 
              A Cheerleader's Story

                  Chapter Seven

I cleaned as Sammi had told me and went to her. She was 
smimming in the pool. She looked soooo hot. When I got to 
the pool she told me to step into the water. I did not
have on a bathing suit but did as she asked. 

"Squat down so I can get on your shoulders." She said

I did so and she got on my shoulders, burying my face 
in her crotch.

"Support my ass with your hands, slave. Gee do I have to
tell you even the most obvious things? Raise up. Now 
walk forward."

I did and could tell I was walking towards the deep end.
I felt the water rise on me. Sammi was giggling her
usual giggle when she was about to do something to me 
for her amusement.

When the water was to my boobs I stopped.

Sammi hit me on top of the head.

"I did not say stop. Keep walking."

"The water is getting deep, Sammi." I replied.

"Like that matters to me, I am not in the water yet. I
want to feel the water as it moves around my body.
Keep walking. If you stop again you will be sorry."

I resumed walking. The water started to cover my mouth. 
I took a deep breath. I did not know when I would get 
another.

"Stop." Sammi said.

I quickly obeyed.

"Slave this is a lesson in cheerleading. The base and 
flyer, top, bottom, must always trust each other. This
is a lesson in trust. Walk forward."

My next step took the water over my head. I held my
breath and walked forward. I took three more steps and
could feel the need to breath. I knew panic would set 
in and I would dump Sammi. I concentrated on walking
forward. My foot touched the end of the pool. I knew
the pool was eight feet deep. I squatted down and pushed
hard with my legs. Sammi squeezed my face and held on.
I came up out of the water and inhaled hard. I stopped
just as I went under again. Sammi was squealing with 
delight with her new pool toy. I went down in a squat 
and jumped up again doing the breathing as before. Sammi
was squealing, giggling, and saying things like, "Ride
em cowgirl". I did this until I was so exhausted. When 
my leap failed to clear my head, Sammi dismounted and 
swam away. I barely had the energy to pull myself up 
the ladder. The clorine burned my eyes and I had drink
a fair amount of pool water. I got on the deck and
layed down. Sammi walked up to me and placed both
feet on my back. She started doing the twist.

"You will be in such great shape this fall for 
cheerleading! You will appreciate all of my 
conditioning training then. This requires a lot of 
effort on my part you know." (g)

"Get your lazy ass up. I have cheer practice for you. 
I want to fly."

I got to my feet. Sammi had on no bottoms. My head
bent forward and my mouth opened. Sammi giggled.

"You are addicted to my pussy! Well, you can't have it!
We have to practice. If you are really, really good, 
maybe I will let you lick it a few times!" (g)

"This is a lesson in concentration. You must concentrate
on me and my safety at all times. No matter what is 
going on around you. I am all that matters."

I bent down and cupped my hands. She stepped on them
jumped, I heaved and she was up and transfered to my 
shoulders.

"Look up at me and do not take your eyes off me while 
I am up here." She giggled. "You must see and concentrate 
on me and my position."

I looked up. I could see her magnificent pussy and ass.
I also saw the golden stream a sec before it splashed 
on my face.

"Open your mouth and swallow, slave. I know you like 
my delish pee. Leave your eyes open. I know my piss 
burns your eyes, but you must look past the pain. Think 
only of me and my safety. See it is a cheering lesson.
You also get to enjoy refreshments." (g)

Her piss was splattering all over my face. I kept my 
mouth and eyes open. I tried to catch all of it in my 
mouth but some was splashing in my eyes. It burned my 
eyes so much I could not hold them open. My head went 
down and I could feel her piss hit my hair. I could 
hear her chant one of our cheers while pissing on me.

She gave me the signal she wanted down and I pushed 
up and caught her as she came to the ground. 

"Ooooo, you look like you have just been pissed on!
Even you hair is soaked. Your eyes are so red. Don't
just stand there, lick me, slut."

I place my mouth over her and licked. 

"Put you mouth over my ass hole, toilet slave. I have
something for you. Swallow when I say. Ready?"

She cut a big fart in my mouth.

"Swallow! That is so cool. If you can inhale my farts,
and carry my shit in your mouth, you should be able to
be my full and complete toilet, don't you think, slave?
I think you are sooo lucky to have beautiful and sweet, 
me, someone so nice and understanding to teach you the 
finer arts of being a base. Shit, Lindsey, you could
have someone teaching you whose pussy was not as sweet 
as mine!"

"Slave I want to go in the house. Assume position."

Sammi pointed to the ground for emphasis and jumped
on my back when I was on all fours. 

"My bikini bottom is over there."

I crawled to it carrying Sammi.

"Pick it up with your mouth. Be sure the crotch is in your
mouth. Like I would have to tell you that! (g) To the
house slave."

She swatted me on my ass with her hand. I went at a fast 
crawl to the house. She guided me to her bathroom.

"Slave, lick my legs. Some piss may have splashed on them. 
After licking them throughly you may wash them. After I 
have allowed you to enjoy your treat. Get busy and clean 
my bathroom. I want my toilet tongue cleaned before you 
clean it the old fashioned way with toilet brush. (g)
I will be lounging in my room. When you finish in here
I will show you what to do in my parents bathroom. Enjoy
slave!"

She watched me lick her toilet seat before walking away.
I saw a pair of her panties laying in the floor. I picked
them up and inhaled the fragrance of Sammi. I inhaled 
deeply. My eyes were closed and I was in heaven. My
hand went to my crotch. I heard Sammi's voice.

"You slut! Do I have to watch you all of the time? Take
your hand away now. Your hands are made for cleaning and 
for my pleasure. Put those dirty panties in your mouth.
There are more in the laundry basket. I want every pair
cleaned by your toilet mouth before you hand wash them.
You have a lot of work to do here. You certainly do not 
have time to play with yourself. I want my laundry done.
When you are through with it you may began on my parents 
laundry. There is no reason you can not clean my panties 
while you clean my bathroom. Take them out of your mouth 
before you bury your head in the toilet water though. I 
do not want my panties in that nasty toilet bowl."

Sammi flashed a gorgeous smile. "Enjoy the pantie soup,
slut!"

She wrinkled her nose in disgust, turned and left the room.
I watched her ass as she left. She had not bothered to put
anything on and had removed her bikini bra. Sammi was nude.
I was so hot. I cleaned her panties while searching through 
her dirty laundry for more. I did not think about what I 
had become or how my actions seemed to anyone else. I just 
ate her panties while busily cleaning her bathroom.

I had my beautiful Sammi's bathroom spotless. Everything 
shined. I went to her room with a pair of her panties in 
my mouth chewing on them. Sammi laughted when she saw me.

"Slut you are to much, you really are! I doubt if I ever
get like totally use to you. I will try. I will do my best
to think of new ways to humiliate and torture you for our
pleasure. Get over here and eat my pussy."

Those were the words I wanted to hear. I rushed to her
on my knees. I went straight to her crotch. She placed 
her hands on the back of my head as my tongue licked her 
lips. 

Sammi had been playing with herself. My first lick 
brought cum in my mouth. In a comple minutes Sammi was
moaning and crying out my name. Sometimes she called me 
Lindsey, sometimes she called me slave, whore, slut. I
knew what she wanted. More of my tongue in her, more
sucking, more slurping, more tiny circles around her 
clit. I had become addicted to Sammi's pussy. I had
never found anything I liked as much as eating her out.
I needed the feel of hands and fingers on me too. That
I did not receive.

When she was through with me she marched me to her 
parents bathroom. 

"First thing, slut. Go through the laundry. Get all of 
my mom's panties and wash them with your whore mouth.
If you displease me you will be doing my dad's shorts
too. Do not clean this toilet with your mouth. That 
is reserved for my toilet only. I know how turned on 
you get when you are licking where you know my ass has 
been. Hey, that is probably why you like eating my 
panties so much."

Sammi became serious for a minute. "You know I have 
read about girls like you. I thought they were really 
weird. I never dreamed an ordinary person would want 
to serve another girl as you do. I am glad we found 
each other. I don't want our relationship to end with 
the coming school year. I want you for my slave for a 
long time, maybe even life."

Sammi walked up to me and gave me a small hug. I almost
burst into tears. I did not trust my voice to speak. I 
wanted to say I wanted to serve her forever but I said 
nothing. 

Sammi walked away and I cleaned the bathroom, her mom's
panties, and gathered clothes to laundry. I was so tired
but I put one foot in front of the other and pushed on.

"Hey slut, don't mouth clean anymore of my mom's panties 
unless I order you too. I would not want you to like 
them more than mine!" (g) After all you are my property!
I own you slut. I own all of you and I will do whatever
pleases me to you. You will let me too. Know why? You
are enslaved by my pussy! (g) You are just a little
pussy slave."

How could I let her know I liked the tender moments a 
lot more than when she berated me. I would always 
cherish the small hug she gave me. Her putting me
down was a turn on that I did not understand though.
I knew why she thought I liked it so much. I could feel 
the heat build in my pussy when she did things to me.
I think the heat would be much more intense if she loved
me. There was a lot about me I did not understand. How
could I expect anyone else to understand if I did not?

"Hey slave, while you were working I fixed me a sandwich. 
There is stuff in the fridge. Make youself something to 
eat. I suppose slaves get hungry too. Unless you are 
saving space in your tummy for when I take a big dump 
in your mouth! (g) I bet if I ordered you to swallow it, 
you would!"

Sammi had gotten dressed. I watched her buns as she 
walked away. I was in love with her forever and would 
do whatever to remain close to her.

A few hours later Sammi left the house. She said she was 
going driving. She needed time alone to think. The first 
place I went was to her room and got the book she was 
writing in.

I find myself liking Lindsey more all of the time. I have
feelings for her. Maybe I always did. I thought I wanted
her to use and abuse. I certainly wanted a slave! With
my lifestyle I need a slave. I have no time or desire to 
do all of the mundane things that must be done. With 
Lindsey, I do not have to. She does them all and enjoys 
doing them for me. I never want that to change. I may
give her a little sexual pleasure. Like I may let her
place her pussy against mine. Just once in a while. I 
would not want her to come to expect it. I have wondered
what it would be like to kiss her lips. But hell, I 
could not do that knowing where her mouth spends all of 
its time. I think that is probably why I took a dump in 
it. I knew I could never kiss a mouth that had had my 
shit in it. Maybe if I start making her eat my shit
my strange feelings about her will go away. I know she 
would do it if I told her to. Lindsey Jones, full and 
complete toilet slave for Princess Sammi. That has 
a special aura about it.

My god, Sammi was contemplating making me eat that
horrible stuff. I could not do it. I know I never 
could. The scent is so bad. I manage to get through 
that because of my love for Sammi. I could never 
swallow her shit. I would vomit it right back up. 
How could she want to do that to me? The shit 
transport thing was more degrading than anything I
ever dreamed she would do to me. But then, I never 
dreamed of her many other uses of me either. Her 
writings said she had never did these things to 
anyone else. My body betrayed me.My nipples 
betrayed me. Sammi knows how turned on I get. She
will do increasingly humiliating things to me until 
my nipples no longer show arousal. I hate to think 
what that will be.

I felt my nipples. They were hard. I was turned on
by reading her plans for me. I know I do not want to
be Sammi's complete toilet slave. I know I do not, I
thought,as my other hand went to my crotch. In my mind,
I could smell Sammi's farts. I took my hand from my 
nipples and put it on my g spot. God, what was I 
thinking. It was awful. I opened my mouth as wide as 
I could and made a gagging noise as my mind envisioned 
one of her largest turds pushing its way between my 
lips and down my throat. I swallowed and orgasmed at 
the same time. What had I become? 

I heard Sammi's car enter the garage. I ran down to 
meet her. I opened her door and assumed the position 
to carry her inside. 

She said nothing, just straddled my back as if it was 
a service she had always had. I felt her heat as she
squirmed on my back.

"To my room, slave," Sammi said.

I carried her to her chair and knelt before her. I 
removed her shoe and kissed her pretty little foot. 
I took all of her toes in my mouth and began sucking and 
licking them. I do not know how long I sucked Sammi's 
toes. I was in a dream state. I was serving in the 
lowest ways possible for Sammi, and was in heaven.

"Slave, give my left foot some attention too!" Sammi's
sweet voice said. 

I removed her other shoe and began on that foot with 
my mouth as my hands massaged her wet foot.

"That is dreamy, slave. You are taking such great care 
of me. I have always deserved attention like this but 
you are the first to really give it to me."

"Lindsey, can you live for me, like totally for me?
Never consider anything except me? Can you always perform
the way you have been performing for the last couple days? 
Can you do this for your whole life? I need you Lindsey.
I promise to always use you in the ways your body desires 
me to. I know what it wants. Your nipples and the heat of 
your pussy tell me. I thought those things I did to you
were so degrading and horrible. 

I had a drive and thought about us. I know they are not 
degrading and horrible to you. You need them. They only 
appear that way to me because I do not need them. Well, 
that is not totally correct. I need to do them to you. 
You need for me to do them to you. I do not understand 
it but I accept it. We were meant to be together, I 
know it, Lindsey, I just know it!"

I cooed, "yes, yes, yes," to all she said as my lips 
kissed their way up her leg and to her crotch. She was 
so wet her shorts had a spot on them which my tongue 
quickly licked. Ohhh, she smelled so good. I hurridly 
removed her clothes with her help and dived in her 
pussy. Right then I would have crawled completely 
inside it and lived forever if only I could have.

I felt her hands as she unfasten my bra and pulled 
my top over my boobs. She was pinching my nipples 
hard enough to hurt but the pain was pain of 
pleasure. I moaned and cried out on ocassion but both 
of us kept on doing what we were doing.

I had moved a hand to my pussy and was fingering it 
frantically. Sammi did not stop me. We exploded together.
That was the greatest feeling of my life. 

Sammi lay still as I sucked out all of her delish cum.
My tongue continued to work inside her as I swallowed.
I was in love with Sammi's cum and everything else about 
her.

I pulled on her and she obliged me by turning over. That
awesome ass was sticking up. I placed a hand on either 
cheek as my mouth sought her rosebud. My tongue went deep 
inside and I though, "No rose was ever this sweet." 

I licked and sucked her ass. My mind imagined me as her
toilet. If she had pushed out a turd at that moment, I 
would have ate it. What had I become?

I noticed my Sammi's breathing had slowed. She was asleep.
I was very tired. I wrapped my arms around her, rested my 
face on her ass, snuggled up, and also fell asleep.



