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Allison's next step - femdom humil scat physical

Synopsis - In one afternoon a man goes from 'normal' to
full toilet slave when he meets a remarkable young woman
able to overpower him both mentally and physically.  
Heavy on humiliation and female superiority.

Comments greatly appreciated at femdom_fred@yahoo.com .
Thanks!




Chapter 1

Last June I thought that I had slid right into hell.  The 
recession had really taken its toll and I had not earned a 
dime in over a year.   I was already spending my 401Ks to 
say nothing of my kid's college funds.  So, with my career 
on hold I had somehow found myself taking a position as a 
temporary house cleaner.  A maid, lets face it.

One sunny Monday I went to my assignment in Redwood Hills, 
the most expensive neighborhood in the city.  The house was 
an absolute mansion.  Cleaning it was going to be a chore 
but hopefully the people would tip well. I sure needed the 
money.

I rang the bell and was blown away by the sight of the 
woman who answered the door.  She appeared to be in her 
late 30's but was still perfect.  She had luxurious blonde 
hair, tight flawless skin, perfect features including 
radiant blue eyes and the sleek toned athletic body of a 
woman whose work is limited to hours of Pilates or yoga or 
aerobics every day.  She was born beautiful and apparently 
had the time and money to make the most out of her natural 
gifts.  She smiled lightly but confidently as she spoke.

"Hello, I assume that you are Greg the cleaning worker?" 
she asked.  Her voice was rich, confident with a no 
nonsense tone.  This was a woman who knew her place in life 
and was proud of it.  I noticed her choice of words, 
instantly classifying me as a "cleaning worker".  Most of 
my "clients" avoided the type of language in favor of more 
respectful terms but this woman apparently had no problem 
addressing me as a lowly "cleaning worker".

"Let me show you what you will be cleaning for us today" 
she said, bypassing the small talk that usually occurs.  
She strode through the house with me following behind.  She 
was wearing very stylish thin white jeans and her toned 
butt was a true sight to behold.  Somehow I think she 
already knew that.  She showed me the kitchen (where she 
reminded me that I would be scrubbing the floors), the 
living room, and the incredible master bedroom suite (which 
was bigger in itself than any home I had ever lived in).   
All though the house were pictures of herself and a good 
looking guy I assumed to be her husband.  There were also 
pictures of a beautiful young girl, obviously her daughter.  

I quickly realized that her condescending tone was quite 
real and not imagined on my part.  She pointedly informed 
me that I would be hand scrubbing "her toilet" and that she 
wanted it to be really clean.  I couldn't ignore the clear 
arrogance in her tone.  It was another humiliating turn, 
the fact that this rich beautiful trophy wife could treat 
me like that because I needed the money.  But I did.

Chapter 2

"Come along" was her crisp order as she led me down a long 
beautiful hallway to another large bedroom, this one her 
daughter's.  The room was also incredible with a huge bed, 
tons of books, a violin was set up on a beautiful music 
stand by the window.  There were also trophies and ribbons 
all over the place.  Some were for tennis, one was for 
running, and I saw another that I believed was for soccer.  
There were also ribbons for equestrian competitions.  On 
the walls were several framed diplomas and merit awards 
from school. Many of the books were in foreign languages 
and even the ones in English had titles that I couldn't 
understand.   It seemed that the girl was a jock and also a 
very good student.  And judging by her pictures (and by her 
mom) she was also great looking.  I was hoping that she was 
home and that I would get a chance to see her.

"Allison is just back from her first semester at Harvard" 
the mother explained with obvious pride.  As you can see 
she is a very special young woman so you need to make an 
exceptional effort to make sure that her room is taken care 
of in a suitable manner.  Her bathroom as well, of course.  
She is practicing the piano for an upcoming recital right 
now in the music room and later on she will be working out 
in the gym.  You will be meeting her later" she added 
curiously.

I must admit that I was interested in seeing this young 
superwoman.  I followed the mom back to the kitchen where 
my cleaning chores were to begin.  She stayed close by and 
made me a bit nervous by constantly observing and 
commenting on my work.  She seemed to just enjoy watching 
me clean her kitchen.  When it came time for me to clean 
the floor I definitely got the impression that it was some 
type of power trip for her to stand over a man who was on 
his knees cleaning all the dirty spots that she pointed 
out.  I must admit that it was strangely exciting for me as 
well, to have this blonde suburban goddess above me 
directing my menial work.  I didn't know why it was 
exciting but it was, perhaps it was some psychological 
attempt to make the best of a bad situation.

She left me alone to do the bedroom suite and I was 
finishing the bathroom when she returned to check on my 
work.  Her tone worsened to one of mild disgust,   claiming 
that I had not done a good enough job cleaning the floor, 
particularly around "her toilet".  I wound up on my knees 
cleaning her toilet while she barked increasingly rude 
orders at me.  Her attitude was really starting to cross 
the line from demanding customer to mean bitch and it was 
starting to get to me but I kept reminding myself how badly 
I needed the money.  Besides, she was incredibly hot and 
her agitated state was a real turn on despite it all.  
Finally, after about 10 minutes of abuse she decided that 
her throne was suitably clean and informed me that we would 
be moving on to new rooms.

She led me down yet another long elaborate hallway.  I 
could hear classical music being played on the piano.  We 
entered a large airy room with windows opening onto the 
rear garden.  In the center of the room, playing the piano 
(I had assumed that it was a recording because it was so 
good) was the daughter.  She stopped playing and turned to 
greet us as we approached.  She was even better looking in 
real life than in her pictures.  She was a cross between 
Britney Spears and Anna Kournikova, but classier and with 
better facial features than either.  Her face was 
absolutely captivating and her athletic body was sexual 
perfection.  She had the beautiful blonde hair, brilliant 
eyes and great features from her mom, but I immediately 
noticed that her smile was different.  It was genuine, 
warm, accepting and she seemed truly happy to meet me. 

"Nice to meet you, Greg" she beamed as she extended her 
hand.  "Thank you for helping out today".  I was taken 
aback because I could never imagine the words "thank you" 
coming out of her mother's mouth.  She got off the piano 
bench, stood up and I couldn't help but be blown away.  She 
was a concert pianist who looked like she could win 
Wimbledon and Miss USA on the way home.  She was wearing a 
simple T shirt (which probably cost $100), and white 
shorts.  Beautiful breasts, an absolutely flat stomach and 
toned legs that were amazing.  I couldn't find an 
imperfection anywhere.  She must be driving the guys ar 
Harvard wild with desire, I thought.

"I trust that my Mozart wasn't too distracting to you" she 
added with an elegant smile before her mother cut in.

"I'm sure that it wasn't, Allison" her mother cut in.   
"Its time to begin our workout now, dear.  He will be 
cleaning the music room."  She then turned to me.  "Try to 
do a better job in here and then come down to the gym to 
clean up after our workout."

I think I heard Allison wince a bit after witnessing the 
degrading attitude of her mother towards me but she said 
nothing and the two of them went to their workout room, 
leaving me to clean the music room by myself.  I didn't 
think that I would miss the mother's supervision of my work 
but I was looking forward to seeing Allison again.  Her 
music was still playing in my head.

Chapter 3

The music room was already pretty clean so I finished it 
quickly and followed the mother's instructions to move on 
to the workout room.  The two of them were in the middle of 
the room doing some stretching.  Again, the room was 
awesome.  It was large and well lit, there were two 
stairmasters and a stationary bike in one corner and a set 
of free weights in another.  But most of the room was open 
with mats on the floor.  I noticed a punching bag and a 
heavy bag mounted in one corner.  As with most of the house 
there were pictures of the family members performing 
various sports pasted all over the walls above the mirrors.   
There was an entire wall devoted to martial arts with 
pictures of all three family members competing in 
tournaments and breaking boards.  There were multiple sets 
of framed black belts above the pictures, a total of ten in 
all.  Four of the belts were above Allison's picture and 
three were over each of her parent's images.  I felt a 
momentary unease when I realized that the mother, my 
tormentor, was a triple black belt.  But I also found it 
pretty exciting for some reason to realize that sweet 
Allison, the beautiful Harvard educated pianist, was also a 
major butt kicker on the side.

The mom saw me looking at the belts but continued 
stretching.  I set my cleaning materials down and looked 
around the room to figure out how I could clean it without 
getting further berated by the mom, especially in front of 
Allison.  As it turned out, I never did get to clean the 
room that day.

"I see that you've noticed our martial arts wall, Gregory."  
It was the first time that she addressed me by name and it 
made me nervous for some reason.  "The fighting arts are 
very important to all of us" she continued.  Allison, John 
and I have all studied Wah Lum Kung Fu, Yoshin Ryu Jujitsu 
and Aikido.  Alison continued on to study Combat San-Jitsu 
so she has a total of four black belts.  She currently 
studies Hapkido and is already a brown belt after 8 months 
which is remarkable."

"Oh mom, I'm sure that Gregory isn't interested in all of 
these boring details" Allison was nice enough to interject.  
Actually I was interested in knowing why all of this 
martial arts stuff was the first thing that the mom had 
seen fit to talk to me about.  Was she trying to intimidate 
me or something?  

"Have you trained in any martial arts, Greg?" Allison 
asked, trying to draw me into the conversation.

"Well, I boxed a bit in college but don't really have any 
formal training" I answered, trying to maintain my best 
manly pose.

"I'm sure that you are a very good boxer, Greg.  I bet you 
won a lot of matches" Allison said while I continued to be 
amazed at her kindness which was the exact opposite of her 
mother's bitchiness.  Speaking of which, Mom was about to 
stir things up a bit.

"While Gregory is here helping us perhaps you should engage 
him as a sparring partner, Allison."  The suggestion came 
as a complete surprise to the two of us.

Allison tried to tell her mother that I wouldn't be 
interested and that it wouldn't work anyway because I 
hadn't trained in the martial arts.  She was trying to be 
nice but her mother would have none of it.

"It would be good practice for you, Allison.  If you are 
attacked in the street it will more likely be by someone 
like Gregory than it will be by one of your black belt 
friends.  He won't do what you expect him to do.  He's here 
to work for us today, I think it is a good idea and you 
should do it, Allison."  

Her words seemed to be making sense to Allison, or perhaps 
she was just brought up to do whatever her mother asked.  I 
noticed that no one was asking me if I thought it was okay.  
Actually, I had mixed emotions.  I knew something about 
martial arts training, enough to realize that in a 
streetfight Allison would probably kick me in the nuts 
incredibly hard and then dial 911 on her cell while I was 
rolling on the floor in agony.  But she wouldn't do that 
here.  I figured that she would wind up winning but maybe I 
could impress her and shut up her awful mom for a few 
minutes.

"Yes, Mama" Allison said obediently.  She flicked her 
flowing blonde hair forward, then back and pulled it 
through a small band to create a ponytail.  It was girlish, 
feminine act but it said that the fight was on.  She walked 
up to me with that great smile radiating full power.

"Well, if you feel like sparring for a few minutes Greg, 
perhaps it would be fun.  If you don't mind, of course.  
You know what they say, you really don't get to know 
someone until you fight them" she giggled delightfully.

Chapter 4

I knew that I really didn't have much of a choice.  I 
managed a weak smile and put up my hands in a defensive 
stance.  Allison bowed quickly and when she came up she 
looked completely different.  Gone was the sweet smile, 
replaced by a look of sheer determination.  She was now in 
total competitive mode.

I tried circling around, hoping to grab her in some type of 
hug, overpower her,  laugh the whole thing off and move on.  
She didn't make any aggressive moves and I was hoping that 
she would let me start things off on my terms.   Big 
mistake on my part.  As I moved towards her she evaded me 
by stepping to my left side, quickly tucked my left hand 
under her right arm and clamped down really hard.   She 
used this as leverage to turn me around so that she was 
able to put her entire weight on my back and wrap my neck 
with her right arm. I fell face forward to the mat. She 
kept my left arm pinned down, hooked my right arm with her 
right arm, snaked her left arm around my neck and pulled 
back. I couldn't move.  She said "Oopsie!, you better give 
up or things will only get worse from here".   I hesitated, 
she pulled back further and the pain was so great that I 
screamed out my submission to her. It had taken her about 
45 seconds to render me helpless.  Her movements had been 
lightning fast, graceful, skilled, precise, efficient, 
intelligent and incredibly strong.

She helped me up and seemed mildly embarrassed at how 
easily she had defeated me, saying something about 
beginners luck.  She probably would have spared me from 
further humiliation but, of course, mom was not done.

"Well now that he knows what to expect we should try it 
again.  That was over much too quick."

Allison turned and obediently squared off, the sweet look 
again replaced by the competitive determined one that was 
starting to scare me.  The next few falls were no different 
than the first, with the exception that Allison was so at 
ease by this point that she was able to narrate as she 
kicked my ass.  I learned that the reason I was losing 
consciousness during the second fall was that she was 
applying a hold against my 'superior carotid triangle'.  
After I submitted she let go, stood over me and offered the 
information that I would have blacked out in another 5 
seconds.  Another fall ended as I succumbed to the extreme 
pain caused by an elbow pressing against the 'dorsal motor 
nucleus of the vagus nerve'.  I submitted the final time 
when a radial motion was about to shatter "both the radius 
and ulna, leaving your forearm hanging like a limp sock."   
I was defenseless against her.  She seemed to know what I 
was going to do before I did it.  I could never get enough 
leverage to try to defend myself, let alone go on the 
offensive.  No matter what I tried she would turn it 
against me and wind up putting me in a painful hold 
effortlessly and at a point where she could seriously 
injure me if she wanted to.

After the last fall it was obvious to all, even her mother, 
that there was nothing to gain from continuing.  Allison 
looked at me and smiled, seemingly concerned that my male 
ego had been crushed by the knowledge that a young college 
girl had just proven that she could kick my ass any number 
of ways without even breaking a sweat.  But mostly she 
seemed pleased with herself.

But mom was still not done.  "Allison, we shouldn't be 
rude.  We should give Gregory a chance to compete at his 
sport, boxing.  After all, he was kind enough to face you 
in a martial arts match, it's the least that you can do."  
Her voice was dripping in sarcasm.

Allison tried hard to defer, saying that she had worked out 
enough for the day, she wasn't prepared for boxing and that 
they had imposed on me enough.  I thought that she would 
get me off the hook until mom upped the ante.

"Well of course I understand Allison.  But I was hoping 
that I could offer both of you a reason to try the 
exercise.  Gregory, you must be looking to earn some extra 
money, being a cleaning servant.  I am prepared to offer 
you $10,000 if you can box with my daughter for 3 minutes."  

I really needed the money, I had no doubt that there was 
plenty of cash in the house and that she was dead serious.  
I was willing to do it, even if Allison was going to smack 
me around for three minutes it would be worth it for ten 
grand.

Allison seemed conflicted.  I think that she wanted me to 
get the money but didn't want to put me through any further 
humiliation.

"And Allison, if you can stop him within three minutes I 
will make some calls and get you tickets to the Coldplay 
concert."

"OHMIGOSH,   REALLY???"  Allison squealed with excitement, 
the reserved Harvard scholar temporarily becoming an 
excitable child for a few seconds.

"Well, don't get so excited yet" mom warned her.  "I said 
'boxing', not 'kickboxing'.  You've been trained but you 
can't use your legs.   This is upper body strength only and 
Gregory here says that he is an experienced boxer.  So he 
may walk away with the money and there will be no Coldplay 
for you."

Allison just walked over to the wall and confidently came 
back with two sets of boxing gloves and headgear.  Gone was 
the compassion; she wanted to see Coldplay and I was in the 
way, at least for the moment anyway.


Chapter 5

Ten grand was more money than I had seen in a long time.  I 
put on the gloves and headgear that Allison brought and 
prepared my strategy.  I assumed that Allison had been 
trained in fisticuffs by at least one of her martial arts 
masters and I already knew that she was fast, smart and 
strong.  But the rules that her mother laid out only stated 
that I had to last 3 minutes, which I was determined to do.  
I really needed that money.

Allison was doing some light jumping and shadow boxing to 
loosen up.  She really looked like she knew what she was 
doing.  I tried to do the same but I got the feeling that I 
was not intimidating her.  

"We'll go by the clock on the wall" mom announced.  "Lets 
go,  you've had enough time to warm up already".

Allison came to face me in the middle of the room.  There 
was no bowing this time but her face looked more determined 
than ever.  I sensed that she was not quite as confident in 
her boxing skills as she was in her martial arts grappling, 
which was a good thing for me.

"Ding!"  Mom announced.  "Lets go!"

Allison staked out the middle of the room first and I was 
slowly circling around her.  I knew that I had to protect 
my face and felt no need to throw the first blow.  I didn't 
have to wait long for Allison to act.  She began by 
pummeling my sides with really sharp, biting blows.  I 
realized with a sinking feeling that she was able to use 
her knowledge of the body's weak spots, even in boxing.   I 
didn't see her punches as much as I heard them whoosh.  She 
zeroed in with three consecutive rights to the side of my 
stomach that were so painful that I needed to lower my 
guard to stop her.  I knew that this made me vulnerable so 
I figured that I would try to hit her with a left to keep 
her away long enough for me to recover.

In doing so I left my face totally open for a split second, 
which was more than enough time for her.  She hit me in the 
chin, which made my teeth rattle even through the mouth 
guard.  I stepped back, temporarily dazed but she came 
after me with two more shots to the side of the head and I 
thought that I was going down already.  For some reason, 
she stopped the assault and backed away.

"Oh, let me see..." I heard her thinking out loud.  "Whats 
the best way for me to do this..."

She obviously felt that the Coldplay tickets were already 
hers, and all that was left was for her to devise a way to 
mercifully deprive me of the $10,000 without hurting me too 
badly.  Not surprisingly, she came up with a good strategy 
that I could not counter, a flurry of super hard, super 
fast punches to my mid section followed by shots to my head 
that seemed to come out of nowhere.  Blocking her was 
impossible.  She kept this up for a few seconds and I got 
so groggy from the assault that I went down on my back.  I 
heard her mother begin to count me out but I knew that I 
had to get back up and last long enough to get the money.  
I desperately needed it.  I forced myself to my feet and 
stood there, dazed but looking eye to eye with Allison 
again.

She had a strange look in her face now.  For the first time 
she seemed almost angry.  I realized that she felt that she 
had made a real effort to knock me down without really 
hurting me and she was actually pissed at me for getting 
up.  But I really needed the money a lot more than she 
needed Coldplay.

She came at me again with a incredible flurry of punches to 
the mid section and I tried to protect myself and hold on 
as best I could but she seemed to be more determined than 
ever.  When I let my guard down for a split second she came 
at my head with a combo of punches that were much harder 
than anything she had hit me with before.  She was using 
everything she knew about body leverage.  They felt like 
Mike Tyson blows; snapping my head way back and I don't 
even remember hitting the floor.  But I do remember lying 
there and hearing Allison say "Lets see you get up now".  

For once she sounded a lot like her mother.  Then she 
pulled her hair out of the ponytail and once again it 
flowed around her shoulders.  She knew that she was done 
fighting for the day.

I vaguely remember her mother counting and then announcing 
with pride that I had lasted only 1 minute and 45 seconds 
against her daughter.  It had seemed like hours to me.
Allison was jumping up and down, overjoyed with her winning 
of the tickets.  At one point she put her foot on my chest 
and held her hands over her head and started yelling "Yes, 
I am the champ and I am going to see Coldplay".  Then she 
looked down at me and changed her tone to briefly 
apologize.

"Oh, I'm sorry.  That was really rude of me.  I'm sorry you 
lost out but thanks for the fight!".  Then she started 
jumping around in joy again, the brief moment of compassion 
for her defeated foe forgotten.

I lay there on the ground, trying to recover.  I saw the 
mom giving Allison a congratulatory hug.

"See what you can do, Allison?  That is a grown man and he 
never had the slightest chance against you.  He was at your 
mercy from the start.  Also, I could tell that you were 
taking it easy on him."

"Well, maybe just a little bit" agreed my beautiful young 
conqueror with a sheepish grin.

Then the mother began a new aspect of what she obviously 
regarded as an important lesson for her daughter.

"And you, Gregory.  Tell us a bit about what it is like to 
have to face off against my daughter in direct 
competition."

I struggled to my feet, tried my best to regain a shred of 
dignity and made an effort to be magnanimous to the girl 
who had just kicked my ass and cost me ten grand so that 
she could go to a rock concert.

"She won fair and square"  I admitted.  "She is very 
skilled, I'm sure glad that it's over with now."

"That is inadequate, you fool!"  The mother moved towards 
me quickly and I thought that she was going to slap me.  I 
raised my arm slightly.  But instead of slapping me she 
quickly raised her leg and kicked me in the gut with her 
shin in a vicious swiping motion.  I went down in a heap, 
gasping for air.

"Mom!" Allison protested.  "Why did you do that?  Muay 
Thai?  He is already defeated, you didn't have to do that!"
Allison didn't wait for an answer but instead knelt over 
me.

"Are you okay?  I'm sorry about that.  But you better do 
whatever you can to not piss her off.  She is an extremely 
skilled fighter.  I can't beat her.  And I was taking it 
easy on you but she won't.  She'll hurt you.  Just do 
whatever she says, okay?"

"Allison, come here" her mother used the tone that seemed 
to compel Allison to comply and she did.

"I did it because I can, okay?  I did it because I have my 
position in life and he has his.  And you need to learn 
about your position in life which is miles above ordinary 
riff raff like him.  They won't tell you this at Harvard so 
I am telling you."

She then turned her attention to me as I lay on the floor 
still trying to recover from the kick.

"You're not getting up until you crawl over, kiss Allison's 
feet and properly acknowledge her place as your superior.  
Or do you need a little more convincing?"


Chapter 6

I was terrified that she would kick me again and almost as 
scared that she would instruct Allison to continue beating 
me.  I remembered Allison's words about not pissing off her 
mom so I began obediently crawling over to Allison who was 
standing mute with a perplexed look on her face.  She 
apparently didn't know what to do either.

Nobody said a word as I continued with my humiliating 
crawl.  When I got there I gently kissed the top of each 
one of Allison's K-Swiss workout shoes.  Mom took a step 
closer and I knew that I had to make my speech convincing 
or else.

"I am here... I acknowledge you as my ...superior, Allison.  
The beatings that you administered to me made it totally 
obvious."  I looked up at her, her eyes were now wide with 
wonderment at what was happening and the pleased smile was 
returning.  "You are beautiful, highly intelligent, 
talented and you can defeat me in every way possible.  You 
are my superior and I hope that you accept my submission to 
your superiority."

She hesitated only briefly.  "Thank you Gregory, that was 
very sweet.  Yes, I do accept you."  Allison then shot a 
furtive glance at her mom.

"You accept him as what?"  Mom was still drilling her 
daughter.

Allison turned down to look at my pleading face.  "I accept 
you as my...my inferior, my subordinate.  I am your 
superior to you in every way and it was totally appropriate 
of you to crawl over and kiss my feet."  She seemed to be 
getting into it just a bit and becoming more comfortable.

"Well, that was better.  At least you didn't thank him 
again for doing what he should have been doing in the first 
place.  You shouldn't even have had to expend the energy 
needed to beat him up although with a stupid male like him 
there is nothing like a good physical beating to 
demonstrate superiority.  How do you feel now, Allison?"

"I feel pretty well.  I guess you are right mom, as always.  
I am what I am, he is what he is and I am comfortable with 
that.   Why should I hide my gifts after working so hard to 
develop them."

"Well, that's much better.  Congratulations sweetheart" mom 
said as she exchanged an affectionate hug with Allison.  I 
remained on my knees, hoping that my ordeal was finally 
coming to an end.

"There is just one more exercise today Allison, but it is a 
big one and it may seem a bit bizarre but it will truly 
cement today's lesson in your mind.  His, too, although I 
don't really care about that.  What I want to is reinforce 
your position in your mind in a way that will help you 
always."

I felt my body tense up once again.  What could possibly be 
more bizarre than what had happened already?

"Allison, its been awhile since you had breakfast.  You are 
now going to take a shit into Greg's mouth, he will be your 
afternoon toilet."

I could not believe what I had just heard.  Allison tried 
to take charge of the situation but I was terrified that 
her mother would prevail once again.

"Mama, that is really bizarre, I can't believe that you 
even suggested that.  Really, perhaps this is going 
overboard.  We've made our point already.  He has kissed my 
feet and acknowledged me as his superior..."

"All just words, Allison" mom cut in.  "Just words and all 
to easy to forget.  After you take a shit in his mouth you 
will have learned something about yourself that will stay 
with you forever.  It will make you even more stable and 
balanced in everything else you do, in all of your 
interactions with the public."

"But Mama, why are we doing this to him?"

"Him?  Him?  That's what I mean, you still don't get it and 
you won't until you do what I ask of you.  You are going to 
do this to him because you can, because it is the natural 
order of things for a woman like you.  Ask yourself, why do 
you have power to do so much and he doesn't have even the 
power to stop you from using him as a toilet?  What is he 
going to do?  Try to run away?  He knows that isn't going 
to work.  Or maybe he'll report us to the 'authorities' 
afterward.  That would be a great hoot for everyone.  Can 
you imagine how hard the police would laugh when he tells 
them that two women beat him up and used his mouth as a 
toilet?  He'd wind up a public laughing stock unable even 
to get a cleaning job in the future."

"Or maybe he'll just refuse to accept his role."  Mom 
stopped her diatribe to look down at me menacingly.  "Well, 
let me just say that I would become really angry at him if 
he refused this kind offer.  So, Greg, just so you know, 
you can't refuse.  Because if you do I am going to beat you 
senseless.  You can tell whatever story you like when you 
wake up in the hospital but no one will believe you.  My 
friends at the District Attorney's office will already have 
been told that you tried to attack my daughter and that we 
used our training to defend ourselves and you got hurt in 
the process, like anyone will care.  I'll have my lawyers 
take whatever pitiful assets you have and make sure that 
you can't work anywhere with your new criminal record."

"Oh wait.." mom continued, mockingly stroking her chin.  

"Maybe he's thinking that he can grab some type of 
impromptu weapon and effect his getaway.  Well let me be a 
good host and see if I can help him out."  She walked over 
to a large closet, rummaged for a second and came out with 
a huge baseball bat.  She looked at the label as she 
continued towards me with the bat.

"Matt Williams model.  Autographed and everything.  We got 
it when we stayed with the Diamondback's owners on our last 
Arizona trip.  Here, Gregory, get up and take it.  Maybe it 
will help you out."

I got up as she said but I wouldn't take the bat.  I 
figured that it wasn't in the closet to be used for the 
family softball game.  It was probably there so the family 
could practice taking it away from an assailant and then 
most likely use it against him.  If I tried to use it she 
would probably take it away from me in an instant and then 
I would be in even more trouble.  To say nothing of the 
fact that Allison would come up behind me and choke me into 
unconsciousness. 

"No thanks..." I muttered despondently as I looked down.
"Oh, but I insist!" she said as she thrust the handle 
towards me.  I reluctantly took it but held it loosely.
She stood there with her hands up.  "Go ahead, Gregory.  
Take your best shot.  You won't get a better opportunity 
than this.  I'm about to make you eat my daughter's shit.  
You have the bat, go ahead, get even with me.  Go ahead, 
you're a man with a bat and I'm a woman.  Whats the matter, 
are you still scared?  Even now you won't try to do 
something to avoid becoming my daughter's toilet?"

I knew better and just stood there motionless.  She held 
out her hand and I handed her the bat with relief.
"Now, I'm getting tired of all this talk.  Prepare for 
Allison's afternoon defecation.  Take your clothes off so 
that you are naked before us."

An hour ago her request would have seemed absurd but at 
this point it was just another unbelievable event.  Without 
saying a word I began to remove my clothes.  Before long I 
was standing naked before my tormentor and her beautiful 
genius daughter.  I heard Allison giggle nervously.

"Well, there's a clue for you Allison.  If he had any 
genetics worth passing on he wouldn't  have been given such 
a tiny penis."


Chapter 7

Allison began laughing uncontrollably while I stood there 
naked.  She would occasionally try to slip in an "I'm 
sorry, .....I'm sorry."  Finally she composed herself and 
mom continued.

"Okay, do you feel better now?  Are you ready to go?  I'll 
get the camping toilet from the closet, he can just stick 
his head underneath it.  I have an old shower curtain for 
him to lie on.  The good thing is that after he becomes 
your toilet he goes back to being the cleaning servant so 
he can clean up any mess.  A perfect arrangement."

"But Mama, really, is this good for him?"

"Please, Allison, with your diet I'm sure that there is 
more nutrition in your shit than in anything that he might 
happen to eat by chance.  If anything you'll be giving him 
his vitamins for the day."   Mom was heading for the closet 
now for the camping toilet and shower curtain.

"It looks like this is going to happen, Greg" Allison said 
to me quietly.  "I'm sorry."

I tried to mumble to her that it was okay.  After all, what 
choice did I have.  I also genuinely liked her despite the 
fact that she had beaten the crap out of me and cost me ten 
grand.  If I wasn't so scared I would probably have a 
raging hard on just from being naked in front of her.

Mom came back with the camping toilet which was a toilet 
seat mounted on a piece of strong Plexiglas.  Four other 
solid Plexiglas panels were designed to slide into slots 
under the toilet seat to form a bottomless box.  Mom slid 
in three of the panels but left the front open, apparently 
to leave space for my head.  She spread the shower curtain 
out and placed the three sided toilet on top of it.  She 
tested it for stability and announced that it was perfect.
Allison was still not convinced.

"But mom, why?"

"You shouldn't even be asking, Allison.  It should be 
obvious to you.  You are miles above him and have nothing 
to be ashamed about.  You are bred from better genetics 
that have given you superior intelligence, discipline and 
incredible physical ability.  Men can't take their eyes off 
of you AND you have an IQ that they can't even fathom.  You 
shouldn't even be asking  why Allison.  You are a top 
student at Harvard, you speak four languages fluently, you 
get offered summer internships for more money than he makes 
in five years.  I won't even get into your physical 
superiority over him; you saw what happened when you faced 
him mano a mano in boxing.  You destroyed him with ease.  

You need to shit in a man's mouth to reinforce your 
position and capabilities in your own mind.  Are you ready 
to 'go' now?"

"Yes, Mama" Allison said in her obedient tone and I knew 
that my fate was sealed.


Chapter 8
Mom ordered me into the toilet seat, picking up the 
baseball bat for emphasis.  I had no intention of 
disobeying her.  I resigned myself to the fact that the way 
out of this mess was through that toilet and this bizarre 
ritual.

I lay there on my back looking up at the ceiling.  The two 
of them came over to look down at me and I got a toilet eye 
view of the two of them.  Allison was trying to hide her 
smile but mom was not.

"Okay, this is it, lets go" mom said.

Allison backed up to the toilet and I was looking up at the 
back of her shorts as she unzipped and pulled them down, 
exposing her panties which came off next, sliding down to 
her ankles.  I couldn't believe the view of her perfect 
tight butt that I was getting from the toilet seat.  She 
was sheer perfection.

Suddenly the two of them burst out laughing and Allison 
exclaimed, "Look at that!! Why???"  I realized all fear had 
left my body and the sight of Allison was giving me a major 
erection at the strangest possible time.

Mom stopped laughing long enough to explain.  "That's 
because it is exciting for him just to be used by a female 
like you in any way.  He has no complaints about what is 
happening, trust me.  This is the most exciting thing that 
has happened to him in years."  She was starting to make 
sense, even to me.

Allison lowered herself down slowly.  The box darkened but 
enough light came through the panels to let me see the 
perfect ass now just a few inches from my face.

"Look at that little thing standing straight up" mom 
commented.  "Finally a show of respect for you" narrated 
Mom.

Allison laughed slightly and the toilet shook. 
She leaned forward a bit and I prepared myself.  But 
suddenly she stood up and began pulling up her panties.  
Had she changed her mind?

"I can never do this without having something to read" she 
announced.  "Let me get something."

She quickly left the room leaving me alone with mom, who 
bent over the toilet seat, cleared her throat and spat the 
result as a large glob of saliva right onto my face.  I 
instinctively tried to get my hand into the box to wipe it 
off when she put the bat handle down hard on my balls.  I 
froze.

"Don't try to wipe it off.  When one of us spits in your 
face we're not doing it so that you can wipe it off.  You 
better not fuck this up for me now.  When she comes back I 
want to see you be the perfect toilet.  As soon as you see 
her I want your mouth wide open and waiting, understand?"  
She pressed down a bit on the bat for emphasis.  "And it 
stays wide open the whole time.  Whatever she puts in it 
stays there.   Then I want her to see you chew on it and 
swallow and love it.  Now spread your legs apart so that 
your balls will be a wide open target for me.  You won't 
know where I will be with this bat and your balls will be 
totally vulnerable so I will know that your cooperation 
will be assured."

She began tapping on my thighs with the bat and I 
obediently spread my legs apart.  She was right, I was now 
totally vulnerable and I really had no idea what she would 
do with the bat if I did anything to piss her off.  She 
tapped lightly on my exposed balls with the end of the bat.  
I got the message.

Allison came back with her book.  I noticed that it wasn't 
in English and I could make out the name 'Dostoevsky' 
written in Cyrillic characters.  So the beautiful girl who 
kicked my ass was reading a book in Russian, a book that I 
could not get through in English.  The thought of becoming 
her toilet seemed more natural to me with every passing 
minute.  I followed her mother's instructions and opened 
wide when I saw her.  At this point it seemed like the 
right thing to do.

She looked down on me, smiled, and announced a cheerful "I 
got my book! Here goes nothing!"

She turned around and began removing her shorts again, 
commenting that this was the point where "his little penis 
stood up" last time.  Then she sat down and I was alone in 
the box just staring up at her bottom.

"This may take a while" she announced to no one in 
particular.

"Well, he's certainly not going anywhere.  I'll do some 
stretching." Mom said.

Allison opened her book.  I felt strangely peaceful and 
resigned lying beneath her about to become her toilet.  
There was nothing that I could do about it anyway and she 
had proven herself to be such a remarkable girl that I 
don't know that I would have left even if I could have.  I 
felt like I was floating, not too high and not too low.  
Lying flat on my back beneath her seemed like the right 
place for me to be.  I was convinced that she deserved to 
use me in this manner.

"Oh...I have to pee first" Allison said.

"Then you are in the right place" mom answered without 
stopping her stretching. "Wide, Gregory. Keep it wide 
open."

Allison sighed.  I felt her lean forward just a bit and a 
steady stream of her piss started to cover my face.  I did 
keep my mouth wide open and a fairly good amount got into 
my mouth.  I let it build up there but was afraid to let it 
overflow.  With a huge 'gulp' I swallowed it all down.  It 
didn't taste as bad as I had anticipated.  In fact it was 
warm and mildly flavor able.  All in all, it wasn't too bad 
and it was exciting to think that I was drinking something 
that had been inside this superwoman just a few seconds 
ago.

"He just gulped down a big mouthful of my piss.  I heard 
it.  I think that I can..."

I looked up at her butthole which was now the center of my 
universe.  Her cheeks were wide opened and her hole was 
puckering slightly.  Then it relaxed.

"Almost" she remarked with just a bit of frustration in her 
voice.  "I'm going to meditate.  That relaxes me and helps 
me go."

She put the book down and sat up straight.  A few seconds 
later she blew a fart right into my face.

"Oops!  Perhaps I should have mentioned that sometimes I 
break wind when I meditate."

Mom was laughing. "He doesn't mind.  He's just happy that 
you aren't beating the shit out of him right now."
There was some truth to that.  I was aware and comforted by 
the fact that the person pissing and farting and about to 
shit on me was truly special. A girl who could best me 
mentally and physically by a wide margin.

She leaned forward again and seemed to be straining.  I 
could see her cheeks open and her butt whole puckering 
again.  I vaguely heard her mom clear her throat again and 
tap lightly on the floor with the baseball bat.  She seemed 
close by.  I kept my mouth wide open.

I saw the turd emerge from her butt and I closed my eyes to 
help me get through this.  Sure enough it landed right in 
my mouth, as Allison was precise in all things.  It hit my 
tongue and the side of my cheek.  It was warm and 
smelled...well it smelled like shit.  I was afraid to move.  
Suddenly Allison grunted and another turd fell out, partly 
on top of the first one but now sticking out of my mouth 
and partly on my nose and upper lip.  Now I could really 
smell it.  As shit went it didn't smell too bad but it 
definitely reeked.  To top things off she let out with a 
final huge fart and I was almost intoxicated by the mixture 
of her shit and her intestinal gas.

Allison stood up and turned around to look at me.  Her eyes 
were wide with amazement when she saw her shit filling and 
hanging out of my mouth.

"Is he chewing?" mom asked.  She tapped the bat on the 
ground.  "If he isn't chewing here I can use this 'plunger' 
here to get a good flush out of him."

I knew what I had to do.  I slowly moved my jaw and felt 
Allison's shit begin to squish between my teeth.  Pieces 
were hitting the back of my throat and I swallowed 
involuntarily.  I was eating her shit.  I opened my eyes 
and could see the two of them staring down at me intently 
through the toilet seat.

"Mom he is eating my shit.  That man is eating my shit.  
Unbelievable."

"Totally believable to me.  You earned it, you did it to 
him.  But he isn't finished yet."
With the end in sight I gulped down as much as I could.  
After awhile it didn't get any worse and I got almost all 
of it down.

"There is some left on your lip" Allison pointed out.
I swiped the remaining piece into my mouth with my tongue, 
much to their delight, and swallowed it.
"You know," Allison observed, "it does have a certain 
permanence to it.  He ate my shit.  He can never forget 
that.  For the rest of his life when he thinks of me he 
will think of the girl who kicked his ass and then took a 
shit in his open mouth.  Forever."

"Exactly" mom said proudly.  "But more importantly, how do 
YOU feel?"

Allison thought about it for a second.  "Empowered.  
Empowered and uplifted and unbeatable.  I liked it.  Thanks 
mom" she said before hugging her.  "Um...I have to go get 
some toilet paper if you'll excuse me.

"Okay" mom laughed.  "He would probably be happy to lick 
the rest out of your ass but you are better off just 
getting some toilet paper." 

While Allison was out mom shocked me by telling me my full 
name, address and phone number. She had apparently gone 
through my wallet while I was in the toilet box.  She 
explained that she wanted the full info on me just in case 
I left the cleaning company.  In the meantime she said that 
she would call them if she needed my 'services' again.  
Then she told me to get up and clean everything off, 
staring with the floor and the toilet box.  I was to clean 
my face and mouth last.

I had just finished cleaning my face when Allison walked 
in.  She had changed into dark slacks and a light blue 
sweater.  She looked great.  I was filled with a sense of 
admiration and lust for my conqueror.

"Greg, I know that whole thing must have been extreme to 
you, but I've been thinking about it and I believe that my 
mom was right about the whole thing.  You are you and I am 
me; we are at two different levels.  I don't...I don't 
clean other people's houses.  I'm getting a degree from 
Harvard, I have skills that everyone admires and I have 
worked had to make myself a strong person in all ways.  You 
haven't, Greg.  Which is why what just happened happened.  
Like I said, mom was right...I was right for using you as 
my toilet.  And Greg, I plan on using you again when and if 
I need to.  And I don't expect to have to physically beat 
you beforehand from now on."

There was such confidence in her voice and such beautiful 
sincerity in her eyes that I could only nod my head in 
agreement.  She stood up slowly.

"I have to go now; I volunteer teach at the local after-
school center.  But we'll be in touch, okay?"

She didn't offer her hand, she just left the room.  I 
couldn't help but admire the beautiful butt that had just 
delivered my lunch to me.

Mom then came in, pointed out some spots that needed 
additional cleaning and told me to get ready to leave.  She 
also told me that they would contact me through the 
cleaning agency and reminded me that she had all of my home 
info.

"You don't want me coming to your home and humiliating you 
in front of your family" she advised wisely.


Epilogue

Allison did contact me again through the agency and then 
started going directly to my cell phone.  She would call me 
whenever she wanted to be 'enervated'.  I came to not only 
tolerate the toilet sessions but actually came to enjoy and 
look forward to them.  They seemed so right.  If it was 
anyone else other than Allison, even if it was another 
beautiful woman, I don't think that I would have felt the 
same way.  But she was beautiful and nice and so smart and 
capable.

She would always explain why she was going to shit into my 
mouth.  One time it was because a Harvard faculty member 
was coming to interview her for a special program and she 
wanted to be as sharp as possible.  Other times she was 
preparing for tennis or martial arts tournaments.  There 
was one bittersweet time when she told me that she was 
going out on a date with a congressman's son and thought 
that shitting in my mouth would set her at ease first.  Her 
cell phone rang right in the middle of the session and I 
heard her laughing with the guy while she was shitting in 
her mouth.  I'm sure that the guy had no idea what was 
happening or what type of woman he was getting.  But he was 
one lucky bastard.

END!  Comments greatly appreciated at femdom_fred@yahoo.com Thanks!

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