I'm woken up early by instep, who tells me he has to leave. I give him a kiss and rub his cock, which still seems to be hard, then fall back asleep in seconds. Rather later, I'm in the nice dreamy stage of waking up when Bianca taps on the door and walks in. She's naked and she really does have a lovely body, if a little skinny for my taste.
"Hi Pauline", she says (I'm going to stop trying to write down the way she talks, it's too hard), "sleep well? Hey, thanks for getting me together with your friend. He's really nice, even if he is a bit kinky. Do you mind, you know, if we talk a bit?". Well, of course not. She comes and sits on the bed. She tells me that they talked and fucked way into the night. "This morning", she says, "just before he left, he nibbled on my toes until I was nearly screaming. I never knew feet could be sexy". I'm happy for instep, because he's really very shy, the fetish world has been a kind of escape for him but I've never known him have an actual girlfriend. After she's chatted to me for a few minutes, I say, "You're getting cold. Get under the duvet and warm yourself up." She climbs in without hesitating, and I take her in my arms to warm her. Her skin is cold and I can feel her bones against my rather more ample flesh. I just hold her like this for a while, in silence. The next thing she says is, "'Ere, you are a lezzy, ain't ya?"
I smile at her. "No, I'm not a lezzy. I like just about anything, with just about anyone. It's lovely hugging you like this and feeling you warming up against me. I love having a big cock inside me, thrusting inside me, it makes me come every time. I love being full of cum and feeling it dripping down my thighs. I love giving a blow job, feeling that big cock inside my mouth and then the taste and feel when he comes. I love it when anyone gives me head, but women mostly do it better - men are mostly fairly hopeless at it, aren't they?" She nods and grins. "And I love the smell and feel and taste of pussy. And I love it up the back, too. Now, did I miss anything?" I decide it's better not to strengthen my case by telling her I'd fucked the two men in her recent life within a couple of hours last night. And I don't want to frighten her by talking about messy stuff. Yet. Then she was really shocked. "What, you mean you do it with men and women? You like both? I never knew there was really anyone like that, I fought it was just, like, film stars an' stuff!" She is really naive. We chat some more about sex and sexuality, as I hold her tight and caress her back and her bottom.
"What's it like, you know, to take it in the bum? I mean, I've never done it. Does it feel good?" I can't resist. I offer to show her, using a strap-on. "It's not really as good as the real thing, but it's close. You can't really feel it when he comes anyway." She giggles but eventually she says, "Oh, go on then." So I get my favourite strap-on, nice and thick but not huge, and I explain that I'll have to lube her a bit or else it will hurt. She's up on her knees, her bum pointed upwards and her legs spread sexily. I tell her the best lube is saliva, and I spread her cheeks with my hands and lick carefully around her anus. Heaven! She's fairly clean, but she still has a nice animal taste as I push my tongue into her. Then I cover the dildo in spit, and very gently push it into her. I warn her that it will hurt at first. She opens up gradually, until I can gently insert the whole length. She cries out then starts to moan with pleasure as I thrust in and out of her. "Rub yourself", I whisper, and she takes her right hand to herself. I carry on thrusting, adapting my rhythm to her pleasure, until she starts to come, screaming and no doubt clenching on the strap-on, which sadly I can't feel. When she has quite finished I withdraw and she flops face-down onto the bed. As I expected, the dildo is covered with smears of shit - she hasn't been yet this morning and must be quite full. Since she can't see me, I lick it clean. Yum. Then I plop down on my back with my legs spread and say, "One good turn deserves another". Soon she brings her face round to me and starts to work. It's only her second time but she's good and I'm hot, and I come quickly.
"So, what's it like to take it in the bum?" I ask.
"Well, it feels kind of weird, like you really want to shit at first. And it did hurt a bit. But then once you started, you know, in and out, it felt good. And when I rubbed myself, it still felt a bit weird, I still felt like I needed a shit, but it was really good too. I wonder if I'll ever find a bloke to do it to me?"
I promise that I might be able to help. "And when you licked me, that was really, like wow, it felt so good. But isn't it kind of dirty and smelly? I mean, that's where shit comes from?"
"Well, no, not exactly. Normally it's pretty clean. It does have a taste of its own, just the way pussy does. It's pretty sexy, in fact. You just need to make sure someone's clean." Of course I didn't dare tell her - not yet anyway - that it's a lot better if they're not quite so clean! We chat for a bit, then I get up to make breakfast. In Bianca's honour, I make "proper" breakfast of orange juice, toast and coffee. Meanwhile she goes off to the bathroom. She spends a long time in there, but when she comes out she is blushing and awkward. "What's up?" I ask. "Oh Pauline, I don't know what to do, it won't, you know, when I try to flush it, and there's, well, you know, it's a mess. I'm ever so sorry." You guessed, I'd fixed the flush so it didn't work.
"Don't worry about that, there's something broken, it often doesn't work. I'll take care of it later".
"But it's, you know, I mean it isn't very nice. I'm ever so sorry."
"Look, don't worry. I was a nurse. I've dealt with much worse than that. Have some breakfast." And the anticipation of pleasures to come!
We're chatting after we've eaten, and Bianca says rather shyly, "Pauline, would you mind if I ate your pussy again? I mean, it was sexy, I'd like to try it again. If it's alright." Well now, that's an offer that would be hard to refuse. I lead her back to my bedroom and lay back with my legs spread. She's a little hesitant, so I spread my labia and point out the lie of the land down there, ending with a finger on my clit. She starts by spreading my inner lips delicately with her tongue, then exploring around my clit. I'm soon hard and thrusting against her, but she withdraws and starts licking the whole length of my inner lips with the flat of her tongue, up and down, a real tease, tugging at my labia rings every time her tongue passes. Then she's back on my clit, but when I'm just starting to tense to come, she drops down and thrusts her tongue deep inside me, rolling it around inside, teasing me with the tip. My God, she's good. It's hard to believe this is only the second time she's ever done it. I'm just on the edge when she takes her tongue out, pushes her hands under my bottom, and starts licking around my anus. I'm ready to explode when she forces her tongue into me, I can feel her breathing hard and she's nearly as turned on as I am. When she moves her finger round to my hard clit, I do explode at the first touch. She keeps her tongue deep inside me until I've completely finished. I'm exhausted, but when she rolls over and starts to rub herself I go down on her, teasing her with my flat tongue as she teased me and pushing my fingers deep into her pussy and her anus. I play with her for a while before moving my tongue to her clit and pushing more fingers into her pussy. When she's done and I take my fingers back, as I hoped she is not very clean and I can suck her taste off my finger, a foretaste of what is to come. Yum.
When we're relaxing together I tell her I can't believe she's never eaten pussy before. "I'd never even thought about it before. I suppose I just thought it was weird and kinky. But it's not, it's great. You're right, it's not the same without a cock inside, but it's good. And when I do it to you, I just, you know, imagine how it would feel on me. And licking, you know, behind, you're right, it does taste kind of funny but it's nice too, in fact it really turned me on. And when you stuck all your fingers in me, and one up my ass, that was, well, amazing. Hey, you don't think I'm kinky, do you, I mean, too much, you know? I'm not disgusting or nothing?" Well, my love, if only you knew. Of course not, I tell her. Soon she says she has to leave for work, so I offer to run her home. I'm already thinking that with a little coaching this girl could really be something, so I suggest we get together for a drink and dinner on Friday night. She accepts, and I drop her off at her Mum's place. I can hardly wait to get back home to the treat that is waiting for me.
I've been giving myself little rubs all the way home, and I nearly run up the stairs, throwing off the flip-flops, leggings and tee-shirt that I put on to drive. In the bowl is the evidence of Bianca's little problem with the flush, two large turds, some smaller pieces, and a ball of soiled toilet paper. I lift the larger turd and hold it to my nose and mouth, savouring the smell and thinking of her tongue inside me, and of the taste of her little rosebud anus. I lick it, then bite off a piece and roll it round inside my mouth. The taste is not quite what I was expecting, but it is good to feel that unique, intense bitterness. Mmmm. These days I don't often do this, eating shit from complete strangers. As usual I feel a mixture of self-disgust and intense, overwhelming arousal, thinking of her beautiful skinny body as I taste her most intimate product. I rub the turd over my cunt, pushing some inside me as I swallow. All too soon it is all gone, most in my belly but quite a bit smeared on my cunt, my tits and my belly. The other turd I put in a dish for an idea I have for later. I savour the small pieces, relishing the little pieces of half-chewed food that have passed through her gut, rubbing some over my tits. I'm more and more disgusted with myself as I rub my clit through the slimy mess. Finally, since nothing else is left, I take the little ball of paper and put it in my mouth, sucking the taste from it. This is vile enough to bring me to another orgasm, sobbing in pleasure through the wet paper. One sad thing about toilet scavenging like this is that the piss is too diluted to be interesting, so I fill a glass with my own and gulp it down. Finally I shit, the first of the day, onto a plate - I'll be keeping this for later too. I clean myself up with my fingers, licking them clean so my belly has a mixture of Bianca's taste and my own. Mmmm. Wonderful. Now I'm really all set for the day.
It's too chilly to stay naked all day, so I throw on a cotton robe (a quid in rather dubious condition from the charity shop, and now nicely covered in my own messes) over my shit-covered skin. I sit at my computer, licking round my mouth at the shit that still covers my lips, bringing my diary up to date and working on various odds and ends. I feel thoroughly sick now, the foul bitter taste filling my gut. I'm as aroused as anything. After a couple of hours I go back into the bathroom and, with the help of a finger in my throat, throw up over the floor, a fountain of dark brown shit-puke that cascades over my knees and the floor. I pick up handfuls of it and rub them into my tits, washing away the dried shit from earlier. Listening to the dom in my head, I kneel right down and lick up mouthfuls from the floor, relishing the mixture of bitter and sour, the remains of my normal breakfast mixed in with the foulness. I smear some on my cunt and start rubbing and - well, you can guess the rest. I'm now in a really terrible mess, covered in fresh shit-puke and dried shit. Yum. For now I pull the robe around me again and wander out to the kitchen. I'm hungry now. There's some dried up curry from Monday which I mix with some slops - I notice some mould growing on them now - and then top off with just a tiny piece of Bianca's remaining turd, stirring it all up and eating it from a plate on the floor. I'm really in a messy mood today.
I'll have a visitor later in the afternoon, bowl, a true toilet slave. By that I mean he isn't into pain, just toilet stuff. He was one of the first I trained. I need to get ready for him. He's also into body worship, so I decide to stay in the same deliciously messy state and let him lick me clean. By the time he shows up, I'm wearing a one-piece body stocking. I clean up my face but leave the rest of my body the way it was. When I open the door I see his nose wrinkle, actually the place must really stink although I don't really notice it any more. But soon he'll be getting all of it anyway. I make him strip in the street, then take him up to the bathroom and make him kneel in my shit-puke from earlier. By now it has almost dried to a sticky, sickly-sweet mess. My own tongue-traces in it are still visible. I cuff his hands behind his back and tell him to piss. He already has an erection so it takes him a while before it starts to flow, mingling with what is already on the floor. I told him to save himself up for a long time before coming, so it is rich, thick deep yellow piss, mixing with the shit-puke remains. When he is finished I tell him to mix it all up with his tongue and face, then clean the floor up. The stench is particularly strong as everything gets mixed up and brought back to life by the fresh piss. I stand and watch him for a while, slurping up the foulness, crouched awkwardly and shuffling round on his knees. I take some of the slush in my hand and use it to wank him, until he is throbbing and ready to come. I'm crouching in the mess, feeling it seeping through the nylon and between my toes. Then I sit cross-legged on the toilet, watching him and waiting for him to finish.
Eventually most of the mess is where it belongs, in his belly. His face as well as his knees and legs are all smeared with the stuff. I send him to the kitchen to fetch a rag and a bowl of water. Of course it's a struggle for him with his hands behind his back, but he returns with it. It's time now for his hood - I wanted to to get his face really messy first - so I slip over his head a thin rubber hood, with small eye openings and a big mouth opening that leaves his lips free. I stuff the rag into his mouth so he can finish cleaning up, and I leave him for a while as I relax. I want him to have time to appreciate what now fills his belly, the mixture of Bianca's shit, my vomit, and his own piss. Of course I haven't told him where it all came from, so his imagination can run wild over that. After half an hour or so, I return carrying the plate of my shit from earlier, which I empty on the floor in front of him.
"What do you want now, bowl?", I ask.
"Please Mistress, I beg to be allowed to eat your precious gift of shit."
I make him beg for a while, describing to me the pleasure of eating my gift, of the taste and texture and the feeling when it is in his belly and his mouth is filled with it. Finally I hold the plate so he can lick it clean, lick the traces of brown and the tiny particles that still cling to it. I press my stockinged feet into the little pile on the floor, flexing my toes and feeling it ooze between them. I love it. Because it has been standing all day, the outside has formed a kind of crust, while the inside has started to turn to liquid. I sit back on the toilet, holding my feet off the ground so he can clean them for me. He closes his mouth around my toes, his tongue pressing the nylon between them, sucking them and cleaning them. It feels wonderful. I let him work on my toes and feet for a long time, until they must be really quite clean. Then I give him permission to eat what remains on the floor, licking it up carefully. When he has finished he kneels up, his face smeared. I tell him that I have a special treat for him, an offering from a girlfriend. I produce what Bianca left in the toilet when she couldn't flush it. His mouth droops, even with the hood, and even his cock droops a bit.
"Some problem?", I say.
"Mistress, please, I'm sorry, but, if it isn't yours, it isn't the same...", he pleads.
"If you ever want to taste my shit again, you filthy toilet slave, you'll eat what you're told. Now savour it, think of my girlfriend as you lick it, as you take tiny morsels into your mouth and roll them around before you swallow them. Think of her when it's nearly all gone and your belly is full of her shit, and you just have a last trace in your mouth. Make the most of it, because if you don't, you'll never come here again."
He starts, hesitantly, running his tongue along it. I push his head down, squeezing it over his lips. Soon he is doing as I say, taking tiny pieces that soften up under his tongue. His cock is reacting and despite his revulsion - or because of it - he is soon hard again. I take a little in my hand and smear it around his cock, wanking him one more time until I see his pre-come seeping out.
"Want to come now, toilet slut?"
He nods, almost imperceptibly. If he comes now it will be harder for him later, but that's his problem. I carry on, a few more strokes, and he spurts all over the place, covering my hand and crying out. Before he has even finished I have my shit and cum covered hand at his mouth, ordering him to lick me clean. Then I pick up what is left of Bianca's present and push it into his mouth, smearing it round his lips, holding it there until he swallows and licks my hand clean. I leave him on his knees one more time, now full of Bianca's turd and no doubt feeling revolted and full of self-disgust now that he has come. I let the best part of an hour pass before I return to him, still exactly as I have left him, a few drops of cum on the floor. His erection has returned, and I know that he is waiting for the biggest treat of all, taking my shit directly from me.
"Now beg for what you really want", I tell him.
"Please Mistress, I beg you, allow me the gift of your shit, let me take it straight from you."
First I make him worship my body, licking the now-dry shit puke from my belly and tits. I love the feel of his tongue on my body, gradually dislodging the filth from my skin. When I'm clean - mostly anyway - I let him have what he wants most. I position myself on a low table, my knees spread and my bottom sticking up behind me, my cheeks spreads and my anus exposed. I let him put his mouth over me, then I push and gradually slide a long turd into his waiting mouth. It eases out nice and slowly, followed by another softer one and then some semi-liquid. I stop myself there, even though I can feel that there is more to come, and let him lick me completely clean. Then I have him lie on the floor. He has a huge erection, and I squat over him and let the last of my shit fall onto his cock before letting him have a final wank. His cum spurts everywhere, even splashing up onto me. When he is exhausted, I drop my weight down onto him and smear the messy mixture of cum and shit around, then press myself down over his face. He is exhausted and just wants to rest, but I make him lick me clean one more time, gagging now on the taste and sliding into self-disgust one more time. I piss over his face and into his open mouth to give him a change of taste, then leave him to clean up and dress again.
He leaves the flat without saying any more to me. Once he has gone, I feel even messier than usual. It has been a very messy day, starting with Bianca and her little accident, and I feel very turned on by it all. I decide to go out and see what I can do about some serious messy eating. It's raining again, typical English drizzle, so I put on my raincoat (the same one I described on Tuesday) and a pair of strappy sandals, and go out for a walk. I love the feeling of the rain seeping through my tights, still dirty from my little game with bowl, dissolving the ooze between my toes and squelching around my feet. Although bowl licked me clean, he didn't really do that good a job so my cunt is still smeared with shit and his cum. After I've been walking for ten minutes or so I feel really randy. I lean against a wall and slip my hand inside my coat, rubbing myself through the open crotch of my body suit. I manage to stop before I come, licking the taste off my fingers. I get as far as some shops, but I don't find anything interesting. It's a bit disappointing but I've enjoyed the walk and I love the feeling of my skin, protected only by the thin nylon, rubbing against the coat as I walk. I pull the top down, letting my tits rub directly against the rough cloth. Just as I'm about to turn around and head home, a guy comes up and makes what the papers call an indecent proposition. He's about thirty, looks like he works on the roads or something, and had a bit to drink but not too much. It's been a while since he has had a bath, for sure. I don't know what he's expecting, but I start to rub his cock through his dirty trousers. I'm not surprised that he starts to mumble some kind of protest, as though I was attacking him, but his cock reacts nicely anyway. I tug him into a doorway and open his fly, pulling out his cock, then wank him until he's about ready to come. I drop down on my knees on the wet pavement and take his unwashed cock in my mouth until he comes, filling my mouth. I leave him still shocked, his now-droopy cock hanging out of his trousers, and set off back home, the salty taste of his cum still in my mouth.
I return home still hungry but feeling sexier than ever. Luckily I still have some slops in the fridge. I take them downstairs to the back yard and throw them on the ground, then kneel down and lick them from the wet, dirty concrete. In my mind an evil sadist is telling me I have to do this or have my cunt ripped open. As I swallow the greasy mixture my hand goes to my pussy, and this time I don't even try to resist. I come noisily as I swallow the last mouthful. I realise that I'm actually pretty cold and wet, so I go back upstairs and run myself a hot bath. Afterwards I watch TV for a while, feeling sexy and contented and thinking messy thoughts until it's time to go to bed.