1 comments/ 8016 views/ 5 favorites Jimmy's Clean Sweep Vol. 01 By: goldengob Since getting divorced a couple of years back, my ex said I was perverted after she found a link to some of my favourite videos from an online porn site, I have enjoyed a sedate single life. At 34, five foot eleven and with only a slight paunch my few friends say I should have a girlfriend by now. But I work from home, and not being one for socialising, other than the occasional trip to the pub with said friends, I haven't had much opportunity to meet some-one else. After what happened last week, I don't think that will be a problem any longer. Living on my own I am more than capable of looking after myself, but I do have a cleaner, Kate, come in once a week to tidy the house. She is quite cute, and we always have a laugh or two when she comes in. I have thought about asking her out, but it would be really awkward if she said no, and I would hate to lose her friendship. On her last visit she told me she was going away for three weeks, but not to worry as a friend would cover for her. "You'll like Stephanie." She told me. "You have quite a bit in common." How right she was. Occasionally I nip out to the shops when Kate is cleaning, the spare bedroom is my an office, but I can't concentrate when she is vacuuming in the flat. It turned out she had been nosing around on my computer - single life makes you very lax at clearing browsing histories it turns out - on one of these days, and must have found my interest for water sports. The next week her friend, Stephanie arrived on time. She is in her early thirties, an inch or so shorter than me, with a good figure, long auburn hair and amazing green eyes. She wore tight blue jeans and an equally tight t-shirt that left little to the imagination. I could barely take my eyes off her. I found myself making excuses to pop in to each room she happened to be in, just to grab a sweater, or check a reference in a book I happened to leave in the bedroom, or some other flimsy excuse. I wasn't proud of myself, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, as she was leaving she turned to me with a smile. "Kate said you were a nice guy." I felt quite flattered. "Next week I think I will have a little surprise for you." Then she gave me a peck on the cheek and left. I don't mind admitting I was a little dumbfounded and considerably aroused. The following week Stephanie turned up promptly at two o'clock. She wore another tight top, this one cut to show her midriff, and a short pale green cotton skirt that stopped half way down her firm thighs. Before starting work, she opened up her bag and produced a 2-lt. bottle of cider. "Get a couple of glasses," she smiled. As she worked, with me following her around less subtly this time, we polished off most of the bottle. She couldn't have helped noticing the bulge stretching my trousers as she paraded round flashing every bit of flesh she could. She must have known when she bent over I could glimpse her small white panties too, because she made a point of turning to look at me each time. The last room she did was the bathroom. This time however she shut the door locking me out. I was a bit annoyed at first, but assumed she maybe wanted to use the loo first, so not wanting to look like a perv hangin around outside, I went back to my study. After a while the cider began to catch up with me. I went back to the bathroom, feeling sure she must have finished up in there by now and knocked on the door. "What do you want?" She asked. "Are you going to be long? Only I need the loo." I called through the door. "You'll have to wait a minute." She said. A few minutes passed and the cider was really pressing me. I banged on the door this time. "Have patience." She called. Oh god, I thought as she turned on the taps. The sound of all that water gushing into the sink, swirling down the plughole, made matters so much worse. I was just considering using the kitchen sink when I heard the door unlock. I shoved open the door and shot into the room not caring if I had to do it with her still in there. What I saw stopped me in my tracks. Stephanie was sat on the edge of the bath in just her white panties. "Right." She said. "I know you want to fuck me, and I may let you if you do everything I tell you." The sight of her sitting there, unashamedly temporarily distracted my body from its initial desire. She stepped over to me and began to unbutton my shirt. She worked so slowly that soon, even with the feel of her breath on my face and watching her breasts squeezed together as she worked my raging hard-on was losing the battle with my bladder. The sound of the still running taps made it worse. I began to squirm as the pressure increased. "Stand still!" She snapped. I opened my mouth to protest my need but was told to shut up. I stood as still as I could, tensing every muscle I could to hold on as she continued at a snails pace. With my shirt finally off she knelt in front of me and began on my trousers. The proximity of her face to my crotch had my cock standing to full attention and helped to hold back my other need. I still had to bite my lip to distract myself somewhat. Trousers and pants around my ankles she ordered me to step out of them. I did. Still knelt in front of me and ran her tongue over the end of my cock then began to nibble it. The resulting sensation after so long without sex was too much and embarrassingly, I shot my load into her mouth. She stood up and glared at me. "Did I tell you you could cum? I don't think so you filthy bastard." She glared at me, as a small trickle of cum escaped her lips. She swallowed the rest. "What do you do for an encore, piss on me?" I just groaned as he placed her hand on my groin and pressed. That was too much for my bladder and it let go. With a semi hard-on I managed to soak her belly, crotch and legs in one huge spray. Stephanie just stood glaring at me until I finished. "You soaked my panties." "Sorry." I muttered. "On your knees." She ordered. Of course I obeyed. Then she told me to remove her panties with my mouth. Not an easy task as there was little fabric to get hold of and what there was, was covered in warm piss. I had never tasted my own pee before, or anyone else's for that matter. It wasn't what I had expected. It was a bit salty, but earthy too and oddly comforting. Of course I could also taste her sex on her panties as I drew the fabric into my mouth and tried to pull them own. All I managed to do was suck a load of juices of them. The only way to get them over her hips I realised was bit by bit. First one side, then the other, then the back. As I dragged the material over her bum I couldn't resist flicking my tongue in between those soft cheeks. I felt her tense for an instant, then push back slightly. She didn't say anything. Eventually I got them past her hips and let go, watching them slide down her legs. That done she instructed me to kneel down in front of her, put my head back and open my mouth. I knew what was coming and sure enough it was. She stepped over me, planted her fanny firmly over my face and relieved herself into my mouth. The hot pee flooded over my tongue and down my throat so fast I could barely keep up with the flow. I could feel some of it running down my chin and body as I choked and swallowed as much of the delicious liquid as possible. "Now you've had a drink," she said when she finished, "put your mouth to work properly." Holding her arse, I knelt on the wet floor alternately licking out her soft cunt and teasing her clitoris until her legs went weak and she pushed down on me as her first orgasm took her. When she recovered, and I could breathe again, she got down on all fours and told me I could fuck her now. I didn't need asking twice and slid my already hard cock into her soaking pussy. I began pounding away to the rhythm of her groaning. After a while she pulled herself up on the edge of the bath. For a better grip I held onto her tits and played with her nipples as I continued to grind into her. As her groaning became louder and her rhythm increased I desperately tried to hold back until she came. Seconds after she cried out through her next orgasm, I shot my second load into her. As my cock softened, the need to pee came again. The feeling of being inside her was so delicious I wanted it to last as long as possible, so I let go inside her. She called me a filthy bastard again but made no attempt to stop me, only started groaning again as I filled her up. When I finished and my cock popped out of her, dribbling the last of my pee onto the floor, she ordered me to lay down on my back. She stepped over me, squatted over my face, lowered her cunt onto my mouth and ordered me to lick her out again. Once again I obliged. Tasting her cunt juices, and my own cum and piss as well as hers as she emptied herself into my mouth for a second time was heavenly. Having come a third time she handed me a toilet roll and told me to clean the floor while she showered. I watched her shower, dress and leave without another word. She is due again tomorrow. I better tidy up first, can't have her spending the whole time cleaning the flat. ***** Jimmy's Clean Sweep Vol. 02 My stand-in cleaner, Stephanie, arrived for her second shift dead on two o'clock. This time I knew what to expect, or thought I did. I had cleaned the house as best I could beforehand. Well after last week I didn't want her wasting time cleaning. A few minutes before she was due she sent me a text that just said 'I expect you to be naked when I arrive.' Who was I to argue eh? When I opened the door, taking care to stay behind it in case any of the neighbours happened to be curtain twitching, she just stood there on the step. This time wearing high heels her beautiful green eyes were level with mine. Her long auburn hair hung loose down over her bare shoulders. A crop-top covered her ample breasts and a knee-length flowing skirt twitched in the breeze which was bringing goose-bumps to my bare flesh. 'Don't hide behind there, Jimmy,' she demanded. 'Let me see you.' Reluctantly I stepped out from behind the door. Stephanie dropped her handbag onto the floor, placed a hand on my neck and pulled me to her, planting her mouth onto mine. Her other hand cupped my cock, while her fingers tickled my balls. As I grew quickly to a full erection under her ministrations she pulled herself back whispered, 'don't even think of coming until I tell you.' Then she stepped past me toward the living room. 'Bring my bag.' I quickly shut the door, grabbed her handbag and followed her. In the living room she looked around critically while I just stood waiting to see where this new, stricter game was going to take us. 'Which is your chair?' The room had a small timber dining set with two chairs, and a two-seater settee and matching arm chair in a dark geometric pattern print. I pointed to the armchair. 'That one.' Stephanie shuffled out of her skirt, dropping it onto the floor. She wasn't wearing underwear this time. I stared at her smooth round arse as she stepped over to the chair, spread her legs and with her finger tugging on her labia proceeded to piss all over the chair. Her hot stream splashed onto the cushion, making a huge puddle before spraying all over the back and even the armrests. When she had finished she turned to face me. 'Now you can get on your knees and clean me. And stop touching your cock.' I hadn't even realised I had been gently stroking myself as she performed her little party trick. I knelt in front of her and stared at her dripping, shaven pussy. I had planned, when given this opportunity, to gently tease, tickle and tantalise her with my mouth. To bring her to a slow and powerful explosion of passion. However, the smell of her piss and the sight of her was too much and I drove my face hard into her sopping dank. I lapped her shaven hole, tasting at first just the dregs of her salty pee a hint of sweat. As I carried on licking, her pussy juices began to flow mingling with the other tastes. I grabbed her arse cheeks and pulled her harder onto my mouth as I heard her start to moan. My tongue was getting tired by the time she came, flooding my mouth. I pulled away, her come running down my face and my tongue aching. 'Now sit in your chair.' She snatched a cushion off the sofa and wiped her pussy on it before tossing it back. 'Um,' I had been holding off going to the loo myself in preparation for this afternoon's adventures and now really needed to go. 'I have to pee.' 'You can go when I say, not before. Now sit.' I carefully eased myself into the chair, soaked in now-cold piss. The sensation and the smell almost overwhelmed my own bladder control. I felt a small amount of pee escape before getting myself together and settling back into the wetness. 'Now you will sit there until I have cleaned.' At least that wouldn't take too long, I thought, after-all I had cleaned everywhere already. It still took her more than an hour to do what she decided needed re-doing. By which time I was so desperate I couldn't stop fidgeting in the soaking wet chair. 'Right then,' she returned to the living room, still naked from the waist down. 'Let's get you sorted now shall we?' Thank goodness, I thought, getting up. 'I've got a present for you.' She smiled wickedly as she rummaged in her handbag. 'Please.' I pleaded, holding my cock, legs crossing and uncrossing. The chair was ruined already, I didn't want to ruin the carpet too. 'Put these on.' She handed me a pair of my own boxer briefs she must have taken last week. Only these had been somewhat adapted. Threaded through the waistband and both leg seams were long cable ties. 'I suggest you put them on back to front.' I didn't have a clue what she was planning but the quicker I did what she asked, the quicker I would be allowed to pee. I was already feeling a little light-headed from holding on so long and was wondering if it really was possible for your bladder to explode. I pulled the soft underwear up my legs and into place. Still smiling, Stephanie knelt in front of me and pulled all three cable ties tight. As she did the one at my waste, the pressure was too much and I started to go. She cupped her hand to my cock as the piss flooded out, through the fabric, down my legs, down her arm, and dripped, then flooded onto the floor. 'Dirty little fucker aren't you?' She smiled when I finished. There was a big puddle on the carpet. My feet were practically swimming. Stephanie stood up, walked around behind me, put her wet hand through the fly of the shorts, between my legs and grabbed my dripping penis. I could feel her hot breath on my neck and her wrist sliding between my arse cheeks as she began to wank me. She must have felt me tense. 'You can come now.' She whispered. I didn't need telling twice as I exploded into my shorts. 'Good, boy.' Stephanie stepped back around in front of me. 'Now, I am going to leave you like this for now. I have other people to see.' She smiled and wiped her wet fingers on the side of my shorts, the little bit of fabric that was still dry. 'You will keep these pants on until I come back tomorrow. If you have been good I will let you take them off and clean yourself up.' 'I can't keep them on that long. They will really stink by then.' 'That's the idea. Things should always smell like they are, and you are a dirty little toilet.' 'But what about when I need to, you know, do number two?' She laughed then. 'What do you think I let you put them on with the hole at the back for? I could have stitched it closed you know.' 'Oh.' I could feel my come drying slowly in my pubic hairs, sticking them together. I wanted to give them a good scratch, but daren't. 'One other thing,' she said as she put her skirt back on. I suggest when you have to pee, you sit down like a girl on the toilet, and when you are done, you will think of me and wank until you come in your pants.' Too shocked to say anything, I just stood there, mouth agape. She smiled, blew me a kiss and left. Sometime later I needed to shit. I sat on the loo as instructed and was just crowning when I realised. The fly hole in shorts is in totally the wrong place to crap through. It is way too high. The tightness of the material and the cable tie around the waist meant there was no way to stretch them to get the hole in the right place. The only option was to reach through the hole, crap in my hand and take it out that way. I hated the thought of doing it, but some part of me liked the idea because my cock sprang to attention as I began to push. I was lucky, it was fairly firm and manageable. I scooped it out and dropped it down the pan with minimal smearing. It was hard to wipe through the small fly hole too. Having finished, I sat back down and peed. The drying fabric quickly soaked through before the rest sprayed into the pan. As I finished, I grabbed my aching dick and thought of Stephanie. Picturing her pursed lips as she blew me that kiss, and the taste and smell of her luscious pussy, I wanked until I spurted into the sopping wet fabric. I sat on the toilet feeling, exhausted, used, ashamed, and a little excited about what tomorrow would bring. ***** Jimmy's Clean Sweep Vol. 03 Had I known this tale would extend beyond one or two episodes, I would have given it a more appropriate title. However, the first step of any adventure is always followed by the unknown. Oh, and if you have not read parts one and two, please note these tales do contain watersports and scat play. If you find such things offensive, please stop reading now. Thank you. ***** Still here? Jolly good. You will recall my stand-in cleaner; Stephanie, the five-nine, auburn-haired, green-eyed vixen. Although she has cleaned on each visit so far, she quickly changed from just cleaner, to piss sex buddy, to mistress. She was due to take over for three weeks while Kate, my regular cleaner was on holiday. I liked Kate; she was a pretty blonde with big, but not overbearing boobs and the sweetest smile. I had often thought of asking her out but never got the nerve. Now of course there would be no way she would ever go out with me. Not if Stephanie told her what the two of us got up to. And I expected she would. Yesterday Stephanie left me securely strapped into a pair of my own boxer briefs, on back-to-front so the opening was at the back, fastened at the waist and around the thighs with cable ties. Subsequently since she left, I have had to pee sitting on the loo, soaking the pants each time. I have also been ordered to wank after each visit while thinking of her. This has made quite a mess of the underwear. I don't know which was worse; that or realising the opening was in the wrong position to shit through, so I had to reach my hand in there and scoop it out. I don't mind telling you I was counting the minutes until she returned to let me take them off. I should have been grateful for small mercies. What she had planned for today was much, much worse. As instructed, she had texted me en-route to my house with two orders, I answered the door wearing only my soiled underwear. She stood in the doorway with a wicked smile on her glossy lips. Her tall frame was draped in a pale yellow summer dress that hugged her breasts and waist before flowing out over her hips and cascading down her thighs to just above her knees. Her floral perfume, as intoxicating as ever, assaulted my senses. She stood there for a moment staring at me. 'Good boy,' she eventually said. 'I have a present for you today.' 'Oh?' I couldn't see anything in her hand other than her attaché case sized handbag. 'Go into the lounge and close your eyes.' I did as she ordered, listening intently for any hint as to the nature of the surprise. It crossed my mind that it could be two burly blokes here to rob the place. But, for all her deviances, I trusted Stephanie. Hearing the front door close and only her heels clonking on the wooden floor of the hall I stood in the middle of the lounge, facing the door, eyes closed and waited. Her perfume caught my sinuses again, this time followed by another smell, one I had become recently over familiar with. Piss and poo. Was she having a dump in my lounge? I could imagine her squatting over the pale carpet and just letting go, a long brown turd curling from between those perfect cheeks into a pile on the floor. I felt myself getting hard as the image played in my imagination, my cock straining against the tight fabric of my shorts. 'You can open your eyes, Jimmy.' Stephanie said sweetly. I opened them to see Kate. My beautiful cleaner and friend, standing shame-faced, wearing only a pair of white panties. Her hands dangled by her side and her head was down as she stared at the carpet a few feet in front of her. Once I got over the shock of seeing her here, and in such an obvious submissive state, my eyes focussed on her small, pert little breasts. Unencumbered by excess weight they defied gravity and pointed straight out at me, as if inviting me to hold them. And how I wanted to do just that. To feel the smooth flesh under my fingers, those firm nipples pushing into the palms of my hands as I caressed them. I felt Stephanie's breath behind my ear. 'I thought you would like that.' I opened my mouth to say hello, but Stephanie put her finger on my lips. 'Kate.' She ordered. 'Turn around, slowly.' Head still bent in embarrassment, Kate complied. That was when I noticed her panties were fastened with cable ties, like my shorts. Only hers had no opening at the back. A large brown stain was smeared all across the back, over both cheeks and right up to the waistband. When she had completed the three-sixty and was stood facing me again Stephanie reached down and caressed my cock. 'I bet you want to rip a hole in those panties and shove this right inside her, don't you?' She dropped her handbag onto the sofa and reaching inside, brought out a small pair of pliers. 'Now, if you please me, I will release one of you from your discomfort. I just nodded, unable to get my mind off of Kate's arse. The smell was beginning to get to me, but I still felt the urge to bury my face between those plump cheeks. Stephanie let go of my cock and told Kate to get on with the cleaning. Then she fell back casually on the sofa, one long tapered foot dangling over the arm, her head resting on the other. 'I'll have a glass of wine,' She ordered. As I went to get it, the second thing she had ordered me to do on her text began to catch up with me. She had told me to make sure I drink three pints of water before she arrived. Standing in the kitchen, pouring the wine, watching it filling the glass slowly, trickling and splashing down the sides, I started getting the urge to pee. 'Here you are, mistress,' I handed Stephanie the glass. She was busy flicking through a magazine. It was full of pictures of naked men. She took the drink without even looking at me. 'Um,' I knew it was stupid to ask, but three pints is a lot to hang on to. 'Mistress, may I go to the toilet?' 'Of course,' she said softly, she licked her moistened her finger to flick another page of the magazine. 'Just as soon as Kate has finished all the cleaning.' I knew that would be at least an hour. There was no way I could hold on that long. It had only been ten minutes and already the need to go was getting stronger. 'Now come here, on your knees.' She hitched up her dress, of course she wore nothing underneath it. Her soft dark pussy hair glistened with moisture. 'Lick me.' She ordered. 'Make me come.' I didn't need asking twice. The smell of her sex was strong and sweet, and sour, tinged with pee. I buried my face between her thighs, she was already so wet my cheeks were slippery in moments as I worked too hurriedly. My tongue sought out her clit and prised it from its hood, flicking and stroking it before thrusting in and out of her hole. I let my teeth graze her clit each time I came up for air. 'Not so fast, shit brain,' she shouted. 'Do it right or there will be no reward for you, or your little friend.' I made myself slow down. Taking it gentler, teasing and probing, I could feel her tense and relax as I worked, stroking her thighs and buttocks with my hands. I assumed by my little friend she meant my cock, but it struck me she might have meant Kate. The gorgeous Kate currently cleaning my house in her soiled knickers. As I breathed and swallowed Stephanie's juices, thinking about Kate's stained white panties, I realised too late that I had been rubbing my cock up and down the edge of the sofa. I exploded into my shorts before I could stop myself. Moments later Stephanie tensed one last time, scrunched up the magazine and came. Her juices flooded into my mouth, nearly choking me as I tried to swallow the hot liquid. Pulling away, gasping for air, I leaned back on my heels and wiped a hand across my wet face. Stephanie smiled at me. 'I didn't say you could come did I?' 'No mistress.' I lowered my head. I had failed, and I really needed to pee now. Just then Kate came back into the room. 'I've finished, mistress.' 'Good.' Stephanie stood up and lifted the dress over her head. She draped it over the back of the sofa and stood there in just her heels. 'Come here and assume the position, toilet.' Careful not to catch my eye Kate walked over and knelt down in front of Stephanie. She tilted her head back slightly and opened her mouth. Stephanie stepped forward, lowered herself over Kate's mouth and let go a stream of piss into her. I watched the tiny sprays splash over her lips and teeth, while most of the rich golden stream shot directly into its goal. I watched Kate's throat bob as she swallowed, struggling to keep up with the flow. Some of it overflowed and ran from her lips, down her face and neck, dribbling down onto her breasts. Trying to concentrate on how sexy Kate looked with the mistress' piss running down her body I couldn't overcome my own now desperate need to go. My bladder felt as if it was going to explode if I didn't release it soon. 'Thank you, mistress,' Kate said when Stephanie stepped back. 'Please can I go now?' I begged, clutching myself in desperation. 'I don't know.' Stephanie smirked. She turned to Kate. 'Do you think he deserves to be allowed to pee?' I looked pleadingly at Kate, who still seemed too embarrassed to meet my eyes. Turning my gaze to Stephanie again, I saw the wicked look in her eyes. She picked up the pliers off the table and snipped the cable ties on my shorts. It was such a relief to feel the freedom, I hadn't realised how constrictive they had become. 'Why don't you use my toilet?' She smiled at me. 'Your reward for pleasing me so well.' The thought of pissing in sweet Kate's mouth horrified me. I had often imagined what it would be like to have her suck me off, to have her tongue stroke my cock, but not this. Then again, my bladder was already sending its load on its way whether I wanted or not. Kate tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide without even being asked. Stepping over to her I lost control before I even got close. Stephanie laughed as I soaked Kate in piss from tits to knees before I got my cock anywhere near her mouth. When I did, Kate dutifully swallowed every drop I shot in there. When I had finished, giving it a little shake out of habit, splashing the last few drops over Kate's face, Stephanie ordered me to get a bowl of warm water from the kitchen and a clean cloth. I returned to the lounge in a flash and under Stephanie's direction put the bowl on the coffee table. 'Now clean yourself up,' She told me. Somehow, it seemed weird washing my bits in front of these women. Considering a moment ago I was licking one out then pissing in the others mouth it made no sense to be wired, but still, it was. And hot too. I couldn't help getting hard again. While I diligently cleaned the come from my pubic hair and the shit from my arse Stephanie told Kate to stand up. 'Do you need to pee, Kate?' she asked. 'Yes, Mistress.' 'Then look at Jimmy. He wants to look into those lovely dark blue eyes of yours, don't you Jimmy?' She turned to me. I wanted to tell her to leave Kate alone, not to be so cruel. But I also desperately wanted to know where this was going to lead. 'Yes.' Kate looked at me. Shame etched across her face, and just a hint of excitement glimmering in her eyes. 'Good.' Stephanie sat back on the sofa, legs wide apart and began fingering herself. 'Now you may pee.' Transfixed, staring into my beautiful Kate's eyes, I watched as her knickers darkened then a flood of piss poured from between her legs, splashing the cream carpet with such force it splashed her feet and ankles. My cock grew so hard I had to take my hand away for fear the slightest touch would make me come. When she finished, Stephanie tossed her the pliers. 'Take off your panties,' she ordered. Kate carefully snipped the cable tie around each leg and then the waist. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she slowly lowered them down her thighs. The crotch sagged heavily with the mashed shit as they passed her knees and dropped with a splash into the puddle at her feet. Stephanie ordered her to stand in front of her, bend down and lick her out. Kate obeyed. I waited, my cock still throbbing as Kate bent almost double, her feet planted wide apart, knees slightly bent, her shit smeared arse in the air and her face buried in Stephanie's pussy while the mistress fondled her breasts. 'Come on then Jimmy.' Stephanie said. 'I know you want to fuck her. Get to it.' I didn't need asking twice. I stepped behind Kate and stroked two fingers along her sopping wet pussy lips before gently pressing them inside. She was so wet already. I guided my cock to her entrance and thrust it in. My belly slapped her bum, smearing her shit onto me. I pulled back and thrust again. Again and again I pushed in to her, each time my stomach slapped against her I got more covered. In a matter of moments I came, filling her with spunk. I heard Stephanie come just after. Poor Kate didn't. I started over to the bowl of water to clean myself off again but Stephanie ordered me to stop. 'Kate,' she smiled. 'Come sit next to me. He's had his fun, now it's your turn.' She looked at me with a wicked smile. 'Kate, dear. You may now wank.' Kate shoved both hands between her legs and began to work away feverishly. It was as if she had been waiting to do it for weeks. Maybe she had, maybe Stephanie had denied her relief just as she'd ordered be to repeatedly come. 'Now, Jimmy.' Stephanie pointed to Kate's dirty knickers. 'Pick those up.' Gingerly, I plucked them from the soaking carpet. I wanted to taste the still warm pissy front, but felt repulsed at the large pat of shit, part of which broke off and plopped out onto the carpet at my feet. 'Now put them on.' I looked at Stephanie horrified. She scowled back at me. 'Don't defy me, Jimmy. You can wear them, or you can eat them.' I looked at Kate, she was lost in her own world of orgasms, her hands working overtime between her legs, fingers glistening with her cum. I stepped in to the panties, trying not to get any of Kate's poo on my feet or legs as I dragged them up and in to place. I shivered as the cool gloop pressed against my cheeks. 'Don't forget that bit.' Stephanie pointed to the large dollop that had fallen off. 'Put it down the front,' she grinned, 'to balance the effect.' I scooped it up and pulled the front of the panties out to drop the turd onto my cock. Stephanie pulled some more cable ties out of her handbag and as I stood in front of her she secured my new underwear in place. 'Same rules as before.' She told me. Then she told Kate to clean herself up with the bowl of water, pulled a thin cotton dress from her bag and gave it to Kate before donning her own dress. As they left Stephanie said she may be back tomorrow, or it might be the next day, but I better still be wearing these panties when she comes back.