house. It looked like a gothic mansion, like something out of an Edgar Allen Poe poem. It was well maintained, but not very inviting. I walked up the front path and opened the gate. I walked up to the front steps to a grand porch. There was a swinging chair off to the side, and a cat laying next to it. There were flowers and all kinds of leafy plants adorning the porch.

I knocked on the door and waited. I waited about a minute and still no one had shown up. I was about to knock again, but as I reached for the knocker, the door opened. The lady opened the door was definitely not Mrs Woodleigh. She was mid 20s I guessed, just a bit older than me, and she was beautiful. She introduced herself politely. "Hello Miss. I presume you're Miss Fart?" she asked with a slight smile.

Leah was much shorter than me, around 5 foot 3. She was more cute than sexy, but still gorgeous. She wore an old style maids outfit so it was difficult to get a look at her figure, but I had an imagination and I figured she had a nice bum on her.

I snapped out of my daydream. "I am. Pleased to meet you. Sorry, I'm quite nervous," I said. I need to stop saying that.

"It's alright. My name is Leah, and it's nice to meet you as well. It will be nice to have some company, even if you're busy with... sorry, I shouldn't comment," she said.

"No, no, it's fine," I said. It's a bit confronting to have someone learn that your job is to eat shit for money. But I was determined to get past the awkwardness and continue pretending that I was just here to visit for the evening.

"Let me show you to your room. You won't be sleeping there, but you may use it if you have a few minutes of free time," said Leah.

We walked up the staircase. I looked up and there was a huge chandelier. It was beautiful. It would look even better when it was lit up, I thought.

"Here's your room," said Leah. It was very cute, and looked like it hadn't been touched since the 1890s. It had a bed, nightstand, wardrobe and a ceramic pot off in the corner.

"Oh, you're probably wondering... that's a chamber pot. We don't have functioning plumbing in the house. We use chamber pots and in the morning we usually dispose of them in the outhouse. That will be your job actually. I'll give you a quick tour and then Mrs Woodleigh should be home by then," said Leah. I knew what she meant by that and my stomach started to do somersaults.

Leah showed me around the other bedrooms. There were possibly 7 or 8 other rooms on the upstairs floor, most of them bedrooms, a few of them with bags and other personal items. Leah showed me her room and it was the smallest out of all the bedrooms. It reminded me of Harry Potter's room under the stairs.

I was told that Mrs Woodleigh's room was on the top floor, and that she might show me that later.

The ground floor was expansive and beautifully decorated. The furniture matched the style of the house, as did the wallpaper, lighting and artworks. It felt like the person living here must be almost 100.

Leah then showed me to the basement. She flicked on a light and it buzzed and flickered into life, lighting the steep staircase downwards. I started to get worried. If it wasn't for the fact that Shitbox and Gape had such good things to say about Mrs Woodleigh, I would have run straight out of the house.

"That queasy feeling you have, don't worry about it. All our guests have that feeling the first time they come here," she smiled. "Mrs Woodleigh has gone to great effort to maintain the aesthetic of this house."

I proceeded carefully. The ceiling height was a bit too low for me and I bumped my head on a joist as I was making sure not to stumble on the steps. "Ouch!"

"Yes, mind your head. Forgot to mention that. It's not really a problem for me," she said.

When we got to the bottom of the staircase, Leah flicked on another light, and waited for my reaction. I was speechless.

The basement was mostly open plan and the floor and walls were clad in well-worn stone. It looked like the scene of a medieval prison, with bondage or torture devices placed around the room. Four incandescent light bulbs barely lit the space, but as time went on my eyes adjuated.

In the center of the room was a chair that looked like a throne, with a large seat. Underneath us where a slave would lie. There were crosses and stocks, sarcophaguses and coffins, and elaborate contraptions I had never seen before. I started to get a picture in my head of a sadistic disciplinarian that gets off on causing pain to others.

Off on the corner I heard someone moving around. I wanted to ask, but decided to wait to hear Leah's explanation.

"Now how much do you know about Mrs Woodleigh?" asked Leah.

"Very little, actually. Only that she's hired PPS before. And... not sure I should say this... that she's... a larger woman," I said cautiously.

"Yes, well, I would keep that to yourself when you meet her! Mrs Woodleigh was a stunning beauty in her teens but has gained some weight over the years," she said.

"Right. Well I'm looking forward to meeting her," I said, although I was trying to drag out this tour I was on. I knew the moment it was over I would be required to work.

"Mrs Woodleigh is an eccentric woman. She brings in a variety of sex workers to satisfy her fantasies. Your job this weekend will be to serve as a toilet, as you know. But she will often bring in others for torment and subjugation. We have a few here with us now, another slave joining us later this evening, and another tomorrow. She likes to keep a constant rotation. She doesn't like complacency or routine, so it's my job to continually find new men and women to satisfy her desires. My background has definitely helped me with that," said Leah.

"That's insane. Completely crazy! So she continually brings in new sex slaves solely for her enjoyment? What if she gets found out?" I asked.

"All slaves are extremely well paid, and there is nothing illegal about what we do here. It's important for you to know that. A few slaves have gone to the police, and we have been investigated before, but it's no trouble. Mrs Woodleigh has more money than you could possibly imagine. There's no price she won't pay to satisfy a desire," she said. "And those that have gone to the police are no longer a problem."

I didn't want to know what she meant by that. Just then I heard some more noise. There was definitely someone down here with us.

"Quiet, Jeff!" Leah shouted.

"Who's that?" I exclaimed.

"Oh? That's Jeff. He's another guest. Mrs Woodleigh uses Jeff to test out new concepts. Right now he's in that sarcophagus looking thing, along with a collection of snakes, spiders and various crawling bugs. But don't worry, none of them are poisonous. It makes me squirm just thinking about it," she said.

She must have seen the look on my face. That was the most terrifying thing I could imagine at that point.

"Hey, hey, don't worry. It's still being tested so I doubt she'll put you in there," she assured me.

"God, I hope not!" I said.

"How interesting... you'd rather eat shit than lie in there. Can't say I feel the same way, Fart." It was an interesting observation, one that surprised me as well.

"Ok, so how about you? What do you do here?" I asked.

"Oh god, nothing like you'll be expected to do, that's for sure," she said emphatically. Then she hung her head. "I'm sorry, that wasn't very nice. I really do appreciate what you and PPS do for Mrs Woodleigh. You provide a one-of-a-kind service and I don't know what we would do here without you."

"That's ok. I'm new at this and I'm really scared if I'm being honest. Thanks for being so nice to me," I smiled. I really needed a friend if I was going to survive this.

We continued walking. "I help her with a number of tasks. I facilitate her lifestyle, I'm a house mistress which means I look after our guests when required, and above all, I provide complete discretion. It's in my contract, in fact. And I've been with Stella for just over 8 years now," she said while taking a seat on a queening chair with a hole under her bum.

"Wow, she must be great to work for then! 8 years is a really long time!"

"Yes, well, my contract with her is a 25 year term, so I'm not going anywhere," she said with some sadness in her voice.

"How? I don't understand. What did you agree to?" I asked.

She wiped away a tear. "Sorry, that's enough chit chat," she said. "Let's head back upstairs. I think I hear the car pulling in and I'm sure Mrs Woodleigh would like to meet you right away."

I would have been happy to continue the conversation - anything to avoid meeting Mrs Woodleigh, but I guess I might as well get on with it.

I followed Leah up the stairs. From behind I got a better look at Leah's ass. It was round and had a slight jiggle. I knew she was hiding a perfect ass behind her frumpy maid's uniform.

When we got to the top of the stairs, I heard the front door click open. I stood a few feet behind Leah in the foyer and waited for instruction. "Oh, she's here already. Wonderful. Pleasure to meet you, Fart. Come through to the back garden - I want to show you something," she said. Her voice was aristocratic and had a hint of an accent I couldn't place. And then I saw her.

Mrs Woodleigh was astonishing. She was indeed a large woman, but no one had prepared me for her overall size. She was at least 6 foot 6. One her breasts was bigger than my head! She wore sportswear from head to toe, and a corset to push up her breasts and sinch in her waist. The girls were right - she was definitely overweight, but I could also tell she was very strong, and clearly worked out. Her ass was big and round and I could see definition in her leg muscles through her tights. For a split second I imagined her full weight sitting on my head and made me feel queasy.

Mrs Woodleigh walked past me and I followed behind without uttering a word. She opened a set of doors to the back patio and she stepped out before me. "I've just been speaking with Penny. She's assured me that you're ready for what I have in store for you this evening. She said that you're a bit hesitant in your new role, but that's no bother. We'll sort you out," she said, smiling. She was direct, but I got the impression that she had a caring side to her.

"Now I'm very glad you've arrived. Penny said you had at least mastered urinal services. As you know, we have no plumbing in this house. You are to be the plumbing for this weekend. If you need to use the toilet you can either use the outhouse over there," she said, pointing to a decrepit looking stone building about 150 yards in the distance, "or you can use this," she said, offering me one of her bags she was carrying.

I opened the bag and inside was a package that read 'adult sanitary cloths'.

"Now, on your knees if you don't mind," she said as she was pulling down her pants to reveal a completely shaved pussy. And it was the largest looking pussy I'd ever seen. I got down on my knees, but I still needed to keep a tall posture to reach high enough. As she was getting ready I could smell her, and I started to get turned on. I started wondering if she had drunk a lot of water or not, and how much she had for me.

She looked down and smiled at me. "Good girl," was all she said and grabbed hold of my head with her giant hand and angled my head back into a position that suited her. "Now open up Fart. I'll go slow this time."

She opened up her bladder and filled my mouth in less than a second. I swallowed immediately, trying to impress her. Her piss was rank. She definitely needed to drink more water. It tasted like salty pickle juice. She filled it again, and again I swallowed, opening my mouth wide ready for my next mouthful. This continued for about 2 minutes, and I was getting full. Finally I could feel the stream lessening in intensity and thought she must be near the end.

"Thank you, Fart. Now lick my pussy clean," she said. I did as I was told and got my first taste of her vagina. It was salty, much like her piss.

"Thank you, Mrs Woodleigh," I said.

"I need to make some calls. Leah, please show Fart to the toilet and I will be there in a bit," she said and walked off.

Here we go, I knew this was coming. Leah looked at me and smiled. She was nice, but I also got the sense that she enjoyed my predicament.

"I would put those on," she said, pointing to the bag with the 'adult sanitary cloths' inside.

"But can't I just use the outhouse?" I asked.

"Of course, but I expect you'll be immobile for quite a while. Stella likes to keep her toilets locked and ready for long periods, so you'll need to hold it if you're not going to wear it," she said.

"Ok, I'll wear it," I said. I opened the bag and inside was a bolt of beautiful white linen fabric. I pulled it out and looked over to Leah with a dumb expression.