Bathroom Slave

Mistress Brittany had been known in many walks of life, some wanted her, some abhorred her, some were even scared of her, and some wished to possess her for all of time.

No one knew how she picked her slaves but those she hand chose out of the crowd always deemed themselves lucky.

Allyson had been chosen finally, a feat she almost deemed impossible as she always went for the pale moonlit kissed flesh of Europeans and never the tanned sun-kissed flesh of a Mexican. But there she was, on the tile floor of her bathroom, kissing the heeled feet of Mistress Brittany.

Allyson was careless with the craving for punishment, she had agreed to the idea of bathroom play under her mistress's rule. She quickly nabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back, and she tied a rope around her collar ring and then tied it to the toilet. "I desire that when I need to use the bathroom, you'll keep my feet off the cold tile floor."

With those words, Mistress Brittany left the room turning off the lights and leaving Allyson in the darkness of the bathroom.

Allyson closed her eyes and tried to remind herself of just how lucky she really and truly was. She heard the sleepy footsteps coming and she lay in front of the toilet, her face ready to keep her Mistress's feet warm while she went to the bathroom.

She heard a soft gasp, followed by slapping on the wall.

There stood Brittany's twin sister, Helena. Dressed for bed, and sleepy-eyed, she looked down at Allyson. The sight of Helena was almost a comfortable weariness that had come down on Allyson like a heavy warm blanket.

She had heard it told that Brittany often shared her slaves with most of her sisters. Her sisters weren't talked about very often, she had only had a vague idea of Helena, and now she towered over her; she yawned and stepped onto Allyson's face, not seeing her, not aware she was crushing her skull.

She pulled down her dusty pink panties and took a seat on the toilet, the crotch of her panties slapped Allyson in the face.

They were damp. They smelled of pleasure. She must have had some fun on the couch or possibly in her bed, Allyson was aware that Brittany had brought with her horror films, and the little she knew about Helena was that horror got her going.

She stood up, and Allyson watched as she wiped her sex with a small wad of toilet paper.

Helena looked down at Allyson, the wad still between her vaginal lips, her fingers slowly tightened their grip on the wad, tightened her fingers until the tendons in her wrist stood out like the strings on a guitar. "Does this excite you? Watching someone wipe themselves?"

Allyson didn't answer her and instead allowed Helena to squat down, one foot on her chest and the other on the floor. She took the urine-stained toilet paper wad and shoved it at Allyson's nose, forcing her to breathe in the smell of her urine. Helena used her foot and pushed on Allyson's belly.

Allyson gasped at the sudden pressure, and her mouth was then filled with the wad, and now she could smell and taste the waste of her Mistress's sister. "Helena!"

Helena stood erect at the sudden snapped voice. That twang belonged to Brittany. "Am I not allowed to have fun with this one?"

Miss. Brittany eyed Allyson, her blue eyes were like transparent agate marbles. "No, but this isn't how we play with such a lowly slave," said Brittany, bending down and caressing Allyson's face. "I'll show you exactly how to break a slave like her in a few hours."

Allyson made no sound; but if a person could moan silently, then she made such a moan. Her tongue poked and prodded each wrinkle of the wad in her mouth, she could taste the hot sticky substance, and the stinging flavour of her urine, as excitement began to bubble up. She was going to be broken.

Helena reached down to remove the wad. "No, leave it!" Snapped Brittany. "It's what a slave like her deserves."

The two sisters left the room, again turning off the light leaving Allyson to suckle a wad of urine and cum soaked toilet paper while the toilet so close to her was still steaming with urine.

She had no source of time, all she knew it was still night, that much she could tell from the small window in the shower, so maybe it had been a few hours or maybe not when Brittany hurried into the bathroom, ripping her pink panties down and sitting on the toilet.

She pulled them to her ankles, almost as if to smother Allyson in the fabric of her cotton panties, she heard things plop and splash, and her nose was filled with a foul odour.

She sucked on her lips, afraid of what was coming next, she wanted to cry out from the terror, but she kept herself in line to not make things worse.

The panties were lifted from her face.

"Open your mouth!" She snapped to her.

She did as told, and the wad was picked out of her mouth.

A new wad came down to her mouth, this one had a smear of deep chocolate, but she knew better, that wasn't chocolate.

Allyson was stunned. Her mouth was filled with the wad, her tongue recoiling from the taste and thick texture of the feces.

"This is how you break a slave, Helena," Brittany said to Helena. "She deserves nothing more than the things my body rejects."

She whimpered against the wad. Her tongue was pushing the smear of brown to her lips.

"Oh, does Slave want more? I haven't flushed yet."

Allyson's mouth was dry and sour. "Please, Mistress."

Brittany left the toilet unflushed, turned the light off and left the room once more.