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A Cheerleader's Story

Chapter One

I have felt a compulsion to tell my story for sometime.
I have been hesitant to do so because I could see no
possible good could ever come from such a story.

I was born poor in a small town. I wanted to be a
cheerleader for as long as I could remember. I had no
problems making the cheer squads until I got in high
school, Senior High was a real problem. The captain
ran the squad. If she wanted you on the team you made
it, if she did not, you did not make it. Skill was not
the determining factor. I was one of the better cheerleaders
on the JV squad my freshman year.

The captain of the senior varsity squad was a junior.
She was very pretty with lots of blonde hair and
sparkling brown eyes. Her parents were rich and she
wore expensive outfits all the time. She was the elite
and knew it. She was very stuck up. She put people down
daily yet she was still popular. It was like she could
do no wrong. She did not go out with guys much. Some
said she was way to good for the local guys. Some said
she preferred girls. I was to learn a lot about her.

A couple weeks before school was out Samantha walked up
to me.

"I heard you were trying out for the Varsity."

"Yes, anything you can do to help me, I would appreciate."

She laughted in my face. "What makes you think you are
Varsity material? Oh I know you can do lots of stunts.
I know of your gymnastic skills but there is a lot
more required of a JV girl before she makes the Varsity.
Do you really want to tryout?"

I was excited Samantha asked me. I was excited she was
even talking to me. I knew she was stuck up but I also
thought she was sooo beautiful.

"Yes, I am trying out." I managed to say.

"We have all summer to get you in shape. To mold you
into the person you must be to fit in." She told me.

"I will take you on, as sort of a trial for this summer.
When school is out for the summer, give me a call. I
will tell you now, you must be willing to work very hard
all summer until tryout time. Even then, you must work
extra hard all year. It will be my senior year. I want
it to be memorable."

She looked me up and down. I almost wilted under her
icy stares that seemed to cut to the bone.

"I am not at all sure you can measure up. I doubt if you
have what it takes to go the distance. You will probably
give up and I will have wasted a lot of my valuable time
training you. If you do, I will see to it that you will
never cheer again. Got it?"

It was not the words Samantha said but how she said them
and with her put down looks. She was clearly superior and
knew it. I knew I would never let her down. I would do
whatever it took.

As soon as school was out on the last day I saw her across
the school parking lot. She was about to get in her car.

"Samantha!" I called to her and ran towards her. I know
she saw me, she looked right at me. She put her pretty
little nose in the air, gave her blonde pony tail a swish
and a bounce, got in her car and sped away. I stepped
back to avoid being ran down.

I was devastated. I just knew my cheer days were about to
end. I enjoyed it so much too. The girls were very cute.
I was larger and always was part of the base. I had thoughts
of kissing the soft inner thighs of Sarah, the cheerleader
I was part of the base for. I liked it when she stepped in
my hand and I helped boost her up. I never minded when she
put her weight on my leg, arms, side or back, or whatever
the stunt choreographed, even though on ocassion her shoes
scuffed my skin. I was always so careful when I caught her
too. There had been several times I was hurt a little
protecting her. That is the responsibility of a good base.

I did not call Samantha the next day. I did not call her
until Friday. I could stand the anguish no longer. I
called her cell number.

She answered and just the sound of her voice made me tingle.

"Why are you calling me?" She answered in her, I am so
superior voice.

I told her I like really wanted to be a varsity cheerleader.
I rushed on and said I would be a really good base for her.
I told her how I would always assist her and make her look
good with the cheers.

"I will look good whomever I have as my base. I am having
doubts about you anyway. I really do not believe you can
cut it and I do not want to waste my time training you. It
is not just cheering, there are other responsibilities for
the one I choose as my number one base."

Wow! I thought. I was being considered as her number one base!
That would make me the number one base on the whole squad.
Wow! The number one base on a state, maybe even, national cheer
team. My heart was racing.

"Please, Sammi, please give me the chance. You will never be
sorry. I promise. I will do everything you say, just the way
you want it done."

I heard giggling. It seemed like forever before she spoke.

"I am saving that. Do not forget all that you just said. You
promised to, "Do EVERYTHING I say,' and 'Just the WAY I want
it!' (g) Alright, you get your chance to, "Do everything I
want just the way I like it!' Get your ass over here. Like now!"

I rushed to her house. She lived about ten blocks from me. I
rode my bicycle as fast as I could. I had powerful legs and was
a very good cyclist.

I arrived not even breathing hard. I rang her bell. She was so
lucky she had been borned rich, not poor like me. She lived
in a beautiful home in a nice subdivision. The lawn was
immaculately sculptured, lawn service, of course. I mowed
ours with a push mower!

I waited a full minute then rang again.

Almost another minute passed, these minutes seemed like ten.

Sammi opened the door. She was lounging around the house
and look gorgeous. Most girls would give anything to look
that good at their best.

She was talking on her cellie and waved me inside without
ever missing a word to whomever she was talking. She pointed
toward the living room and walked down the hall and into
another room, still talking.

After a few minutes she reappeared.

"Soooo you want to be my base? I will give you the chance.
It will not be easy. I have to be sure you are truly dedicated
to me and to the team. I have ways of testing you to be
positive. We will start now. You know, I do have to be
positive. The things you must do for me will enable me to
assess just how dedicated you really are."

Her smile increased as she was talking. Her brown eyes
sparkled. She was enjoying my apprehensiveness immensely.

"Well.....say something. Do you want this or not?"

"Oh yes, sure I do." I responded. hoping my voice did not
betray me and show my doubts. Cheering was my life. Without
it I would be a nobody,lost among the student body. I was
certain of that.

"Great!" Sammi became more vibrant and took on a superior
mode. "Follow me. I will show you my room and what you
must do for me. I am into clean.....no make that immaculate.
I do not have time for cleaning. I hate it too. It is sooo
demeaning."

She turned abruptly. I almost bumpted into her. My eyes
were glued to her ass. Mine was not shaped like that. Her's
was beautiful, like everything about her. Mine did not have
that shape that everyone, boys and girls love so much.

"This is where you earn your chance to be my base. You,
Lindsey, will be my slave. Yeah, remember, 'I will do
everything, just the way you want it!' Remember?"

She moved her cute little head so dramatically her pony
tail bounced. Even that was perfect. She had lots of
blonde hair. That made her pony tail seem almost alive as
it bounced and bobbled when she walked and talked. When
she ran, well, it assumed a life of it's own.

I noticed my mouth was still opened, about the time Sammi
said. "Close your mouth, there are no flies in here to
catch. I am going for a swim. I want to see my room picked
up, everything cleaned, and yeah, Lindsey, clean my
bathroom too. It has been neglected."

She turned. I followed her into her bedroom. She went to
a huge walk-in closet and got a tiny bikini. She turned
her ass towards me again really close and said.

"Unfasten my necklace and help me undress."

My fingers were all thumbs as I unfastened the clip.
I felt tiny electric shocks surge through me when my
fingers touched her skin. Perfect skin tones. Not dark
but still almost copper. Not from hours in the tanning
booths either, this was Sammi's skin, all natural and
beautiful.

By the time I had it unfastened she was out of her shorts
and removing her top. I stared at her. I could not help
it. Sure I had seen her cheer panties many times. I
was still mesmerized. Sammi noticed it too. She never
missed much.

"Are your eyes hitting on my ass, Lindsey? Why, I believe
they are. Get on your knees and I will let you remove my
panties."

She was almost breathless as she spoke those words. I was
still speechless. I slowly sunk to my knees, my eyes never
left her bod. When I was on my knees my face was even with
her abdomen. Her tummy was flat and muscular. I looked up
at her. Her face had an expression I had never seen before.

She recovered her composure before I. "Lindsey, the sun will
be gone before you remove my panties at the speed you are
moving. I swear I think you are into girls or something!"

"It is, it is you are more, well perfect than I have ever
seen." I was tongue tied.

Sammi looked down at me with a warmer smile than I had seen
on her before. It did not even look fake.

I sat on the floor and reached for her panties at the sides
of her hips. I hooked my thumbs in the waist band of a
pretty pair, "Fredericks of Hollywood". Sammi could be in
Hollywood, for sure.

I pulled them down slower than I should have. I looked at
her neatly trimmed blonde bush. I had never seen a blonde
bush before. Sammi stepped forward. Without a thought I
kissed her bush. I know it was stupid. It was there in front
of me. It was beautiful, I desired it, so I done it.

Sammi stepped back a look of horror on her face. "Why did
you do that? You are into girls arn't you. Well! I never
immagined that!"

I was so embarrassed. There was no hole to crawl into.
No place to go, no place to hide. She continued to stare
at me. I was looking down at the floor. I raised my eyes
a little and was looking at her slit in the middle of a
perfect mound. I had had feelings before, never like this.
I wanted to bury my face in her crotch and eat her out.
I wanted to taste her pussy. I could scent a slight
aroma from it. I had not noticed that before.

I still said nothing. My eyes widened as I saw a trace
of milky white forming in her pussy. Why was she cumming?
I had read a lot but knew nothing from experience. Hell,
I had never had, "an experience."

I knew Sammi was turned on by our encounter. She was not
thinking of a guy. At least I did not think she was!

I leaned forward. I was like in a trance. Sammi looked
down at me and stepped forward. My lips touched her skin.
Her aroma was much stronger now. I began kissing Sammi.
I kissed her everywhere. Her flat little tummy, her cute
little belly button, I kissed her bush again too. Why did
I love the feel of her blonde bush against my lips? I
felt her hands on my head pushing my mouth to her pussy.
I did not resist. I opened my mouth and licked her lips.
I had never tasted cum before. It had a sweet taste.
Surely no other girl tasted like this I thought as I
licked again. Sammi was now thrusting her pussy at my
face and pulling on my head with her hands.

My brain was in a roar of confusion. I loved it but heavy
confused guilt feelings were present too. I pushed them
aside and continued to lick Sammi's pussy. When she began
to make little noises I removed my hand from around her
and pushed it down to my g spot. Sammi felt my hand
against her and pulled away from me.

"Stop it, Lindsey!" She scolded. "Bad girl! You can not
play with yourself. You are here for my pleasure. Remove
your hand from your pants or leave.!"

She pointed towards the door for emphasis.

Would she really do that? I was not at all sure. She
seemed very sure of what she was doing. Sammi was in
control. I had never seen her when she was not in control.
She was even in control in the class room.

I removed my hand and said, "Sorry."

She moved back to me and we resumed.

"Move your tongue over my clit. Ohhhhh that is the right
spot. Take it in your lips, Ohhhh yes, yes! Suck on it a
little. Lindsey you are going to become an expert at
eating my pussy. Ohhhh multis all summer for me. I want
you here everyday. Ohhhh yes, yes, yes, she screamed as
she reached orgasm on my face. I pushed my tongue in her
pussy and up her love canal as far as I could. I strained
my tongue for one more millimeter. Her jucies flowed into
my mouth. I swallowed. I loved it. I did not care what the
whole world thought. I was on edge. I wanted relief so
badly. I reached for my pussy again.

Sammi grabbed my wrist. She was strong. Like really strong
for a small girl. Sammi was only about 5'2" or 3".

"Lindsey, you can not do that. Not here or anywhere without
my permission. That is the most important part of your slave
relationship to me. I have to own you. If you disobey me,
I don't own you. If I don't own you, you are nothing to me."

She looked at me. Her gaze was one of total seriousness. Like,
I know that, why don't you know that?

"I need to so bad, Sammi. I feel like I may burst. I have to,
Sammi." I said as I reached for my pussy again.

Sammi's hand flashed with lightening speed and slapped me hard.

My head went sideways. It hurt. My first impulse was to beat
the shit out of her. I started to tackle her.....I stopped. I
looked up at her.

"I am sorry Sammi." I said. That was the second time I had
said that, unsure of why. I had done nothing to be sorry for,
had I?

"You have to learn, Lindsey. It will be difficult. I will
train you but you must want me to. You must want to be
trained more than anything. Even more than cheerleading.
Cheerleading is for a few years. This training can change
your life forever."

She moved her pussy to my face. "Kiss and lick me some more,"
She said gazing down at me.

My mouth went to her mound. My tongue began exploring her
crevices, folds, and lips. I was in love with Sammi Smith.
I knew I was deeply in love. I thought about what had just
happened. I did not think my life would ever be the same
again.

A Cheerleader's Story

Author's Note

When you see, (g) in the story it means the person giggles.

Chapter Two

When Sammi's sexual appetite was satiated she casually
said, "Lindsey help me with my bathing suit. While I am
smimming and tanning, you clean this place. Like really
clean, OK?"

It was not a question. It was a command. I helped her
dress, I was so horny. I kissed her pussy while kneeling
in front of her as I tied her bottoms. She had one
fabulous ass. She giggled.

"I am simply going to adore owning you. I will train you
to give me the very best in oral attention. I will want
for nothing. You, though, will have very few orgasms!
Keep your hands off your pussy!"

She twisted her gorgeous ass and made her pony tail
bounce more than usual as she walked away.

"Oh, slave, if you miss me too awfully much, you can
sniff my panties before you hand wash them!"

She giggled all the way outside.

I went to the window. I could see her as she dove in the
water. She had the most beautiful diving form. I touched
my pussy. I was wet. I played with myself some. My sexual
needs increased. I picked up the panties I just removed
from her. I turned them wrong side out and slowly put
them to my face. I inhaled deeply allowing her aroma
to fill my nostrils. I held my breath, then released
the air through my mouth and inhaled again. A deep breath.
I did this several times. I lowered my empty hand to
my pussy. I inserted two fingers. I lay on the floor
with Sammi's panties to my face and my fingers in my pussy.
I wanted to obey Sammi and not do this. My need was to
great. I could not stop. I would cease for a few seconds,
but return to my sexual activity with even a greater need.
I lowered the crotch of her panties to my mouth and licked.
I had never done anything like this before. They did not
taste bad at all. I was surprised at how good they taste.
I had just eaten her pussy and swallowed a lot of her cum.
It was good, but I thought her panties would not be. I
licked and licked as I had my first orgasm enhanced by
something of another female. It was the most intense
orgasm I had ever had. I even cried out Sammi's name.

As my breathing returned to normal I continued to lick her
panties. One part of me felt perverted, another part felt
very satisfied. I could live with these unsure feelings I
thought for the pleasures I had just had. Why would Sammi
not want me to reach orgasms by giving her pleasure?

I was getting off the floor and saw Sammi out of the corner
of my eye. I could feel my mouth drop open.

"You slut, you whore, you creep! I gave you an order! No
masturbation! You disobeyed me! Get out of my house! If
you have no more control than that!"

"You have not cleaned a thing! You have been up here all
this time acting like the slut you are! I will have
nothing of you." Sammi said.

She was furious. I really did not understand. I loved her.

"Please, Sammi, I love you." I heard my voice speak. I
sounded far, far away.

"I really don't give a damn if you love me or not! You
disobeyed me. For what? Your own sexual gratification!
Your gratification is nothing. I have never been so
pissed at anyone in my whole life!"

"Please Sammi. Please. I will make it up to you. I promise.
I will do anything for you. It is not the cheerleading
anymore. I am in love with you. I have never felt like this
before. I tried to control myself. I could not. You are so
beautiful and perfect. I, I got carried up into the moment.
I am sorry Sammi. Please give me another chance." I said
while in a kneeling position on the floor.

"I may. But if I agree to, you must accept whatever punishment
I deem appropriate."

Sammi had that superior smirk I had seen so many times and
disliked until now. She stepped closer to me and put her bare
foot to my face.

"Lick my foot slave, lick all of it really good. Lick the
bottom, I may have stepped in something. I hope it was shit!"

Sammi giggled and looked down at me. She had a totally
superior expression. She began to smile. The smile started
with down turned lips and gradually grew to a large smile.

"This is not your punishment, slave. I am allowing you to
do this because you worship me and want to. You will not
enjoy the punishment, I can promise you that!"

I ran my tongue over Sammi's foot. I sucked and licked each
toe. She was patient with me even though I was taking a l
ong time to do all of her foot. I could hardly keep my hand
away from my pussy.

"Call your house and get permission to spend the weekend
here with me. I am going to punish you all weekend. I will
really get off on hearing you cry for mercy. I am not a
merciful person. You do know that, don't you slut?"

I continued to lick Sammi's foot. There was nothing on the
bottom of her foot. I doubt if there was any dirt, really.
Their house was very clean.

I took the phone she was offering me and dialed my number.
My mom answered and I asked for permission to stay at
Sammi's.

"Sure, dear, Sammi is that sweet little cheerleader, is
she not. She is so cute. You will need somethings to spend
the night though. I am going to town, I will drop them off
for you if you like."

"That would be great, mom, thanks." I said.

I handed the phone back to Sammi.

"You handled that very well, slave. I will not start your
punishment until she comes by. I would not want your mom
to see you in tears! (g) She might not think I was so sweet!
You will be able to tell her how sweet I am after this
weekend. You will know I am made of sugar, spice, and
everything nice!" (g)

"Now get your ass busy and clean this place!"

She gave a kick with her foot to my face. Her foot hit
my nose and made tingles go over me. It hurt. I touched
my nose to see if it was bleeding. There was no blood.

I got up and started cleaning her room. She went back to
the pool.

I cleaned her bedroom then went to her bathroom. I cleaned
her sink then cleaned her tub/shower. Both needed cleaning
although they were cleaner than mine at home. I was not
a tidy person although I knew how to clean. I turned to
her toilet. I felt strange. It was like something had
control of me. I knelt before her toilet and kissed the seat
where Sammi sits. I kissed it several times. I put out my
tongue and my hand went to my g spot. I made little circles
on it while licking Sammi's toilet seat. I could feel the heat
building in my crotch. I put my other hand in my pants. I was
wet. I inserted one finger than another. Realization hit me.
I jerked my hands away and raised up off my knees. My eyes
quickly went to the door. I just knew she was there. She was
not. I had not been caught. I went back to work on her toilet
with the cleaning supplies.

I heard a car horn I knew it was mom. I ran out to get my things.

"Where is Sammi?" Mom asked. "You look so hot."

"We have been practicing a dance routine, really hard. Gotta run.
See you later. Thanks again, mom."

I stopped at the steps and looked back. Mom was gone. I was
now at the mercy of Sammi for the weekend. Sammi had said
she was not merciful. She had said I would cry? I opened the
door and entered to see a smiling Sammi. This smile was one of
a conquerer smiling at a defeated foe. The thought crossed my
mind to run. I did not. I stood proud and said.

"I am ready for my punishment, Your Majesty."

Sammi giggled. "Drop to your knees slave. This weekend you
must always be on your knees when in my presence unless ordered
to be in some other position."

I dropped to my knees in front of Sammi. She was radiant. I
could feel these strange sensations passing over my body.
Sensations I did not fully understand. It was like all of my
nerve endings were on fire. Sammi was beautiful, truly beautiful.
In fact, she was awesome.

I watched as if in a trance as her hands dropped to her bikini
ties. Instantly her bikini bottom was on the floor at her feet.
My eyes were glued to her pussy. I was consious of my tongue.
Could it actually get bigger? It felt like it was. I licked
my lips and swallowed to avoid drooling. I raised my eyes and
looked into Sammi's gorgeous brown eyes. I felt my mouth
open on its own volition. My head leaned forward as if it had
a mind of its own. Sammi stepped forward. My mouth eagerly
sought her pussy. I had lost many of my inhibitions. I wanted
her so badly. I let my tongue run over her lips. I took one
in my mouth, gently sucking it before moving to the other.

Sammi took another step forward. She placed her legs over my
shoulders. My hands went up to provide additional seating
room for her ass. The skin of her ass was soft but the muscles
of her ass were so hard and taunt.

She let me support all of her weight as her crotch pressed
tightly against my face. I could feel her heat building. It
was already just like an oven.

I was reminded of a girl in the eighth grade for whom I
served as a base. She sat on my neck lots of times. I could
feel her heat after she had been there for even a short time.
I now know it was because she was turned on by sitting on me.
She liked that position. I mean she liked that as a sexual
position.

I was having a little problem breathing when Sammi would
squeeze my face with her soft thighs. I quickly learned
to inhale when her thighs were not pressing so hard on the
sides of my face.

I inserted my tongue. Sammi's juices were already forming.
I could taste her cum in my mouth. She was making little
noises as my tongue circled her clit. It was growing by
the second too. As soon as it was larger I took it in my
mouth and sucked on it.

Sammi put her hand on her G spot. She began making circles
with it. Several times her nails scraped my face. I knew I
had been cut. Sammi had beautiful long manicured nails. I
do not know how she managed them with her cheerleading. I
now remember though, her base got cut several times.
Sammi never seemed to notice. The base never complained.
I now knew why.

Sammi screamed. I felt her body shudder. She gripped my
face with her thighs. I thought she would squeeze my face
flat. I could not breath. Even after her body stopped
shuddering she kept a death grip on my face. My chest
began to hurt. I started to panic from lack of oxygen. I
pulled on her legs. I got them apart enough to gasp air
into my lungs. Sammi farted. Methane from her body interred
my lungs. It burned. I kept gasping for breath. I put my
arms out to keep from falling backwards. With each deep
intake of air I inhaled more fart. She farted again.
I hurt. Sammi was laughing, really laughing. I felt
everything move around me as I lost consiousness.

When I came to, I could smell Sammi. I opened my eyes. I
began to remember the last events. Sammi's panties were
across my face. She had wiped herself with them and left
them on my face.

I inhaled her feminine odor. I was in love with Sammi.
I began to lick her panties, savoring each lick. My
tongue had made several passes acrossed her panties when
I had the sensation that I was being ewatched. I raised
up. Sammi was sitting on the couch, a "Seventeen Magazine"
in her hand. A contented smile on her face. Her eyebrows
raised.

"You just may be the best of the lot. I have had several
slaves, most did not last the cheer season. You may though.
I have great expectations of you. Don't disappoint me,
Lindsey. You would not like a disappointed Sammi!"

A Cheerleader's Story

Chapter Three

Sammi gave me that smile, the one where the corners
of her mouth turn down,

"Come to me. I want to be carried to my basement. That
is where I do my cheer and dance practice. You will
either hate it, or love it there. I love it!"

I felt alright now. I never even thought if I could
have been killed. I thought of how I loved the scent
and taste of everything that was Sammi. I hope I did
not inwardly like the fart. The memory came back to me.
That was repulsive. She may be beautiful outside but
inside, phew! I am not so sure.

I crawled to her. She smiled as she slid off the couch
on my shoulders. She was dressed in hip hugger, short
shorts. Her crotch was in my face. She locked her ankles
around me.

"Crawl backwards. I will guide you!"

She pulled on my left ear. I felt her nails. I also felt
burning on my face. I knew that was from the cuts of her
nails during our lovemaking session.

I turned and crawled the best I could. That was not easy
to do. Sammi giggled and berated me for my efforts.

"Lindsey! Slave! My grandmother is more athletic than you!
Is this the fastest you can crawl! I can see you will
require a lot of conditioning. I am just the trainer who
can put you through your paces. If you last the summer,
you will be in great shape for cheer season. My bases
always are in the best condition." She said in her haughty
voice.

I speeded up my backward crawl. Each crawl step required
my waist to flex and my upper body to twist. I can see why
all of Sammi's bases had great abs.

I dreaded the stairs but we never went that way. Instead
we went outside. Sammi opened the door and I manuevered
us through it which required a lot of Sammi's ear guidance
It was very demanding on my ears.

It hurt when my knees left the carpeted area and touched
the concrete. I needed knee pads for this. Each backward
step required a twist of my knee on the concrete. In just
a few feet my knees were burning. Sammi never noticed.
After a few steps I said.

"Sammi, may I walk upright and carry you?"

"Are you addressing ME slave? I never requested you to
speak."

I heard a swish and instant pain as a multi thong whip
hit my back. Swish, it hit again. I arched my back in pain.
The next swish I arched before the whip struck.

"I am a Princess, you are a slave. Slaves do not talk to
princesses unless requested to speak or given permission
to talk. Like that is going to happen this weekend. I do
not care about your stupid knees. They are not very
attractive anyway. From now on, you will need to wear pads.
You are so stupid, I do not understand how you ever learned
to cheer! Like why do I even bother with you?"

"Get moving! Faster slave!" Sammi said as she hit my back
with her whip again. I did not see her pick one up. I guess
she must have got it when we were going down the hall. She
sure knew how to use it. I knew she could swing it a whole
lot harder. I did not want her to. I never cared much for
pain. I began to doubt my sanity because I had thoughts
that pain from Sammi was erotic. Not as bad as any other
pain I had experienced. I noticed that, when her nails cut
my face during our lovemaking. It hurt, but I, well maybe,
liked it. I thought it was due to the moment. I was also
experiencing these strange never before feelings while not
in a lovemaking session. I did not want her to strike me
with that instrument of pain, however, when she did so, I
did not resent it. I certainly felt no desire to strike
her back. I wanted instead to try harder to please her.

She pulled on my ear. Her nails cut the base of my ear.
I turned. She leaned forward, which bent me backwards, to
open a door. She struck me again.

"Move it slave." Sammi said.

Each time she spoke her voice grew haughtier and more
demanding.

I carried her acrossed the floor until she pulled on both
ears. I presumed that was a signal for me to stop.

Sammi dismounted, and said.

"Stand, slave. and raise your arms as high as you can."

Sammi climbed steps and fastened my wrist above my head.

"Kiss this." She commanded as she put her riding crop to
my mouth. It was leather and had several leather straps
attached to the handle. The handle was ornate with a strap
which slipped over her wrist.

She put her hands in my shorts and pulled them down with
a quick motion.

"Those are not very sexy panties you know. They look like
my mom's panties. If you are in to panties like these,
maybe you would enjoy my mom's panties! (g) I will go up
and get a pair for you!"

Sammi was laughing as she ran up the steps. She returned
quickly holding a pair of soiled panties way out in front
of her. She was holding them between her thumb and a finger
to show me they were really dirty, I suppose.

She gripped her mom's panties in both hands and came at my
face with the very soiled crotch facing me and clearly aimed
for my mouth. There was a ton of dried cum in the crotch.

"I think mom must have put these on to wear to the shower
after her and my dad had sex!" (g)

"Open your pussy mouth, slave. These panties are for you!"

I obediently opened my mouth although the thought was
repulsive to me. There was so much cum in the crotch and
I wanted no part of it. The thought of a man's cum was a
definite turn off. The thought of Sammi making me do this
horrible act was a definite turn on.

Sammi put them in my mouth giggling. "You are a regular
little whore, arn't you? I use to think you were so proper.
Like I would ever believe that now!"

She could sound like the most stuck up female in the world
when she berated me. I could not explain why I was not angry
with her. I could not explain why it made sexual heat build
in my crotch. I only knew it did.

My mouth closed on the panties. They reeked of stale sex
scents. I had no idea how long ago they were worn. The crotch
quickly became slick and gooey as my saliva mixed with the
cum. It tasted a lot different than did Sammi's. I adored
Sammi's. I did not adore this. This was torture by Sammi which
in some unexplained reason, turned me on. Sammi noticed it too.

"You slut! You little slut! You are getting off on eating my
mom's panties and sucking my dad's cum! Swallow all of it you
filthy whore. Maybe I will tell them what you are all about
and when they have sex tonight you can lick the cum off my
dad's dick and suck all of their cum from my mom's pussy. You
would love that, wouldn't you slut!'

"I can not believe I was so taken in by your goody two shoes
act. And boy was it an act! This is going to be a fun filled
weekend. Now I am going to whip your ass!"

Sammi pulled down my panties.

"Chew on those panties, slut! Really chew on them. Swallow
often too! Eat that filth! Make the panties clean. When you
need to cry out, just bite down on your mouthful of panties.
Open your mouth again slut.

I opened my mouth. Sammi stuffed the crotch of my very wet
panties in my mouth. I had never tasted my cum before. That
was repulsive to me. Although I supposed there was no real
difference in my cum, Sammi's cum, or her mom's cum. It was
all in the mind of the perceiver.

"I will tell you how this works. I only tell you because I
like you and you are trying so hard to please me. I will
beat you. When I stop I will inspect the panties. When both
pairs are clean to my satisfaction, I will stop beating you.
So chew hard, swish your saliva through the material,
swallow the pantie soup!" (g)

I heard the swish of her riding crop a split second before
I heard the plop and felt the pain on my ass. She hit me a
lot harder than when she was on my back. When I arched my
back and raised up on my tiptoes I heard Sammi giggle.

I had little time to recover from the pain when the same
thing happened again except this time it was followed by
two more lashes.

There was a pause. I swished my saliva through the panties
and chewed as rapidly as I could. I had already swallowed
several times. There was little cum and piss taste remaining.
I hoped she was going to inspect them. I ate them rapidly.
Let them be clean I prayed, please let them be clean.

There was a loud smack and a buring sensation to my ass.

"I like my ping pong paddle. It is not the one I use to
play table tennis with. Although I did when my dad first
started teaching me. It is a sandpaper paddle. See?"
She said as she rubbed my sore ass with it.

Whack! She hit me again. I yelped in pain inspite of my
mouth being filled with panties. My ass was becoming very
sensitive. Sammi touched it.

"Wow it is so hot! I bet your ass has never been so hot! (g)
"You know, Lindsey, I have never though you had a very
good looking ass. It is not made like a girl's ass should
be made, you know, it's to flat. My paddle may make it
flatter! (g) If it does, you can cut your hair, wear a tight
sports bra and pass for a guy!"

I could hear her laughing at her jokes. They were not funny.

Whack! She hit me again. My ass was sore. Each time she hit
me tears would come in my eyes. I was trying hard to keep
from crying. Little did I know she was going to continued
until I cried. That was part of it. That was a huge power
trip to her. To beat a girl a lot bigger and stronger than
she. She could do it merely because she was so beautiful
and so superior. Thai was Sammi's turn on.

"Uhmmmm," I heard her say. Then a swish and the multi strands
of leather hit my ass. It hurt so much. I cried. I sobbed even.
Tears ran from my eyes. How could anyone so beautiful do this
to someone who worshipped and loved her so much? How?

"Let me see those panties. You cry beautifully, you know. Ohh
I am so wet. You are keeping me turned on all weekend. You
will cry for me and I will make delish cum for you. An even
trade I would say!" (g)

"They are not clean enough. I bet you can still taste the cum,
can't you? Open the panty laundry machine!"

Sammi was all smiles as she looked into my tear filled eyes
gloating on the fact that she was going to beat me some more.
I did not plead for mercy. I would not do that even if she
killed me. My mind was made up and I was one hard headed person.

I tasted the panties again. There was no cum taste, only the
taste of wet cloth. Not clean wet cloth though. Maybe she was
correct, they were not clean enough. I resumed working on them
with my mouth just as the paddle smacked my sensitive ass
again. I lurched forward and Sammi giggled.

She hit me with the paddle three times in rapid sucession.
After the third time she scraped on my tender ass with the
sandpaper paddle. I was sobbing and in tears again.

"Please Sammi stop. Please don't hit me anymore. I will clean
all of your panties by mouth. Please stop. I can't take any
more. I love you Sammi."

"Let me see the panties. Open your laundry lid. (g) Uhmmm,
pretty good. They do not meet with my approval, however.
Open your mouth."

"Oh please Sammi, Please don't hit me anymore. I will do
anything."

"You will, 'Do anything,' anyway, slut."

She climed the steps and unfasten my wrist. I was so
grateful. I fell to my knees ready to worship her. She came
down the steps, stopping in front of me. I kissed her pretty
feet. I reached up and removed her clothes. I placed my mouth
over her pussy. It was cum filled. I licked, sucked, and
swallowed. I felt no shame, just gratefulness to Sammi for
stopping my torture. Sammi looked down at me. Her expression
was soft. She did not look haughty or berate me. She slowly
straddled my face allowing me better access to her private
parts. Pretty soon I was eating her out with gusto. She was
enjoying my tongue as her ass made gyrations on my face.

A Cheerleader's Story

Chapter Four

When Sammi was satiated again she remained on my
face for a long time. Just relaxing on my face.
My neck and shoulders supported her weight. Sammi
was a tiny girl but after a while she became heavy.
I knew better than to complain. She would shift
her position from time to time seeking more confort
for her. She got off and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Silently of course. She turned and sat her ass on my
face. She alighned her rosebud perfectly with my mouth.

"Lick this awhile slave, I know how much you like to
lick my ass. Your pussy and your nipples betray you.
Here, look at this." She unfastened my bra. "Give me
one of these things." She pinched and tweeked my nipples.
My nipples grew when I was sexually aroused. I could feel
them grow against my bra.

"Lindsey, you are such a slut! You are a real whore. I
have never seen anyone become so turned on when I was
playing with them. I think I can, like, do anything to
you and you will love me for doing it and become more
aroused! Before you fill your panties with cum,
perhaps you should know how they are going to be
cleaned. Yep, the Lindsey Pantie Washing Machine.
Oh I love it, I just love it. We are going to have so
much fun this summer. You are going to keep me in a
sexual frenzy and keep me satiated at the same time.
This is going to be my best summer ever!"

"I truthfully doubted if you could handle my playfulness
all summer. But know what, I think you can. You enjoy it
almost as much as I! You are one of those sluts I have
read about on the internet. Lindsey Jones! Who would
ever have believed it! Number one slut of the year! Hell,
the whole freaking decade!"

While saying that she cut a fart in my mouth.

"OMG, that stinks. Inhale and hold it. Ohhh, that smells
awful. What a stink! I know you love my farts! I think
they stink something awful. Don't you ever tell anyone
how much my farts stink. There are those who I have
overheard say, 'Her farts don't stink,' I do not want
them to know the truth. It will be our secret my little
fart sniffer!"

"Lick my asshole really good. You have my permission to
enjoy it. Ohhh yes, I love your tongue in my ass. Since
you enjoy it soooo much, you will do it often! Count on
it!" (g)

"I am tired of playing with you." Sammi said as she got
off me. Tweaking my nipple extra hard. She giggled when
I yelped.

I was so relieved. My neck was hurting. My lungs hurt from
inhaling her fart and holding it in.

"Turn around, slut." She said to me.

I turned. She whacked me on my sore ass hard with her hand.

"That may be blue tomorrow. I got a little carried away! I
often do. Get a clean pair of panties out of that drawer.
Put them and my shorts on me."

She looked down at me, smirked, and put her pretty little
nose in the air. She looked down at me again and wrinkled
her nose at me, turned and walked away, making sure I seen
her ass motion with each step. How could I miss it? It may
very well be the cutest ass in the world, I thought.

When she got to the door, she opened it, stopped, slowly
turned, giving me time to see her profile outlined against
the outside light cascading through the open door.

"Slave, pantie licker, whatever. You may began to mouth wash
all of my panties since you wanted to so much. While you are
enjoying my scent and taste, you may as well be doing
something. Clean this place up. You have dripped cum on the
floor. You are such a slut!"

"Oh yeah, touch your pussy and I will kill you!"

I know she did not mean that literally. I also knew she would
heap a ton of pain on me if I did and she knew. How could I
not touch my pussy? Sammi had me so hot. I wanted the feel of
my fingers inside my pussy so much. My clit ached for attention.
My hand went to my G spot for a little pressure and circle motion.
Ohhhh, that felt so good. Just a little more I told myself.
I reached down and got Sammi's panties. I put them to my face,
inhaled her erotic scent, then put the crotch in my mouth.
My other hand went inside my panties and two fingers quickly
found their way inside. That felt so good. I continued to
finger myself and move my G spot hand in circles. I exploded
with thoughts of Sammi's pussy in my face. I remembered the
scent and the taste. My memory was intensified by the presence
of her panties. I sucked on them and swallowed the juices. I
was in love with Sammi Smith. I loved her deeply. Serving her
would be my life. It is all I wanted. Serve Sammi in any way
she wished would be my life's desire. Any where she wished,
I told myself, I would never be embarrassed by serving her in
public. Hell, I would fall to my knees and kiss her feet
downtown Manhatten if she asked me to. Sammi Smith, the world's
most gorgeous creation was allowing me to be near her and give
her pleasure. She tasted so good. Yep, sugar and spice and
everything nice. That was Sammi.

"Slave, get your ass out here. I have need of you. Hurry it
up."

I hurried out to her.

"You worthless slut. You have masturbated, haven't you?
Your face is still flushed. You are going to pay. You are
really going to pay. I may just kill you, literally I mean.
You will learn to obey me. You are so worthless. You are
the lowest piece of shit on earth. Why do I bother with you?"

Sammi was furious with me. I still did not understand what was
wrong with my enjoying sexual gratification. I gave it to her.

She walked up to me. I was on my knees.

"Lindsey, are you sure you want to be my base, and you know
continue cheerleading? Or maybe you would rather forget
cheerleading and stay completely away from me? If you can not
obey the simplest of orders, I do not want you near me.
Now or ever!"

"Yes, I want to cheer. I would adore being your base. I
would die if I was away from you. You are the only good and
true thing I have ever had. Please Sammi."

She looked down at me with large sad brown eyes. I thought
a little punishment was all you needed. I was wrong. Your
needs go deep. I have never met anyone like you. I thought
I kinda knew you. I never knew you at all. I gave you a
little pain to help you to be obedient to me. It did no
good. This time I am going to humiliate you severly. The
worst humiliation that can be privately done to anyone.
If this does no good, if you do not learn from it, well I
really do not know. I can't do anything much worse to you.
Maybe others will have to administer your corrections.

She stepped forward and straddled my face the way she did
when I carried her to the basement.

"Carry me back to the basement. I will guide you."

I crawled backwards again. When I got to the door she said.

"I think I see somethig I want on the other side of the
pool. Take me to it."

She guided me to the pool deck. It was a very hard and
rough surface. Not designed for crawling on. My knees were
already sore. In only a few steps they were killing me.
Sammi began to wiggle around on my face making carrying her
more difficult. I could feel her heat through her shorts.
Her feminine scent was strong. She had just had sex on my
face.

I continued to crawl to the otherside of the pool. I knew
my knees were raw.

"No it is not what I thought it was, let's go back." Sammi
said through pent up laughter. Her crotch got hotter.

I carried her back. Each step with my knees was excruciating.
Sammi was not at all sympathetic.

"Maybe the new skin you grow will look better on you. Maybe
it will always be an ugly scar. Maybe to ugly to cheer. If
so, well, you have asked for this. I really do not care.
You can always just be my slave and pantie eater." (g)

I got us inside she guided me to the basement bathroom.

"You have pratically begged me for this, Lindsey Jones.
Now you are going to get what sluts deserve. My cum is way
to good for you. Piss is more on the order of your worth.
I am going to pee. You better not let one drop escape.
You treat my pee as valuable. Oh yeah, if one drop escapes
your lips it is three times around the pool with me giving
you a taste of my riding crop every step. You will have no
skin on your knees or your back. I have been to sweet to you.
If I must stop pissing, I will, but I will punish you for
making me stop too.

Sammi began peeing in my mouth. I had never tasted piss. It
was horrible. So strong. I swallowed with big gulps but
could not keep up. I squeezed her leg and she stopped. "One,"
she said.

"Well, I can not hold it all night stupid. Squeeze me when you
want more of my delish pee. It is to good for you, you know."

I squeezed her leg and the flow started again. I swallowed as
fast as I could but could not keep up with her flow. Her piss
came out so fast and hard. It hit the inside of my mouth with
a force.

"Two," Sammi said.

As soon as I got my breath I pressed again. Sammi was giggling.

"Do you know what I am doing to you for stopping my flow? You
are so stupid. I may take a dump in your toilet mouth. Yeah,
one full day of complete toilet service for every time I have
to stop your fountain service. What did you ever think toilets
are for? I shit in toilets all the time. Your mouth is no
different. You are a toilet, Lindsey. I just used you for one.
Once a toilet, always a toilet!"

I hoped Sammi was berating me and was not for real. If she was
truthin I was in big trouble. I could never eat her shit no
matter how beautiful she was. Besides I have heard the phrase,
"Eat shit and die".

I was frozen in time. My mind was not even working. I watched
as she turned and backed her ass to my mouth like it was a
movie, no, a dream. I opened my mouth as her ass hole neared
my mouth. I was in another world. This was not me. This was
not my mouth which was about to be shit in.

I was jarred back to reality when the horrible stink invaded
my nostrils just a second before her shit entered my mouth.
Why did I permit such a degrading thing to be done to me.
One word, Sammi. She could do no wrong. I looked at the turd
in my mouth with a good three inches sticking out. It was a
mixture of dark and lighter shades of brown. It looked two
inches thick although I knew that was not possible. It was
huge and Sammi was so tiny. She must be all asshole.

I had never tasted piss. I had never tasted shit. I had
only had it on my hands a few times. I remembered the stink
did not wash off very easily. This turd was pushed into my
mouth. Squished back against it and protruding passed my
lips under my nose. It was so bad. Words can not describe
it. As if far away, I heard Sammi speak.

"Hurry, take it to the toilet and spit it out unless you
really do want to eat my shit. If you do, swallow, I will
allow you to eat all of my dumps if it turns you on. Try it,
you may like it! (g) You like every nasty thing I have done
to you so far. I see your nipples in that full length mirror.
They are hard as rocks. You are pathetic. I am taking a shit
in your mouth and it arouses you! You are so awful! Swallow
you shit eater!"

I hurried to the bathroom and spit out her shit. I could not
get it all out of my mouth. I spit several times. My mouth
was filling with saliva. The taste was bitter. Never have I
dreamed of the awfulness of this. Why am I allowing this?
Why?

Hey, feces transport. Get your filthy mouth back here. I
have more for you!" (g)

Please let me not swallow. I said to myself. It was so awful.
I do not know how I was able to return and allow Sammi to shit
some more in my mouth. It was like I was not in control of my
actions. I returned to her and placed my wide opened mouth over
her asshole. The stink was overwhelming. I wanted to stop her
before it actually went down my throat. She did not give me
any time to think farther. She shit another turd in my mouth.
She was pushing it out. It was about to go down my throat. I
moved my head back as far as I could. I had a mouth full. I
rushed to the bathroom again. Sammi was laughing at me.
Actually laughing. I gagged as I spit and wretched. I was so
miserable. I got it out of my mouth but that did not prevent
the taste or the stink.

"Lindsey, get your toilet mouth back in here. Gee, if I knew
you were going to be so slow, I would have made you swallow
all of it from the beginning. Get back here this second or
prepare to swallow!" (g)

I rushed back in as fast as I could crawl. My knees were
killing me but the pain was small compared to what my taste
buds were encountering.

She backed up to me and pushed another turd out. She must
have been trying to shit slowly with this one because it
gradually pushed back against the roof of my mouth. I had
little room to move my face away without falling over
backards. The turd stopped and I again rushed to the bathroom.
I spit it out and looked at her shit in the toilet. All of
that could have been lying in my stomach I thought. I gagged.

"Oh, ass licker! (g) Come to me! Be sure you wash your mouth
and tongue good. I want a clean tongue on my ass. Not one that
has shit embedded in it!. You are so disgusting! But I love
you for it."

I washed my mouth and tongue. I know I took along time.

"My little ass lickek, you may bring my whip. For taking so long.
I am beating your ass again. You will have no skin on it before
summer is over. I love giving you licks with my whip while you
give me licks with your tongue! I made another funny!

I picked up her whip and took to her. She was still gigling as
she backed her ass on to my face. I licked the last bit of shit
from her gorgeous ass. No matter what she had just done to me,
Sammi had a gorgeous ass. I could feel the heat in my crotch.

She got off my face and looked at me.

"I wanted to see your face. Don't you realize what I have just
done to you? You are freakin incredible! Uggghhhh. I can see my
shit on you. That is so disgusting. Phew, you stink! What a
sewer mouth!"

Sammi turned and backed up again. "Lick and suck on my ass some
more." (g)

"Wow! I was really impressed. If you could take turds that
large, deep throating my dad should be no problem for you.
Maybe I will tell him. Would you like to have a large
pulsating dick down your throat shooting hot sperm almost
directly into your sewer belly? What a loser you are!"

"Get my ass cleaned. Then get your filthy mouth cleaned the
best you can. I seriously doubt if it will ever be clean
again after what you have just had in it. I have never met
a loser like you. Know what, loser? You are calling your
mom. You are going to beg her to let you stay here with me
all summer. You will tell her how we have a big beautiful
home and how I want you to stay, etc., etc. Well I do want
you to stay. I want to use you all summer. My summer will
be so awesome. Your's will be hell, but that is what you want.
Don't you want that slave? You want to be used and abused by
me. Well, you are going to get it. You get off on being
abused, I get off on abusing. I will really get off on
abusing a loser like you. I just used you for my pee toilet
and took a big dump in your mouth. Does that not bother you?
Shit, you even act proud of it!"

Sammi shook her pretty head from side to side as she said
this. All the time her face was wrinkled by the repulsiveness
of the whole thing. I wondered, where did I go wrong? For me,
had I gone wrong? I felt such powerful urges when Sammi was
using and abusing me. If I were not made for this, why would
I feel those urges? Why would my pussy throb with desire?
I had endured the most horrible degradation imaginable and
had a horrible taste in my mouth. The scent coming from my
breath was as bad as any sewer I had ever smelled. Yet,
I felt a fullness, a completeness. The only thing missing was
sexual relief for me. If Sammi had but masturbated me while
taking her dump, I would have been fulfilled, complete. I
knew then that I was beyond redemption. I would never be
ordinary. I would always be some girl's slave and well,
anything else she wanted me to be. I knew what Sammi was
going to do to me. I would have many more times like the
time just passed. How could she treat me any worse? Answer,
she could not.

I was wrong.

A Cheerleader's Story

Chapter Five

A couple days later I got the opportunity to look at a kinda
of diary Sammi kept. It was similar to a chronology. I was
surprised at some of the things she said. I knew she had
long term plans for me which included a lot of service to
her and that she planned to degrade and humiliate me to
extremes. The aspect which disturbed me the most was, I
would get so hot by reading these things. Especially where
Sammi made comments reguarding my future.

Through the Eyes of Sammi

I have had a loose and distant association with Lindsey Jones
for a year, well longer. She is an underclass person in school
but I knew who she was. She was never a part of my social circle.
We had different friends. She was always a good cheerleader
and worked really hard at it. I remember watching the JV
squad and thinking, Lindsey should be my base. She was so
dedicated to her top. I know why now! She was in love her!

Never did I ever dream Lindsey Jones was lesbian. Never! I
am enjoying her so much. I have had a dedicated bottom before
but nothing like Lindsey. She is awesome! I know I can do
anything and everything to her, and of course I will! :)
She is giving me pleasurable sensations I dreamed of on
ocassion but never in a million years thought would come
true. I have always known I was superior to all other girls.
I was born that way. Most girls are, well, so plain.
Only a very few could do the things to someone else I love
to do. My happiest times are when I am doing something to
someone that is, you know, awful. Not the person, the things
I am doing. Like the toilet thing. How could anyone ever
willingly be use for such a gross thing, how? I watched
Lindsey as I did bad stuff to her. Her nipples grew! She was
turned on by my gross and horrible treatment of her.

I guess I first began to notice her when she was a base for
Sarah. Sarah moved. She was so dedicated to Sarah, her
performance, and protection. Lindsey never complained about
little scuffs bases receive. She always looked at her like,
a lovesick puppy. I should have known then, but I just never.
Not little miss perfect attitude. She won Miss Congeniality
at a JV cheercamp last year. I would never win that award!
I might win one for little miss bitch. :) OK, so I know it!

The world was made for me to use, the people on it were
created to serve me. That is simple enough is it not?

Her being such a good bottom to Sarah is the reason I
approached her that day. I was just going to teach her more
about being the kind of base/bottom I wanted and needed.
You know how to always make me look good. Flying is not
all that difficult if you have a base you can really trust.
Sure I had plans for a sort of slave. But when we began to
get into it I noticed how much she wanted it! I was
thrilled although she never knew that. She believed she was
barely hanging on to the cheer spot. Hell, I was not about
to let her get away! She will be soooo good. I am going to
teach her something we will never do at a game but it will
be good training. It will help her concentrate on me and my
position no matter what goes on around her. That is very
important.

I began to become aware of her attraction for my bod. Like
when her mouth fell open looking at me. Or how about when
she was on her knees in front of me and was mesmerized while
looking at my bush. I thought she was just lesbian. So she
liked girls. Nothing wrong with that. I prefer girls too. So
I tried a little control, like not allowing her any relief.
Just build the tension. A lover performs better like that.
Once they have been allowed orgasm, they are no longer
interested in giving pleasure to you.

She wanted more! She wanted a lot more! She wanted to be
punished. She wanted to feel pain administered by me. I
liked that! Yeah, like I was really in to that!

By the way she ate me out, I knew she would play with my
panties and masturbate herself. I knew I would catch her.
Just a ploy to punish her. :) I never realized how much
I could punish her though. No one would have dreamed of
how deep I could take her. I don't know how deep her
depravity goes, I will find out though! :) I will enjoy
every second too!

She was not close to dying. Just a little long on my fart
and a little short on oxygen. Sensory overload! :)

She went through all that pain for little me. I got so
hot! Yeah, when she was carrying me on the pool deck.
Her knees looked bad. They would heal of course, but it
would take awhile of not being used as pony feet! Like
that was likely to happen! I enjoyed riding her that way
I enjoyed her face against my crotch. Her face was made
for that purpose. Most faces are.

My mom's panties was a test as to how for she would sink.
I said lots of stuff to her. I may do some of them too! :)
I was not prepared for her to drink my pee. Like I was
totally shocked. When she did not protest my shit entering
her mouth, well, I felt like a goddess. Never had anyone
done that before! She was a good shit transport too. :)

I knew she might choke when I forced the turd hard against
her mouth. But I thought, her throat is larger than my cute
little ass hole! She should be able to swallow if she had to!
She will stay with me all summer and be so used.

Will she ever fit in with the cheer squad? Well that depends
on her. I really do not know for sure. It also depends on how
carried away I get with abusing her. She could be a welcome
addition to all of the varsity squad. There is a lot of things
she could do to remain a part of the team. I certainly could
not hang with her socially. She is so far beneath me. :)
Literally too!

The silly girl wants sexual relief. I know she would love
it if I would touch her, well, no way. Why should I masturbate
my pee toilet! That would be disgusting. Lindsey is disgusting
but I will allow her to worship me and I will use her. There
are those created to serve and those created to be served. It
is a real shame they can not get together more often and make
for happier lives.

Lindsey convinced her mom to allow her to spend the summer.
She explained her knees and the scratches on her face as
being cause when she fell trying to fly like me. She never
blamed me for any of it. Was that not sweet of her? A
regular little subbie!

Watch our next cheer practice session. Do I have plans for
her!

Our first night together was spent in my bedroom, of course.
I had Lindsey pull my chair to the foot of my bed so she
could lay on the chair and on my bed. I wanted her face
close to my pussy or my ass all night. I had chili for
dinner. My mom was surprised.

She looked at the two of us and said.

"Sammi, sweetheart, you never eat chili. When did you decide
you liked it?"

"I am trying to like it because you like it so much, mom."

She was pleased with that answer.

She looked at Lindsey a lot. Good thing she could not see
Lindsey's ass! It was turning purple in spots where I got
carried away with the ping pong paddle.

Mom also was curious why Lindsey did not eat hardley anything.
She said she was trying to lose some weight because next year
she would be on the varsity cheer team.

After dinner Lindsey volunteered to do dishes. Mom said
something about both of us girls doing them, but I told mom I
had just bought a new cd and I really wanted to listen to it.
Lindsey had insisted earlier that she would do them so I could
hear my new cd. I smiled sweetly at Lindsey when I said that.
There had been no discussion.

Lindsey insisted on doing the dishes and no one minded. In fact,
everyone was pleased.

Mom came to my room while Lindsey did dishes. I was listening
to a cd but it was not new. Mom knew that.

"Sammi, does that mean what I think it means?"

"Yeah, kinda, well, mom, she wants to do things for me. I let
her. It would be mean of me not to let her enjoy herself, now
wouldn't it?" (g)

"Yes Sammi, it would. Let her enjoy herself to the fullest."

Mom gave me a motherly hug and a warm smile. As she walked
out of my bedroom she turned and said.

"I think she will fit in just fine. I really did not want
you to do dishes, the maid could have done them tomorrow."

"I know that mom, we probably will not need a maid anymore.
Lindsey loves to clean!"

"Sammi, may I ask why the chair is pulled up to the bed?"

Her eyebrows raised as she asked that. Like they do when
she asks something she already knows the answer to.

I may have blushed a little when I said with a giggle,
It is support for the Lindsey air filtration system.

Mom smiled. "Enjoy her Sammi. I really did not think
you were inviting her for the summer because you wanted a
friend. You wanted a slave toy! Naughty girl!"

I knew my mom was teasing. She approved of my use of
lesser beings. She had always told me of my superiority.

"When she is done in the kitchen, send her up here. I
need her." (g)

In less than one hour Lindsey appeared at my door and
properly dropped to her knees. I allowed her to kiss
each of my feet. She had her knees bandaged and was
wearing knee pads.

I let her kiss her way up to my pussy. I stopped her.

"No Lindsey, I am not ready. Get in the chair and put
your head about half way up the bed, under the sheet!"

Lindsey knew exactly what was about to happen!

I threw a comforter over the lower half of the bed and
got and got under the sheet. I tucked the sheet tightly
around my shoulders and farted. I giggled as Lindsey
spluttered.

"Inhale deeply and hold your breath each time I fart.
The reason I don't eat chili is, it gives me gas! You
will handle the gas part though. I am going to love
having you all summer!"

I cut another big one. I was laughing. Well it was funny!
Lindsey would be a very good fart filter. I told her so
while laughing at her. It turned her on to be degraded by
me. I thought that was awesome! I did not know how badly
the scent was under the cover. I did not want to know
either, not by smelling anyway!

"Lindsey are you still alive?" (g) I asked between her
splutters.

I cut anoher one. I bet the air was so thick she could
almost eat it. Maybe she will some day!

"Don't inhale so strongly, Lindsey. There is enough to
last you all night. You can depend on me to add to the,
"aroma of your dreams", on ocassion. I already told you
why I never eat chili, well, almost never." (g)

"Tomorrow we will have great cheer practice. You may
be light headed, more so than usual!"

"You are so much fun, Lindsey. Uh oh, here comes another
one!"

I do not know how many farts I cut for my little slave's
enjoyment. I gave her a break from under the covers long
enough to savor some delish, Pee of Sammi. She seemed to
love it when I made remarks like that to her. I would not
let her wear a bra because I had to know what turned her
on. I rapidly came to the conclusion that anything
degrading, insulting, or my giving her pain, were things
she enjoyed. I was so amazed by that. I did not try to
comprehend it, I just enjoyed it.

I made her stay under the covers all night. I have to
say, I enjoyed farting. It was also nice to have the
portable pee toilet close by. I am sure she did not suspect
I gave her a lot of kicks with my feet and scratched her
many times with my toe nails while being awake and not
asleep as I pretended.

I had always planned to go away for college. That is a
time when young ladies sort of break away from parental
controls. They find themselves. Now, I know I am staying
here. Unless I can figure a way to take my personal slave
with me. Having her attend to my ever want and need is the
greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I will
probably never understand why she likes it so much. Mainly
because I really do not care. She does. So I will use her.
The power trip is awesome. She is so big and physically
strong, I am so tiny, yet, I control her completely. I
love it.

A Cheerleader's Story

Chapter Six

Sammi kicked like a mule all night. I slept little. She
also dug her toe nails in me several times. I was being
marked all over by Sammi. These markings were a brand I
guess. They signified my devotion to her.

After it became day, I did not know what time, Sammi
gave me a kick and said.

"Wake up Lindsey. I need to pee. I am not ready to arise
yet, so I am using you. Yep, you get to enjoy the morning
pee of a goddess. You should be very happy."

She threw the cover off of us. I later discovered why. She
wanted to watch my nipples to see if I would become turned
on by her use of me. I did, and she noticed.

She giggled the whole time she was pissing in my mouth. Her
pee was so strong. I could smell it too. Despite the taste
and smell, I loved my mouth positioned on her. When she
finished and I licked her she took my hair in her hands and
pulled my mouth to her mound. Sammi had little reguards for
my comfort.

"Lick and suck on me, slave. Omg all of your areolas are
nipples! Lindsey, you are a slut. I mean a slut of the
lowest kind. I have pissed in your mouth. You swallowed all
of it and now licking and sucking me makes you hot. You are
to much."

"Your nipples are going to be the death of you Lindsey Jones.
You should have cut them off when you reached puberty!"

"Would you like to service me during my menses?"

When she said that she reached for my nipples and began
rolling them around with her fingers and thumbs. They stayed
rock hard while she degraded me.

"You would! You really would! Lindsey, my period is due in a
day or two. I am really going to keep a close pussy mouth
contact. Your nipples are getting harder! I thought they were
as hard as they could get. This will be my best summer ever!
I have never in my life believed I would look forward to having
a period. Yeah, Lindsey, you are going to be my menses slave.
If someone said that to me, I would be so disgusted. That
would be repulsive. It would be awful beyond words. Not to you
though. I do not know if you are turned on by my telling you
I am going to do such a disgusting thing to you, or if you are
turned on with the thought of licking and sucking on my pussy
during my heavy flow time. I do not care which it is. You are
going to do it, slut. You are going to swallow too!"

"Suck on my pussy, slut. Suck on it and pretend my flow is
entering your toilet mouth. Swallow and pretend you can feel
the clots and taste the blood and discharge. Put your hand
on your pussy. Get yourself off while you suck my pussy and
pretend you are serving as my menses slave. Do it, slut!"

"Yeah that is it! Press on your g spot with your other hand.
Suck on my pussy. Put your tongue as far inside me as it
will reach. Ohhh yes! Tongue fuck me, slut!"

Sammi now had my mouth tightly over her. I was fucking her
with my tongue. I was being treated with a lot of cum. She
positioned me so I was on my back. She was a straddle me
and rode my face hard. Lots of times I could not breathe.

My finger fucking myself and the attention I was giving to
my g spot caused me to be more short on breath.

When she climaxed her body shuddered and she pulled my hair
so hard I thought it would come out of my head. I came at
the same time too. I was exhausted. When she finished with
me. She lay back and gave me an order to suck out everything.
She wanted everything cleaned with my, "slut tongue," she
called it.

"Prepare my bath. Get the temp just right. If it is not
I will use this on you until you get it right."

She picked up her multi strand riding crop and hit me
lightly for effect. Even a light hit hurt.

I looked at my stomach and chest. I had toe nail scratches
all over me. I had what looked like a bruise below my left
boob too. I knew that was from one of her kicks.

I got up, I was sore all over. My flesh burned everwhere
from scratches.

I went in the bathroom and started running water. I wished
I could soak in the hot water for an hour.

I had no idea how she liked her bath. She knew I did not.
She was just using it as an excuse to beat me with her
torture instrument.

I tested the water with my hand. It felt so good. I heard
the swish a split second before my back became flames.

"That was a test, slave. Get your ass flat on the floor.
I need your worthless body for a step to get in my bath.
It had better be just the way I like it too."

"I like the way you layed down with your face up! You just
wanted to look at my bod as I stepped on you. Is that not
right, slut?" She never wanted an answer.

Saying that Sammi stepped on my chest with both feet. She
had a foot mashing each of my boobs. She was facing my toes.

"Look at my ass you pathetic skank. Would you like your
tongue in my ass hole? Would you like the taste of my shit
in your mouth? Well,the next time I need to take a dump I
am using the Lindsey Turd Transport again. That was so much
fun the last time we did it. You got off on it to. You are
such a loser! You are so lucky I am amicable to allowing
you to serve me and I let you get off on ocassion too.
I have read on the internet where some do not allow their
slaves to get their rocks off more than once every few
months. Yeah, you are lucky you have, "Little Understanding
Me," to serve."

With that she squatted down placing her ass in my face.

"Lick my ass hole. Run your tongue up my crack. Yeah, like
that. Stick your tongue inside my ass hole. Tongue fuck my
ass slave. Even that arouses you, bitch. You are the biggest
loser I ever met. You are going to spend your life being
humiliated like this. You had better pray it is by some
gorgeous chick like me and not by some fat ugly bitch."

She farted in my face then turned around and laughted at
me. She stepped off my boobs as she turned around to look
down at me like I was what she said I was. I should have
hated her. I should have wanted to get up and pound her
body in the floor. I should have wanted to stick her head
in her bathwater until I seen bubbles. I did not. Instead,
I thought how beautiful and totally awesome she was. I
thought about her shaved mound. I could feel my tongue
grow in my mouth from need of her. I wanted to eat her out
again and taste her sweet cum. Hell, I would have welcomed
her piss since it meant I would get to lick her pussy.
Sammi was beatiful beyond description. I wanted her so
badly.

She stepped in the water.

"OOOOO, This is to cold!"

She hit me with her crop. I hurried to get up to make it
hotter. She moved her ass backward and my face raised up
in her crotch. She hit my legs with her whip again.

"If you want to suck my pussy instead of getting my water
the correct temp., Have at it. I am using this on you just
like I told you I would. I bet if you had not wasted so
much time admiring my ass the temp would have been correct.
Losers do things like that. Uhmmm, I wonder did you
knowingly delay my bath so I could enjoy beating you? Did
you delay so I would beat you? Did you delay my bath
because you wanted to enjoy the enticing scent of my
feminine aroma before the scent of our sex was washed away?
Owning a slut slave is so complicated. Oh well, enjoy the
taste and scent of my pussy while I beat you."

With that she began whipping my legs with her riding crop.
Each time the crop hit me several red welts would appear.
Each time she hit me she would giggle as I my body arched
forward, pushing my mouth tighter on her pussy.

I did not enjoy the beatings. I did not like them at all.
Sammi seemed to like them though.

I got my hand on the faucet as quickly as I could and
turned on the hot water. Sammi continued to hit me with
her crop. After the water had run awhile I said.

"Please test the water, Your Highness."

Sammi giggled. "I like that, slave. Uhmmm, just right.
Lay my crop over there so you can get it for me if I
desire beating you again."

"Pleasure both of us by washing my bod. Do it slowly and
sensuously. Ahhhh, this water feels devine. I way just soak
in it awhile and allow you to attend to me. My legs need
to be shaved. My pussy needs shaving too. I need a
pedicure. My feet need a good massage. Yeah slave, I
think I will stay here for awhile. Turn on the water
jets for me. Pamper me slave. That is what slaves do.
They pamper and spoil their owner. I do love owning you.
I know I hurt you a lot, but, well, I enjoy it so much.
I know you like it too, even if you say you do not. Your
nipples give you away. Look at them. They jut out so
proudly. They like serving me too. Lindsey, you were
created to serve a superior woman. Both of us know that.
Serve me, Lindsey. Serve your Princess with everything
you are or will ever be. Give me all of you. I will
use you in every way possible. I will see to it that you
receive a lot of degradation with a proper amount of pain.
I will love you in my way, you love me in yours."

With that she became quiet. Her eyes closed. I washed her
body enjoying every touch my hands made with her skin.
Sammi was beautiful. I knew I would serve her as long as
she wanted me.

I bent down and took one of her nipples in my mouth. I
moved my tongue around it while squeezing it with my lips.
I gently sucked on it while Sammi's cute little chest arched
forward. Each of us were in our own heaven. So different
but made for each other.

I planted a row of kisses to her belly button. It was small
and taut. I kissed in a few times and let my tongue savor it.
I could taste Sammi's bath water. Her bubbles tickled my nose.
She placed her hands on my head and guided me to her mound.
She held me there while I held my breath and kissed it. How
could anyone be so perfect I wondered. I ran my tongue around
and in. I was in need or air. I used all of my strength to
bring my head above water and gasp for air.

"You may need to grow gills so you can keep your head under
water and use your tongue. Until you grow gills, you will have
to take a chance on drowning. I like the feel of your tongue
on me, the soft water going in and out with every lick you
make. Hurry and get your mouth back where it belongs."

I could feel the pride swell in me as I plunged my head back
in Sammi's bath water. My tongue began again to play with
each fold and crease. The water burned my eyes because of
the soap now present in it. I left them open anyway so I
could admire Sammi. Also I needed to see. I needed to so I
could be sure my tongue was touching all of the right places.
I stayed under as long as I could before coming up for air.
Sammi turned over for me. I thought that was so sweet of her.
Her ass was so gorgeous. I kissed each of her cheeks before
placing my mouth over her cute little rose bud. I washed it
with my tongue. I reached for a bath scented bar of soap. I
licked the soap then tongued her ass. I repeated this several
times. When my tongue moved up her crack she moaned with
pleasure. I was giving Sammi the attention she deserved.
I continued to lick her body. My tongue was tired. I knew it
would become stronger and have more endurance. I longed for
when I could wash all of my beautiful Sammi with my tongue.
I thought my mouth would benefit from the soap too. Sammi had
deposited a lot in it.

When my tongue was so tired I could lick no more I began
shaving Sammi's legs. Her legs were muscular and formed
perfectly. Her ankles were small. Her feet were size six.
After I shaved her legs I did trim work on her bush. I
left a small patch above her slit. I wanted to feel her pubic
hair enter my nose. I knew it would be awhile before they
were long enough for that. I planned to be here though.
Sammi needed me and I needed her. We both had needs.

I sat in the water and placed her smooth shaven legs across me.
I began to trim her toe nails. When I finished with them I
would paint them and massage her feet. I got a Seventeen
magazine for her to look at while I did her toe nails.

I opened the drain and dried Sammi. She lifted her arms and legs
at the right time. I knew someone had pampered her before and I
was jealous. No one but I had the right to touch my beautiful
Sammi.

I assisted her with getting dressed. I brushed her hair. She
had me get on my knees with my mouth opened. She brushed her teeth
and spit her touthpaste in my mouth on ocassion. I knelt on the
bathroom floor looking up at Sammi. My mouth was opened as wide
as I could open it. Sammi would give me her cute haughty smile
each time she spit.

When she finished brushing her teeth I assumed the all four
position so she could ride me where ever she wished to go.
She guided me to the kitchen. I prepared her breakfast.

While she ate I knelt under the table with my chin on her chair.
I could not see her magnificent pussy because she was wearing
shorts. Her legs felt good against my cheeks though.

I was hungry. I hoped she would allow me to eat. She did. When
she finished she said.

"Slave you may eat now. You may even eat from my plate. Be sure
you wash dishes really good though. I know where your mouth has
been and what has been in it!"

"Clean the kitchen and dining room. Mom likes them spotless.
When you are finished doing that come to the pool to see if I
need something. I may want to play with you. Oh yeah, The entire
house must be cleaned too. I want to watch when you clean the
master bath. I have some special instructions for you."

Her eyes sparkled when she said that.

I watched the movement of her ass and legs as she walked away
leaving me to have breakfast and clean. I already knew I would
clean the tile on my hands and knees. I felt that was the proper
way to clean Sammi's house.

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 o