Sunday, the day of rest. And I certainly need it. It's been a load of fun with Bianca, and I'm looking forward to seeing her lots more, but for now I need to rest. Even my pussy is protesting. I laze around in bed until late in the morning. I keep some yoghurt stuff for pussy problems, and eventually she's itching so much that I go and get it and start pushing it into myself, first with one finger, then two, then three. Mmmm, even the itching feels good when I do that. But it feels like I'll never want to come again, it just feels nice to have those fingers in me. I piss and shit lazily into my chamber pot, wondering what to do with it. The phone rings. It's Anna! Anna, my best friend, my lover, the nearest thing I have to a partner in life (although we go for days and weeks without seeing each other). And Anna, my cruel dominatrix when she wants to be, which is quite often. She's a nurse, and I can never remember when she is working, but today she's free, and do I want to go round for lunch? Yes! How to dress? With Anna I'm always the submissive, the slave, it just feels so natural, so I think of something that will really put me in the mood. Eventually I settle on red vinyl tight hot-pants with a matching halter top, my big tits and my fat bum stretching everything to the limit. Since it's not very warm I wear a pair of bright red tights - open at the crotch, of course, but that's hidden under the hot-pants. With that, a pair of high-heel clear plastic tart mules, and I'm ready to go. Oh, and under the hot pants, I put a couple of nasty sharp little electrical clips on my labia, to tease me and make me a slave while I'm on my way, and a rather generous dildo. Ideally I'd walk there or take the bus, it feels like the right thing for a slave, but it's a long way and the buses are hopeless on Sunday, so I drive. But as a compromise I park about ten minutes from Anna's place, and walk the rest. It's difficult to walk in the mules, apart from the heels they keep slipping off, and concentrating on them makes the clips tug at my labia. And of course the dildo is twisting round inside me. The streets are fairly empty but not surprisingly, everyone who sees me stares, the women with disapproval or maybe a touch of envy or pity, the men with unconcealed lust. I get a couple of propositions, and one guy I take into a doorway down an alley and give him a blowjob. It only takes a couple of minutes, and while I don't actually need the twenty quid he gives me, it's always welcome. I finish my walk with the taste and feel of cum in my mouth adding to the discomfort in my feet, legs and pussy.
Anna is waiting for me, wearing just a bathrobe. "You little tart, Pauline. I bet you've been up to no good. I bet I'll have to punish you". Oh my god. My pussy liquefies as she says it. Soon I'm on my knees, worshipping my lovely Anna, kissing and licking and nibbling at her pussy and her thighs and her feet and her tits and everywhere. She doesn't want to come just yet, and soon it's time for lunch. Anna wants to chat, so we sit together at the table just like any normal couple, eating the meal that she has prepared, with a bottle of wine. I'm still dressed in my tart outfit of course, with the dildo inside me. The clips are really beginning to hurt, but since I haven't told Anna I'm wearing them, I can't easily take them off. This makes me fidget quite a bit, and I see that Anna notices although she says nothing. My pussy is itchier than ever, although strangely the dildo helps since I can twist it around inside me - almost like scratching. We talk about all the usual kinds of things, mutual friends and what we've been up to, and goings on at the hospital where Anna works and where I worked for quite a long time too. She tells me about Jim, a guy she's fucking fairly regularly at the moment. "He's got a huge cock, and if I let him rough me about a bit, he's a fantastic fuck. Not much to talk to, but then that's not the idea, is it?" Anna has a pretty low opinion of men for anything but sex, despite working with some of the country's top surgeons - or maybe because of it. I find it hard to imagine her letting anyone rough her about even slightly, she's a natural dominant and she loves it too. But there are two sides to everybody. Naturally I tell her all about Bianca, finishing with our threesome last night, what I can remember of it anyway.
Lunch is over, and I'm ready for my treat. I'm laying on my back on the bathroom floor, still dressed, with Anna crouched over my face. A bowl of her warm piss waits beside me, for later. I lick lustfully at her anus, pushing my tongue into her, teasing her, until I feel the pucker that tells me my dessert is on its way. First she lets out a long, stinky fart, her sphincter flapping in the gale. Then I open wide, and a long turd slithers slowly from her and into my waiting mouth. I swallow as fast as I can, savouring the intense bitterness and the texture, a mixture of slimy and grittiness. Another follows, and another, softer. She is caressing my cunt through my hot pants as I take her shit into me. When she has finished, she kneels, pressing herself against me so I can lick her completely clean. Once she's clean, I lick elsewhere, and this time she lets me make her come, pressing her cunt down on my face, screaming and squirming. When she has finished she unzips my hot pants - the zip conveniently goes right round the back. Now of course she will discover the clips and the dildo. Not that they'll be any surprise for her.
"Oh Pauline, what have we got here?" She tugs at the clips, twisting and tweaking them so that I cry out, despite her pussy pressing on my mouth. "These must really hurt". They do, now. "I would never have made you wear something like this. Still, now I know you like it, well, that opens all sorts of possibilities". I think I'm going to regret this. Well, maybe not. She bends over and starts to lick at my pussy, but she quickly sits up again. "What on earth have you been doing? You're really in a bad way down here. Here, taste yourself." She yanks the dildo out of me and, twisting round, pushes it into my mouth. Even through the richness of her shit that is still everywhere in my mouth, I can tell that things aren't right. In place of my pussy's usual taste is a mixture of blood, yeast and other things. "It tastes to me like you've let someone vomit shit into your cunt". Oops. So much for secrets. I admit it. "Oh Pauline, even you have to be a little bit careful. Just because you've got a cast-iron pussy, doesn't mean you can do just absolutely everything. I'm going to have to take care of you, aren't I? You silly cow." I don't know what she means, but she hops up. She's right about my cast-iron pussy, there aren't many girls can let shit anywhere near but I never have any trouble. I guess I must have gone a bit too far this time though.
Anna reappears brandishing a bottle and something else that I can't quite see. She squats down over my face again. I scream. My cunt is on fire. "Anna, what the fuck are you doing?" She shows me a bottle brush, getting on for an inch across. "This stuff will sort you out but it has to be applied vigourously. It says so. So I'm applying it vigourously. Keep still and be quiet while I scrub your cunt with this brush." She laughs, I'd swear she laughs sadistically like a B-movie villain. She thrusts the brush back in me and scrubs around with it. I'm sobbing in pain even though she has pressed herself down on me and I can't really breathe. Finally she yanks it out and I think it's over, but she's just putting more torture juice on the brush. She repeats this torture four or five times. By then I'm a mass of tears, sobbing in pain. I'm not into heavy pain, a good spanking or a caning or some clips are fine but this is much worse.
"Now you'll have to really go easy on her for a few days. I know that hurt, but it's the only cure, and anyway, you deserved it, you little slut. You're impossible. It's a good job I love you. No fucking for three days. This is your doctor speaking. No shit in her. And no shit puke in her, ever, ever again. Got it?"
Oh dear. That's going to be a dull three days. Still, she didn't say anything about wanking. And come to think of it, my ass is still in perfectly good shape. I'll manage. And anyway, almost without pausing for breath, I feel Anna's mouth pressing on my pussy, her tongue working on me. She's managing to lick my clit and squeeze those little clips into me with her lips, all at the same time. It hurts and it feels good and... I start to come. Then, my god, it hurts. The bitch has ripped one of the clips off my labia, and put it right on the tip of my clit. I'm on fire again, bucking and twisting and screaming and coming all at once. I don't exactly stop, but eventually my sobbing kind of stabilises, and she takes both the clips off me, then twists around and gives me a big kiss. Like she always does, she licks the remains of the shit out of my mouth, savouring her own taste. Then we're back in bed, hugging and cuddling. I don't think I've ever had quite such an explosive orgasm.
Not for long though. Soon she has me up again. "Pity about this dildo", she says. "I suppose I'll just have to stick it in your bum". Which she does, after licking it. It was just a nice size in my pussy, but as a butt plug it's on the big side and quite uncomfortable. "You know, I didn't expect you to come here like that, I was expecting you in jeans or one of your fat cow get-ups or something. But since you want to be a whore, you can be my slave whore for the afternoon. There's lots needs doing."
"Anna, just the thought of being your slave makes me go all runny inside."
"Good. Well, you really shouldn't wear those clips on your cunt, the state you're in." That's a relief, it would have really hurt to wear them for much longer, especially after she tugged at them. "So you can wear them on your big tits instead". She pulls down my red plastic top and quickly pops one clip on each of my big nipples. I scream. My nipples are very sensitive, even normal nipple clips are about as much as I can bear. "Please Anna, no, I don't think I'll be able to stand it". She puts her hands over my tits from behind and crushes them, burying the clips into the soft flesh and tearing at the nipples. I scream louder and start to sob. It really is unbearable. "Well my little pain slut, you'll soon find out, won't you? Because you're like this for the afternoon now. Remember how you treat your own slaves? What's good for the goose, eh?" She laughs, her villain laugh again. My god, I love her.
She soon has me started on her chores and housework. By now I have a thick rubber hood as well, in bright red to match my outfit, and a huge ball gag that she has strapped in as tight as she can. Tottering round in my heels I clean the place up, I even do the dishes and stuff from lunch. I don't even do that for myself! I'd never do this for anyone but Anna, it would be a complete turn-off, but for her it just feels right and keeps me just nicely turned on. Then I clean her shoes, she lets me remove the gag so I can lick them all over, even the soles and the inside. That's a wonderful sensation, it's like licking an extra-strength concentrate of her feet. The gag goes straight back on though and makes my jaws hurt more than ever. I polish her shoes, then wash her underwear and even do her ironing (which I hate, and which is dangerous for the clothes too since I'm hopeless at it, but still). My feet and legs hurt, my jaws hurt, the big plug is stretching me. But the worst is my tits, especially since every now and then she crushes the clips into them. The last time she did this I couldn't stop myself, piss flooded down me, soaking my tights and making a puddle on the kitchen floor. Then it was "You filthy cow!", and bent over a chair with my little shorts and my tights around my knees, and twenty strokes of a thin little cane - I know because she made me count them out loud. She was really merciless and it really hurt, I was screaming again until she stopped and pushed her fingers inside me, finding my little sensitive spot and teasing me just on the brink of orgasm. The bitch. Then of course, lick the floor clean, and back on with the gag even tighter. She put her hands under my top and removed the clips, ten seconds of utter, unendurable agony, my bowels trying desperately to shit and expel the plug. Then the clips back on, a slightly different position.
I finish my chores literally in tears. I just can't stand the clips any more. Other things hurt too, but the clips are just overwhelming me. Anna is very sympathetic, she keeps saying how strong and brave I am. But the clips stay on. Bitch, bitch, bitch, I hate you, I love you, I love being your whore cunt slave, my pussy is driving me wild even through the pain of the clips. Bitch. Then she says, "OK, that's enough. You can stop now." The gag comes off, then the hated clips. I thank her, babbling, the relief incredible, I kiss her everywhere. She puts me over her bottom, she can't be bothered to figure out what I've made a mess of but she's sure I deserve punishment, and she spanks me until my bottom is on fire again and I'm so wet I can feel it running down my thighs, and then her fingers are in me and on me and this time she does let me come. Then we cuddle up in bed again, and I make love to my darling Anna. My nipples feel like they'll hurt for ever, and my bottom stings and it's covered in marks from the caning. Anna shows me her bottom which is also covered in bruises, and I understand what she meant by "rough stuff". Maybe one day she'll let me cane her - now that really would be something.
We end up having dinner together, sending out for a curry, and spending the night together as well. At bedtime, Anna says to me, "You know, a slut whore like you ought to spend the night standing in her high heels, not tucked up in a cosy bed. And maybe wearing a hood full of shit, to remind her what a piece of filth she is". My heart sinks. I love Anna, I truly do, and I would do absolutely anything she told me, no matter how crazy or humiliating or painful. But I was so much looking forward to spending the night in her arms. Then she says, "But I want you in bed with me, so it'll have to wait for this time". I'm so happy I really burst into tears and fall into her arms, and she laughs and kisses at my tears and we spend all night together in bliss and warmth.
Monday Morning
(I know, this was supposed to be just one week. But the story seems incomplete without what happened on Monday morning, and anyway it was all pretty cool.)
We get up early, Anna has to be at work. She takes a shit, and I'm bursting too. But instead of letting me, she has something very different in mind. "Hands behind your back, pretend you're handcuffed, I don't have time to do it for real", she says. Then she produces the world's most enormous syringe. I know what she is doing now, she has done this to me before, though never when I'm so full. So I'm down on my knees, filling the syringe with her shit using my mouth, my lips around the pile, a big hunk in there, its bitterness filling me but I mustn't swallow, then grasping the syringe with my lips and pushing more shit into it until it is full. When I say enormous, I think this must have been made for giving enemas to elephants. The nozzle is about an inch across, and the body is about nine inches long. Heaven knows where she got it, I never saw one of those when I worked at the hospital. Maybe she knows a vet! Anyway, it's full now, most of her shit is inside it and she lets me lick the rest up for my breakfast. Then she bends me over the table and in a trice she has the syringe pushed right up inside me. She puts the plunger in, and slowly but surely, instead of shit coming out of me, it's being pushed into me, adding to nearly a day's worth that is already filling my bowels. It hurts, it's too much and I can feel my poor insides trying to contract. I'm swelling and bursting and then eventually she yanks the syringe out. Before I can react she shoves my dildo into me, plugging me up. My bowels cramp immediately, trying to expel the double load of shit and the plug too.
"There my love, now you can shit for both of us. Later. I think you should have time to enjoy it".
Then she gives my pussy another spring clean with the brush and the torture juice. It hurts, not quite as badly as yesterday but still enough to bring tears to my eyes. She gives me a little jar of pills to take until things clear up. I'm almost doubled over in pain, but as the minutes pass my insides adjust to their new content and my cunt stops throbbing, and I can stand up with only mild discomfort. Now I need to think about getting home. My tarty outfit was fine yesterday, but not for walking through the streets back to my car at seven in the morning. I ask Anna if I can borrow some of her clothes - they don't fit exactly, but well enough. Her answer is a short, curt "no". I ask her if she'll give me a ride to my car, then.
"Pauline, my love, you're a slut whore, remember? That's what you decided you wanted to be. Slut whores walk around the street dressed in things like red plastic hot pants, not jeans. They don't get rides either. In fact, come to think of it, they don't drive themselves around, either. If you were a proper slut whore you would have walked all the way here, and all the way home too. I think you should walk home, in your tarty outfit. It'll be good for you".
I laugh, and say, "Oh Anna, I couldn't. It'd take me hours". It's true, even in normal shoes it would take ages, London is a big place.
"We'll see", is all she says. Soon we're both ready to leave, me dressed once again in my red vinyl hot pants and halter top, my red tights (which smell a bit of stale piss, since I pissed myself in them yesterday) and my plastic tarty high heels, Anna looking very professional in her matron's uniform. I reach for my bag and she snatches it away from me. "No, my love, you're a slut whore and you're going to walk the streets, all the way home". She's being silly and I say so. She slaps my face, hard. I'm shocked. She's never done that to me before. My cheek stings. "You do what you're told, slut. You walk home, all the way, and no slinking round the back streets either. You'll go down..." and she gives me the precise route to take home. "Now get out".
I totter out as quickly as I can on my heels, before I start to cry. I'll do what she says, my pussy is beginning to enjoy the idea already, but she has never treated me like this before. As I walk towards the main road, following her instructions, I'm really crying and confused. It's a typical London morning, miserable weather, it has rained overnight and will probably rain again later, so although I'm not actually getting wet, it is very chilly and the pavement is wet. My belly is exposed, and my arms and shoulders, and the thin plastic isn't exactly warm even where it does cover me. My arms are covered in goose-bumps.
By the time I get to a busy road, I've regained my composure a bit. I try to strut along quite normally, as though I always walk around like this. It's difficult though, because the mules slip off at every step unless I am very careful, and my legs are starting to hurt, and I have bad cramps from the double-load of shit inside me. I still have the delicious disgusting bitterness of Anna's shit in my mouth and my belly. Deep down I'm cold and miserable and still upset and confused by what happened, so I'm not paying much attention to what's going on. Then I realise a car has pulled alongside me. A middle-aged guy has wound the window down and is talking to me in a kind of loud stage whisper. Well, why not? No, I won't get in his car - I may be crazy but I'm not suicidal. He parks (easy at this time of the morning) and follows me into an alleyway, we agree a price, I open my zipper and give him a knee-trembler. I don't even remember what he looked like, but he gives me forty quid which, since Anna made me leave without any money at all, will come in very handy. So much for three days of abstinence. So now I'm back on the main road, cold, damp and shivering, with cum in my cunt and enough money for a taxi. Trouble is, out here in the suburbs there aren't any, not empty ones anyway. I'm standing at the side of the road looking into the distance, if I'm getting a taxi anyway there's no point in walking, and walking is making my guts really hurt now, as well as my feet and legs. I hear another car pull up behind me, from the opposite direction. More business? It wouldn't be unwelcome, although it's not really the priority right now. I turn around to look. Oh shit. Fuck! It's the police. Just what I don't need, to get arrested for soliciting at seven in the morning. A door opens and a policewoman gets out. She's cute, quite sexy, tall, slim, short brown hair, nice eyes, pretty mouth even though her look right now is a mixture of contempt and pity. I notice all this even though I've seriously got other things on my mind.
"Come on miss, bit early for this isn't it? I think you'd better come with us".
"Look, I'm really sorry, it isn't what you think". Her expression changes to an "oh yeah" look. "I was at a party last night, and, well, I had a big argument with my girlfriend this morning". The first rule of lying is to keep it as close to the truth as possible. At the word "girlfriend" I see her eyebrows raise and maybe her expression soften just a little. Aha! I plunge on. "She threw me out of bed and these were all the clothes I had, I feel like I'm on the game standing here trying to get a taxi, I feel so stupid." I guessed right. Suddenly she's a different person. Her face has softened completely, she now has an intrigued kind of smile. She really looks good, too, in her neatly-pressed police uniform, with a white shirt and her tidy sensible shoes. Maybe I should get a kinky policewoman outfit to go with the kinky nurse.
"Oh, sorry, miss. I s'pose I made a mistake. Look, you can't hang around like that, you'll get raped or something. Where do you live?" I tell her. "Jump in, we'll give you a ride". For the first time in my life, I get a ride in a police car. When we stop outside my place, the policewoman can't believe it. "You really live here? I mean, it doesn't seem like a great place for a girl to live?" I tell her I've lived there for years, that I really like it in its own funny way. She doesn't seem very convinced. "I'd better come in with you, make sure you're all right". Now it's my turn for an "oh yeah" look. I take the spare key from its fairly obvious hiding place, and she follows me upstairs to my flat. "Do you mind if I use your loo? I'm bursting!" Not nearly as much as I am! And now she is really getting me turned on, in her oh-so-clean uniform and her sexy eyes and mouth that I could just imagine covering with kisses, and her neat police shoes that could use just a little lick clean. Problem is, I never got round to doing anything with yesterday morning's shit which is still in my pottie in the bathroom. "Sure, I say, but I need to go first". I dive in, hide it quickly in the cupboard and open the window. And fix the flush of course. A few minutes later she emerges, red faced - she looks so cute. "I'm sorry, I just can't get the flush to work". Suddenly I pretend to spot something on the floor. "Oh look, there it is!" I cry, and leap to the floor, reaching for the imaginary something. Somehow my lips brush her shoes and her leg, just enough for her to notice. I stand up and she is looking very flustered.
"Well look, I'd better go, my colleague's waiting outside. Listen, if you have any trouble, I mean this is a funny area for a girl all alone, well, here's my card, it's got my mobile number too, just give me a call. You know, whenever you want". I get the message. Her card says "WPC Elizabeth so-and-so". "Thanks", I say, "You never know when you'll need someone", with a hint of ambiguity. Maybe WPC Elizabeth and I will see some more of each other. She leaves, with a touch of regret I'd say, and I rush into the toilet to taste her piss. And then to remove my plug. Instantly my bowels empty themselves of their double load, into a huge stinking pile on the floor, a deliciously disgusting mixture of my shit and Anna's which I'll be doing something with later. For now I content myself by cleaning myself up with a finger and licking it clean.
Next thing I see is the message light on my phone. I have five messages, three of them from Anna in tones of increasing urgency and panic. The last one goes something like, "Pauline, you stupid bitch, where the fuck are you? I've looked everywhere. For fuck's sake call me as soon as you get home. I'm worried sick. I'm really sorry, I never meant you to walk home, I came looking for you, I looked everywhere but I couldn't find you. Ring me as soon as you can. I love you, you daft slut bitch."
I call her at work - something I normally never do. The nurse who answers tells me she's busy, not to be disturbed. They're all terrified of her, I certainly was. I tell her it's urgent, a personal emergency. Within seconds she's there. "Thank god you're OK. Look, I'm really sorry. I was just playing a game, I jumped in my car and came to look for you, that's why I gave you those directions. I looked everywhere, I went down all the side streets, I was worried sick. Whatever happened to you? How did you get home so quickly?"
So I tell her, about my "customer" and then the incident with the police, and my new friend WPC Elizabeth. She nearly dies laughing. Anna, I love you. Now I just need to figure out how to get my car and my handbag back. I have a slave coming for the evening and night, the pottie and that huge pile of our shit will be very handy. It's the start of another week.