Just a fair warning to those following this story. This segment contains some pretty graphic details relating to scat. It's not extreme to the point that it involves all out ingestion, smearing or any of the other messier parts of the fetish, but it does involve some very detailed toilet voyeur. If that isn't your jam, then I don't recommend reading this part of the story. For those who have been reading, I would like to express my gratitude and especially to those taking the time to vote and comment. Your votes motivate me to continue writing and your opinions matter because they sometimes influence where the story goes.
It was 5:30 am and like the previous two days after going down on Bella at work, Ethan was at the gym doing leg presses as a part of his lower body routine. He had spent a couple of hours the night before watching various Youtube videos sent to him by Bella to ensure that he was using proper form in different weight lifting routines to stave off injury. Much to his surprise, Ethan found it to be a great outlet for his anxiety and stress. Though he was still sore from doing his upper body routine from two days before, it was a good sore. He felt more calm and relaxed everyday he had done it. And it had even improved his sleep and filled him with a sense of accomplishment. He couldn't help but be amused at the irony of it all. He had always been a disappointment to his father throughout his childhood for not being more in touch with his physical side by embracing sports. In those days, the only pursuits that interested him were books and video games.
Bella was forcing his hand on the issue and while he was resentful at first, he couldn't deny the fact that it was already making him feel better about himself. He was even thinking of taken these physical pursuits further by enrolling in a Ju Jitsu class that was offered at the gym twice a week. The scenery at the gym wasn't too bad either. Despite the early hour, there were a couple of very fit and very attractive girls that looked to be in their early twenties that had been there every day at the same time he was that he couldn't help but ogle between sets. One of them was a gorgeous brunette and her workout partner was a cute redhead. The girls had been giggling with each other earlier when they caught him watching one of them do squats, which made him blush and turn away quickly.
This was again, uncharted territory for Ethan who wasn't used to girls his age giving him anymore than an indifferent glance. These two however, seemed to revel in his attention. But he tried his best to avoid looking in their direction again as he had no idea how he would even begin to carry on a conversation with them. He had only ever embarrassed himself in front of girls his age before and while he was looking to put an end to that streak, he wasn't quite ready to take that step today. But either out of pure coincidence or them actively trying to get his attention, the girls seemed to be making use of weights or equipment within reasonably close proximity of where he was working out at every turn. Luckily, Ethan didn't have time to speculate which one it was as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. At just past 6 in the morning, it could only be one person.
"My place @ 6:30, Frap in hand. Don't be late, slave" Bella's text read.
On one hand, Ethan was annoyed because being on time meant leaving now, and leaving now meant cutting his workout short. But on the other hand, he was also relieved because it made a confrontation with the two gym vixens less likely for at least another day. He quickly grabbed his gym bag and his water thermos and made his way towards the exit. He glanced slightly to his left to see the girls watching him leave. He did the only thing that he could think of given his lack of experience with the fairer sex and winked at them with a confidence that even surprised him and made them both smile. Even a gesture so small was a monumental accomplishment for a nerd who couldn't even make eye contact with an attractive woman little more than a week ago.
The only downside was that the girls responding to his gesture like that was making his cock throb in his shorts. Bella had spent the entire day they were out shopping two days before relentlessly teasing his cock and in the interest of adhering to her rule number 3, Ethan had avoided watching porn or touching his dick for any other reason than having a piss when nature called. He had never gone more than two or three days at a time without jerking off since he discovered masturbation, and he was beginning to feel more and more anxious about it with each passing hour. He had hoped that his making Bella orgasm so hard with his newly discovered oral skills might buy him a release of his own. But since that day, Bella had given him no feedback nor any indication that he would be allowed to FAP anytime soon. But she had been slightly less harsh with him, which he took to be a sign of progress.
Ethan tentatively knocked on Bella's door at 6;28 am with her frappacino in one hand and his gym bag in the other. Bella opened the door and looked him up and down and smirked while she grabbed her frap. She looked gorgeous as usual. She was wearing black yoga tights that showed off her curvy figure perfectly and a white training bra. She wasn't wearing any make-up, not that she needed it, and her hair was done up in a ponytail. She walked away without a word, leaving the door open. Ethan dutifully walked in, closed the door behind him and followed her into the apartment's living room where she sat down on a sofa and took a swig of her drink.
"Have a seat, slave," Bella said patting the cushion directly next to her.
Ethan could feel his heart rate increase and his nerves hit a fever pitch. Her restraint scared him almost as much as her temper as she gave no overt indications of what she was thinking or where she was emotionally. Was she happy with him or had she found something new to be pissed off at him about? He wondered. He brushed these questions aside and anxiously sat next to her. A few more agonizing seconds went by before Bella finally spoke again.
"I can't deny that you've impressed me lately, slave..." Bella said as she again regarded him up and down.
Ethan was beginning to feel a sense of relief until another awkward silence ensued. He began wincing internally at what he expected to be a "but." And her silence continued for so long that he was beginning to wonder whether she was expecting some kind of response from him. But just as he was about to respond, Bella spoke again.
"...Your posture has improved. By the looks of it, you've taken your diet and weight training seriously..." She said as she lightly brushed her fingers down some veins bulging on his arm, causing goose bumps to form. And she leaned up to his ear to whisper.
"...And just thinking about how hard you made me cum the other day has made my pussy throb and get as wet as a rain forest more than a few times since..." Bella cooed as she saw the hair on his neck start stand up and the outline of his cock began to forming in his shorts. Ethan's heart was racing. She knew just how to push his buttons and loved how he seemed to melt and swoon over her whenever she did.
"...That said..." Bella said as she lightly bit on his earlobe and dragged her teeth down until they slipped off and making Ethan gasp. His cock felt like it was gonna bust straight through the confines of his cotton briefs.
"...I think you deserve a bit of a reward for working so hard to please your Mistress..." Bella said seductively.
"...But before we get to that. There are some things we need to talk about," she said as she took a long sip of her frappacino. Bella's stomach growled after her last sip but neither her or Ethan acknowledged it. Bella stood up and paced in front of him
"I'm gonna need you to take some pics of me for my OnlyFans. I was thinking of doing some lewd lingerie pics and maybe some nudes." Bella said casually and stopped her pacing to watch him. Ethan's shock must've shown because Bella couldn't help but giggle at his reaction.
"Yes, I have an OnlyFans. You're now the only other person in the world who knows about it now. And you should consider yourself privileged cuz not even my roommates or Tracy know about this and I expect you to keep it that way, understood?" Bella said with authority.
"Yes, Mistress," Ethan said despite all the questions that were now racing through his mind. How long had she been doing this? What type of content had she done? How many followers did she have? How much money was she making? He was dying to see her profile and how she presented herself. He deduced that she must keep her content faceless for the sake of remaining anonymous.
Bella could see that his mind was spinning and giggled. "I'm sure you have loads of questions and I might have a mind to answer some of them later. But for now, I need a guy's opinion on some lingerie I'm gonna wear for the pics we're going to take. So just wait here," Bella said before leaving the room and disappearing down the hallway.
Ethan killed the few minutes Bella was gone looking at social media on his phone and checking his email. He was just finishing clearing out his spam mail when he heard Bella clear her throat. When Ethan looked up, his jaw dropped. Bella stood with her hands on her hips wearing a see-through black lace baby doll set and a black thong underneath. Her hair was down and she stared at him intensely with "fuck me" eyes. Ethan could feel his cock throb in his shorts.
"I'd ask you what you think, but from the looks of it, you clearly like what you see," Bella said giggling as she stared at the palpable bulge in the seat of his shorts. She threw a couple of other folded up lingerie sets down on a chair in the living room and gave Ethan a "come hither" gesture. Ethan sprang up and moved towards her so quickly that she wondered if he was going to tackle and ravage her right there.
"Whoa there, slave. Control yourself. We've only just started," Bella said with a giggle as she handed him her phone.
"So I'm gonna do a series of poses and I want you to make sure you snap several shots with each pose. I'll go through and choose the best ones later, understood?" Bella said as she walked over to an empty space in the corner of the living room without bothering to wait for a response.
In her first pose, she bent over with her back to the camera, keeping her legs straight and glancing around to the side of her leg with her pinky finger to her lips with a look of innocence. Ethan unconsciously began drooling down his shirt as he ogled her beautiful curves.
"Hey! Remember why we're doing this." Bella said authoritatively. Ethan immediately snapped back to attention and dutifully took several shots while Bella changed her position numerous times. It occurred to Ethan that she was changing her movements as though she were being filmed rather than being photographed and it wasn't happening unconsciously. She was doing it by design to tease him. She took the teasing to a new level when he finished taking the shots and walked over to where she had thrown the other sets of lingerie and began slowly stripping directly in front of him.
"So how do those shots look?" Bella said as she slowly bent down as she lowered her thong. Ethan could feel his heart racing as Bella exposed her glistening pussy and her puckered little butthole as she peered back at him biting her lower lip.
SLAVE! Bella shouted, startling Ethan.
"Y-yes, Mistress. Ethan stammered as he tried to focus on her face rather than her exposed holes.
