You're a Shit Eater"

Those were his words to me as I licked at the piss-covered shit on my panties...

I tried to get out of it this morning, before it even happened. I had no real idea of what his intent was, to be honest. He does not seem to be particularly fond of sharing what his plans are, when it comes to me. So, all I knew was what I needed to have ready.

He had me put the laxatives in my ass immediately; three to be precise. I have never had a laxative, and in my own recollection, definitely not a suppository either. So, as you can imagine, I was quite uncomfortable. I think, though, the fear about what might happen with my ability to keep from losing control of my body functions was making me panic. I started to writhe and twist on the couch, whimpering and making little pathetic sounds which he found amusing.

I felt a feeling of fullness. I had somehow convinced myself it would assuredly be far worse than the enema. I thought about what might happen if I got up. Could I hold it in? Would it just come out regardless? Would he laugh at me? Yes, he would. He likes to hear me cry. He enjoys knowing how uncomfortable I am. It pleases him to have me in a state where I am nothing more than a dirty, filthy piggy.

"Get up".

"No, God, no, no, no..."

"Yes. Get up, and go to the bathroom"

"I can't.. I can't."

"Why can't you get up?"

"I'm scared... I don't want to mess myself. Please, don't make me mess myself"

"You need to get up because you have to get a pair of panties on"

"Oh, my God, please, R."

He laughed. My misery always seems to delight him.

"Well, you don't want to mess your gym pants, do you? Get a pair, full cut"

I started to cry. I was lying on the couch, legs clamped tightly together, trying to desperately remember why I was doing this. Were it for just for my own self, I never could. I would not be able to push myself over that edge on my own. In fact, I could likely sit on the fence for a good while. Yet, he knows I will listen to him. He knows well enough, that the masochist in me, responds well to the sadist in him. And so, of course, I got up.

"Get two garbage bags."

I made my way slowly to the kitchen, wiping my nose, and trying to stop sniffling.

"Two?"

"Yes, two".

I made the way upstairs with the bags, stopping in my room to strip off the pants that I surely did not want to soil! I managed to slip into the panties with a slow attempt, and then thought to myself, "Yeah, this will be the point I lose it, and I shit myself." But, I was wrong. That was yet to come.

I flopped onto the bed, trying to keep my legs together as much as possible.

"Go to the bathroom."

"No, wait.."

Panting. Moaning. Little whimpers into the phone.

"You know, that yours sounds are like sex? You pant, you moan, just like when you are all aroused."

He laughed.

"I bet you wish you had a diaper now, hey cunt?"

"Yes." - was the only answer I came up with, which made me feel entirely lame.

I buried my face into the pillow and started to cry.

"You are so filthy. Get up, go to the bathroom."

He had me sit on the toilet, after raising the lid and seat. Now, there was definitely no protection, no possible splash guard, and being a fat fucking piggy as I am, even my ass tried to sink into the bowl.

"Now shit."

"In my panties?!"

"Yes."

?No, god, no. R, please... I can't hold it, but I can't shit in my own panties. Please, please don't make me!!"

"Let Go. Shit."

I pulled the towel up and bit into it, trying to keep my ass cheeks closed. If I just could move a bit this way..

"Oh my God, I have to poo, I have to, R. Please, please.. I can't do this. Not in MY PANTIES!"

And, after those last words, I shat. I had no choice, my ass was letting loose before I could try to hold it back. Every damn bit of control from being potty trained as a child until now, faded away in a second and I soiled myself. I cried, grunting and straining as I shit myself for his entertainment.

"Oh, you are a fucking filthy pig. Did you shit yourself? Poor baby!"

Grunts. Moans.

"My panties are full, oh God... they are full of poo!"

"Aww.."

"I... I need to pee."

"So, pee."

God, no, not that too, but as it was, could I get any filthier? Probably not. So I figured, anyhow. I pissed on that toilet. I pissed into the shit filled panties, while I inhaled the stench of my feces and tried to hold my stomach back from emptying itself.

"Now, stick your fingers in your panties and rub your clit."

"No, R, no, not that. Please! They are filled with shit, I... can't"

"Yes, you can. Just one. Do it."

Of course I did it. My fingers found their way down into my panties, and I started to rub, and yet I was so frustrated, so uncomfortable, and so messy that sitting there on the toilet was just not working.

"Get up, and take the panties off."

I threw the towel down, and got up. Before I stepped out of the panties, I bit my lip and hastily flicked as much shit as possible out of my underwear and into the toiler with my fingers; oddly finding the sounds of it dropping into the toilet, amusing. Wrapping the panties into the towel, I stood up and made my way down to the couch with the Hitachi that I had been told to have ready.

I lay back on the couch. I had dropped the towel with the panties wadded up in it nearby, and didn't think much about it.

"You want to come, don't you? Turn the Hitachi on."

I crammed it in between my legs. I was determined to get that orgasm. I could not get any lower in those moments. Had anyone known what I was doing, I would have surely been made fun of or ridiculed. As it was, he knew that I was feeling shame at that point. Such fantasies are great, but when the reality hits, and you know it is happening, so many more emotions become involved besides just pure arousal.

"Such a dirty cunt. Feel better?"

"Uh huh.. yes."

I was moving over the couch, fucking the wand as it thrummed in high vibration over my clit and cunt.

"Still got shit on your fingers?"

"Yes."

"Wipe it on your upper lip."

I protested, which did not last long. As my cunt became wetter and my clit swelled, I was finding less and less to say no to. You see, as a slut, once I am aroused there is little to nothing that I will not do for the orgasm. It is what I am for, after all. I am just a hole, a piece of fuckmeat, and I live for the pleasure which is given by men who know how to control and use me.

I wiped the shit onto my upper lip.

"Now, lick it. Lick it and taste your shit."

I did, and I licked. In fact, he no longer needed to tell me after my initial hesitation because I was starting to like the tangy taste. My cunt was now grinding against the wand, and I knew I was going to come soon. It took longer than I had thought, and yet when I came, after he permitted it, I screamed... I screamed again. I licked, and I screamed.

His laugh. I cannot tell you how it drive me wild. I hate it; I love it; It makes me feel so utterly helpless and there is almost a feeling of despair.

I didn't stop fucking myself with the wand, and to be fair, of course, he had not told me to. I was building towards another.

"Oh, you want to come again?"

"Yes, please, R... I want to."

"If you want to come again, get your panties. You're going to lick the shit on them."

"I can't, not that, no R, please!"

"If you want to come again, get them."

Opening up the towel, I looked at the panties. There was so much shit! Still, wadded up, and now longer warm, the crap clung to the fabric. I brought it back to the couch, and lay down again, seriously thinking if I could really do this, or, would I fail?

"Lick it. Lick the shit. "

The Hitachi was purring against my clit once more, and inch by inch those panties made their way to my face. I licked. My tongue flickered across the mushy surface, pulling into my mouth the tangy yet almost tasteless fecal matter. A throb in my cunt. Fuck, I was a dirty cunt indeed. Another lick. Throb.

"You like that? Licking your own shit? God, you're such a dirty filthy pig. You know that? Repeat it. What are you?"

"I'm a dirty, filthy piggy!!!" Lick.

His laughter.

"Come for me."

I pushed myself towards that edge as it came, harder and faster.

"Please, please R, let me lick more, please!!"

"You want to LICK MORE? Do it. Just a little more."

I licked, panting and groaning, almost squealing like that little piggy wallowing in filth.

"Enough, no more. Put the panties down and come for me."

"God, R, call me dirty names, please, please!!"

"Call you dirty names? You filthy, fat pig. Dirty little shit-eating whore..." and his words trailed off because I could no longer hear them as the second orgasm ripped through me. The panties, discarded along with my pride, as I again surrendered to the experience, to his control, and to my own depraved nature.

"Now, thank me."

"Thank you, R, thank you, thank you..."

I breathed. He laughed.

"You're a shit eater, you know"