Dirty Debbie

Written by JKP

Chapitre 1

"Come over to my house for lunch today," I told Debbie.  We worked for an upscale dept. store and my house was only a few blocks away.

Her face lit up like a child whose just been given a new toy.  "Okay, I think I'd like that," she replied meekly.

During lunch she talked shop, mainly about how snotty and uppity acting everyone at the store is and what a bitch Susan, our boss, is.  She was giggling and her blue eyes twinkled.  She told me how she would love to freak her co-workers out but was to chicken to do anything.

  "Why did you agree to come to my house for luch today, Debbie?  I've heard through the grapevine at work that I scare you."

Sitting on the carpeted floor, using the coffee table to eat off of, she looked down at her plate as she dabbled with her sandwich.  Her position allowed me to look down her dress top at her small tits. Her nipples were quite large and hard.  Debbie was very fair skinned and with short, black hair it provided quite a contrast-she was a goth in designer clothes.  "I like a strong man and I've heard you telling your scat jokes, or whatever you call them, the ones dealing with shit, to the guys on the loading docks.  I also know that you have made fun of my small titties.  That kind of stuff excites me.  God, I can't believe I am telling you this.  I would die if anyone knew these things."

"I want your panties, Debbie.  Take them off for me."

Standing up and lifting the hem of her dress to her waist she rubbed her pantied asshole a few times and then took them off.  Her cunt was shaved and both lips had two gold rings pierced into them.  Sniffing the panties she turned them inside out and showed me the shit stains on them.  "Do you want anything else?" she said smiling.

"Yeah, come into the kitchen with me and leave your dress around your waist," I said.  Taking a package of Ball Park hot dogs, the big ones, out of the fridge I put one in the microwave and nuked it just enough to take the chill out.  "Here, I want you to take this and put it up your ass.  When we get back to work I want you to go to the lingerie dept. and buy a pair of panties--white, Vanity Fair, bikinis.  Shit the hotdog out whenever you want to, but you have to leave it there for the rest of the day.  Are you going to do it, Debbie?  Or are you too chicken?"

Standing there in the kitchen, she was holding her dress up with one hand and playing with her sopping pussy and pulling on the rings with the other.  She grabbed the hotdog and spreading her legs she fucked her pussy with it, getting it slicked up for her asshole.  As she inserted the hotdog into her asshole, she said, "I have just one question-Can I eat the hotdog when I get off work?"

"Yes you can Debbie and I expect it, so don't disappoint me.  I think we are going to have fun together.  What do you think?"

"I think so, too.  I must warn you though, I am very depraved when I'm away from work," she said as she smoothed out her dress.  "I just need some direction as to where to take it."

"Oh, I will give you direction, Debbie.  I am also going to give you correction, too.  What you just did for me in the kitchen was captured on video.  If you give me any trouble at all I will see that Susan, our boss, gets some stills of you fucking a hotdog at lunchtime.  You are my slut slave now. Do you understand me?"

"Yes I understand," she said, as the realization that what she had thought was fun and games had turned into something that scared her.  Her pussy was leaking down her inner thighs as she thought 'FINALLY, someone who will treat me and humiliate me like the shit loving slut that I really am.'

Back at work I checked in often on Debbie.  She was the day shift manager of the women's dept.  Every time she would see me she would get very nervous and flushed.  About 15 minutes before her shift ended, I walked over to her and another saleswoman, Anna, and asked her, "Hi Debbie, have you been to the new restaurant that's opened up-its called Uranus?"

With a look of total shock, Debbie replied, "No, I have not!   I haven't even heard of it" as she looked over at Anna.  Her face and upper chest were beet-red with embarrassment.

"Oh really.  That's weird, because one of the guys on the dock said he had heard you got take-out from Uranus for lunch today.   Oh well, maybe I misunderstood him.  Oh, yeah, here.  The mail room gave me this to give to you."  Handing Debbie a note, I smiled as I said goodbye.  Anna was whispering to Debbie, and staring at me as I walked away.

Debbie read the note and all of a sudden it became very real to her.  She was standing in the women's dept. of the most elegant clothing store in the city, with a co-worker beside her, and in her panties was a hotdog that she had shit out of her asshole.  Saying goodbye to Anna, she reread the note and knew she would do all that she was instructed to.

Arriving at Debbie's I checked the door and it was unlocked.  'What a fucking lamb this one is going to be,' I thought as I walked into her house. 

Debbie is naked, on her hands and knees in the center of the living room, and sticking out of her ass is the hotdog.  Her cunt rings look as if they have droplets of juice on them.  I put my kit bag down and tell her not to say a word.  I attach a black suede leather collar around her neck and lock it in place.  Next I take and attach weighted nipple clamps to her titties.  She moans and grunts like a pig as the clamp's bite into her nipples.

"You like that slut?" I ask as I stand in front of her.

"Yes, Sir.  I love it."

"You ought to see yourself.  What a whore you are.  This would be a good picture for the company newsletter.  You're my little shit whore aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir.  I am a naughty shit whore.  Your shit whore." she whispers in a husky voice.

"Good.  Now I want you to fuck your asshole with the hotdog.   Move so that your titties can feel the pain of the weights as they swing back and forth."

Debbie is shoving the hotdog in and out of her ass as fast as she can.  The combination of the ass fucking and the pain of the swinging tittie weights have sent her over the edge.  There is a stream of drool coming out of the side of her mouth as well as low grunting sounds

"LOOK up!  Look at me!    Eat the hotdog you fucking slut." I say to her.

Taking the hotdog out of her ass, Debbie sniffs her own shit and then takes a bite.  Her eyes are wide open and filled with fear and lust.  They never wander from mine.  She eats the whole thing as I stand there and laugh at her, calling her a cunt and a shit eater.  "Okay little shit eater what else would you like?  How about if I pull your cunt lips until you cry?  Would you like that?" I ask as I flick the tittie weights' a few more times.

"Oh yes, please," she groaned.  "Do anything to me.  I'm a naughty shit-eating slut.  Please punish me, Sir" she begged in a lusty tone.

Helping her up off the floor I remove the weights and tell her to sit down and rest-she's going to need it.  "Sir?  May I go use the toilet?  I have to shit," she asks in a whispery whine.

  "NO!   Just sit there and shut the fuck up," I tell her.  Again, you can see in her eyes the fear of reality setting in.

  Getting my tools out, I take and screw one-inch eyerings in each one of the lower and upper corners of the doorway leading towards the dining room.  From the front door, it's the first exit from the living room that you notice.  Giving Debbie four equal lengths of velvet rope, I tell her to attach one to each of her wrists and ankles.

"Now stand in the doorway and spread your legs and raise your arms."   I tie and adjust each lead of rope until Debbie is stretched taunt between the doorway.  Reaching into my kit bag, I take out a riding crop and start smacking it against my palm as I stand in front of Debbie.  Her eyes are filled with sheer terror.  I flick the crop against her nipples and she moans out.  I alternate titties, striking harder each time.  Her head is hanging down and she is panting like a dog.   Kneeling down, I position the crop and take aim.  Using a backhand stroke, I bring the crop up hard against her cunt.  Her head snaps up and her eyes fly open as she lets out a wailing, gutteral moan.  Almost a keaning sound.  I continue whipping her cunt until her inner thigh muscles are quivering uncontrollably.  Getting a feather duster out of my bag, I carress her swollen cunt lips.

"Oh thank you, Sir" she whispers as her head flops backwards.

"Now let's see if we can't stretch out the pleasure that you're feeling in your pussy."  Attaching weights to each of her cunt rings, her lips are pulled down by the weight.  Standing back I look at the site before me-a perfect slave.  "Tell me what you are feeling now, Debbie?"

"There is just a dull pain all around my cunt, Sir.   A strong dull throbbing.  It feels great and I love it. Thank you."

Just then the doorbell chimes.  Debbie's head snaps up and her eyes are filled with alarm and puzzlement.  She looks at me and whispers, "Please don't answer that.  Please, I am begging you."

"Oh come on Debbie.  That would be rude.  If you're scared of someone seeing you, we'll just blindfold you.  That way you won't know who it is that's looking," I tell her laughingly.

Blinfolding her I go to open the door.  I let 'her' guest's in and, whispering, welcome them both.  The guest in charge hands me the leash attached to her slave and walks over to Debbie.  She carresses Debbie's nipples causing her to moan.  Using her thumb and first finger she pinches one nipple, hard and fast.  Debbie feels as if an electric jolt has been applied to her nipple.  Then her guest whispers in her ear and Debbie's world explodes.

"So you think I am a bitch, huh?  You little fucking whore!  How dare you walk around my store shitting hotdogs into your panties.  When I get through with you, you will wear NO panties and you will shit on the floor," Susan said as she slapped Debbie hard across the face.

Susan hung there in the doorway with her head down.  'I never want this to stop--the stinging from the slap, the dull pain from the cunt weights, the humiliation-I want more' she thought.       

Chapitre 2

Standing in Debbie's living room, I take in the site before me--three women who are, in job status, above me at work, but who are so enslaved to me that they would all eat my shit.  To look at me you would never guess, in a million years, that I have an innate ability to control women.  I am a 40 year-old single man standing 5' 10 inches tall and weighing 165 lbs.  With my deep tan, blue eyes, and short brown hair I fit right in 'normal' society. I am for the most part a very happy-go-lucky and playful person-gregarious.  The tattoo is the only thing that doesn't fit the picture.  It's of a chameleon, on the side of my neck, and appears to be crawling out of my shirt collar.  That's what a lot of people, especially women don't realize-it's all about change.   

Susan, I have controlled the longest and Debbie is the newest.  Anna is in the middle and coming along just fine.  I realized long ago, that women were just walking cum buckets and crave to be dominated and humiliated.  You just had to know how to get them to that point, and I did.

Susan is wearing black crotchless pantyhose, a bullet bra with cutouts, and six-inch pumps that are locked on her feet.  Her accessories include a one-inch wide choker collar and lead-fishing weights attached to her nipples.  Her cunt is shaved smooth. Her make-up is applied expertly and a little heavy, accentuating her green eyes and high cheekbones.  The shoulder length brown hair is coifed to perfection.

"Okay Susan, you know what to do.  I'll sit here and watch.  Go ahead and entertain me," I say.

Susan unties Debbie from the doorway and takes the weights off of her cunt lips.  Putting her lips to Debbie's ear she whispers, "guess who's coming to dinner" and removes the blindfold from Debbie's eyes. 

Standing across the room, at the end of the leash I am holding, is Anna, the co-manager of the women's dept.  She is wearing a crotchless, black, body stocking, with cutouts for her massive tits, and 5-inch black heels.  Her long blonde hair is knotted in a single braid that falls down her back to her waist.   In her hands she is holding a lovely Waterford crystal bowl.  As Susan nods her head at me, I unclip the leash from Anna's collar and she walks towards Susan.

Getting closer, Debbie notices the nipple stretchers that Anna is wearing and the thought, 'I want some of those' runs through her head.  The nipples are stretched out a good inch and look like they hurt very much.

Anna gives the bowl to Susan and then comes over to sit with me on the couch. Susan gives the bowl to Debbie and tells her to lick the inside.

"All over," Susan said.  "Don't miss any spots."

Debbie licked the crystal bowl with long swipes of her tongue.  She didn't know why she was doing it, except that she had been ordered to.  After the bowl was cleaned by Debbie's tongue, Susan took it from her.  As everyone watched, Susan put the bowl on the floor and squatted over it.

Susan was facing Debbie and Debbie could clearly see Susan's crotch.  Her dark-lipped cunt and her dark brown asshole.  She won't, Debbie thought.

Yes she would-Susan started shitting.

Her asshole opened like a little mouth and the beginning of a turd appeared.  Smiling, Susan kept her eyes on Debbie as the turd slowly squeezed its way out of her gaping asshole.  Debbie was astonished at the sight of her boss shitting right in front of her.

The first turd dropped into the bowl and Susan's bald cunt lips twitched.  Debbie watched breathlessly as Susan finished shitting in the bowl.  Watching the turds squeeze out of Susan's asshole was exciting.  Maybe I am losing my mind, Debbie thought.

"Now you can be useful, my little slut.  I want you to clean me," Susan said.  Susan turned around and bending forward she presented her ass.  Reaching back she pulled her asscheeks apart with both hands.

Debbie shifted forward and there it was, Susan's asshole.  Small and tight again, it looked like a dirty rosebud.  Inhaling the earthy aroma, she started lapping Susan's asshole.  She cleaned it, and tickled it, massaging the puckered bud with her hot, wet, pointed tongue.  Debbie wondered if she should push her tongue inside.  She went for the 'brownie' points--stiffening her tongue she drilled it inside Susan's ass.

"Oh yeah, that's it.  That's just lovely," Susan giggled at the slut at her ass.  She finally had Debbie stop and then told her to go clean the bowl.  Debbie took it into the bathroom and emptied and cleaned the bowl.  She brought it back and gave it to Susan.  Susan placed it on the coffee table.

"You love shit don't you," Susan said.  "That makes you a good slave.  Let's see how much of a slut you really are.  Come here, Anna."

Anna walked over and Susan had her turn around and bend forward.  "Pull your asscheeks apart, Anna" Susan said.  Susan pushed her index finger into Anna's asshole and fucked it in and out.  Bringing her finger out, coated with Anna's shit, she ordered Debbie to clean it.

Debbie cleaned Susan's finger with delight, licking and sucking her finger until it glistened with her saliva.

"How do you like it?" Susan asked.

Debbie looked up at her, "What?"

"The taste of someone else's shit."

Debbie blushed, "It's okay, I guess."

"What else do you like besides shit?  Do you like piss?" I asked.

Debbie quivered and her voice was weak," Well..."

They all laughed again at Debbie.  It was going to be so much fun training and abusing her, especially at work.  Being the newest slave in the group, she would be the busiest.  Maybe I can get Susan to move her to the children's dept.  God, what a life.