Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit potty domination sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
Author's Note:
This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission.
Copyright 2008 Jan, All Rights Reserved.
Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories.
Susan the Potty Slave 4
By
Jan
Susan was in group therapy with a half dozen other women. Each woman in the group had their own problem to deal with. They had all told their story and each woman's story was just as tragic as Susan's.
The first impression anyone would have of Susan would be her as a kind of Midwestern Irish American with rosy cheeks, round face with gold rimmed glasses. She was rather short and matronly plump. They would think she would dress very modestly. They would have pictured her in a cheap cotton blend, print dress with a collar around her neck and the dress falling below her knees. She would normally have on practical shoes and calf length nylons. They would see her taking part in tent religious revivals with a gold leaf edged King James bible in hand. No one would have suspected what a sordid youth she grew up in and her fetishes.
She had told the support group about her mother being a drug addict and her tricks sexually abusing her from the time she was a child. While she was listening to another woman telling her story of physical abuse Susan was thinking about her own childhood. She had never had sexual relations with her mother but it dawned on her that her mother must have known about what the men and women were doing to her in the bathroom. She figured that her mother must have been paid to allow them to do the things they did.
Susan was daydreaming about the men and women that had kissed her and drug her into the bathroom where they forced her to suck their cocks and pussies. She even got so that she looked forward to the smell and taste of the pussies. The cocks hurt her throat so she preferred the women. Some of the women even wanted her to put her face down between their legs far enough to lick their assholes. She learned to enjoy that too.
When her mother was jailed for prostitution the court made her the ward of an aunt. The aunt continued her sexual education by introducing her to potty sex. Her aunt made her into a human toilet. She would pee in her mouth and force her to swallow her pee. She would make her lick her asshole after she had finished shitting. That was when Susan became a potty slave. Every relationship she had with women was based on her being their potty slave.
` When she grew up a nice man asked her to marry him. She gave up her relationships with other women. She had two children and was the perfect housewife until her youngest child, Lesley, entered school. With each year the amount of time the children were in school increased. The empty nest syndrome started playing on her.
The gossip around the neighborhood was that the Velvet Slipper cocktail lounge was a lesbian bar. The temptation was too strong one day when she was in town bringing her bank book up to date she slipped into the lounge to check it out. A lesbian bar is a quiet place during the business hours. There would only be a couple of barflies at the bar during the day and some professional business women might stop in during the lunch hour to avoid a male hitting on them while they were eating or conducting business by cell phone. Susan didn't expect to find anyone to play with. She sat at the bar and chatted with the bartender.
The bartender, Marvel, was a slender gal with short hair. She was definitely a dike. She sure was not the kind of gal that would have fit into the soccer mom suburbs. She had a couple of drinks and was about to leave when a woman came in and asked the bartender how it was going in a commanding voice. It was soon clear that this heavy set dike was the owner of the bar.
The women sized her up and said, "You're new here, aren't you, Honey?"
Susan said, "Yes."
The woman instantly knew all about her, "You're married and have children." It was a statement not a question. "You have never told your husband about the kind of sex that turns you on the most."
Susan blushed as she nodded her head. The woman said, 'I have the time if you are looking for a little afternoon sex."
Sue just blushed. The woman took her by the arm and led her to the door. She was blinded by the sunlight after coming out of a dark bar. When the woman drove her to her home Susan wondered how women could tell so much about her so quickly. The woman sat with her and felt her up while kissing her. In short order she had been stripped of her clothes and the woman got naked too. The woman played with her breasts for awhile before she placed her hand on the back of her neck and forced her head down between her legs. Susan sucked her hairy pussy for a long time. She didn't even resist when the woman had her lay on her back then the woman squatted over her head and ground her nasty asshole into Sue's mouth. Sue relished the treatment at the same time she wondered how the woman knew she was a toilet slave.
When she got home she promised herself that she would never do that again. That afternoon the local ladies got together to play canasta like they did every week. The card game was much like other weeks but Katie was quieter than normal.
After the other ladies had gathered up their belongings and returned to their home to prepare the evening meals for their families, Katie stayed behind to help put the card tables away. While they were doing that Katie finally brought up the subject that was eating at her craw.
Katie said, "I was in town the other day shopping."
Susan took no notice of the comment.
Katie went on, "I happened to be passing the "Velvet Slipper" and I could swear the woman I saw being escorted out of the bar on the arm of a dike was you."
Susan's face went white. She feared that Katie was going to out her to the neighborhood as a lesbian. She could find no words to respond to Katie.
Katie knew she had complete control of the situation. "I was thinking that if you like sucking pussies that you might do the same for me."
Susan quietly resigned herself to doing what ever Katie demanded of her. She would have died if her husband or children ever found out about her secret. Her submissive demeanor told Katie that she had complete control of Susan.
The woman thought for a moment before selecting how she was going to make this woman demonstrate her submission to her will. Of course she had been planning what she wanted from the moment she had seen Susan in town.
She stood there in the middle of the room and lifted her dress up and gathered it in one hand. Susan saw her full white panties and could make out the dark shadow of Katie's pubic hair showing through the old worn panties. She resigned herself to the blackmail and knelt before her master and as the woman thrust her hips forward, Susan opened her mouth and accepted the damp moisture laden material. Her tongue could feel the tentacles of hair under the thin material.
Katie demanded, "Pull them down and suck my pussy, you sucking whore!"
Susan did use both hands to pull the baggy panties down. When they were past her knees, the heavy laden crotch hastened the decent to her feet. Katie stepped out of them one foot a time. Susan was face to face with the un-shaven crotch of the woman. She could smell her crotch and suspected that she had not washed it in days judging by the smell. Just the possibility of that being true was enough to make Susan mouth water and her pussy drip. She stuck her tongue into her pussy and relished stimulating the woman's clitoris with her nose and tongue. Her face was being covered with the juices pf the woman while she lapped up the nectar.
When Katie was about to climax she grabbed Sue by the hair with both hands and ground Sue's face into her pussy. Susan had been rubbing herself between her legs until she was breathing hard into the moist flesh about to reach her own climax. Her pleasure was interrupted when Katie climaxed. She smothered Sue with her pussy and all that went up Sue's nose was slimy juice of her climax.
Katie Williams had always wanted control over another woman, to be able to degrade her in the basest ways she could think of and now she had such a subject. She wanted to see just how far she could push Susan.
Her next test was to turn around in front of Susan and bend over so that her broad hips would hold up her dress. She used both hands to part her own butt to expose her brown asshole ringed by dark hairs. Susan knew what was expected of her.
She moved her head between the two spheres and smelled the dirty asshole before she stuck out her tongue and licked it. To her it was sweet tasting. For several years she was called upon to be Katie Williams' potty slave whenever she felt like using her.
Her family didn't understand her friendship with the woman who had a reputation of being a mean spirited woman that had nothing good to say about anyone. They had no idea that when Katie Williams was away that she would call the owner of the Velvet Slipper to dominate Susan in her absence. Katie also would turn to her youngest daughter, Sandra, and instruct her on how to run Susan through the standard toilet slave routines! Sandra was 25 years younger than Susan but had been trained well by her mother as a dominant. Sandra used to love to find Susan's messy panties at the lake, as she would show them to her mother and her older sister, laughing at Susan. Sandra also thought that Susan's hairy armpits were wild and loved getting to see them around the lake house while out on the pontoon boat.
Now that her children are grown and married the 54-year old Susan has even more time to pursue her fantasies. She got word that her beloved Aunt Sue (the aunt that had introduced her to potty slavery) was having her Seventy-Fifth birthday. Her aunt asked her to accompany her on a trip with her. She could not refuse.
The two of then went to Springfield, Missouri. They stayed together at a nice hotel for four days. They renewed their relationship. Her aunt had always assuming the dominant roll. She would sit on Susan's mouth and force her to drink her pee and clean her dirty asshole just as she had done to her as a young girl. Susan fell back into the role of potty slave to her beloved aunt. Aunt Sue was also still amazed that Susan made and wore such nasty white panties with her pee and poop stains always present!
They also had the opportunity to visit the Missouri National Forest. They rented a Jeep to get away from the normal tourist destinations. It was a pleasure to get out into the woods and wonder along the trails where they could enjoy walking around naked. Susan got an enormous thrill out of lying on a bed of pine needles so that her Aunt Sue could squat over her and pee on her face and into her open mouth. She actually regretted when the visit was over and they had to return home.
I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com