AUTHOR : SLAVE SHOELICKER
I arrived in L. A. about a week ago. I was hoping to turn my life around with a
big move from the Big Apple to Tinsel Town.
Life on the East Coast wore me down and things looked brighter already. I was
very low on funds but was lucky to land a job on the set of a movie that was
being filmed in the desert of Southern California.
The set was a little far out of town to commute, so we were all staying in
trailers at the location. My trailer was rather small and I had to share it with
several other "gofer" type guys. I didn't care because the rent was free. This
job would let me save lots of cash so I could spend the time necessary to land a
real job. I was a few pennies from skid row, but I was well educated and hoped
to make a splash in my new town.
My job on the set was to be available to the young teen star of the movie. She
had recently made a big splash in her first flick
and got her picture plastered on the cover of numerous national magazines. She
had that innocent, irresistible, pure beauty that graced one person in a hundred
million. Unfortunately she knew it, and around the set she was known as the
"Teen Bitch."
It was always "Get this," or "Get that." Never so much as a "please" or a "thank
you." Sometimes she was right next to
whatever it was she wanted. Alicia always gave me these condescending looks. I,
in turn, had grown to hate the aire of
superiority she always carried with her.
The long, hot, dusty day of filming in the desert was wrapping up when one of
the other guys said there was cold beer waiting
for us back at our trailer. That was just to good to pass up. Just as I arrived
and grabbed a cold one, someone walked up and said:
"Hey Don, teen bitch is throwing a tantrum. She says she needs a few things."
I said I'd be back as soon as I ran her errands and headed off to her plush
trailer. I tapped the can on the door.
"Get in here!" I heard her shout.
I walked in and she was lounging on an easy chair in the sultry outfit from the
set.
"Where have you been?" Alicia demanded.
"It's been a long hot day. We've been filming since just after sunrise and a few
of the guys were going to throw a few down and kick back for a while," I said,
popping the top to my beer.
"Put that beer down, there is no drinking in here, I'm only eighteen years old."
I felt like really telling her where to go, but bit my tongue and set the can
down. I decided to discuss it with her.
"Look, Alicia, I'm doing a decent job for you and I think I deserve some
respect," I said calmly. "I should have some time of
my own as well."
"There are a hundred people who could replace you in a flash. So you will work
when I say you will work. Furthermore, you
will make yourself available to work for me at all times. I will treat you as I
see fit, and you will address me as Miss Alicia. If
you have a problem with any of that you can leave right now and forget about
another job in this industry. If you think you have money problems now, try
unemployment. What will it be?" she demanded.
Alicia was right. I desperately needed the money this job paid. I should have
never discussed the money problems I was having with the other guys on the set.
She must have overheard me and was using it to her advantage.
"All right, I do need the job, but how about cutting me a little break," I
asked, hoping that she might bend a little if I asked
kindly.
"What!" Alicia said as if shocked. "How did you address me?"
"I'm sorry. Miss Alicia. It's just been a long day and all," I said hoping to
curry favour and get back to the beers. "May I go now Miss Alicia?"
"I will let you know when you can go. Your priorities are messed up. You
shouldn't even be thinking about leaving. I'm not sure if you are even capable
of handling this job. Why do you think you get paid more than the other flunkies
out there? I had better see some immediate improvement in your performance or
you will be living on the street," Alicia remarked.
Now I was beginning to understand why a novice like me had gotten this higher
paying job. The others who had been around
town for a while knew what was in store if they took it.
I resolved to bite the bullet and hang with the job until I had the cash to
leave.
"Remove my sandals," Alicia said casually as she reclined on the chair.
"Hey, that's not part of the job. You have to do that yourself," I said in
disbelief.
"You really don't get it, do you?" she asked incredulously. "If you give me just
one more disrespectful reply, or refuse just one
more order I give you, you are history. Do you understand me Dummy?"
I had a quick decision to make. Part of me knew this was too much crap to put up
with. But I was just desperate for the
money. Alicia started swinging her foot impatiently. It caught my attention as I
did a double take. I looked up her lovely legs.
God was she beautiful. I caught her eyes and she had this gloating smile on her
face as if she knew she won. She had. I needed to get down on my knees to get to
the sandals. Her feet were filthy. The long hot day in the dusty desert had
caked them in sweat, dust and dirt. I started undoing the strap, and the sight
of her fantastic legs was giving me a hard-on.
"Stand up!" Alicia ordered.
I didn't want to move. I was sporting this boner and the shorts I was wearing
were flimsy and thin. Alicia might notice my erect condition.
"Stand up!!!"
I got to my feet. I tried to cover the tent in my shorts.
"What's this?" Alicia said grabbing my penis.
Her hand caused my cock to harden into steel. I hadn't been with a woman in
quite some time.
"That's it, you're history you disgusting sex pervert," she said squeezing my
cock and digging her nails into it.
It was both painful and erotic. I didn't stop her. She dug her nails in and the
pain was excruciating before she let go. Still, I did
nothing to prevent her torment. I was being fired.
"Get out of here before I call security you sex maniac," Alicia said.
"Alicia,...Miss Alicia, please. I need this job. It's just that I haven't been
with a woman for quite some time and,...and I promise it will never happen
again. Please, I'll do whatever you ask. I'll be better than anybody you could
possibly get to replace me. I'll dedicate myself to seeing to your every need,"
I pleaded with her to keep my job, yet she seemed unmoved.
"Please Miss Alicia, I promise I'll do anything you ask. I'm begging you."
Alicia turned when I stooped to actually say the word "beg." Perhaps she would
reconsider.
"Get on your knees," she said.
I fell to my knees.
"Do you pledge to do absolutely anything I tell you to do no matter how absurd
or ridiculous it may seem to you? No matter
how you might feel about it?" Alicia asked.
"Yes Miss Alicia," I said from my knees.
"I don't believe you," she responded.
"Please Miss Alicia, I promise I will. I beg you," I pleaded.
"You wouldn't last a minute. Get out," she said.
"Just one more chance, I'm begging you."
"Clean my sandal," Alicia ordered.
"Yes Miss Alicia," I said picking up the sandal I had removed and heading to the
wash room.
"Get back here!" she said. "Where are you going?"
I returned to my knees before her.
"I was going to the wash room to clean the shoe," I said holding up the sandal
in my hand.
"Clean this one," Alicia said thrusting her sandal-clad foot at me.
"Shouldn't I get a damp cloth Miss Alicia?"
"No"
I stretched out my shirt to wipe the dirt and sweat covered sandal.
"Use something moist," she ordered.
I sat there not sure what to do. Alicia sighed in annoyance. She raised the sole
of the sandal so it was inches from my face.
"Lick it. Lick it clean."
The sole of the sandal was practically black. I was disgusted at the prospect.
Somehow, my body moved forward on its own. I found myself licking the dirt from
her shoe. I said to myself-I couldn't be doing this. I was performing this act
of utter
self-degradation and couldn't bring myself to stop. In fact, I started licking
with gusto and relishing this sick task. My cock was rock solid again. After a
few minutes of devouring every inch of Alicia's sandal I felt something snaking
into my shorts.
Alicia's foot was grazing my cock. The sensations were unreal and I renewed my
efforts lapping at the pretty sandal. In short
order I had an explosive orgasm, reeling in ecstasy.
Alicia removed the shoe and brought out her cum covered foot. The jism was all
over it. It was a massive load from the pent up sexual frustrations over the
last week. She raised her filthy foot to my lips. Like the true servile
sycophant I had become, I
began cleaning the cum, sweat and dirt from her pretty foot. The lovely pink
toenail polish was so sensual I was hard again
almost immediately. Alicia noticed and remarked:
"You are totally without any self control."
She reached for some twine on the table next to the chair. Why was it so readily
available I wondered?
"Get up," she demanded.
I jumped to my feet and she yanked my shorts down to my ankles. I stood naked
before this young goddess, completely
humiliated, yet doing nothing to prevent it. In fact it was arousing me all the
more. Alicia took the twine and separated my balls, tying a tight knot around
the top of my sac. I winced from the pain, yet stood passively by. She then tied
a very tight knot around the base of my cock designed to cut off any further
satisfaction on my part.
"There. Now we should be able to continue," she said.
My balls stood out like two plumbs in their tight compartments. Alicia's feet
were now on the floor and I would have to get on my belly to continue my
degrading chore. I removed her other sandal and began cleaning her fantastic
foot. My mouth was dry from all the dirt and salty foot sweat I had eaten. There
seemed to be a half-inch of grime between each toe.
"May I have a drink Miss Alicia?" I asked obsequiously.
"Are you thirsty?"
"Yes Miss Alicia."
She grabbed the back of my head by the hair and viscously pulled it so I was
looking up at her beautiful face.
"Open," was all she said.
I obediently opened my mouth and watched in shocked horror as Alicia let out a
large stream of spittle, landing in my gaping
mouth. Once again I wanted to close my mouth and prevent this sick act. My mind
no longer had full control of my body. What was it that was controlling me?
Alicia continued to spit until my mouth was close to overflowing.
"That should quench your thirst."
I slowly swallowed her spittle, drinking in my complete shame at the same time.
Returning to her lovely feet, I continued abasing myself on my belly, prostrate
before this beautiful young woman. I would gladly have continued grovelling for
hours more, but Alicia tired and kicked me away. I could not believe the
heightened state of sexual arousal brought about by Alicia's humiliation of me
and the bonds around my cock and balls. I would have cum a dozen times if not
for the twine preventing release. She got up and started walking to the back of
the trailer.
"Come here," she ordered.
I was about to get up when Alicia scolded, "Crawl!"
I was back on my hands and knees, crawling shamefaced behind her.
She entered the bathroom and I stopped just outside the door. Alicia lifted her
floral print dress above her waist and I gasped
at the incredible sight as she stood there. Her pretty pink cotton panties were
slightly dusty from the swirling winds of the
desert. Her shapely butt was as fine as any playboy model I'd seen. Her long
luscious legs were simply indescribable. She
smiled as I knelt there in awe.
Alicia sat on the potty and started peeing in her panties. They were soaked
through. She obviously had needed to pee for some time as it went on and on.
"Come here and take a look," she said innocently.
I crawled in and looked into the toilet.
"Look closer."
I put my head over the bowl and could smell the heavy scent of very concentrated
urine. Suddenly, I felt something on the back of my head. I was forced down into
the toilet. The trailer toilet was smaller than the average toilet and urine was
extremely concentrated, even mixed with the water in the bowl. My whole face and
half my head were covered with the foul waste product. I could easily have
extricated myself from this hideous position by overpowering Alicia, but I did
nothing. I held my breath and hoped she would soon let me up.
She finally let me up and I gasped for air. Then she quickly pushed me back in.
Alicia did this over and over and I was running out of the ability to hold my
breath. Finally I could no longer do it and I had to drink in some of the
revolting sewerage. She let me up, choking and gasping for air.
"I won't let you up again," she warned, and in I went. I was about to panic when
I heard Alicia say, "Better drink up."
Like my life depended on it, which it may have since I couldn't bring myself to
offer resistance against Alicia, I drank the foul
liquid. Thankfully I made it to the bottom of the bowl and was able to breathe
again.
Alicia removed her foot and I fell, exhausted on the floor.
"Get in the tub."
I crawled into the tub. Alicia removed her piss soaked panties and stuffed them
into my panting mouth.
"Don't you dare get out unless I give you permission, and don't get off your
back," Alicia admonished.
I was left there as Alicia made her way to bed. It would be another long day
tomorrow with filming beginning bright and early. I drifted off to sleep.
At some point during the night I heard some noises and woke to see Alicia
standing over me. I looked up at her naked image in the low light and she began
peeing on my face. What a sick individual I'd become, powerless to offer any
resistance.
Involuntarily I opened my mouth and greedily drank her bodily waste. I was
sobbing at my self-degradation. My cock was
once again hard from the arousal Alicia's humiliating acts stirred within me. I
was yearning for more degradation at her lovely
feet with each moment that passed. I was completely entranced by her. She got
out to leave.
"Miss Alicia," I asked meekly, "May I go to the bathroom?"
"Of course you may," she said kindly.
I was about to get up but...
"I gave you no permission to get out. I will let you move however. Keep your
shoulder's on the tub floor and lift your ass up in the air."
I obediently did as I was told. With my semi erect penis, I was looking right at
the head of my cock.
"You may go now," she said.
I didn't want to go in this absurd position, but as soon as she said it I began
peeing all over myself. The position was set up just so, and I was peeing right
in my own face. At each turn I thought it was impossible for me to abase myself
any lower. I was no longer a man and I feared for what might come next. Yet I
never desired anything as much.
I slept that night in a pool of urine and I did nothing to prevent it. Morning
came and I awakened to the incredible sight of
Alicia's naked body. My cock rose to salute her magnificence.
"Good morning," she said with a smile. "I have to go real bad, and I can go in
the toilet or you can be the toilet. What will it be you worthless piece of dog
shit?"
Alicia was asking me to be her toilet and calling me dogshit, and I was aroused
by it more than I could ever remember. She
was giving me a choice and I couldn't say no. No matter how much I wanted to
tell her she couldn't do this to me, something
within me wanted her to use me as a toilet, and it was a powerful force that had
complete control over me.
"I'll be your toilet Miss Alicia," I said, hanging my head in shame.
"O. K., but it won't be just this once. You have to be a full time toilet or not
at all. So think it over and tell me if you really want it," she said standing
over me, looking so radiant.
"I want to be your toilet more than I've wanted anything in my life, Miss
Alicia. Please let me be your toilet," I begged.
Alicia produced a funnel and shoved it into my mouth. She squatted over it with
her pretty feet on either side of my head.
"I hope you're thirsty," she said giggling.
She let go a long hot stream of piss into the funnel. I drank and drank as my
cock hardened to the point of near release. When Alicia finished I continued
slowly drinking the pee in the funnel, savouring each drop of her fine wine. She
let me enjoy my degrading act as she stood over me. When I finished, I looked up
to see her smiling face. Alicia knew she controlled me in every way. I couldn't
refuse her any request. She turned around so her backside was facing me. She
removed the funnel and squatted over my face.
"How about a kiss," Alicia said, swaying her perfect ass inches over my head.
I began kissing her magnificent orbs. Tenderly pecking loving kisses as if I
were passionately kissing a woman's lips. I was in
heaven even though I was soaked in her piss.
"Kiss my rose," Alicia ordered.
I kissed her brown hole. The feelings washing over me were indescribable. I
started to loose myself in this shameful act. I was
making love to her poop shoot, moaning in ecstasy. Alicia began to sink down on
my tongue. I snaked it up as far as I could,
and she impaled herself on it.
After a few minutes I felt something pushing back against my tongue. I tried to
turn my head to the side and escape from under Alicia's ass. She sat down with
all her weight and grabbed my balls, squeezing with great force. The agony was
pure hell and my screams were muffled by her pretty butt cheeks.
"Don't even think about backing out now," she said easing the pressure on my
balls with each probe of my tongue.
As soon as my tongue was back in to the hilt, I felt the object pushing back.
Alicia looked over her shoulder at me and laughed at the sight of my eyes, wide
in shocked horror at the realization of what was about to occur.
The turd entered my mouth, moving to the back, and then expanding to fill my
cheeks. I was sick at the thought of what I was
doing, but I was tingling with a sexual energy I had never experienced before.
My mouth was now filled to capacity as I sat
under Alicia's ass.
"Oops, here comes last night's Mexican food," she said laughing at my utter
humiliation.
A thick liquid shit made its way out. It had no where to go with the huge turd
already filling my mouth. It exploded over my
face. Up my nose, in my eyes, dripping into my ears. The sewerage oozed into my
hair. I was completely covered in Alicia's
hot shit.
Alicia got up and was hysterical as she looked at the revolting sight at her
feet. She grabbed a camcorder and started filming my degradation.
"Chew your breakfast shiteater," she said.
Somehow Alicia had bewitched me. I no longer had a will of my own and I
commenced the self-abasing act of eating her fecal discharge. On top of it all,
my dehumanisation was being captured on film for who knows what humiliating
purpose.
With some effort, I as able to complete my vile task and swallow the "breakfast"
so graciously provided by my owner, Alicia.
"Lick that slop off the tub so I can shower," she demanded.
"Please...Miss Alicia..."
She grabbed the twine tied to my balls and yanked viscously. I shrieked in
agony.
"Don't you ever question an order I give or I'll separate your worthless gonads
from your body. Now lick that up, and I want to see some enthusiasm."
As quickly as I could I began slurping the foul substance like a dog starved for
a week. Alicia was once again in hysterics as
she filmed the hideous scene. I continued my efforts, retracing every inch of
the tub. Finally Alicia tired of the scene. She
opened the rear door of the trailer.
"Get out and clean up."
The liquid shit had dried into a hard-caked crust over my head. I began to get
up and pull my pants up when Alicia interjected.
"Crawl out of here and leave your pants in the waste basket. I want you to crawl
into your trailer on your hands and knees and tell everyone there your name is
shiteater and you are Miss Alicia's toilet. Now off you go and be back in an
hour," Alicia
ordered.
As I was crawling out the door, the make-up woman was coming in. My heart
pounded from the intense disgrace of the
moment.
"Say hello," Alicia ordered.
With my head hanging in utter humiliation I spoke weakly, "I am shiteater, Miss
Alicia's toilet."
The woman burst out in laughter. "It looks like you need practice Shiteater,
it's all over you."
"That won't be a problem. I'm sure the dog will be quite proficient in no time.
Now slither along Shiteater," Alicia said.
I made my way to the trailer. I thought I would have a heart attack on the way
my apprehension was so severe. I crawled up
the steps and entered the trailer.
"Who the hell are you?" one of the guys asked.
"I am Shiteater, Miss Alicia's Toilet," I mumbled with total lack of any self
respect. After the roar of bunch settled down, one of them spoke.
"Don, is that you? How could you let her do this to you? Don't you have any
pride? Are you sick, man? That's inhuman. You
gotta tell the boss man. This is insane. Say something man."
"I am Shiteater, Miss Alicia's toilet."
I crawled into the bathroom to clean myself up for the new workday. I looked at
my reflection in the mirror and started sobbing at my utter disgrace. The tears
rolled down my cheeks over the caked on crust of Alicia's feces. The tears
collected on my lips, and I ran my tongue across them, once again tasting her
foul waste. I tried to pull myself together and got into the shower. No matter
how hard I washed, I still felt "dirty." I shaved and decided to dress as best I
could to recover some self-respect. I looked down on the twine encircling my
balls and cock.. I thought about removing it, but then feared for the reaction I
would receive from Alicia when she found out. I finished dressing and walked out
through the deathly quiet trailer.
I tried to hold my head up as I headed back to Alicia's trailer. I knocked
softly on the door and waited.
"Enter," I heard, and my heart jumped as I walked in.
"Well don't we look dapper today," Alicia said sarcastically as she look me
over. I offered no response.
The make-up lady was just finishing up. She really had an easy job of it since
Alicia's natural beauty required very little
attention. Her duties mainly consisted of combing her hair and patting some
powder just to justify her job.
"You must learn to greet me properly, Shiteater," Alicia remarked as the woman
shot me a condescending look as she
prepared for another show I was about to put on. I had hoped she would be gone
and spare me the public display of some humiliating act Alicia was about to put
me through.
"How should I greet you Miss Alicia?" I asked.
"Oh I'm sure you can think of some way that I would consider proper. Perhaps you
might even be able to surprise me," she
said. "Try not to be to disappointing though. I'm not in the mood to be patient
today."
Just what would she consider proper? Perhaps if I did come up with some manner
that she felt was appropriate, she would
ease up a bit when we got out to the set. After all, the make-up woman had
already seen me humiliated. Maybe some extra
effort on my part now would spare me some humiliation latter in front of the
entire crew. And besides, I needed to get this
twine off my nuts. It was becoming very uncomfortable. But how to greet this
haughty teen bitch?
I noticed Alicia hit a button on a remote control and heard the camcorder on the
tripod whiz into action. Maybe she was going to make me a movie star, I thought
as I tried to find some humour in my situation.
I sank to my knees and then got down on my belly. Slowly I slithered towards the
chair she was sitting in. She was still in her
robe with one leg crossed over the other. The robe was loosely tied and almost
her entire leg was exposed as it gently swung
back and forth. Her lovely feet were bare and my loins stirred as I made my way
towards the magnificent beauty seated there. Upon reaching her, I put my
forehead to the floor inches from her foot and prepared to greet this Goddess
before me.
"Miss Alicia, your most unworthy humble servant awaits your command. I will
offer you my utmost effort with respect to your
every wish. I will endeavour to satisfy your every need without any thought to
myself," I said, surprised at the sincerity with which I said it.
The woman was laughing quite uncontrollably. "Thank-you Denise," Alicia said
dismissing her.
"Well well Shiteater that was passable, but lets see if you can live up to your
lofty claims before we get too congratulatory,"
Alicia remarked as she grabbed my hair with her toes and yanked my head from the
floor to gaze into my eyes.
She let go of my hair and brought her foot around. Her foot gently traced along
my lips with her toes. The pale pink toenail
polish looked marvellous against the lovely tanned skin of her foot. There was
not an imperfection in sight, even on the bottom of her foot. It was clear that
Alicia had been catered to from a very early age. Perhaps her attitude towards
me was natural. She had been waited on hand and foot for as long as she could
remember, and she was perfect in every way. The epitome of pure beauty. It was
only natural that she should expect the rest of us to submit to her needs and
desires. I might even be considered lucky that she would take the time to
recognize my existence at all.
Alicia's foot stopped grazing my lips. It took me a moment to notice, as I had
become absorbed in the electric sensations that
were pulsing through my body. I had been moaning with delight, although I was
unaware of it. Alicia was quite aware of what
she was doing as she smiled at the ease at which she could send me to a level of
sexual arousal that was so intense, I couldn't
focus on reality. My cock was twitching and only the biting twine wrapped around
its base prevented my orgasm.
"Please may I remove the twine Miss Alicia," I begged.
"It does look like it was put on rather shabbily, very well."
I removed the twine remaining in my prostrate position before her feet.
"Kiss it," Alicia ordered as her lovely foot once more appeared inches from my
lips.
My mouth watered at the thought of it. Reverently I approached her fantastic
foot. I closed my eyes and ever so passionately
kissed the tip of her toes. I was lost in a state of pure ecstasy as I exploded
in the most earth shattering orgasm I'd ever
experienced. I have no idea how long it lasted, as time seemed to disappear. It
was so emotionally draining that I was sapped
of all strength. It took all that I could muster just to say:
"Thank you Miss Alicia."
I lay there at her feet believing that I may be the luckiest man alive. Just how
many men would die to be with this young
Goddess. I had experienced the closest thing to heaven there was on this earth.
How would I be able to repay the benevolence Alicia just bestowed upon me. This
ultimate act of kindness on her part indebted me to her for the rest of my life.
"Clean that mess," Alicia ordered.
I looked at the huge load I deposited on the floor. Without hesitation I obeyed
her command. Alicia got up to get the
camcorder as I began lapping my own cum from the filthy floor.
"Smile for the camera," she mused as she moved in for a close up.
I turned my head to see her giggling face behind the lens, my mouth and lips
covered in cum. I went back to my disgusting task amazed at how little shame I
felt. Perhaps I had been stripped of all self-respect. Perhaps I had no pride
left to feel shame. Perhaps Alicia believed that no mortal human deserved
attention from her and dehumanisation was the price I had to pay for the
privilege of remaining in her presence.
"Put this on," I heard her say, as some leather contraption landed on the floor
where I was carefully retracing with my tongue to insure it was thoroughly
clean.
I looked at the leather device and knew immediately where it was intended to go.
Alicia giggled as she saw what must have
been a look of sheer disappointment on my face. The device had three loops. Two
similar loops for my balls, and one for my
penis. I forced a ball through one of the loops and winced in pain, as the
opening was quite small and it required a good deal of pressure to force it
through. The next one was more difficult, as I not only had to force it through,
but I had to stretch it over to get to the other loop opening. To get the third
loop around my cock, I had to pull up on the devise. This caused the relatively
inflexibly body of the devise to tug my balls up and out in front of my body,
stretching the sac to the limit. Maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to get the
twine removed.
The third loop was adjustable, and as I was affixing it Alicia came over to
"adjust" it properly. She yanked it so that it was very tightly secured around
the base of my cock, stretching my balls out even further. I needed to hunch
over in order to relieve the pain this wicked device caused to my grossly
distended and disfigured
scrotum sac. It looked hideously ridiculous as I was made to pose for the
camera.
Alicia then approached with a five-foot length of rawhide cord which had a metal
clasp at one end. She attached the clasp to a metal ring on the underside of the
cock and ball harness. She took the lead and paraded me around the room as I
followed
gingerly behind her in my hunched over position. Satisfied with the
effectiveness of the leash, Alicia had me put my pants back
on while she prepared to go to costume and prepare for filming.
The harness produced a huge bulge in the front of my pants. With the rawhide
leash hanging out of my fly and my awkward
stance, attention was sure to be drawn to the "bulge." This, however, was
probably by design.
Alicia picked up the leash and set out for the costume set. I hobbled behind her
as best I could, careful not to fall back too far given the short length of the
lead. Numerous people stopped to stare at the new pet of the young star actress.
Several took the time to make wise cracks about my predicament such as:
"Hey Alicia, don't you know the policy about dogs on the set?"
Yesterday, I would have died of shame if I were in this position. Today,
although I was somewhat embarrassed, Strangely I
was also proud of the attention Alicia was devoting towards me. She was devoting
a considerable amount of her time and
effort, and this I regarded with great joy that she would take such an interest
in me. I was so grateful to Alicia for the attention
she bestowed upon me, I was able and perhaps even willing to suffer the utter
humiliation she was putting me through. Maybe
Alicia considered it necessary for someone like me to remain in her presence.
For surely, she was a rare and special being.
We arrived at the costume trailer and Alicia led me in. She walked me to a
corner and ordered me to "Heel!"
I dropped to my hands and knees, and Alicia went off to dress. I refused to
engage in conversation and sat there ignoring the
insults that were hurled at me. A short time later, Alicia reappeared, looking
radiant in a short baby doll dress. She had on flat
sandals, exposing her pretty feet. She stopped in front of me as I knelt before
her. She waited and I knew what she expected.
"Miss Alicia, your most unworthy humble servant awaits your command. I will
offer you my utmost effort with respect to your
every wish. I will endeavour to satisfy your every need without any thought to
myself," I said as she slid her foot in front of my
downcast head.
Reverently I placed my lips to the tips of her exposed toes. I closed my eyes
and softly and slowly kissed Alicia's lovely foot,
oblivious to the sounds of the crew as they joked and laughed at my obsequious
performance. Alicia raised my face with her
foot. Never have I felt so wonderful as I devotedly looked into her eyes. It was
more than a greeting line that I just uttered. I
believed it now with all my heart. I would do anything for her. I would suffer
anything for her.
Alicia made some snorting sounds like those one makes when sucking snot into the
back of the throat. Then she made some
hacking noises collecting the snot into her mouth. Most of the cast was now
silently watching in the trailer. I looked longingly
into her eyes and she into mine. Alicia spit a large mass of phlegm, snot and
saliva that splattered all over my face. The thick
wad spread out from the force of the impact, covering an eye, my nose and mouth.
I didn't recoil at all. I had no feelings of
disgust. I reached out with my tongue and collected as much as I could,
savouring the delicious offering from Alicia who was
becoming my reason for living.
"Thank you for your generous gift, Miss Alicia," I said proudly.
"Leash!" she said, and I handed her my lead.
She turned to leave, and I followed behind, choosing to crawl on my hands and
knees as the snot and spittle oozed down my
face.
We proceeded to the filming sight, and I took a spot on the ground by Alicia's
chair. Alicia's performance was superb as the
filming commenced. They were quickly taping scenes in one or two takes. The
director was so pleased, he decided to take a
stab at the big scene. This was the scene that would make or break the film.
Everyone was somewhat tense about how his or her performances would turn out.
Alicia walked towards me as I sat awe stuck by her beauty. I put my face to the
desert dirt.
"Miss Alicia, your most unworthy humble servant awaits your command. I will
offer you my utmost effort with respect to your
every wish. I will endeavour to satisfy your every need without any thought to
myself."
Her foot slid under my nose and I lovingly pecked kisses to her dusty
toes.
"Leash!" she said, which I dutifully handed to her.
"On your back."
I rolled over and Alicia stood over me with her feet on either side of my head.
I was looking right up her fantastic legs to her
pretty pale pink cotton panties that were barely covered by the baby doll dress.
Alicia looked down at me as she reached under her skirt pulling the cotton
panties to one side. Without warning Alicia began peeing on my prone body. I
opened my mouth and attempted to catch as much of her precious nectar as
possible, but the stream splattered from the top of my head to my neck. I wanted
her to continue urinating on me, as the feelings washing over me were pure
nirvana.
Unfortunately, it ended all to quickly and Alicia took a seat in her chair. A
tug on my leash and I slithered toward my Goddess. The crew watched in silence,
not quite believing what they were witness to. My head was soaked in her urine.
I placed my forehead to the ground at her feet.
"It looks like my feet and sandals are all wet and dirty," she remarked. "Quite
filthy in fact. I wouldn't suppose you would want to clean them?"
"Oh Miss Alicia please. Please grant me the honour and privilege of cleaning
your feet and shoes. Please let me do it," I begged as if I would die if she
didn't grant me this task to perform.
"Very well," she said.
Her feet and sandals were soaked in her piss, and covered in dirt. Many were
revolted at what I was doing. I had never felt joy and ecstasy quite this
intense. I started at the bottom of her shoes and greedily lapped the pee soaked
dirt. When I finished with the sandals, I looked up at Alicia and she nodded
slightly. I removed my shirt and laid it down. Gently, I removed the newly
cleaned sandals and placed them on the shirt, kissing each lovingly before so.
I feasted my eyes on the heavenly sight of Alicia's soiled feet before me.
"Thank you," I uttered with all the feeling I could muster.
I placed my lips to her feet. It was as if a thousand volts of electricity hit
me. My cock twitched with a sexual arousal I did not
think humanly possible. I would have cum instantly if not for the cock harness
biting quite deeply now into the base of my penis. Nevertheless, I shuddered
with feelings far more pleasurable than any orgasm I'd ever had. I licked and
slurped every inch of her feet, and every nook and cranny, lost in a world where
only Alicia and I existed.
Time for the shoot was at hand and Alicia woke me from my trance with a nudge of
her pretty foot. Boldly, I took a chance for one last passionate kiss to the tip
of her toes, then placed the sandals back on her feet. I knelt there as Alicia
walked onto the set and the filming was set to begin.
I watched along with everyone else as Alicia gave the performance of a lifetime.
The first shoot was absolutely perfect. The
producer noted it was better than any Oscar performance he could remember. It
was as if Alicia derived a power, strength and confidence from my suffering,
subjugation and humiliation. I beamed with pride as she returned from the set.
She looked magnificent, and carried an aire of superiority beyond any I'd seen
before in her. She knew she was light years beyond anyone else out there, and
her extreme arrogance was completely justified. She would be a star of galactic
proportions. As she approached, I assumed my servile position and greeted her
with all the enthusiasm I could summon.
"Miss Alicia, your most unworthy humble servant awaits your command. I will
offer you my utmost effort with respect to your
every wish. I will endeavour to satisfy your every need without any thought to
myself."
She extended her foot, and I kissed it. I handed her my leash and we headed off
to her trailer. Once inside, I was ordered to
strip, and quickly did so. I noticed the purple colouring of my grotesque and
painful balls and wondered how long I would be
forced to wear this immensely painful harness.
Once disrobed, I wormed my way on my belly and supplicated myself at Alicia's
feet. She read through some papers and
relaxed after the successful day of filming. After a time she picked up the
phone and ordered dinner be sent to her at the trailer. I, on the other hand,
had never known such contentment. As I lay on my belly, my head at her feet,
Alicia would occasionally run her foot through my hair, putting me in a state of
pure bliss.
There was a knock on the door and Alicia sent me to answer it. The caterer was
stunned when he saw my naked body, and he couldn't take his eyes off my cock and
balls.
"The food?" I said.
"Oh yes," he replied, "doesn't that hurt to high heaven?" looking at my purple,
distended balls and scrotum sac.
I merely took the food and returned to Alicia.
"Set the food out for two," she said, disappearing in the back.
I set the table and got down on my knees to await Alicia's return. Shortly, she
returned with a Tupperware container and
stopped at the camcorder to start it recording.
"Would you like to join me for dinner?" she asked nicely.
"Yes," I said somewhat flabbergasted.
We sat at the table and I waited my cue. Alicia opened the Tupperware and placed
it on the ground at her feet.
"I'll release you from the cock harness, and your service to me, and treat you
like an equal for the rest of the time we work
together, and you can have a formal dinner at the table with me," she said and
then
paused. "Or you could return to the floor, with the harness remaining in place,
and continue to be treated as less than an animal, and have what's in the bowl
for dinner."
I looked down and saw her turd in the Tupperware. The decision was easy, and
Alicia knew it. I had never experienced one
tenth of the joy and ecstasy as I had in the last twenty-four hours supplicating
myself to this Goddess. I wanted nothing more
than to remain at her feet. I slid off the chair and put my face into the bowl
about to eat like the dog I was, when Alicia stopped me.
"If you choose what's in that bowl, you must first agree to cease to exist as a
man and become my total and complete slave.
You will be nothing more than my property, and I will determine how you
live?.and die," she said quite seriously.
No matter what might happen, I didn't care. I couldn't bear the thought of
"living" without Alicia, for I knew that I couldn't call it life without her.
Once graced by her magnificence it was impossible to go on living without.
I lowered my face to the bowl and started eating her sewerage, only to me there
wasn't a more succulent meal in the world. I
savoured each bite, as Alicia was once again behind the camera.
"I intend to send this film to all who knew the 'person' who died moments ago.
I'm sure his parents and friends will want to
know why he disappeared. Say hello to those nice people," Alicia said.
It was difficult to tear myself away from Alicia's most generous treat, and I
did not want to hastily swallow the choice piece I
was chewing. Alicia moved in for a close up as I finished.
"Hello," I said, "I am shiteater, Miss Alicia's toilet."
I said it with no emotion. I didn't care what I had to give up to be with
Alicia. All else was meaningless to me. I returned to my feast which I finished
all to quickly.
"Would you like some dessert?" Alicia asked. "I didn't get a chance to wipe my
butt. But you'll do it for me, won't you
shiteater."
"Oh yes Miss Alicia," I said not believing my good fortune.
Alicia leaned forward against the table and flipped the hem of her short baby
doll dress up exposing her perfect naked ass. She swayed her hips side to side
and I was mesmerized. I moved towards her glorious ass, drool practically
running out of the corners of my mouth. I placed tender kisses to each of her
fine orbs. So perfect. An uncontrollable animal lust raged within me. I reached
her sacred hole, my shrine, and commenced licking her clean. Lapping up each
precious morsel i could find. The rim completely cleaned, I probed into her
rosebud. Alicia rocked back and forth as I tongue fucked her poop shoot with
every ounce of strength in my being. I shuddered with waves of pleasure not
humanly possible. I surely was close to the brink of madness. Alicia rocked back
faster and faster, and i renewed my efforts, probing deeper and deeper. Despite
the cursed, biting cock harness, I came in an earth shattering orgasm with such
force, cum ejaculated its way through the harness threatening to cut through my
penis.
I was so delirious from my own pleasure, I was unaware that Alicia too had rode
my face to multiple orgasms. She fell
exhausted into the chair, and I collapsed at her feet.