Had I known this tale would extend beyond one or two episodes, I would have given it a more appropriate title. However, the first step of any adventure is always followed by the unknown. Oh, and if you have not read parts one and two, please note these tales do contain watersports and scat play. If you find such things offensive, please stop reading now. Thank you.
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Still here? Jolly good.
You will recall my stand-in cleaner; Stephanie, the five-nine, auburn-haired, green-eyed vixen. Although she has cleaned on each visit so far, she quickly changed from just cleaner, to piss sex buddy, to mistress.
She was due to take over for three weeks while Kate, my regular cleaner was on holiday. I liked Kate; she was a pretty blonde with big, but not overbearing boobs and the sweetest smile. I had often thought of asking her out but never got the nerve. Now of course there would be no way she would ever go out with me. Not if Stephanie told her what the two of us got up to. And I expected she would.
Yesterday Stephanie left me securely strapped into a pair of my own boxer briefs, on back-to-front so the opening was at the back, fastened at the waist and around the thighs with cable ties. Subsequently since she left, I have had to pee sitting on the loo, soaking the pants each time. I have also been ordered to wank after each visit while thinking of her.
This has made quite a mess of the underwear. I don't know which was worse; that or realising the opening was in the wrong position to shit through, so I had to reach my hand in there and scoop it out.
I don't mind telling you I was counting the minutes until she returned to let me take them off. I should have been grateful for small mercies. What she had planned for today was much, much worse.
As instructed, she had texted me en-route to my house with two orders, I answered the door wearing only my soiled underwear. She stood in the doorway with a wicked smile on her glossy lips. Her tall frame was draped in a pale yellow summer dress that hugged her breasts and waist before flowing out over her hips and cascading down her thighs to just above her knees. Her floral perfume, as intoxicating as ever, assaulted my senses.
She stood there for a moment staring at me. 'Good boy,' she eventually said. 'I have a present for you today.'
'Oh?' I couldn't see anything in her hand other than her attachΓ© case sized handbag.
'Go into the lounge and close your eyes.'
I did as she ordered, listening intently for any hint as to the nature of the surprise. It crossed my mind that it could be two burly blokes here to rob the place. But, for all her deviances, I trusted Stephanie.
Hearing the front door close and only her heels clonking on the wooden floor of the hall I stood in the middle of the lounge, facing the door, eyes closed and waited.
Her perfume caught my sinuses again, this time followed by another smell, one I had become recently over familiar with. Piss and poo. Was she having a dump in my lounge? I could imagine her squatting over the pale carpet and just letting go, a long brown turd curling from between those perfect cheeks into a pile on the floor.
I felt myself getting hard as the image played in my imagination, my cock straining against the tight fabric of my shorts.
'You can open your eyes, Jimmy.' Stephanie said sweetly.
I opened them to see Kate. My beautiful cleaner and friend, standing shame-faced, wearing only a pair of white panties. Her hands dangled by her side and her head was down as she stared at the carpet a few feet in front of her. Once I got over the shock of seeing her here, and in such an obvious submissive state, my eyes focussed on her small, pert little breasts.
Unencumbered by excess weight they defied gravity and pointed straight out at me, as if inviting me to hold them. And how I wanted to do just that. To feel the smooth flesh under my fingers, those firm nipples pushing into the palms of my hands as I caressed them.
I felt Stephanie's breath behind my ear. 'I thought you would like that.'
I opened my mouth to say hello, but Stephanie put her finger on my lips. 'Kate.' She ordered. 'Turn around, slowly.'
Head still bent in embarrassment, Kate complied. That was when I noticed her panties were fastened with cable ties, like my shorts. Only hers had no opening at the back. A large brown stain was smeared all across the back, over both cheeks and right up to the waistband.
When she had completed the three-sixty and was stood facing me again Stephanie reached down and caressed my cock. 'I bet you want to rip a hole in those panties and shove this right inside her, don't you?'
She dropped her handbag onto the sofa and reaching inside, brought out a small pair of pliers. 'Now, if you please me, I will release one of you from your discomfort.
I just nodded, unable to get my mind off of Kate's arse. The smell was beginning to get to me, but I still felt the urge to bury my face between those plump cheeks.
Stephanie let go of my cock and told Kate to get on with the cleaning. Then she fell back casually on the sofa, one long tapered foot dangling over the arm, her head resting on the other. 'I'll have a glass of wine,' She ordered.