Katie's Night Out

Katie heard the sound of a car door slam outside and quickly crawled

to her assigned place under the dining room table.  Her Mistress Ruth

believed that slaves should be quiet and unobstrusive, not always

begging underfoot like some overeager dog.  Katie knew that the

Mistress liked to have her be easily accessible, yet out of the way, in

case Mistress had some other business to attend to.

As slave Katie heard the key turn in the lock, she also heard voices -

Mistress Ruth had brought a friend home with her again.  Katie swallowed

with nervous anticipation and idly reached one finger down to play with

her pubic hair.  The Mistress enjoyed showing her pet off to friends and

co-workers, and while these displays could be exciting, they could also

be

very demanding - Mistress took a real pleasure in pushing Katie's limits

before an audience.

The door opened, and while Katie's position blocked her view, she soon

recognized the sound of the other voice as belonging to Anna, one of

Mistress' co-workers who had visited several times before for cocktails

and 'entertainment'.  She was a tall, athletic blonde in her mid 30's,

very easygoing and seemingly unshockable.  From her first visit, she

took

an easy liking to helping Mistress Ruth dominate and humilate her slave,

and Katie knew that despite her relaxed manner, Anna had a truly

sadistic

imagination and was always ready to offer suggestions as to how to put a

slave girl in her place.

Mistress Ruth herself was slightly older, a buxom redhead in her early

40's.  Her extroverted personality and choice of clothing might strike

one as slightly gaudy at first, but anyone who spent more than a few

minutes around Mistress Ruth would realize she was a very intelligent,

articulate woman, whose colorful manner was quite pleasing, if a bit

uncoventional.  Slave Katie, a pixielike girl of 23 with short, dark

hair knew better than anyone that Mistress Ruth was a strong,

demanding woman with a fierce, quiet power - she knew what she wanted,

and Katie had spent the last year of her life gladly surrendering her

will to that power.

Mistress Ruth and Anna were engaged in a conversation about some

project at work as they seated themselves at the table beneath which

slave Katie knelt, naked and eager to serve.  Neither woman called any

attention to the young woman who crouched at their feet, but as

Mistress Ruth poured drinks for herself and her friend, she casually

kicked off her black low-heeled pumps and thrust the toes of one

pantyhose-clad foot into her slave's face.  Katie eagerly cradled the

narrow foot in both hands, brushing her cheek lovingly across the tops

of the crimson-painted toes before covering the foot with tiny, loving

kisses.  As was to be expected, Mistress Ruth's feet *stank* at the

end of the day - Katie didn't mind a little smell, but these toes were

truly sweaty and pungent, and Katie knew her Mistress took deliberate

pleasure in inflicting her ripe body odours on her slave.  She never

ever washed her hoseiry or socks, and her feet rarely received any

bathing other than that provided by Katie's slavish mouth.  Katie

wrinkled her nose at the smell, but did not hesitate to take each

stinky little stockinged toe into her mouth, sucking with a firm,

gentle pressure.

Soon, Katie felt a poke between her legs.  Anna was absent-mindedly

prodded the toe of one sneakered foot into Katie's crotch.  Katie

swallowed with excitement, adjusting herself so as to best spread her

knees apart while continuing to suck at Mistress Ruth's foot.  Anna

paid her no direct attention, but continued to brush her foot against

the slave's pussy and thighs.  Like an animal in heat, Katie tried to

arch her hindquarters back against the sneaker-clad foot, hoping to

bring herself pleasure while servicing Mistress' toes (fingering

herself was _certainly_ not allowed).

This went on for perhaps half an hour, as Mistress Ruth and her friend

finished and refilled their drinks, pleasantly chatting about office

politics and other gossip, all while slave Katie worked on massaging,

kissing, and sucking both of her Mistress' feet most thoroughly.

Eventually, without a word, Mistress pulled her feet away, shifted in

her chair, and slid her pantyhose off of her legs.

Katie was well trained; she helped the Mistress remove the hose,

folding them quickly next to the pumps on the floor, and crawling up

to place her head between Mistress' legs, eagerly approaching the

sweet shrine of her Goddess.  Without needing prompting or

instruction, she parted Mistress' pussy lips and moved her tongue up

and down in slow, deliberate strokes, hypnotized by the strong musk of

Mistress' womanhood.  She sucked and slurped with great skill,

first plunging her tongue deep into Mistress' vagina, then moving up

to tease her clitoris with light butterfly kisses.  Mistress Ruth's

only response to this was to occassionally stroke a finger through her

slave's hair, although Katie could tell she was getting tremendously

excited from the way she would occassionally stop in mid-sentence, or

shift anxiously in her seat.  Katie smiled devilishly to herself and

continued her task.

For several minutes this went on until without warning, Mistress Ruth

slid her chair back, pulling her soaking crotch away from Katie's

mouth, and stood.

"Okay, little doggie," she announced, "you may come out now."

Suddenly nervous to be put on the spot, Katie took a moment to compose

herself, and crawled out from under the table, her eyes to the floor.

"She's _so_ pretty," casually admired Anna, in a light Southern

accent.  She had now stood up and walked around the table to get a

better view of the proceedings.  "Is that breed hard to take care of?"

"Not as hard as you'd think," Mistress Ruth replied.  Slave Katie

blushed to hear herself talked about so casually in such a manner, but

it also excited her tremendously.  "They are mostly self-grooming, and

pretty well behaved once they've been trained.  But she *does* have

some rather exotic dietary requirements."  Katie swallowed nervously--

she knew all too well where this was going.  After a tense pause,

Mistress Ruth placed her finger beneath Katie's chin and raised her

face to meet her eyes.

"Sweetheart, go bring Mommy your supper dish."  She spoke in a tone

which was at once soothing and strict.  Katie's heart began to race

as she stared into her Mistress' piercing blue eyes.

"Yes Mistress," she gulped.  She scurried into the kitchen on her

hands and knees, where she picked up a round yellow dog dish from the

floor.  She quickly crawled back to the living room, holding the dish

in her mouth, to find Mistress Ruth and Anna seated on the couch.

Katie knew this ritual well.  She leaned down, deposited the dish on

the floor with her mouth, and raised herself up so she was sitting on

her heels, her knees slightly spread on either side of the dish.  Her

arms were crossed behind her back, causing her small pert breasts to

poke up.  She waited patiently for Mistress Ruth to nod, giving her

permission to speak.  Mistress took her time, finishing her discussion

with Anna before gesturing to her slave, bidding her to speak.

"Mistress, will you please feed this slave?  I am hungry, and beg you

to take mercy and feed me."

"But what do you expect to eat?" Mistress Ruth asked incredulously.

"Surely you don't think I spend all my money on groceries just so I

can go and feed them to a slave girl?"  Mistress Ruth loved to perform

these little dramatic rituals.  There were always variations, but the

basic pattern was the same - to re-enforce Katie's place as Mistress'

slave, utterly dependent upon her and willing to do absolutely

anything to earn her favor.

"No Mistress," trembled Katie.  "Your turd.  Please feed me your turd,

Mistress."  Katie was always overwhelmed with emotion as she spoke

these words - awe, reverence, and devotion, mixed with fear and

anticipation.  She was never overly eager to eat shit, but the thrill

of submission it gave her made it impossible to resist.  "Please poop

in my supper dish and make me eat your turds."  Her Mistress sighed

with feigned annoyance and placed her hands on her hips.

"Oh, so now you expect _me_ to get up and walk over there, ignoring my

guest, just so I can feed your greedy little mouth?"  Mistress *loved*

to make her slave beg.

"Please oh please, Mistress," Katie choked, her voice straining to

contain the flood of emotion she felt.  "Please let me eat your shit.

Please Mistress, you *own* me - I belong to you, body and soul, and

I'll do anything you say.  All I ask, Mistress, is for you to feed me

with your turds.  I need you, Mistress!"  Anna sat on the couch,

watching this scene unfold with fascinated amusement.  She was amazed

at the power her friend held over this desperate young slave girl, but

neither she, nor any other outsider, could fully understand the depth

of feeling that Katie and Mistress Ruth held for one another; a

powerful, mystical bond that neither Mistress nor slave had ever

experienced before their relationship.

"Very well, slave," Mistress Ruth pronounced, her beautiful eyes

piercing into Katie's, penetrating to the depths of her soul.  She

stood and walked to where Katie knelt, never breaking eye contact.

She smiled wryly, running her lacquered fingernails through Katie's

hair for a moment.  She then turned, bent over slightly, and raised

the back of her skirt to expose her full, shapely ass cheeks.  "Kiss

my ass!" she barked suddenly.  Katie leaned up, working her nose

between Mistress' buttocks, and tried as best she could to kiss her

sweet, slightly sweaty asshole without the aid of her hands.  Ruth

helped her out by reaching back and parting her cheeks, rubbing her

brown puckered asshole up in Katie's face.  She suddenly let loose a

loud, wet fart in her slave's face.

"Woo hoo, you give it to her, girl!" Anna laughed from the couch,

sipping her drink and watching with engrossed amusement.  Katie licked

her Mistress' ass up and down, with long strokes of her full tongue,

moaning with pleasure.  Mistress Ruth chuckled with satisfaction and

leaned back to sit on her slave's face more fully.

"I think it's time for your dinner," Mistress cooed in a sultry,

sing-song voice, pulling herself away from the slave's eager tongue.

Katie gulped nervously, picked up the yellow dish from the floor, and

held it expectantly beneath her Mistress' ass.  Mistress Ruth squatted

slightly, positioned herself, and soon a dribble of urine began to

pitter into the dog dish.  Perhaps half a cup of watery pee streamed

from her full, pink pussy lips before it slowed to a trickle and

stopped.  Katie heard her Mistress gasp softly, and the next thing she

saw was the yellowish brown tip of a turd begin to crawl out from the

Mistress' ass.  She stared at it, hypnotized, as a narrow ochre shit,

less than half an inch wide, began to snake its way out of her pink,

wrinkled asshole, coiling in a long wet pile, already beginning to

lend a brown tinge to the pool of piss in which it lay.

Mistress pinched off the long, slimy rope of shit, and several seconds

later, startled her slave by spattering several liquidy chunks out

into the bowl.  A moment later, a gush of nasty, green-grey filth

exploded from her bowel, some splashing up into Katie's face.

"Oh, dear GOD," the Mistress moaned, looking over at Anna.  "I

should've known drinking all that coffee at lunch would upset my

stomach.  Oh well, what can you do?"  Katie was about to gag from the

nasty odor wafting up in her face, but she managed to keep her

composure, holding the bowl steady as close to a pint of her Mistress'

smelliest, runniest fecal matter accumulated in the receptacle.  At

last, Mistress exploded with a long, noisy dry fart.

"Clean up time," the Mistress announced in a teasing, musical voice.

Katie carefully placed the full bowl on the ground and began a

thorough tongue-bathing of her Mistress' ass.  Drops of the bitter,

greyish diarrhea covered both of Ruth's asscheeks and it took two or

three minutes of steady licking until she had done an adequate job

making things neat.  She finished this task by leaning forward and

doing the best she could to wipe dry her saliva using her own short

bangs.

"Hey slave, why don't you bring that supper dish over here?"  It was

Anna who made the request, sounding perfectly natural and friendly in

her tone.  Katie obeyed, carefully picking up the container and

crawling on her knees to the couch, placing it inches away from her

feet, still clad in an old pair of Reebok sneakers without socks.

Mistress Ruth had fixed her skirt and now resumed her place on the

couch, curious what her friend had in mind.

"My feet are all hot and tired, you know.  Why don't you help me with

my shoes there, slave girl?"  Katie obeyed, bending down to pull the

laces untied with her teeth, then working the shoes off of Anna's wide

bare feet.  Her unpolished bare toes were pink and wrinkled with

sweat, and stank badly from being trapped in leather sneakers without

socks for the past ten hours.  Anna flexed her toes pleasurably, and

waved them playfully beneath Katie's nose.  "You are getting verrry

sleepy," she teased, in her best Bela Lugosi accent, moving her foot

back and forth.  "You vill do what I say."  Slowly, deliberately, she

lowered the sweaty toes of her left foot into the bowl of her friend

Ruth's nasty diarrhea, and slid it in until her toes and ball of foot

were covered with the foul excrement.  She leaned back, lifted the

filthy foot, her pointed toes barely an inch from Katie's nose.

"Beg to lick my feet, slave," she cooed, smiling devilishly.  Katie

looked down at the disgusting foot, caught between disgust and desire.

"Please let me lick the shit off your toes," Katie gasped, hardly

believing the sound of the words as she spoke them.  "Please let me

suck them clean."  Both of her Mistresses now chuckled heartily.

"Very well, you nasty little thing.  But you do it right."  Katie did

not hesitate a moment to plunge her mouth around Anna's filthy

extremeties, disgusted by the bitter, acrid slime of the fecal matter

that coated them.  She never espescially _enjoyed_ the taste of shit,

but this curdled sludge was worst than most.  All the same, she moaned

with pleasure as she slurped the foul turd deep into her throat, not

unaware of the sweat and grit which also coated Anna's foot.

After she had sucked the foot absolutely clean, working to get each

stain and speck from between the sweaty toes, Anna proceeded to dip

her other foot in the murky bowl, and Katie gave it the same thorough

treatment.  She repeated the procedure twice more with each foot, all

the while both she and Ruth staring in mute fascination at how eagerly

and completely the girl was debasing herself to please her Mistresses.

At last, when each of Anna's feet had been cleaned three times, she

pulled her toes away and folded her legs beneath her on the couch.  "I

think she's been a good little worker, Ruth, and she deserves her

din-din now."

"Very well," Ruth agreed.  "You may dine now.  But I don't want to see

your face until you're done eating.  And that means lick your bowl

ab-so-lute-ly clean."  Katie meekly uttered a "yes Mistress" before

setting to the dreaded task, lowering her face into the bowl of her

owner's foulest, most vile sewage.  She lapped and sucked at the

bitter mess as quickly as she could, periodically gasping for air, but

never lifting her face from the bowl.  She was soon forgotten by her

Mistresses, who began discussing various movies they had recently

seen.

It took slave Katie twenty long minutes to work her way to the bottom

of the bowl, carefully pacing herself so not to retch any of the nasty

fecal stew back up.  At long last, she had licked away every bitter

smear, and raised her head in gratitude.  She once more sat on her

heels in silence, waiting for her next command.

"Say Ruth, I think your slave finished her dinner.  What do you say we

go get something for ourselves; I'm pretty hungry."

"That's a great idea," Ruth agreed.  "How does Chinese sound?"

"It sounds great," decided Anna.  "But I'm feeling a little tipsy; can

she drive us?"  Ruth looked at her kneeling slave, studying her for a

moment.

"Are you okay?" she asked.  Mistress Ruth demanded a lot of her slave,

but she also was concerned with her welfare.  She knew the ritual the

slave had just performed was not an easy one - physically or

emotionally - and she cared deeply for her well being.

"Yes, Mistress," Katie answered timidly.  She felt somewhat nauseous,

and emotionally exhausted, but she had been through this before, and

knew she was still within her limits.  "It is an honor to serve you."

"That settles it," Ruth pronounced.  "Shall we finish our drinks

first?"

"Of course," Anna agreed.  "But I feel bad making her lick my feet

like I did.  She deserves a reward, don't you think?"

"As you wish," Ruth declared with a wave of her hand.  Anna stood up,

wriggling her cotton slacks down around her knees.  She reached behind

herself with one hand, sticking it in the wasteband of her hi-cut

satin panties, and began to shift her hips around slightly.  A moment

later, she withdrew her hand, which now contained a dark, chunky turd,

an inch and a half wide and two inches long, covered in a light,

pasty glaze.  She studied the dark clump with fascination.  

"Ooh, isn't that nice?"  She brushed the object against Katie's lips,

and

despite herself, the slave strained to catch the meaty aroma of the

warm shit, savory in its own disgusting way.  "Open your mouth," Anna

softly commanded.  Katie's lips slowly parted as she closed her eyes,

eagerly anticipating what was to come.  "Hold it in your mouth," Anna

instructed, seductively sliding the turd past Katie's lips.  "And no

teeth marks on it, do you understand?"  Katie nodded mutely.

The turd tasted bitter in her mouth, but still far preferable to the

bowl of diarhhea she had gulped down just minutes earlier.  It was

big, too; she was barely able to close her mouth around the foul

object.  Once she had done so, Anna casually wiped her fingers on the

slave's hair and sat back down.  She bent down, picked up a single

sneaker from the ground, and held the opening before Katie's face.

"Breathe deep, little one," Anna instructed.  Katie obeyed, honestly

unsure which was worse - the ripe smell of the shoe's interior, or the

taste of the large clump of shit which covered her tongue.  As she

salivated, the bitter taste began to drip back into her throat,

coating her sinuses with the nasty slime.  Yet Katie was absolutely

enthralled; this was what she lived for.  She took slow deep breaths,

savoring the stink of Anna's well-worn shoe, yielding to the earthy

flavor which permeated her senses.

Anna continued to hold the shoe in her face with one hand, using the

other to bow the slave's head down to the ground.  There she knelt

prostrate, barely able to breathe.  Anna placed the soles of both feet

on the back of Katie's head, pressing her nose deep into the sneaker.

Ruth stretched her legs out on Katie's back, using the girl's body as

a footrest.

The women spent several minutes debating choice of restaraunt and

finishing off their drinks.  At last, Anna pulled her shoe from

beneath the girl's face without ceremony.

"Go put on your cotton sundress."  It was Mistress Ruth's voice, and

slave Katie wordlessly obeyed, crawling down the hall to Mistress'

bedroom, where the bottom drawer of a dresser contained a few simple

articles of clothing for when Katie needed to appear in public.  She

pulled the plain, floral-print dress over her head, and  climbed to

her feet.  Mistress' house rules stated that a slave was only allowed

to stand up when clothed, and of course clothing was only permitted

for specific occassions.  She slipped her feet into a pair of her

Mistress' rubber thong sandals (the only footwear she was permitted

during warm weather), and silently walked out to the living room,

still very much aware of the large piece of fecal matter she held in

her mouth.

Both women's eyes were upon her, and while she lowered her own head in

shame, she felt a glowing pride deep within that she was able to go to

such lengths to please her superiors.  Mistress Ruth smiled at the

girl with warm satisfaction.

The ladies led the way outside, with slave Katie in tow.  Anna tossed

her the keys to her sedan, and Katie opened the doors for both of her

Mistresses before climbing in the driver's seat.  The drive to the

restaurant was short and uneventful, though Katie couldn't help but

wonder when she would be allowed to remove Anna's feces from her

mouth.  Neither woman made the slightest mention of the subject,

instead directing Katie where to park when they arrived, and telling

her to follow them inside.

The three women were seated in a booth at the back of the restaurant,

but when a waitress began to hand a menu to Katie, Ruth waved it away.

"She's already eaten," Ruth explained.  "She's just keeping us

company."  The waitress looked at Katie strangly, who just smiled and

shook her head, before lowering her eyes in embarrasment.  She felt so

vulnerable, yet at the same time, there was nowhere else she would

rather be. 

Appetizers came, then the main course was served, and the whole time

Katie just sat snuggled between her Mistress and her friend, her hands

folded in her lap.  The women gorged themselves, devouring generous

helpings of Szechuan shrimp, General Tso's chicken, and huge bowls of

chicken fried rice.

At last, an hour later, they finished their tea, ate their fortune

cookies, and sighed with contentment.

"I am so stuffed," smiled Mistress Ruth.  "That was wonderful.  But

we'd best be getting back- I think I'm going to have some business to

attend to in a very short while."  She smiled knowingly at her slave,

patting her on the hand.  It was going to be a very long night.