Weekend Encounter/Submitted for His Approval by Sepesh and NatureBabe
(D/s, Foot worship, WS, Scat, Encasement, Masturbation, Double story)


Disclaimer: All the standard things apply. Don't read this if you're 
under 18. Don't read this if it's illegal where you live. Don't read 
this if a story concerning a slave and her master would be offensive. 
Don't read this if you're offended by sexually explicit material in 
general. Don't read this if you would be offended by a story concerning 
dominant/submissive relationships, foot worship, watersports, 
scatology, bondage, and masturbation. Did I leave anything out? I hope 
not, but if I did, and there's any doubt in your mind whether or not to 
read it... I'd prefer you didn't.

This story is original and copyrighted. Please feel free to copy it for 
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Introduction: This story is a work of fiction. It comes from my sick 
mind, and there's more where it came from. My inspiration is my good 
friend and future slave, NatureBabe. This story wouldn't exist if it 
weren't for her, and is dedicated to her. I hope she knows how much she 
means to me.

Incidentally, this is only half the story. I strongly suggest you read 
"Submitted for His Approval" that follows this story. It is this same 
story written from the sub's point of view. It is written completely by 
her and a wonderful supplement to this story.

WEEKEND ENCOUNTER: by Sepesh copyright 1999
(D/s, foot worship, Ws, scat, encasement, mast)

He smiled to himself as he pulled into the driveway. He'd spent a lot 
of time over the last couple of months preparing for this weekend. He 
knew she was there. He knew that she was anticipating this encounter at 
least as much as he was.

He pulled his car behind hers without fear, knowing she wouldn't be 
leaving anytime soon. He smiled again.

It was dark, and he stood there by his car enjoying the night. This was 
his favorite part of the day. It was a clear night and the stars were 
beautiful. The light of the moon was bright enough to see by. To his 
right he could see the barn. This held his attention. This was where it 
would all happen, and where he knew she'd be.

They'd met online. It seemed like they'd known each other forever. They 
shared a love for messy things, mud in particular, but over the years 
they discovered they shared a darker side as well.

She was a submissive and he was a dominant. One never felt quite 
complete without the other, but it went much deeper than a simple 
Master/slave relationship. She craved degradation, she needed 
disgusting depravity, and the nastiest of humiliations. And he loved 
her for that.

He knew this night would be a long one, and he'd better get started, so 
he took a last look around at the beautiful night, and walked to the 
door of the barn.

When he entered he saw her, right where he knew she'd be. She was lying 
on a small cot in an alcove to his right. She was naked and barefoot. 
That was the way he wanted her. He believed all slaves should always be 
naked... and she knew it.

He turned and locked the door behind him, more out of habit than 
anything else. No one came out here without an invitation, and if they 
ever did, he'd know it long before they got this far. Very few people 
were ever invited here, and even fewer ever came into his barn. Those 
that did enter this area quickly discovered that this barn was anything 
but your ordinary storage facility.

As he locked the door she looked up and her eyes smiled. She was happy 
to see her friend, but moreover, she was anxious to begin. As she 
stirred, she drew his attention from her beautiful face and her 
magnificent chest, to the cuff on her ankle. "I see you're wearing the 
'jewelry' I gave you," he joked. "As ordered, Master," she smiled. She 
rose to her knees and sat on her ankles with her hands behind her, 
bowing her head. She was ready to begin.

He approached her and unlocked the cuff on her ankle. She was trembling 
slightly. It wasn't out of fear; he was the most compassionate of 
Masters. She knew he would do nothing to hurt her and would never force 
her to do anything she didn't want to do. She loved him for that. She 
trembled out of anticipation. She'd done a lot of things in her time. 
She'd been gang banged, she'd had sex with dogs, she'd had sexual 
enemas, she'd even bathed in shit. Still, she felt tonight would be 
special.

He felt his cock stiffening, straining for release, as he reached down 
and stroked his slave's breasts. Her nipples were already very hard. 
She knew better than to ask him what was in store for her. She'd tried 
that once and he had only smiled. There was no indication he would do 
anything different this time. So, she waited.

Sensing her eagerness he decided to prolong her anticipation a bit 
longer. He was the Master. He was in control. He was always mindful, 
however, that it was she that gave him that control. He wasn't about to 
abuse that power, but what was the point of having control if you 
didn't use it. So, still, she waited.

The height of the cot and her position on it, presented an opportunity, 
and he slipped his pants down over his hips, revealing his cock. She 
didn't need to be told what was expected of her, and she eagerly took 
him into her mouth. Her nimble, practiced tongue danced up and down his 
shaft and around the throbbing head. In no time, his testicles coiled 
and she removed his cock from her mouth and positioned it in front of 
her face. His cock jerked and hot cum covered her mouth and cheek. She 
let it drip slowly down her face as she licked the last remaining drops 
from his cock.

Seeing no reason to pull his pants back up, he, instead, removed them 
along with his shoes and shirt. He was now as naked as she was. Now the 
real fun could begin. "Smear the cum over your face," he commanded. 
With no hesitation, she closed her eyes, her hands went up to her face 
and in one motion smeared the sticky fluid all over her face like a 
jizz facial. "Now, lick your hands clean," he ordered. Her tongue ran 
over the palms of her hands and she sucked the remains from her 
fingers. She was beautiful in her submission.

She became bolder, but never forgot her place as she asked, "May I 
worship your feet, Master?" This was a favorite fetish of hers, and 
normally he would have rewarded this bit of bravery with a curt, "No." 
Normally, he would have saved such a pleasure as a special reward for 
outstanding 'service.' Today, however, was going to be far from normal. 
So he decided to indulge his little slave. Besides, he enjoyed it too.

"Oh, I suppose," he said with the best 'bored' voice he could manage. 
"But be quick about it," he said as he sat in a nearby chair. It was 
necessary for her to leave her cot, as the chair he chose was about 10 
feet from where she reposed. She stood, but was quick to fall to her 
knees and crawl to where he sat. She didn't even look up as her tongue 
found his big toe. Drawn to it as a magnet to metal. A slight moan 
escaped from them both. She sucked and licked every toe. Her tongue 
covered every inch of the soles of his feet, darting between his toes 
and around again. He stroked his reawakening cock as he watched the 
show before him. There was just something about a slave groveling at 
your feet.

After about 10 minutes of this he pulled his foot from her grasp. The 
time had come to do something disgusting. On the wall to his right was 
a leash and collar. He told her to stand and retrieve these items. She 
didn't particularly care for them, but she complied. This, she 
understood, was her station in life. She didn't understand why she 
needed this, only that she did. She returned to her knees and offered 
the collar and leash to her Master. He refused them, saying simply, 
"No." She immediately knew what he wanted from her. So she wrapped the 
collar around her own throat and offered just the end of the leash to 
him. "Very good," he said, taking the leash and wrapping it around his 
hand. As the slack was taken from the leash she felt her humanity 
oozing away. This ignited a fire within her. This was why she had to do 
these things. She was now less than human. She now had the place of a 
dog, but she knew her place would slip considerably before this night 
was through.

He stood up and started walking to the other end of the barn. She found 
it difficult to keep up with him on her knees, but knew better than to 
try and stand up. So, she moved as quickly as she could, motivated as 
she was by the collar and leash.

Soon enough they reached the far end of the barn. Here in the corner 
was a modified bathroom area. No walls separated it or any of its 
components from the main area of the barn. This was completely planned.

With a sharp tug on the leash, he indicated she was to crawl into the 
shower area. The slight sunken area indicated this. There was also a 
drain here. She was fairly certain she knew what was coming, but she 
wasn't going to assume anything. She sat facing him with her 
outstretched legs parted, knees bent slightly, leaning back on her 
hands. How could anyone do what he was about to do to this lovely 
creature? The beer he had stopped for on his way home was having the 
desired effect, creating a sense of urgency in his bladder. He didn't 
make it (or her) wait any longer, as he released a yellow stream of 
piss that hit her right breast and cascaded down her stomach. It 
splashed in her face and ran over her pussy onto the floor and into the 
drain.

As he urinated on her, she began to masturbate, rubbing her clit and 
squeezing her breasts. He aimed at her face and she had to close her 
eyes. The stream drenched her face cutting through the drying cum. She 
tried to catch some of the golden nectar in her mouth, but the stream 
was already beginning to wane, so she licked her lips and her fingers, 
and shuttered with the first orgasm of the night.

He didn't allow her to bask in her afterglow for long. He pulled the 
leash once again and forced her onto her knees. She saw for the first 
time the video camera that was pointed toward the area she was 
vacating. This didn't bother her. It wasn't the first time she'd been 
taped during one of their 'encounters.' She wondered briefly who would 
be enjoying the tape they were making tonight. Was it for him and him 
alone to enjoy? Or was it for someone she didn't even know? How many 
times would somebody jerk off while watching her naked body submitting 
to being pissed on? Would they recognize the euphoria she experienced 
as she slipped below the station of a dog and became little more than a 
toilet slut?

With his free hand, he picked up the camera and tripod. He wasn't going 
to miss the opportunity to preserve the rest of this night. In silence 
he led his toilet slut to the other corner of the barn. Here she saw a 
very large galvanized metal tub. The kind often used to water cattle or 
horses. It was large enough to, (if filled) completely cover a large, 
full-grown man, so it would easily contain her. Next to this tub were 
some far more intriguing objects. There were about a dozen sealed 5-
gallon buckets sitting in the corner. And, perhaps the most unusual 
object, leaning against the near wall, a large sheet of plywood with 2 
by 4s nailed to the outer edges. It resembled a very large lid.

Her focus on these things was broken by another sharp tug on the leash. 
She was going to discover what all these things were for, in time.

"Stand and step into the tub," he commanded. He watched as she 
complied, her body still glistening with the piss. Once she was 
standing inside the tub he said, "Now kneel." This she did without 
hesitation, sitting once again on her ankles, head bowed, hands behind 
her.

He reached to her neck and removed the collar. This wouldn't be needed 
for the rest of the night. In fact, she would remain in this area of 
the barn until sometime the next day, but this she would discover in 
time.

He knew that this evening was about to 'turn a corner' and, as he 
placed the tripod in position and switched on the area lights he asked, 
"Will you submit to everything the rest of the night holds?" She was 
curious at this question. Her immediate thought was, 'of course I 
will,' but the fact that he'd never before asked this question gave her 
reason to pause. Tonight was going to be different, and he was giving 
her the opportunity to back out now, before they went any further.

She thought about this. She weighed the options carefully because, 
instinctively, she knew this option wouldn't come again tonight.

At last she reached her decision. It really didn't take long. She 
decided he had more than proved his trustworthiness, during their 
previous encounters. She wouldn't be here otherwise. So, with an 'In 
for a penny...' attitude she once again submitted.

The fact that she said nothing and hadn't moved from the tub told him 
she had decided to stay. He switched the camera on. It would record 
everything she did for the rest of the night, and would be worth a 
great deal of money from the right people.

He went to the corner and took one of the buckets. It must be quite 
full, she decided as he struggled with it, but she wondered, what was 
it full of?

It became very evident what it contained as he pried the lid off. The 
stench of the excrement inside proved he had been quite busy around the 
stables. The smell made her shudder deep within, and she was glad she 
had decided to stay.

He turned the foul smelling bucket over and slowly the contents oozed 
out in a pile in front of her. She watched as it touched the bottom of 
the tub and began to flatten out. It reminded her of a huge turd, 
which, of course, it was.

She continued watching it as he returned to the corner and brought 
forth a second bucket. This bucket's contents soon joined the rest in 
an ever-growing pile nearly touching her knees. The stench was now 
nearly overpowering, but would, in time, become unnoticeable.

She waited, and he pointed a finger at her, giving her a 'cue' to begin 
her debasement. She reached her hands into the ten gallons of shit 
before her. It was warm on her cool skin. She pulled her hands out and 
held the two handfuls up for the camera to see. The shit oozed through 
her fingers and stained her skin up to the middle of her forearms. She 
brought a handful of manure to her thigh and smeared it over the top. 
She repeated the act on the other leg. She enjoyed the soft, silky 
feeling of the shit as it began to cover her lovely body. It contrasted 
nicely with her creamy white skin.

She scooped some more up in her hands, turned and plopped it down near 
the other end of the tub. She added another two handfuls for good 
measure. Then she shuffled backward straddling the new pile. She 
checked to make sure she was in the desired position and, with a sigh, 
lowered herself onto it.

She felt the manure filling her crevasses and she spread her legs more 
so the camera could catch the sight of the shit as it claimed her pussy 
lips. The touch of it caused her second orgasm, and she closed her eyes 
in ecstasy.

After a few more minutes she stretched her legs out in front of her. 
She watched her feet as she pushed them into the pile before her. She 
wiggled her toes below the surface and felt in fill the gaps between 
them.

As she was covering her feet, he dumped another bucket into the tub and 
a fourth one soon followed. The smell would have driven anyone else out 
into the night, but not these two. They were too far-gone now.

Now, she simply bent down and reached into the pile of shit again and 
again, and smoothed the vile substance further and further up her legs. 
Layer upon layer of shit covered her legs, ass, and of course her 
hands.

He brought the fifth bucket over and dumped it over her back. Most of 
it fell onto the floor of the tub. She took this opportunity to lay 
back into the newly deposited load. She felt the manure squish beneath 
her body and move in all directions. Up, down, and to her sides. Her 
ass was now completely covered, and she began to roll from side to side 
giving her back a liberal coating.

If there was a point of no return, she was long past it, and long past 
caring. She was a shit slut, and she loved it.

She sat up, and felt the weight of the shit clinging to her back. It 
felt warm and made her feel secure somehow. She rose to her knees again 
and used her hands to make a large single pile of shit in front of her. 
Then she planted her knees in the pile and sat in it again. She used 
her right hand to scoop up some of the material now surrounding her on 
all sides, and smeared her left arm from shoulder to wrist, making sure 
to get her armpit. The other arm got a similar treatment. The feeling 
of a layer of shit between her body and her arms was indescribable. And 
she wanted more. She wanted much more.

The pile she was sitting in was at least a foot deep in places. There 
was plenty to play with, so she plunged her hands in yet again and 
began smearing it up the front of her body. Over her stomach it went, 
covering it completely. She took special care to show the camera she 
was enjoying herself as she brought several handfuls to her chest and 
heavily covered her breasts, making sure to coat them completely and 
rubbing her already hard nipples.

Another handful came up and coated her neck. Her shit 'bodysuit' was 
now complete, but she certainly wasn't.

She stood up, and looked deep into the camera lens, and began sensual 
dance-like movements, running her hands over her shit covered body. She 
loved what she was feeling, the heaviness of the manure, the feeling of 
a full-bodied hug, the deep erotic feeling of doing something this 
nasty. She was what she was. She was truly a shit slut.

He watched her moving seductively and stroked his cock again. Never 
before had he had a slave this devoted, and who loved to get so nasty. 
He quickly brought himself to his second orgasm of the night. This one 
eclipsed his first.

She waited until he had finished and returned to the present. She 
didn't want him to miss a second of her 'show.' She was really getting 
into it now. The smell was nothing less than euphoric.

He was fully recovered now, and wanted this to move along. She had 
enjoyed smearing herself with shit so much that he decided it was time 
to take control again.

"Down on your knees slut!" he commanded. Realizing where this was 
going, she complied. "And now, on your elbows," he said. Again, she did 
what was asked of her. He raised his foot he put it to the back of her 
head and slowly pushed it down. Closer and closer to the pile of shit 
he forced her head. She didn't resist, but she didn't exactly accept 
her fate either. It was obvious her face was not to be spared this 
treatment, so, finally, she accepted what was in store. She held her 
breath, closed her mouth, and allowed her face to break the surface of 
the manure. She closed her eyes and her face was completely surrounded 
by shit.

This was an interesting feeling, she thought. It didn't feel any 
different than mud, really. She'd done that before, but having her face 
completely under this vile mess was something new. She was enjoying 
this, but was happy the evening was coming to a close. After all, how 
much more could be expected of her? She was going to be surprised.

He stood there with his foot on her head for a moment, and took in the 
whole scene. The tub, the shit, his slut with her covered body, and her 
face firmly planted in the feces. Life, he thought, is good.

He removed his foot from her head and got a close-up of his slut's face 
as she slowly pulled her face from the pile. She had a little surprise 
for her master, though, for, instead of sitting straight up and 
clearing her face, as expected, she scooped up more shit with her 
hands, covering her face, and only then, sat up. She lowered her hands 
and allowed her fecal mask to slowly begin to slip from her face. She 
forced air and shit from her nose and opened her mouth to take in a 
full breath of air. She was under there a bit longer than she'd 
thought, but she was fine, and wanted to put on a good show. Before the 
rest of the manure could fall from her face she used her hands to smear 
the mess over it once again. She looked into the camera and into his 
soul and smiled. Her white teeth shone brightly in contrast to the shit 
on her body.

Once more he returned from the corner with what would prove to be the 
final bucket of horse manure. This, too, was unsealed. She was curious 
at this. She was nearly completely covered in slime. What could he 
possibly want her to do with yet another bucket? As it turned out, she 
wasn't to do anything with it. With one quick movement he turned the 
bucket upside down and pushed it down over her head.

She was caught by surprise by this turn of events. He'd given no 
warning. She had to reach up with her hands to steady the heavy object 
that now rested on her shoulders. She had difficulty keeping her 
balance. Shit squeezed out of the overturned bucket and collected on 
her shoulders and plopped into her lap. Her air supply was rapidly 
running out because she hadn't had a chance to take a good breath. He 
had taken control in a big way, and she wasn't entirely happy with the 
way he'd chosen to do it.

Fortunately for her the manure had fallen away from her mouth enough 
that she was finally able to breathe. So this she did. She breathed and 
waited for his next move. Now she WAS completely covered in shit. She 
still enjoyed it, and enjoyed her submission. She knew her hair was now 
a matted mess, and that there was no area of her body that wasn't 
fouled. She knew now that it was over. Once again, she was wrong. She 
would not make that mistake again this night.

When he finally removed the bucket from her head, she was unable to 
see. Her head was completely covered. The only distinguishing 
characteristic was her gaping mouth sucking in all the oxygen she 
could. Her hair, which was once styled nicely, was completely obscured 
and matted by the clinging mess. She was still beautiful, just in a 
very different way.

Suddenly, she felt something odd happening. It felt like she was being 
pelted with something. All down her back something was being added to 
the mess. And it was moving! She cleared her eyes enough to see him 
taking handfuls of worms from the next bucket. Worms! She couldn't 
believe her eyes. Somehow this night had took an even stranger turn 
than ever before. Before she could protest, he'd added more worms. 
Where did he get them all? They were in her hair, on her tits, on her 
legs and her back. Soon there wasn't a place on her that wasn't 
crawling with them. So he added more for the hell of it.

The sensations erupting from all over her body were like nothing she'd 
ever felt. She couldn't even compare it to anything she'd ever 
experienced. Nothing came close to what she was experiencing. She 
decided she didn't hate it, but she wasn't sure she liked it.

It was like he was reading her mind, because he said, "I hope you're 
enjoying yourself. They're going to be with you for quite a while."

With that, he commanded her to lie down and told her to raise one of 
her sloppy, wiggling feet. When she did, he began wrapping it with 
clear plastic wrap. Where it had come from she didn't know, but he 
seemed to have a lot.

He wrapped it around her foot several times and began working his way 
up her leg. He wrapped her knee and continued up her thigh. He stopped 
when it was impossible to go any further with her in this position.

After telling her not to lower that leg, he ordered her to raise the 
other one. This one was wrapped in the same way as the first.

With that done, he took both of her feet and swung them over the side 
of the tub. He took her by the hands and pulled her up and out of the 
muck. It released her body reluctantly with a 'slurp.'

Now on her feet, she could feel the full weight of her shit and worm 
coating. He was already at work wrapping her hand with the same plastic 
wrap as before. She could feel the movement of the worms on her legs 
much better now that they were pressed to her skin by the plastic. And 
by the time she'd thought about that, he'd wrapped her arm up to the 
shoulder and was about to start the next arm.

As he wrapped her other arm, he could only imagine the sensations she 
must be feeling. Her mind must be reeling now, not knowing what more he 
had in store for her. How much further he intended to take her. Only 
he, knew. And, if this night wasn't unforgettable already, he knew, it 
soon would be.

As he finished the latest wrapping he stood back and admired his 
handiwork. How ridiculous she looked, arms and legs mummified in 
plastic and the rest of her a mass of shit and slithering worms. Even 
now, some of the worms dropped from her body, seeking some sort of 
escape.

He scooped more worms from his bucket and added them to her back and 
chest. For good measure, he thought to himself, and he began wrapping 
her stomach.

He wrapped her torso from her legs to, and including her shoulders and 
neck, leaving her pussy, ass, and breasts covered only in the shit and 
worms. He needed to have intimate access to these areas for the next 
step of her debasement. He wondered if she had any idea what was coming 
next.

He made sure she was watching what he was doing as he went to a nearby 
cabinet. He opened the door and produced what looked to her like a 
giant syringe!

In fact, that's exactly what it was. No, it wasn't used to give 
injections, at least, not usually. Seeing the look on her face he 
explained, "This is normally used by those in the pulmonary field, to 
calibrate their various machines." She continued looking confused. "Oh, 
no," he said, "that's not what 'we're' going to use it for." This did 
little to clear her confusion. It didn't get any clearer when he 
attached a hose to the tip of it. It was only when he removed the 
plunger and began to fill the chamber with excrement that she began to 
have an idea of what was going to happen.

Placing the plunger back inside the device, he commanded her to return 
to her knees. She slowly knelt to the floor remembering her promise to 
submit. "On your elbows, slave" he said. She complied again, now, fully 
aware of what was about to transpire.

He went to her ass, now covered in a thick layer of shit, and with a 
quick swipe of his finger, cleared her crack. He could just make out 
where her anus was. He pressed the hose to her puckered opening and 
quickly slid it in. He gave her a few moments to get used to this 
sensation. He knew anal sex was not her favorite way to be taken.

He admired the restraint she showed by not moving. He decided that, 
sometime in the future, that he had to show her how much she meant to 
him. With that, he slowly began to fill her ass with manure.

She grunted and moaned quietly as the vile substance began to enter her 
bowels. Her eyes were closed tightly, opening only when he was done 
injecting the feces into her rectum. She felt him remove the plunger, 
but he wasn't removing the hose. There were more movements, the plunger 
was replaced, and she discovered as he pushed again, that he had simply 
reloaded, and was now giving her a second full dose.

He removed the hose now, and watched as her anus took on its original 
condition. Except that it didn't, really. Her overstrained bowels began 
to expel its contents and he had to quickly grab the butt-plug he had 
nearby. In one quick, practiced motion he slipped the plug in and 
sealed the contents within. Then he took a handful of shit and re-
filled her crack.

He knew that she would be very uncomfortable right now, with a shit 
enema violating her, so he decided to give her a little break. "Lay on 
your back," he ordered. She complied, but in this full state, her 
movements were slow and deliberate. Almost as if she was trying to keep 
from 'popping,' or was that 'pooping?'

She lay on her back and felt some relief from the pressure in her gut. 
This was good, because she didn't want to feel any worse. As she lay 
there, he produced several rolls of duct-tape, and began to cover every 
inch of the plastic wrap with the duct tape. Her shapely form was 
accentuated by the tightness of the plastic and tape. He followed this 
by mummifying her arms. Then, he had her sit up and he wrapped her 
torso.

The worms, he imagined, must surely be moving like mad with the 
combined pressure and heat. He could only imagine, but she was feeling 
the full effects. To her credit, though, she never moved. Ah, what a 
slave, he thought. Could there be another like her in the world? He 
doubted it, and felt lucky he had come to know her.

He reached into the worm bucket again and took a handful of the 
invertebrates. He knelt between her legs, gently parted her labia and 
began inserting the worms into her pussy. The worms were squirming and 
thrashing as he pushed each, in turn, deep into her womb.

She began to moan once again, louder than before, and he knew the worms 
were beginning to have an effect on her as they trashed about inside. 
With that, he pulled out some more worms and added them to her 'nest.' 
When he had them inside he retrieved the newly filled 'syringe' and 
placed it at her vaginal opening. He slowly pushed the plunger in and 
completely stuffed her pussy with feces.

He stood up and walked back to the cabinet. He wouldn't need the 
syringe any longer. She had only two orifices left that could be 
filled. Filling both would kill her, and that certainly wasn't an 
option. He would fill only one of these, and he wanted it to be more 
intimate.

He observed her for a moment before returning to finish the job. Until 
this night, he hadn't fully appreciated what he had stumbled across 
while searching the internet, those many months ago. Here, before him 
was the perfect slave. One in a million, one might say. Closer to one 
in a BILLION he thought. What other woman would submit to all she had? 
Especially when she knew that with one word, all would stop. No, she 
desired this. She desired all of this. And there'd be more to come.

He returned to her to find that a substantial quantity of shit had 
oozed from her cunt. He thought briefly about bringing the syringe back 
but quickly brushed that idea aside. Her pussy was stuffed enough. She 
already reminded him of a holiday turkey just waiting to be baked. No, 
all he needed to do was to seal the remaining shit inside. He told her 
to raise her buttocks off the floor and quickly used the plastic to 
wrap her crotch and ass as best he could. Then, just as quickly, 
wrapped that region with the duct tape, giving her a break when her 
legs tired of supporting her in this awkward position.

"Son," his father used to tell him, "never leave a job half finished." 
This was a statement that served him well over the years. Tonight 
wasn't going to be an exception. He knew she must be exhausted and 
wondering just how much further this was going to go. He leaned her 
upper body against the side of the nearby tub. He looked into her eyes 
and kissed her shit-coated lips. He began caressing her nipples until 
they began to swell and became rigid between his fingers. Then, deftly, 
attached a clamp to each one.

Her eyes were wide in near disbelief. With the entire range of 
sensations she'd felt tonight, this was very pronounced. It was an 
instant and continuous throbbing that radiated through her breasts. It 
was just one more sensation added to the many she was already feeling, 
and would continue feeling for another twenty or so hours.

Her throbbing breasts, like the rest of her were quickly wrapped in the 
plastic and tape after another handful of worms went atop each. The 
clamps jutted out sharply at a 90-degree angle from the rest of her 
body. He playfully tapped each of them to watch her face as she winced 
in pain. This helped to keep her in mind of her place. Yes, he could do 
as he pleased to her. She was his.

Now it was time for her to be his toilet. The animal manure was fine 
for the rest of her, but for her mouth, only his shit would do.

With her propped against the tub, he took his position in front of her. 
He realized that he was blocking the camera, but there wasn't time to 
be moving things around now, and he figured the camera would see plenty 
enough when he stepped away and her mouth was full of feces.

He bent forward a bit and backed up until he felt shit on his ass. It 
wasn't his, it was the vile stuff covering her face. He stayed still 
and he felt her press her face into his crack. Then he felt that 
wonderful tongue as she gave him a very nice rim-job.

Ah, what a nice feeling, he thought. This, I could live with for a 
while. But all too quickly he felt an urging in his bowels that 
signified playtime was over.

Between his legs he ordered, "Do not swallow." "Do you understand?" He 
felt her nodding between his legs, but he demanded, "Do you 
understand?"

"Yes master," was her weak reply.

He wasn't sure whether she was tired or that she really didn't want to 
do what came next, but, it really didn't matter at this point. She'd 
had her chance to stop this and submitted. There was nothing now but to 
endure. And, so, she would.

He felt the beginning of his shit as it emerged from his anus. It 
proved to be quite thick and semi-solid, but tapered quickly and became 
much softer as it continued.

As he finished and turned around he could see that she had worked 
valiantly, if vainly, to keep every bit in her mouth. There was a 
considerable amount of the tanish/brown feces spilling from her mouth 
and a couple of pieces had wound up on the floor.

Her eyes were nearly in tears as she watched him pick up the pieces 
from the floor. He wondered if it was from sorrow for not keeping it 
all in her mouth or fright at what he might do to her for failure.

He simply smiled and rubbed the loose pieces onto her sodden face. When 
she again opened her eyes, his smiling face was still there. He asked. 
"Do you know I love you?" She managed a nod. "And do you still trust 
me?" There was a more emphatic nod.

He picked up the plastic wrap one more time and moved toward her face. 
He pulled it back and said, "Oh, one more thing, can you stay for a 
party I'm throwing tomorrow night?" This time her nod was quizzical. 
And he pressed the wrap to her shit-stuffed mouth and began to wrap her 
head and face. Several layers around and then over the top and under 
the chin. He finished with another layer or two around her head, then 
nonchalantly tossed the roll of wrap toward the cabinet.

Now he stepped back. He knew there was going to be a brief show, and he 
didn't want to miss it with this front-row seat. And it didn't take her 
long to discover there were no air holes with which to breathe. Panic 
began to set in and her hands, wrapped as they were, went up to her 
face. This accomplished nothing and she soon gave that up to try and 
figure out what else to do. But there was no time. Her air was running 
out too rapidly, her heart pounded, her lungs ached. She completely 
forgot about the clamps on her nipples. Hell, she forgot about all the 
shit stuffed throughout her body.

Just as she believed he had abandoned her to this fate, she felt his 
firm hand steadying her head and a knife blade slicing through the 
plastic to bring badly needed oxygen to her nostrils. She sucked in all 
she could with her first breath and fairly hyperventilated for a few 
moments, but after a time, she calmed down and her breathing became 
steady and strong. This was among the only sounds she'd be making until 
her release the next day.

Once more he found his trusty roll of duct tape, and he took great 
pleasure in slowly wrapping that angelic face, now defiled as it was. 
He wrapped where her mouth was, deep beneath the plastic and loaded 
with his load. He wrapped over her ears and carefully over the bridge 
of her nose. He wrapped over her head and beneath her chin, to make 
sure he covered her entire body. And finally, he slowly and 
deliberately taped over those trusting eyes, cutting off all light and 
sending her further into sensory deprivation.

He was sure this only heightened the sensations she felt all over her 
body, and deep inside it. As he thought about this, he had an idea. He 
took her arm and positioned her hand between her bent, spread legs and 
over her clit. He pressed her hand firmly down and she quickly 
responded by vigorously trying to rub her love button. He was sure it 
wasn't easy for her with all the layers she had to fight through, but, 
she seemed to be enjoying herself. And that's what mattered. He was 
beginning to enjoy the show too.

After watching her struggle for a moment, he shook himself back to the 
present. There was still more to do, but he needed to run inside the 
house. He wanted to give her something special to heighten her 
sensations.

As he unlocked the barn door he turned to watch her again. She seemed 
completely oblivious to the fact that he wasn't even there anymore. She 
was in her own world now. It was a world of darkness and very few 
sounds. But it was a special world nonetheless.

He stepped outside and closed the door. The night was still beautiful 
and crisp. He didn't know the exact time, but he estimated the sun 
would be rising in the east in about two hours. That would be plenty of 
time, as the party wasn't scheduled till six that night and most of the 
preparations were already made. This was the only task that had yet to 
be completed, and he relished doing this job.

He enjoyed the first breaths of fresh air in nearly five hours. He 
hadn't noticed how heavy and oppressive the air inside the barn had 
become. Well, what do you expect, dummy? he chided himself. With that, 
he went inside the house, washing his hands completely before 
retrieving his 'gift' for her.

Entering the barn again he realized just how oppressive the air had 
become. The stench nearly knocked him over as he opened the door. He 
walked over to a switch plate and flipped the switch and a large 
exhaust fan in the ceiling came to life. It was already making a 
difference as he made his way to the mummified form on the floor, now 
bucking her hips slightly and writhing with passion.

He could see that her passion was building not ebbing so he decided to 
take her hand from it's task, leaving her just a little more 
frustrated, for now. Soon she'd have all the orgasms she could ever 
want.

He could see her frustration as he interrupted her progress. He 
wondered what she was thinking under there. No matter, really, as she 
was beyond communication now, cocooned as she was.

He took his knife again and bent between her legs. He very carefully 
sliced through the tape and plastic and as he cut through the final 
layer he was rewarded with an oozing of smelly shit.

This was expected, and of no concern as he produced her favorite toy, 
her vibrating egg, and pressed it to her glory hole.

She spread her legs wider as if imploring him, pleading with him to 
give her orgasmic release. He slowly inserted the egg into her womb and 
the feces swallowed it. Excrement was displaced by the egg and fell on 
to the floor. With two fingers he pushed the egg as deep into her 
fouled cunt as he could.

He scooped up some of the shit from the floor and replaced it inside 
her. He held the little wire coming from the egg to the side as he 
produced one more piece of tape, and sealed her pussy once again.

He knew she wasn't going to be happy. He had no intention of turning 
the egg on right now. There was too much to do, she was wrapped but not 
bound, and he couldn't have her squirming around too much with what he 
had planned for the next phase.

He wondered what she would think if she 'knew' there was a next phase. 
With a devilish glee he bent toward her head and said in a loud voice, 
"We're beginning the next phase."

If she heard him, she gave no indication. He decided she probably 
hadn't heard him, or maybe hadn't understood. His plans would continue 
without change.

If she had been able to see, she would have seen him walk to the wooden 
'lid' that was leaning against the near wall. He hefted it and laid it 
down next to her body.

He looked toward the corner at the five remaining buckets. He knew he 
probably wouldn't need all of them, but he was glad to have more than 
enough. He was certainly glad he had taken the time to fill them 
earlier that day. This was neither the time, nor the place to be mixing 
plaster.

Oh, she'd be at his party all right. What she didn't know was she was 
going to be his centerpiece. She was to be the crowning glory of the 
party. She was, in fact, the guest of honor.

He unsealed the first bucket and poured its contents into the bottom of 
the form. He was thankful that she was a petite girl. As it was, it was 
very awkward lifting her from the floor and plopping her into the 
plaster.

He knew she couldn't feel the plaster enveloping her feet and taking 
hold of her back, her arms, and the back of her head. Soon enough, 
however, she'd begin to figure things out as the curing process heated 
and hardened the plaster around her.

Time passed slowly from here and he likened it to watching paint dry. 
Well, there was one exception as he had this lovely, helpless creature 
to look at. As her discomfort grew so did his cock and he again began 
to stroke it slowly. His mind wandered a bit and he wondered what her 
state of mind would be when he finally released her from her torment. 
(Did she see it as torment?)

He took the next bucket and took his time covering the smooth contours 
of her leg from ankle to thigh with the plaster. He made sure the 
plaster covered the underside of her bent leg.

The second leg was just as fun for him, and he delighted in pouring the 
rest of the plaster from this bucket over her crotch. Now this is a 
chastity belt, he thought.

As he sat back and allowed her plaster 'pants' to begin the curing 
process, he noted that her head hadn't moved in a fair amount of time. 
He returned to her still form and attempted to move her head himself. 
Sure enough, it was held fast, in the plaster's iron grip. He bent down 
and placed his ear near her nose, just to make sure... and yes, she was 
breathing just fine.

He had some time to kill, so he spent some time rubbing her tits. He 
knew that even the subtlest of movements would be sending twinges of 
pain from her nipples throughout her breasts.

It didn't take long for his cock to throb back to life, and he stroked 
it over her face. The plight of his 'victim' had him excited to the 
point of explosion. He replayed the events of the night in his head. It 
seemed so long ago that he found her on her cot. She'd gotten an 
education in submission since then.

He thought about her self-debasement, covering every inch of her body 
in shit, and in no time was cumming hard on her encased face.

He retrieved the next bucket and poured it over her tits and down her 
stomach. Next he covered her arms and finished with her slender neck.

With another check of her breathing he carefully poured the next bucket 
over her head, covering the newly deposited cum, to complete his 
masterpiece. Of course, he made sure he didn't get any in her nose.

She was finished, grey-white in color, and breathing steadily. In 
another 15 minutes she had hardened to the point that she'd need to be 
chiseled from the grasp of her plaster encasement.

He hoped she was enjoying herself, and to that end, he bent down and 
turned the egg on. Then he walked to the cot and pulled the mattress 
next to her supine body. He turned out the light, and curled up next to 
her, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, he woke early and checked her breathing again. It was 
still strong and even. He placed his hand between her legs and felt the 
subtle vibrations emanating from within. He rapped on the plaster and 
discovered, as he thought he would, she had become a statue. He 
wondered briefly if she'd gotten any sleep at all. He suspected she 
hadn't, unless it was from shear exhaustion.

He went in and showered. He put on fresh clothes and went about 
preparing for the party that night.

The caterers arrived around 3:00 and were gone by 3:45. Everything was 
set, except, of course for his centerpiece.

He used a furniture dolly to roll her into the main room. With some 
difficulty, he managed to place her, sans wooden form, upon the buffet 
table. He then busied himself by arranging the food around her. He 
looked at her, laying there in all her glory. She had endured, and 
continued to endure it all. She had completed her decent to the lowest 
of the low. She went from human, to dog, to less than a dog, to a human 
toilet, and lower. She was little more than a piece of shit now. It 
surrounded her. It filled her. It was a part of her.

She was a plaster coated, worm infested piece of shit, in the form of a 
woman. She was one in a billion. And that's exactly what he wrote on 
the sign that adorned her during the party.

End.

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Submitted for His Approval<1>
by NatureBabe

Introduction: By definition, what follows is a story, a work of 
fiction. It is the fanciful account of a woman who is put through a 
series of humiliations and degradation's; and in this abject and 
debasing process she is brought to the point of no longer being truly 
'human' in the full sense of the term. The obscene levels of debasement 
will certainly shock and revile most people, although for me it was an 
exercise in freedom. As the writer, I was free to explore the dark side 
of my own feminine being, and my own perverse desires.

The original idea for this story was conceived and developed by a good 
friend of mine who, incidentally, is set to become my future 'Master'. 
He asked me to interpret the perspective of a slave in an original work 
of his from a feminine viewpoint, and I have endeavored to do so. If 
the dark side of human debasement interests you, then I believe you may 
find at least some of what follows mildly intriguing. But were it not 
for his original ambitions, this story would not be written. I thereby 
humbly suggest that you find and read his work, "Weekend Encounter," to 
fully realize how my story came to pass, for I am merely following in 
the footsteps of his immoral pleasures...

SUBMITTED FOR HIS APPROVAL<1>
by NatureBabe... for Sepesh copyright 1999<1>
(D/s, foot worship, Ws, scat, encasement, mast)

She could just make out the glimmering of the moon as it's light 
slipped through an opening high up above her in the roof of the old 
barn. For a moment the situation seemed truly romantic in a classic 
way, and she smiled dreamily... Then she came to her senses, giggling, 
as the scent of the old barn she was waiting in brought her back to 
reality.

She was almost giddy thinking about what was yet to come that night. 
Her naked body stirred on the cot she was laying on, and she almost 
felt like a queen. Of course, considering the old barn's interior and 
the alcove she was in, she knew she certainly wasn't a queen... but 
rather she was more akin to a barnyard animal, waiting in it's stall 
for whatever it's master's wishes might be. And as shocking as it would 
be to ANY normal person, that description was just fine by her!

A light coating of sweat covered her naked body, but that wasn't the 
only dampness she felt. Deep inside her was a growing desire that she 
knew couldn't be quenched until HE was there, with her, doing what must 
be done. As a slight breeze broke the heavy heat that was still present 
from the scorching day that had passed, the smell of the old barn mixed 
with countryside scents coming from outside it's imposing walls. It was 
positively muggy now, even this late at night, and somehow that just 
added to the thrill that she was feeling, both in her mind... and in 
her body.

The anticipation was killing her, and she stirred as she looked at the 
length of her glistening naked body. Her soft peaches and cream skin 
was accented only by the 'jewelry' he had her wear. The cuff on her 
ankle reinforced her place in things, and as she studied it she felt a 
slight breeze blowing through the old barn onto her bare feet.

She wiggled her toes playfully. She loved being barefoot as long as she 
could remember. Was it the freedom she liked about it? Was it the image 
of a barefoot slave girl rooted deep in her imagination? Or was it the 
old wives-tales about being 'barefoot and pregnant', and beholden to 
some man? She knew... and she smiled dreamily.

Then she heard a sound in the distance. It was a car coming up to that 
lonesome deserted place, and she knew it was HIM. Ahh her Master. The 
very thought of him made her stir yet again. As he parked somewhere out 
there, she faded away just thinking about him.

They'd met online. It seemed like she knew him for the longest time. 
Much had passed since they first encountered each other, and yet their 
common ground always seemed to link them... together... somehow. Sure, 
they shared a love for messy things like chocolate and mud. But over 
the years they discovered they shared an interest in things far more 
filthy and dirty.

He was dominant and she was submissive. One never felt quite complete 
without the other, but it went much deeper than a simple Master/slave 
relationship. She craved true degradation, she needed disgusting 
depravity, and the nastiest of humiliations. She knew he loved her for 
that, and that made him special.

Then he was there, before her. She stirred for him, looking deep into 
his eyes, knowing that he was drinking in every inch of her body. She 
wanted him to. She was his. She just wanted to 'let go' now... to feel 
the freedom of being freed from her own will. Then, as she heard the 
threatening bolt of the door as he locked it, she knew she was being 
locked away... with him. The outside world was gone, and the barn would 
now be a 'proving ground' where she was to be his slave, in every 
sense.

She stretched a little, and ran her hands across her body... for him... 
playing with the cuff on her ankle.

"I see you're wearing the 'jewelry' I gave you," he joked.

"As ordered, Master," she grinned. She rose to her knees and sat on her 
ankles with her hands behind her. Then she bowed her head. She was 
ready to submit, in whatever way.

He approached her and unlocked the cuff on her ankle. She trembled at 
the very feel of his hands on her. He had such a way about him. Not 
that he inspired fear, but rather that the very actions he made 
reminded her of how much he cared for her.

You see, she had been through so much... and with so many others. 
Whether it was the raw fury of the gang bangs that she had been 
through; the invasion of enemas deep within her body; the utter 
degradation of actually wallowing in pig excrement like some 'prodigal 
daughter'; or even the sheer humiliation of being made to 'breed' with 
dogs... all these things she had been through.

But his touch always reminded her of something else. Even in total 
submission there was something else there. A tenderness, a concern, a 
caring that none of the others had given her. As much as she would do 
all that... and MORE... for him, she knew that she actually mattered to 
him. She wasn't a simple fleshpot to be used, and then thrown away, as 
so many before him had done. Rather she was a loving person to be 
cherished at the deepest level, and that knowledge alone would make her 
willing to do ANYTHING he wanted... and she would.

He caressed her ample breasts, and she trembled, knowing what lie 
ahead. Her body immediately moved in time to his motions, and she felt 
the desire welling up in her like so much liquid fire. He seemed to 
intuitively know what she was thinking... didn't he always, somehow? 
Yes, he was master of not only her body, but her mind as well. And she 
knew he was completely aware of his control over her. Even now he 
played with her, prolonging her desires...

Then, he slipped his pants down over his hips, letting his wonderful 
cock slide out before her! Kneeling up on the cot, she immediately took 
him into her mouth... giving him everything she could with her 
'experienced' lips, tongue and mouth. She literally worshipped his 
cock, moving her tongue along the length of his shaft, and being sure 
to cover every inch of his sack. She attended to everything, until his 
entire area was glistening with her saliva. She smiled up at him, her 
face just as wet.

Then his cock started that ohh-so-familiar motion as it started to jerk 
inside her mouth. She let it slide out so his hot cum could cover her 
lips and cheeks. Smiling all the while for him, she let it slowly drip 
down her face. And she made sure to catch any remaining drops that were 
still oozing from his cock.

Since there was no further need for his pants, he removed them along 
with his shoes and shirt. He was now just as naked as she was, and now 
her desires started to take hold of her!

"Smear the cum over your face," he ordered.

And ohhh did she! Instantly she smiled, closing her eyes, smearing the 
sticky goo all over her face like a mudpack.

"Now, lick your hands clean," he commanded.

Again an immediate response as she licked her hands, grinning as she 
sucked the remaining cum from her fingers. How she loved performing for 
him!

"May I worship your feet, Master?," she asked with a mischievous grin.

There was a brief pause as she prayed his decision would be to LET her 
serve. Her actions were bold, yes, but the desires in her were taking 
over and she sooo wanted to worship at his feet!

"Oh, I suppose," he said, almost as if he was bored with her simple and 
trite request.

"But be quick about it," he said as he sat down in a chair almost 10' 
away from the cot. He was so nonchalant about it. It reminded her of 
how a man might lazily wait for his dog to fetch him a paper.

Since she had to leave the cot to get to him, she demurely dropped to 
her knees on the barn's dirty floor. As a slave should, she moved 
forward on her knees. Then she dropped down, literally crawling over to 
him naked, groveling on the filthy barn floor.

As her mouth reached his feet, she hungrily strained her tongue out to 
his big toe. The slight odor of his feet, and the sweaty taste of his 
big toe as her tongue licked it made her tingle inside!

Then she slid his entire toe into her mouth. Mmm, the feel of it in her 
mouth as she sucked brought her to one of her many primal states of 
desire. Even this simple act made her tremble as she yearned to give it 
her all. She moaned, enraptured by the act of worshiping at his feet. 
She sensed he was pleased and that made her all the more willing to 
continue to grovel before him.

And she did.. for nearly 10 minutes! Then he pulled his feet away from 
her mouth. Immediately her blissful state came to and end. But she 
sensed that he had resolved to do something, and her anguish quickly 
turned into a strange sort of nervous anxiety.

While she was still naked, groveling, and sprawled out before him, he 
stood up. Then he ordered her to stand and retrieve a leash and collar 
from a nearby wall. The 'tools of the trade' were never a big thing to 
her, but she knew that it was her lot in life to be 'dressed' any way 
he pleased. As she retrieved them, she again thought of a dog serving 
its master. As always, the thought turned her on.

Having retrieved the collar and leash, she once again dropped to her 
knees and offered them to her Master.

He refused them, saying simply, "No." An instant realization came to 
her and she knew what was coming. So she carefully wrapped the collar 
around her own throat, and offered just the end of the leash to her 
Master. She could feel the grime from the floor on her body, and 
thought that she must look like such a tramp.

"Very good," he said, as he took the leash and wrapped it around his 
hand.

Now something stirred deep inside her. Was it the act? The 'symbols'? 
His sheer, brazen attitude about it all? As she suddenly felt the pull 
of the leash against her throat, the whole place seemed to almost take 
on a different meaning as she felt her humanity slipping away. Now she 
WAS that dog serving it's master. She was now being remade... and this 
time she was less than a slave, less than a human even. Either way, she 
was her Master's property!

He stood up and started walking to the far end of the barn. In this 
state, it was her lot in life to move only on her knees unless 
otherwise told. It was difficult to keep up with her Master like this, 
but she tried as hard as she could... even more!

Once at the far end of the barn, she was led to a corner where there 
was a modified bathroom area. There were no walls separating it from 
the main area of the barn, only open space. Her nakedness seemed 
amplified somehow.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp tug on the leash! He gestured to her, as a 
man might to a dumb animal. She was to crawl into the shower area. She 
struggled into an area that was slightly sunken (just like a shower at 
home would be), and she situated herself over the drain. Then she sat 
facing him with her outstretched legs parted, knees bent slightly, 
leaning back on her hands... all the while waiting in anticipation for 
what was to come...

He seemed to shift for a moment, and then it came... a long, powerful, 
yellow stream of piss that hit her right breast. As the urine cascaded 
down onto her tummy, it also splashed on her face. Eventually it made 
it's way down over her body. Some of it slowly dripped onto the floor, 
and some of it actually seeped into her pussy! Most of it eventually 
gurgled down the drain. And as she heard the piss that had washed her 
naked body trickling down the drain, she felt some of her humanity 
seeping away with it as well...

The sound... the smell... the site... the feel... they all did 
something to her! She felt a gnawing sexual urgency welling up inside 
her body. Her hands instinctively began to move over her body as she 
sought her own release from the sexual tensions that had been mounting 
up within her. She started to masturbate, slowly rubbing her clit and 
squeezing her breasts. What started out slowly built up in both speed 
and pressure.

Then he aimed at her face. She closed her eyes. The stream of piss 
smacked her nose, and then drenched her face, cutting through his 
partially dried cum. As it coated her nose, forehead, cheeks, and 
lips... bravery welled up in her (along with her urges). She tried to 
catch some of the golden nectar in her mouth, but she was mostly too 
late. His stream of pee was already beginning to dwindle. But as the 
stream waned, her own passions welled up to the top. She hungrily 
caught the last dregs of piss, licking her lips and fingers like a 
hungry animal.

The musky-ammonia smell, the glistening look, the slimy feel, and now 
the acrid taste... the situation was truly overwhelming her now! A deep 
shuddering welled up in her and she felt the wrenching explosion of her 
orgasm...

And as her awareness began to waver in the throws of such unholy and 
degrading bliss, she knew it would only be the first of many. God, she 
was a depraved slut... but she was HIS.

Suddenly there was another pull on the leash, and she was briefly 
knocked off balance. From the position she was in, she suddenly 
realized that there was a video camera pointed right at her! All this 
time it had been recording her descent into perversion! For a moment, 
she felt even more naked than ever. She reeled, briefly stunned, 
looking at the camera as a deer might look into the headlights of an 
oncoming car.

Then, she smiled for the camera and playfully stuck out her piss and 
cum stained tongue! She grinned knowingly. "No Prob" she thought to 
herself. It certainly wasn't the first time she was taped during one of 
their 'encounters', and it definitely would not be the last.

The only thing that she wondered about, as she always did, was who 
would be watching the tape long after this night was over? Her 
nakedness, her plight, her humiliation, and her degradation would be 
evident long after she and her Master had left.

And then, an odd idea briefly crossed her mind and she shuddered. In a 
strange way, she thought, it would be like she was trapped and degraded 
in this dingy barn... FOR ALL ETERNITY! She shuddered as if she had 
transgressed on some truth she was never meant to consider.

Then, her collar stiffened as she felt another pull on the leash that 
continued to constrain her. She was being silently instructed to move. 
In a calm, and oh-so-aloof manner, her Master led her away to a far 
corner of the barn. Once there, she saw an oversized metal tub. It was 
the kind of tub that was used to water cattle or horses, and she 
figured that it could easily hold at least a person or two. In a way, 
it was similar to hot tubs that she had been in... just built for 
animals and work, rather than people and pleasure.

Next to the tub were at least a dozen 5-gallon buckets that were still 
unopened. She wondered what strange contents they might hold. Whatever 
it was might actually fill up a good deal of the tub... 'Hmmm, I wonder 
what it is?' she thought. Even stranger than the buckets and their 
mysterious contents was a large sheet of plywood leaning against a 
nearby wall. For a moment it almost seemed like it might serve as a 
giant cover or lid to something.

Suddenly, she felt another sharp tug on her leash, and she snapped to 
attention for her Master.

"Stand and step into the tub," he ordered. She stood up immediately for 
him, and then daintily stepped over into the metal tub. As she did, she 
looked down and smiled at the sound of the little pats her bare feet 
made on the cool, metal basin. For a moment she wondered what the last 
thing in the tub might have been.

"Now kneel," he commanded. Again, instant compliance. 'Not good to 
dally, if even for a moment,' she thought. Once again she felt the cool 
metal against her naked body as she assumed her position in the tub. 
She sat back on her ankles, her head lowered in submission, and her 
hands folded behind her.

Then she felt his strong hands reach around her neck and remove her 
collar. His touch... ahh how she longed for it. Although naked and 
covered in pee, she still craved any attention he might decide to give 
her. In this case, the removal of the collar and leash only signaled a 
change in the method of her enslavement, not a release.

There were many ways that one might become beholden to someone or 
something... she had certainly come to know that. And one example of 
her enslavement on another level was the camera. She heard the familiar 
sounds of it being set up, and she winced ever so slightly as he 
switched on the area lights. She was dying to know what was coming up 
next, and the anticipation was making her ever so nervous.

"Will you submit to everything the rest of the night holds?" he asked. 
She was about to instinctively answer 'of course I will', but then she 
paused as it struck her... he actually ASKED her if she would 
submit!?!?

Her hesitation was brief...

In it, she considered the implications of this. If he actually went out 
of his way to question her, he was giving her the option to abandon 
what he had planned. And that meant he had something very 'unusual' in 
the works. He wouldn't give her this luxury again, so she knew that her 
decision would be final. In essence, he was giving her the chance to 
escape... But in all her time of knowing him, he had more than proven 
the fact he was honorable, trustworthy, and caring... as only a true 
Master could be. If he hadn't shown her those qualities, he would have 
been like all the rest. But he wasn't like all the rest, no, not at 
all.

Her hesitation was brief...

And her decision was inevitable!

She bowed her head a little lower, and then shut her eyes tight, 
refusing to move... refusing to leave... refusing to escape. Her 
surrender to him was her liberation from the mundane world that she 
despised so much. He could take her to places that others couldn't even 
imagine, that others were AFRAID to, and she was ready. She wasn't a 
coward like the rest of the masses, afraid to push the limits of their 
indulgence, and willing to accept the mundane as their only means of 
pleasure. She decided that she was in for the long haul, and she would 
NOT quit. Not for him, not for her Master.

She heard a click as he turned on the camera. It would record her 
descent into whatever madness lie ahead. In her mind, she had crossed 
over the threshold now, and there was no turning back. She knew it, and 
she knew that in her compliance, so did he.

She saw him go to the corner to get one of the mysterious buckets. 
Although he was strong, she could tell it must be very full... but full 
of what? The anticipation welled up in her again.

The sound of the bucket being pried open seemed to cut through the 
night. And then... the smell! So much like the barn, and yet, so much 
worse. Yes, it was the unmistakably foul smell of excrement! 
Undoubtedly the manure had been collected from the stables and other 
animals on this farm, or others. Either way it must have been 'fresh' 
given it's overpowering smell. Her nose filled with the overwhelming 
stench, and she could almost feel the air growing heavier as the odor 
wafted further into the barn.

The smell made her light-headed. A giddy feeling welled up inside her. 
Ever so briefly, she smiled like a little girl who had just gotten 
caught doing something wrong... but fun! She was happy now that she had 
chosen to stay... but would she remain so?

Then, the foul odor became almost palpable as she saw the vile contents 
of the bucket slowly ooze out before her. He was purposely draining the 
bucket in front of her! As the manure plopped out onto the bottom of 
the tub right before her eyes, the batch of emerging sludge made her 
briefly think of a massive piece of excrement being discharged from 
some giant anus. In her mind, she pictured the tub she was waiting in, 
passively and nakedly, as one gigantic toilet bowl... and she was in 
the drain!

Her imagination got a smelly dose of merciless reality as he returned 
to the corner and brought forth a second bucket. The contents became a 
huge pile that began to slowly overflow towards her waiting body. The 
stench was almost overpowering as she breathed in the heavy odors. She 
wondered if the smell could get any worse?

Then, he pointed his finger at her. It was a sign that she was to begin 
her debasement. She slowly reached her hands into the ten gallons of 
animal feces right before her eyes. As she touched it, the foul muck 
was immediately warm and squishy on her cool, damp skin. The smell of 
the pee on her body had long since been displaced by the pungent odor 
of the manure. She slowly slid her hands up, and held out two handfuls 
for the camera to see. Crap oozed through her fingers. Now her skin was 
soiled from her fingertips to the middle of her forearms. She clutched 
a glob in her hands and brought it to her right thigh, slowly smearing 
it around. With all the skills of a trained masseuse, she massaged the 
disgusting filth around her entire leg. Shortly after, she committed 
the same vile act on her left side.

Slowly, the shit began to cover her pretty body. The feeling of the 
soft, pulpy mush on her flesh aroused her... and the sight of its dark 
and vile contrast against her creamy white skin only served to 
intensify the feeling. She loved that contrast as she loved all things 
that were remarkably different. The stark distinction, and the thrill 
of the debasement, was having a profound effect on her... and she could 
feel a tingling growing inside her.

She began to playfully scoop up the muck in her hands so she could move 
it to the other end of the tub. In resounding plops, she built a little 
pile of fetid excrement there. Once she had gotten a sufficient heap, 
she gingerly shuffled backwards until she was straddling her dark 
little 'creation'. Her mind reeled with delight as she looked down 
between her legs one last time to drink in what she saw, and to insure 
she was directly over the dung. This had to be done just right! Then, 
she gave herself to her dreaded desires, and with a girlish sigh she 
lowered herself directly down onto it.

All at once, she had the feeling of squishy manure squirting up into 
her hidden crevasses. It spurted into parts of her body not meant for 
such vileness, and with a wicked and devious grin she spread her legs 
for the camera so the befouling of her inner thighs could be readily 
seen. The sight, but most certainly the FEEL, of animal shit claiming 
her pussy lips... and squirting into even deeper recesses of her love 
cavity... sent her into the beginning of an orgasmic frenzy! After all, 
deep inside her body some of the very areas that made her a "woman" 
were being polluted... animal excrement was seeping into her womb! God 
help her now!! She closed her eyes as the ecstasy welled up from those 
very places, and her legs grew week as her second orgasm knocked her 
off her feet and left her virtually breathless.

Some minutes passed as she drifted in bliss. When she regained her 
composure, she stretched her legs out before her. Her degradation was 
just beginning, and she thoroughly loved it! Playfully, she pushed her 
bare feet into the large pile of filthy manure that had been left from 
the buckets. The globs and globs of shit easily parted as her feet 
pushed into the vile mass. She giggled at the wonderful sensation of 
her toes wiggling just below the surface of it, and she could feel the 
delectable stimulation of the fecal scum as it readily filled in the 
little gaps between her toes! God how she loved that feeling!

As she was enjoying these sensations, he casually dumped several more 
buckets into the tub. The smell of excrement hung heavy in the air, and 
she almost imagined a cloud of the noxious vapor suspended just over 
the tub, and her filth stained body.

At this point she was simply lost to it all. The smells, the feelings, 
the sensations. Again and again she reached down into the pile of shit, 
smearing its vulgarity further and further up her legs. In no time, 
layer upon layer of shit would coat her legs, ass, and her little 
hands.

Another bucket is brought. With a viscous splat, its disgusting 
contents are drained into the fecal mess now amply collecting at the 
bottom of the tub. Just as the last runny portion of the scum trickles 
out, she immediately lays back... directly sprawling out her body in 
the newly deposited load. She felt the manure squish beneath her back, 
her butt, her neck. It seemed to slowly flow and ooze in all 
directions, taking whatever path around her naked body offered the 
least resistance. As she writhed in it, she felt the mushy mass 
squirting and squelching in-between her own butt cheeks.

To her, all of this was intoxicating. She amply drank in the thoughts 
and feelings of what it was like for her to wallow in animal filth. If 
there was a point of no return, she was waaay past it! Not that she 
even cared of course. She was a shit slut, a manure wench, a fecal 
whore... and she loved it!

She sat up. The weight of the shit clinging to her back seemed to hug 
her body like so many obscene tendrils. To her it felt warm, and in 
some strange way it gave her a sense of security the way a soft blanket 
might. After shifting to a kneeling position, she gathered a large pile 
of shit in front of her. Much as one might begin to assemble the base 
of a sandcastle on a beach, she pushed it into one large heap.

Then, she briefly rose up and planted her knees into the pile, sitting 
down in it all in one calculated motion. Again, she felt it spurt 
inside her. This time, she used her right hand to scoop up some of the 
dung now surrounding her on all sides, and then she smeared her left 
arm from shoulder to wrist, making sure to get her armpit. The other 
arm got a similar treatment. The feeling of the layer of shit between 
her body and her arms was inexpressible. Again she heard the squelching 
sounds whenever she moved her arms slightly. God how she wanted more of 
this... so much more!

The pile of animal filth that she was sitting in was at least a foot 
deep in places. There was plenty to play with, and she plunged her 
hands in yet again. This time she began smearing the feces up the front 
of her body. She covered her tummy with it, taking playful glee at 
jamming a little ball of it into her bellybutton.

During all of this she made sure the camera could see just how much fun 
she was having. She would occasionally smile directly at it, point 
toward it in an impish gesture, or accentuate one of her moves with a 
wicked grin. And the camera saw, and recorded, the happy face of a 
woman obsessed with her own self-debasement

As she sat in the filth, she brought several handfuls of manure to her 
chest so she could heavily cover her breasts with the ghastly muck. She 
made sure to coat them thoroughly and completely. And that extra 
special attention... that only a woman could give herself... was given 
to her already hard nipples. She rubbed the shit deep into them, half-
wondering if they'd be forever stained. Wondering what it would be like 
to watch men licking and sucking on them long after they had been 
cleaned. She giggled as her thoughts dreamily drifted.

She knew only her beauty and her willingness to comply with others 
would let her get away with doing things that other 'normal' people 
would consider so vile and depraved. Other women might be locked up for 
doing things this strange, but she could get away with it. She had a 
face and a body that wouldn't quit, and a willingness to match

Almost unconsciously she coated her neck with handfuls of manure. 
Seeing the brownish-black muck covering so much of her body gave her 
cause to consider that it was as if she was now wearing a 'bodysuit' 
made only of shit! She grinned at the thought. But it was no time to 
stop now, because there was plenty more degradation yet to come!

Now that she was almost fully covered, she thought it was time for a 
little celebration for her Master's amusement. She stood up, looked 
deep into the camera lens, and then began a sensual dance that she had 
learned from another lover some time ago. It was a middle-eastern dance 
routine, and the gyrations and moves made her half imagine that she was 
a slave girl in another time and place. Sensually, she ran her hands 
over her shit covered body. She drank in the sheer bliss of it all... 
of the manure clinging to her body like a slimy hug... of the sounds of 
some the filth being flung off her as she moved... of the odor of her 
denigrated flesh... and of the vulgar sight that she must surely be as 
she performed for her master. She was what she was, and she was happy. 
She was truly a shit slut.

She could see that her actions were bringing him pleasure... and that 
made her want to perform for him that much more. As she moved around 
for him, she could see that he was stroking himself as he watched, and 
a strange kind of joy welled up in her. The kind she had when she knew 
that she was loved and desired by others... and by Him. She intensified 
her movements to give him the best show she could perform. She so 
wanted to please him.

"Down on your knees slut," he abruptly commanded. She understood the 
direction he wanted to go, and she immediately complied.

"And now, on your elbows," he said. Again, she moved without a word, 
doing what was asked, lowering herself into the filth.

Suddenly, she felt his toes touch the back of her head! Then, he slowly 
pushed her head down with his foot. As her head was forced down, she 
saw the shit getting closer and closer to her face. Although she wasn't 
fighting him, she wasn't capitulating instantly either. But the 
inevitable had to come, and as her face was just about to touch the 
animal excrement before her, she accepted her fate. She took a quick 
breath, held it, closed her mouth tightly, and braced herself as her 
face was slowly pushed through the surface of the manure. The last 
thing she vaguely saw just before closing her eyes was the blurred 
image of the tip of her little nose being consumed by manure... and god 
did she smell it!

Then her face was totally immersed in shit!

'What an interesting feeling', she thought. It certainly wasn't 
different than mud, and she'd done that many times before, but having 
her face completely under this vile mess was certainly different, and 
something new. She felt the pressure of the muck against her eyelids, 
and she shuddered as it slowly seeped into her nose. 'God what filth,' 
she thought as her mind drifted into thoughts that it never had before.

She was certainly enjoying this part, but as she lay there with her 
face buried in excrement a brief flash crossed her mind as to what 
could possible be next!? After all, how much more could be expected of 
her? She had been debased in many ways, but this was certainly a high 
point, even for her. How could he top this?

She felt the pressure of his foot on the back of her head relaxing as 
he removed it from her head. A little warily, she slowly pulled her 
face from the pile of excrement. She knew the first gaze into her 
Master's eyes after all this would be a moment of truth, and she had to 
make it count. So she thought a little surprise might be in order!

Instead of sitting straight up and clearing her face, as he would 
probably expect her to do after something as vile as all this, she had 
a different plan. Before getting all the way up, she scooped up even 
more shit with her hands, and brought it up to cover her face more 
thickly. Only then did she sit up. When she did, she lowered her hands 
and allowed her 'fecal mask' to slowly begin to ooze off and plop in 
clumps from her face. Then in a sudden burst, she forced air and shit 
from her nose and opened her mouth to take in a full breath of air. 
Before the rest of the manure could fall from her face she used her 
hands to smear the mess over it once again. She playfully looked into 
the camera and smiled, flashing her pearly whites from behind her 
'facial shit pack', and wiggling her tongue in a most devious way! Then 
she waited contentedly for his next indication.

But after all that she had gone though, he returned from the corner 
with yet another bucket of horse manure! It seemed a little strange and 
she wondered what he could possibly want her to do with yet another 
bucket?

He startled her when, with one quick movement, he swiftly turned the 
bucket upside down... and pushed it down right over her head!!

She was totally shocked by this turn of events. She hadn't had any idea 
what he was going to do! Clumsily, she reached up with her hands to 
steady the heavy overturned bucket that now rested directly on her 
shoulders. She was having a hard time keeping her balance. Shit was 
squeezing and seeping out of the overturned bucket and it collected on 
her shoulders at first, only to plop down onto her lap with a pasty 
sounding 'spluck'. More importantly, she was quickly running out of 
air, as she hadn't had a chance to even take a breath in preparation 
for this. Yes, he had taken control and that was fine, but she 
struggled now to keep her composure... and her wits... and she could 
feel her lungs desperately using the last breath she had.

With her head still buried in the overturned bucket, her lips suddenly 
opened up and she felt a membrane of shit seeping down off of her nose 
and upper lip. As she gasped for air, a pasty film leaked into her open 
mouth. She knew the taste in her mouth was what some people only 
envisioned in their worst nightmares... vile dregs of animal refuse! 
She tried her best not to swallow... she failed. Although nobody could 
see it, her body was now being polluted with despicable filth in yet 
another way.

Thankfully, most of the manure had drained away from her mouth. There 
was just enough air for her to take desperate little breaths that she 
savored deeply... aware that she was also breathing in air befouled by 
such obscene matter. At this point she didn't even notice the smell, 
she just relished the fact that she could breathe again!

And that she did, as she waited for his next move. Now she was 
completely covered in shit! But she still enjoyed it, and she enjoyed 
her submission too. Her hair was now completely matted with feces, and 
every inch of her body had been fouled and stained. God! It was 
wonderful in it's own strange and horrifying way. Then, a calm 
tranquility came over her and she felt a certain degree of relief. She 
had gone the distance and had been thoroughly and totally inundated! 
She WAS shit!

But it was over and she had passed the ordeal. And she was happy!

When he finally removed the bucket from her head, she still couldn't 
see. Her head was completely covered, but at least her breathing became 
easier. She sat contented, waiting for some sign that she should move, 
get up, or at least clean her face well enough to see again...

But then she felt something really strange, really weird, and really 
gross. To her it felt like she was being pelted with something, and 
down her entire back something was being added to the shit that heavily 
coated her naked body. Worse yet there was something else... it was 
MOVING!... and it was ALIVE!!

Her face cleared just enough so that she could make out was 
happening... WORMS!! He was taking handfuls of worms from another 
bucket. Worms! She couldn't believe her eyes. Somehow this had taken an 
even stranger turn than ever before. Before she could voice a word or 
move in dismay, he'd added more worms. Where was he getting all of 
them? In no time they were in her hair, on her breasts, on her legs 
(and in-between them), and on her back. It felt like her body was 
crawling with them... it was a positively creepy feeling, even for 
her!!

The sensations were coming from all over her body now. It was like they 
were erupting on her, like they were breeding on her body, and it was 
like nothing she'd ever felt. Nothing came close to the sensations that 
she was now feeling. Now it wasn't that she hated it, no it wasn't that 
at all. It was more like she was having a hard time even comprehending 
it! In some strange way, she wasn't even sure what she felt at this 
point!

"I hope you're enjoying yourself." "They're going to be with you for 
quite a while," he abruptly stated. Was he reading her mind or 
something? She still didn't know if she loved or hated it... she only 
knew she FELT it... and it was ALL over her naked, shit covered body! 
This whole thing was so gross and yet so mind boggling.

In the midst of all this, he commanded her to lie down, and told her to 
raise one of her feet. She did. Her foot felt sloppy and heavy, and she 
wiggled it around almost unconsciously. There were actually worms stuck 
in between her toes, wiggling around, and they tickled. Then she felt 
something even more bizarre... her foot was being wrapped with 
something!? But what? Plastic wrap, that was it! It must be the kind 
you'd get for wrapping up food or something. Her mind reeled. What the 
hell was he doing???

She thought that it certainly seemed like he had a lot of the plastic 
wrap. She felt her foot being wrapped several times, and then she felt 
the plastic slowly being wrapped around her leg. She felt him wrapping 
her knee, and then he continued up her thigh. He seemed to stop then.

After telling her not to lower that leg, he ordered her to raise the 
other one. This one was wrapped in the same way as the first. It all 
felt so strange, so confining, so filthy... and there were those damn 
worms continuing to wiggle all over her, even under the wrap!

Once he had wrapped both of her legs, he took both her feet and swung 
them over the side of the tub. He took her by the hands and pulled her 
up and out of the muck. That was something of a relief. The filthy 
excrement released her body slowly and reluctantly, and a loud and 
obscene 'slurp' sounded as her naked, shit covered body broke free of 
the denser manure that had begun to congeal.

Now on her feet, one thing immediately went through her mind. The 
coating of the pee, the shit, and the worms all added up to a lot of 
weight! She felt very heavy and a little off balance. And the smell, 
ohh god, the smell! It hit her again, with force, and she felt dizzy.

As she regained what few senses she still had, he was already at work 
wrapping her hand with the same plastic wrap as before. As he did that, 
she could feel the movement of the worms on her legs, and on her thighs 
intensely, pressed to her skin by all the plastic. What a strangely 
horrifying thought, the worms were literally buried between the plastic 
and her shit covered flesh!

But by the time she'd thought about that, he'd wrapped her arm up to 
the shoulder... and he was about to start on the next arm. She could 
feel a worm writhing around right in the palm of her wrapped hand! It 
was thrashing about with more force than she expected. She thought to 
press her wrapped palm against her thigh to stop it, but then only 
pictured the pulped remains rubbing deeper into her hand. What was she 
to do?

He finished the latest wrapping and stood back. To her it was as if he 
was admiring a piece of property, or what a man might consider a 'job 
well done'. Considering her state, she wondered how much of an utter 
freak she must look like to any normal, decent person. What would 
anyone even think of a woman brought to such a low state as this? At 
this point, the writhing of the worms against her shit covered body 
seemed to intensify, and she could feel them wiggling out of any 
possible route of escape. They might find little paths to their 
freedom, but she was stuck there...

She thought he must have seen some escaping, because he scooped up more 
worms from the bucket and added them to her back and chest. Then he 
began wrapping her stomach.

Her entire torso was then wrapped from her legs all the way up to, and 
including, her shoulders. Only her face, breasts, pussy, and ass were 
left unwrapped. Still slathered with feces, they remained intimately 
'open' for his access. Why had he left them so vulnerable? What could 
he possible have planned next? Covered and wrapped as she was, she felt 
more naked than ever!

Then, he briefly stepped away and went to a nearby cabinet. He opened 
the door and produced what looked frighteningly like a giant syringe! 
The very appearance of the monstrous implement sent chills down her 
spine.

He must have seen the look on her face as he explained, "This is 
normally used by those in the pulmonary field, to calibrate their 
various machines." What was he talking about? What did he mean to DO 
with it? Her concern only intensified.

"Oh, no," he said, "that's not what 'we're' going to use it for." 
Still, she wondered where he was going with all this? He then attached 
a hose to the tip of the strange tool. But it was when he removed a 
plunger from the huge syringe, and began to fill it's chamber with 
excrement, that she began to truly have a glimpse of what lay ahead for 
her!

He placed the plunger back inside the device, and then commanded her to 
return to her knees. Fear welled up in her momentarily, but she 
remembered her place. Slowly and awkwardly she dropped down into a 
kneeling position.

"On your elbows, slave" he ordered. Again she complied, as both 
trepidation and a weird kind of sensual curiosity began to well up from 
within her. In this prone and vulnerable position, her shit caked ass 
jutted up from the floor, and she could feel an ever so slight breeze 
on the peach-like curves of her buttocks. She braced herself for 
feelings she could only vaguely begin to imagine.

He moved down towards her shit covered ass, and with a quick stroke of 
his finger he cleared some of the sticky goo that was caked in the 
crack of her butt. It tickled her... it aroused her. She waited with 
uncertainty, wondering what the next sensation she would feel might be.

Then she abruptly felt the rubbery plastic of the hose press against 
her puckered anus... and she felt the tip and some length of the tube 
slide into her rectum. She trembled, weakened in both her knees and 
somewhere deep within her belly. She always had that feeling when she 
was taken anally, but this time it was different, much different. Mere 
moments passed but each one was an uncomfortable struggle to acquaint 
her body with the intruding hose. Anal sex was never her strongpoint, 
and she rallied her thoughts in an attempt to calm herself.

Just as some modicum of comfort seemed to settle over her, a perverse 
feeling of numb pressure began to well up deep inside her, and 
realization came with it... he was slowly beginning to pump animal 
manure into her body! Her eyes fluttered as she meekly tried to look up 
to see him. No luck, he was too far behind her and it was so awkward to 
move. She felt like struggling to gain some degree of comfort, but the 
best she could do was shift her arms so that her face pressed down 
against the floor.

As the wretched excrement was pumped directly into her rectum, she felt 
the pressure inside her body begin to increase! She had been given 
enemas before and was used to the 'filling and bloating' sensation they 
gave her, but this feeling was different. This tension was somehow 
'heavier' and, as her insides were slowly being coated with the fetid 
slime, she gave off soft little moans and grunts.

With each pump of the syringe he took, her tummy heaved ever so 
slightly and she made a soft, cooing sound. She closed her eyes, and 
her tenseness diminished. Desperately, she gave herself over to the 
vileness being pumped into her bowels.

When he stopped injecting the feces into her rectum, she opened her 
eyes. She felt him remove the plunger, but he wasn't removing the hose. 
There were more movements around her, but she didn't stir. She waited. 
The plunger was replaced and then, as he pumped down on it again, she 
knew that he had simply reloaded it. He was now giving her a second 
full dose! God, how could he?

After unloading all of it into her intestines, he removed the hose. Her 
butt quivered slightly and she felt her body begin to quake. Although 
her anus struggled to take on it's original shape, her bowels had been 
overstuffed with manure... and the refuse began to literally ooze out 
from her! He quickly grabbed the butt-plug he had prepped nearby, and 
in one quick motion he slipped the plug into her!

Then, she felt him re-fill her crack with a handful of shit. On the 
outside, it was as if he had done nothing to her since he forced her to 
kneel. But on the inside, she felt the strain of the vileness that was 
now packed and sealed into her body!

"Lay on your back," he ordered. She complied, but she moved slowly and 
awkwardly. She felt 'filled' and 'tight', and a numb desire to defecate 
pressed deep inside her. Thankfully the pressure relented somewhat as 
she lay down on her back. God, how she didn't want to feel any worse 
than this.

As she managed to relax a little, he brought out several rolls of duct 
tape, and began to cover every inch of the plastic wrap with the duct 
tape! She felt the shapely curves of her body being accentuated by the 
tightness of the tape and the plastic.

Once again she felt the intense feeling of the worms wiggling between 
the plastic wrap and her soiled flesh. She had been so overwhelmed by 
the vile attention to her bowels that she had been oblivious to the 
sensations of the hundreds of worms covering her body. Strange how one 
obscene feeling could so completely overshadow another.

As she lay there, he continued to tape up her body. After mummifying 
her arms, he had her sit up. Then, he wrapped her torso. Now that she 
was so fully covered, the wiggling and writhing of the worms seemed to 
intensify. She also felt her body getting hotter, and the squirming 
worms seemed to be like a liquid slime oozing all over her!

Between the heat, the worms, and the heaviness in her tummy and bowels, 
she felt delirious. She tried to cry out, but could only manage a 
whimper and a soft grunt as the animal filth shifted inside her.

She watched in a daze as he moved beside her. She wondered what he was 
doing now? Then she saw him reach into the bucket of worms again, and 
he carefully took out another handful. He knelt between her legs, and 
she felt him pry them open slightly. She complied, but was slightly 
startled as he gently parted her labia... she gasped... and then she 
felt him slowly, but methodically, begin to insert worms into her 
pussy!!

Ahhhh... the feelings inside her now!!! She was shocked, horrified, 
thrilled, and orgasmic all at the same time over the alien sensations 
now moving insider her. As each worm was pushed into her pussy, she 
felt it thrash and pound inside her. Once past her labia, he took great 
care to push each one in deeper and deeper. And once it was pushed well 
inside her cavity, each worm seemed to wriggle it's way into some deep 
recess of her body... and she could actually feel them pressing up into 
her womb!

She began to moan again... but much louder than before! The feeling of 
the worms inside her, in combination with the thoughts running through 
her head, was beginning to push her over the top. The intensity was 
growing inside her and she felt her hips begin to move ever so 
slightly. Her body felt heavy, felt stagnant. Her mind and her senses 
reeled. But inside her body there was a growing need...

And if that wasn't enough, she felt him add even more worms! Between 
the manure that caked her bowels and the invertebrates that were 
stuffed in her pussy, it felt like there was a living thing inside her. 
Like she was 'pregnant' with some kind of sensual, writhing 
abomination. She squirmed in her vileness. She drank up the many 
moments like some obscene drug that overwhelmed her senses.

He must have felt she had enough because after adding the additional 
worms he retrieved the newly filled 'syringe' and placed it at her 
vaginal opening. Now he polluted this part of her body. He slowly 
pushed the plunger in and completely stuffed her pussy with animal 
feces. Now she had manure pumped into both her bowels and her womb... 
and in her womb, worms wiggled in the filth. She wasn't even an animal 
now... she was a living, breathing dump for worms and sewage!

Her body writhed and heaved. Inside her, things moved and slimed 
seeped.

Having completed his heinous task, he stood up and walked back to the 
cabinet and placed the syringe back. Upon his return, he saw that a 
substantial quantity of shit had oozed from her cunt. To address the 
issue, he told her to raise her buttocks off the floor, and in a 
bewildered state she complied. He then quickly used the plastic to 
wrap, first her crotch, and then her ass, as best he could. Just as 
quickly, he wrapped the same areas with the duct tape.

After this, she was allowed to relax for a time, and he decided to prop 
her up by bracing her back against the side of the tub as she lay 
there. Meekly she stared at him. She felt many sensations as her body 
continued to 'churn' from both within and without. She looked deep into 
his eyes, silently pleading that he might give her some attention. 
Other than the intense degradation that she was receiving, she also 
longed for his softer touch.

Yet again, it seemed to her that he was reading her mind when he bent 
down to her so that he could kiss her shit-stained lips. Feeling his 
lips pressed against hers brought instant relief and contentment to her 
distraught mind. As she felt his tongue powerfully moving in her mouth, 
her fears eased and a heightened level of arousal began to grow. How 
kind and wonderful he was to even consider kissing one so lowly as her. 
After all, her once clean and lovely face was now caked with shit... 
some of it still moist from all the sweat and filth that had been 
accumulating during her ordeal.

She felt his strong hands caressing her breasts, and her longing for 
him only intensified that much further. Strange as it would seem to any 
person viewing this travesty from afar, a sense of pride washed over 
her. She was glad to be his... even now.

And she was his. More and more as he stroked her body she forgot 
herself and her debasement. In the sheer bliss of his masterful touch 
she was happy... she was content. His adept fondling of her breasts 
caused her nipples to swell until they became ever so rigid to his 
touch, and she reveled at the feeling of their taught sensation between 
his fingers... god how she loved it!

And in the midst of all the transcendent, dazed pleasure she was now 
experiencing... he nimbly attached a clamp to each taught nipple!

Her mind flared in disbelief and her eyes instantly opened wide, like 
two large saucers. A throbbing sensation and a dull sort of pain cut 
through her senses. In a fleeting moment, her dark little mind of 
sensual rapture had been illuminated by the harsh sensations on her 
chest... and she was made ever so aware!

As the throbbing ache seemed to radiate through her chest, a new 
feeling came to her breasts... a slimy, gooey, wiggling feeling... 
worms! A handful of the slithering creatures was placed on each breast, 
and then both of her mounds were quickly wrapped in the plastic and 
tape. Through it all, the clamps jutted out at sharp, 90-degree, angles 
from the rest of her body, and he tapped on each of them playfully. The 
throbbing in her body became a sharper kind of ache and she winced. Her 
daydream was over.

Still propped up against the tub, he moved directly in front of her 
face. She submissively looked up at him, searching for some way to 
please him now that he was close. He seemed imperious as he stood 
before her, and this time instead of his sweet lips and kisses, she was 
greeted by a full view of his ass! With his buttocks nearly pressed 
against her face, he bent forward a bit and then backed up all the way 
until her little nose was nestled directly in the crack of his butt. It 
was now her time to please him.

With her nose nuzzling into his crack, she breathed in deeply. Her 
senses had been dulled and desensitized to the smell of the animal 
feces, but she could easily smell his swarthy essence. She inched out 
her tongue and bent forward so she could have the best possible angle 
by which to reach him. Her tongue slid deep into his crack until it 
reached his puckered anus. Once there, she probed with it, and 
slathered it around until the entire cleft of his butt was wet and 
slippery with her saliva. Occasionally she would back away a little, as 
a swimmer might come up for air after a long dive. But then right 
after, she would plunge her face back into his crack, ever so heady 
with delight at the chance to please him like this.

As she continued he ordered, "Do not swallow." "Do you understand?"

She heard his command, and nodded as she continued to press her face 
into his butt. The sheer rapture of serving him like this had her 
distracted.

"Do you understand?" he demanded.

"Yes, master," she said humbly. Her voice sounded muffled to her, but 
that was no surprise considering her mouth was buried between his butt 
cheeks. She knew what he wanted and she braced herself for the task 
ahead.

His sphincter stretched open and a fecal smell wafted up her nose as 
she took a breath. Then a thick, semi-solid, brown turd began to slowly 
seep out of his anus. She closed her eyes (did she really grimace she 
wondered?) and slid her open mouth directly under the point where it 
began to stretch downward. The smell was so strong she imagined she 
could almost taste it.

She braced herself... she was going to do this! She knew she HAD to do 
this!

Then, she slid her tongue out as she typically would for a man's 
cock... but of course this would be so much different. The nasty 'log' 
of shit appeared to be thick at first, but she guessed it probably 
tapered off and became much softer for the rest of it's length.

'Thank god' she thought. 'Please be able to do this,' she silently 
begged herself. In a truly strange and perverse way she needed to prove 
that she could 'go the distance' and take this to it's fullest extent. 
In fact, she didn't want one single drop of shit to fall from her mouth 
before he stopped defecating! To her, it was more than just a totally 
freakish challenge, it was a kind of inner need to fulfill the role of 
being a complete human toilet... and one that could take it ALL... but 
could she do it? SHE MUST!

She felt the pulpy mass sliding down onto her tongue, and that oh-so-
freaky taste yet again wash through her mouth. She strained, as the 
denser head of muck pressed to the back of her throat and the mushy 
center of the excrement began to fill her mouth. Her nostrils flared as 
she pulled in the tainted air. As her cheeks bulged with the increasing 
flow of waste, she struggled with an intense need to gag! Feces plopped 
out onto her chin, and then it began to dribble off. She wobbled as she 
strained her neck as far back as she could to allow her entire mouth to 
collect his refuse. And still it issued out of him... and into her!

There was just too much! She strained even further now. Fear welled up 
in her as she felt her chest heave. Her little nose strained to breathe 
ever so furiously. In her struggle, other sensations seemed to come 
from out of nowhere... The worms writhed all over her filthy, heated 
body... Her belly ached and her own rectum, packed with sludge, seemed 
ready to burst... And inside her womb, things moved and manure pressed 
down, like the very slime leaking down into her throat...

Feces spilled from her mouth... and onto the floor. As her mouth 
maintained control of the excrement still packed within, and her gag 
reflex subsided, her shoulders drooped in despair. She saw him reach 
down to pick up some of the shit that had fallen from her mouth. She 
had failed him, and she had failed herself. She felt so very small and 
useless. She felt like crying right then and there.

But in her moment of failure, he simply smiled and started to rub some 
of the loose pieces of excrement onto her filthy face. She simply 
closed her eyes, and she drifted away momentarily as she regained her 
composure. When she opened her eyes again, his smiling face was still 
there, right before her.

"Do you know I love you?" he asked.

She nodded demurely. He did still love her... and that's what counted. 
Just hearing him say that brought her back.

"And do you still trust me?" he questioned in turn.

She nodded enthusiastically. 'Yes, wonderful Master' she thought to 
herself. After ALL that he had done, she still trusted him. She thought 
herself mad for accepting all this, but then she had accepted her dark 
side years before.

Then, he picked up the plastic wrap one more time as he moved closer to 
her.

"Oh, one more thing, can you stay for a party I'm throwing tomorrow 
night?" This time she nodded but in a questioning way. 'What was he up 
to?' was all that kept going through her mind.

Then in an almost nonchalant fashion he pressed the wrap to her shit-
stuffed mouth and began to wrap her head and face!! She was stunned as 
she could feel him winding several layers around and then over, the top 
of her head. Then layers were done under her chin and over her head. 
She felt him come to a finish by wrapping yet another layer or two 
around her head! She heard a muffled thud in the distance.

'Uhhh yeah, RIGHT' she thought as she waited for him to rip the wrap 
off her face. In her mind she instantly envisioned him tearing it off 
and doing something crazy like smearing a wad of worms on her face as 
she spat out the weight of filth that was so heavy in her straining 
mouth. No response or sound came from him...

'TAKE IT OFF!' she thought, as she began to worry... and then panic! 
She flailed her heavy, wrapped hands near her face in several quick 
bursts... NO response!

She felt her body running out of air! Her heart pounded and her lungs 
began to ache... to constrict! Terror flashed through her, and she 
began to flail around. EVERYTHING that she had felt... experienced... 
enjoyed... and hated... disappeared from her mind!! Her body seemed 
like it was about to burst! Her mind seemed to shatter...

'HELP ME' were the last two words that her fading mind comprehended! At 
that point she was diminished... abandoned... LOST...

...

...

...

Suddenly, she felt his firm and powerful hand steadying her slumping 
body. Something hard seemed to be cutting through the plastic... and 
suddenly, life-giving oxygen came to her nostrils. She sucked in all 
she could with her first breath, and again, and again and until she 
felt dizzy. But after a time, she calmed down and her breathing 
returned to normal. She felt stunned, she felt bewildered, and she felt 
a kind of strange confusion. She felt totally and utterly helpless.

Once more he grabbed that roll of duct tape and, to her, he seemed 
happy as he began to use it yet again. She felt numb... and yet her 
body squirmed and writhed, and the pressure insider her body made her 
feel distended and bloated against the tightness that held and covered 
most of her body.

He wrapped where her mouth was. As the tape pressed against it, her 
numb mind felt the heaviness in her shit-packed mouth. To her, it 
seemed as if his shit had now fused with her mouth. No, it was like her 
mouth was shit! She whimpered. She had given up.

He wrapped over her ears and carefully over the bridge of her nose. He 
wrapped over her head and beneath her chin, to make sure her covered 
her entire body. And finally, he slowly and deliberately taped over her 
eyes. She was now in total darkness. She whimpered. She could only FEEL 
now.

She felt heaviness pressing inside her tummy, bowels and her womb. She 
felt things moving inside her... it almost tickled her and she began to 
wiggle slightly. Yes, there was something else too... in her mind-
numbing state she felt that aching in her body that had been there from 
the start. That sense of an orgasm always about to occur... but never 
happening.

Then she felt her arm being moved and her hand being placed between her 
bent, spread legs and over her clit. Her hand was pressed firmly down 
against her pussy. HER PUSSY... it trembled with need. Although her 
hand felt like a dense weight, more form than shape, she furiously 
rubbed and flailed it against her pussy. She had NEEDS...

In the darkness, she had needs... and she felt her body begin to gyrate 
and writhe. Her hips seemed to move in tandem with something from deep 
within her... Her body had NEEDS...

Suddenly she felt her hand being moved away from her pussy. 'WHY?' she 
absently thought. Her body slackened. In her dark mind, her flesh cried 
out for what it was being denied. She whimpered and she felt her tummy 
surge and move.

There was some movement by her pussy but not what she needed. It felt 
cool though, and that was good. The coolness made her more aware of her 
needs and she spread her weighty legs open. There was something missing 
there... her flesh had NEEDS...

Then something entered her pussy. It was a stick, a ball, no an EGG! 
That was it! She remembered, it was her Egg Vibrator! Shaped like an 
egg with a long cord, it could be inserted into her body and then 
turned on remotely! It slowly moved past her shit encrusted labia and 
then into her vaginal cavity. Things moved with it, and everything felt 
'packed' and heavy.

There was some other movement outside of her vagina... but the egg was 
in her!! And her flesh had NEEDS...

Why wasn't the feeling there... why wasn't it on?? Her mind reeled and 
she felt a stupor coming over her as her body shifted. She had no idea 
of time now and her awareness was changing.

After a while... how long she wondered? Something else was changing 
too! She felt like she was getting heavier. No hotter! That was it, she 
was HOT! That's what changed.

There was some movement, and an aching in her body. She felt hot... and 
heavy. Not pain... but her desires were still there.

Then she felt a pain in her chest... Her breasts were on fire. No, it 
wasn't heat... it was the tips of her breasts, her nipples and her 
breasts. Her mind reeled.

There was another sense of weight or something, and again her body 
stirred. She felt movement and pressure and a longing deep inside her. 
Worms, she thought of worms!

Then a SUDDEN BURST OF SENSATION! It was as if her WOMB exploded in an 
intense frenzy of movement and heat. The EGG... no the WORMS... 
Whatever was in her didn't matter... no, not at ALL! She felt 
PLEASURE!!!!! Her flesh and her womb had NEEDS... and they were getting 
what they wanted

Her body trembled and then shuddered as an orgasm ripped through her 
consciousness! Was it one orgasm... five... a hundred!?!? She couldn't 
tell. But her flesh and her womb had NEEDS!!!

She passed out... and she dreamed...

SHE HAD NEEDS...

Fini...