Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2008 10:29:48 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Susan the Potty Slave 4 (lesbian / urination, F/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit potty domination sexual acts
between women.  If this type of content offends you
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               Susan the Potty Slave 4
                         By
                        Jan

	Susan was in group therapy with a half dozen
other women.  Each woman in the group had their own
problem to deal with.  They had all told their story
and each woman's story was just as tragic as Susan's.

	The first impression anyone would have of
Susan would be her as a kind of Midwestern Irish
American with rosy cheeks, round face with gold
rimmed glasses.  She was rather short and matronly
plump.  They would think she would dress very
modestly.  They would have pictured her in a cheap
cotton blend, print dress with a collar around her
neck and the dress falling below her knees.  She
would normally have on practical shoes and calf length
nylons.  They would see her taking part in tent
religious revivals with a gold leaf edged King James
bible in hand.  No one would have suspected what a
sordid youth she grew up in and her fetishes.

	She had told the support group about her
mother being a drug addict and her tricks sexually
abusing her from the time she was a child.  While she
was listening to another woman telling her story of
physical abuse Susan was thinking about her own
childhood.  She had never had sexual relations with
her mother but it dawned on her that her mother
must have known about what the men and women were
doing to her in the bathroom.  She figured that her
mother must have been paid to allow them to do the
things they did.

	Susan was daydreaming about the men and
women that had kissed her and drug her into the
bathroom where they forced her to suck their cocks
and pussies.  She even got so that she looked forward
to the smell and taste of the pussies.  The cocks hurt
her throat so she preferred the women.  Some of the
women even wanted her to put her face down
between their legs far enough to lick their assholes.
She learned to enjoy that too.

	When her mother was jailed for prostitution
the court made her the ward of an aunt.  The aunt
continued her sexual education by introducing her to
potty sex.  Her aunt made her into a human toilet.
She would pee in her mouth and force her to swallow
her pee.  She would make her lick her asshole after
she had finished shitting.  That was when Susan
became a potty slave.  Every relationship she had
with women was based on her being their potty slave.

`	When she grew up a nice man asked her to
marry him.  She gave up her relationships with other
women.  She had two children and was the perfect
housewife until her youngest child, Lesley, entered
school.  With each year the amount of time the
children were in school increased.  The empty nest
syndrome started playing on her.

	The gossip around the neighborhood was that
the Velvet Slipper cocktail lounge was a lesbian bar.
The temptation was too strong one day when she was
in town bringing her bank book up to date she slipped
into the lounge to check it out.  A lesbian bar is a
quiet place during the business hours.  There would
only be a couple of barflies at the bar during the day
and some professional business women might stop in
during the lunch hour to avoid a male hitting on them
while they were eating or conducting business by cell
phone.  Susan didn't expect to find anyone to play
with.  She sat at the bar and chatted with the
bartender.

	The bartender, Marvel, was a slender gal with
short hair.  She was definitely a dike.  She sure was
not the kind of gal that would have fit into the soccer
mom suburbs.  She had a couple of drinks and was
about to leave when a woman came in and asked the
bartender how it was going in a commanding voice.  It
was soon clear that this heavy set dike was the owner
of the bar.

	The women sized her up and said, "You're new
here, aren't you, Honey?"

	Susan said, "Yes."

	The woman instantly knew all about her, "You're
married and have children."  It was a statement not a
question.  "You have never told your husband about
the kind of sex that turns you on the most."

	Susan blushed as she nodded her head.  The
woman said, 'I have the time if you are looking for a
little afternoon sex."

	Sue just blushed.  The woman took her by the
arm and led her to the door.  She was blinded by the
sunlight after coming out of a dark bar.  When the
woman drove her to her home Susan wondered how
women could tell so much about her so quickly.  The
woman sat with her and felt her up while kissing her.
In short order she had been stripped of her clothes
and the woman got naked too.  The woman played with
her breasts for awhile before she placed her hand on
the back of her neck and forced her head down
between her legs.  Susan sucked her hairy pussy for a
long time.  She didn't even resist when the woman had
her lay on her back then the woman squatted over
her head and ground her nasty asshole into Sue's
mouth.  Sue relished the treatment at the same time
she wondered how the woman knew she was a toilet
slave.

	When she got home she promised herself that
she would never do that again.  That afternoon the
local ladies got together to play canasta like they did
every week.  The card game was much like other
weeks but Katie was quieter than normal.

	After the other ladies had gathered up their
belongings and returned to their home to prepare the
evening meals for their families, Katie stayed behind
to help put the card tables away.  While they were
doing that Katie finally brought up the subject that
was eating at her craw.

	Katie said, "I was in town the other day
shopping."

	Susan took no notice of the comment.

	Katie went on, "I happened to be passing the
"Velvet Slipper" and I could swear the woman I saw
being escorted out of the bar on the arm of a dike
was you."

	Susan's face went white.  She feared that Katie
was going to out her to the neighborhood as a lesbian.
She could find no words to respond to Katie.

	Katie knew she had complete control of the
situation.  "I was thinking that if you like sucking
pussies that you might do the same for me."

	Susan quietly resigned herself to doing what
ever Katie demanded of her.  She would have died if
her husband or children ever found out about her
secret.  Her submissive demeanor told Katie that she
had complete control of Susan.

	The woman thought for a moment before
selecting how she was going to make this woman
demonstrate her submission to her will.  Of course
she had been planning what she wanted from the
moment she had seen Susan in town.

	She stood there in the middle of the room and
lifted her dress up and gathered it in one hand.
Susan saw her full white panties and could make out
the dark shadow of Katie's pubic hair showing through
the old worn panties.  She resigned herself to the
blackmail and knelt before her master and as the
woman thrust her hips forward, Susan opened her
mouth and accepted the damp moisture laden
material.  Her tongue could feel the tentacles of hair
under the thin material.

	Katie demanded, "Pull them down and suck my
pussy, you sucking whore!"

	Susan did use both hands to pull the baggy
panties down.  When they were past her knees, the
heavy laden crotch hastened the decent to her feet.
Katie stepped out of them one foot a time.  Susan
was face to face with the un-shaven crotch of the
woman.  She could smell her crotch and suspected
that she had not washed it in days judging by the
smell.  Just the possibility of that being true was
enough to make Susan mouth water and her pussy
drip.  She stuck her tongue into her pussy and
relished stimulating the woman's clitoris with her
nose and tongue. Her face was being covered with the
juices pf the woman while she lapped up the nectar.

	When Katie was about to climax she grabbed
Sue by the hair with both hands and ground Sue's
face into her pussy.  Susan had been rubbing herself
between her legs until she was breathing hard into
the moist flesh about to reach her own climax.  Her
pleasure was interrupted when Katie climaxed.  She
smothered Sue with her pussy and all that went up
Sue's nose was slimy juice of her climax.

	Katie Williams had always wanted control over
another woman, to be able to degrade her in the
basest ways she could think of and now she had such
a subject.  She wanted to see just how far she could
push Susan.

	Her next test was to turn around in front of
Susan and bend over so that her broad hips would
hold up her dress.  She used both hands to part her
own butt to expose her brown asshole ringed by dark
hairs.  Susan knew what was expected of her.

	She moved her head between the two spheres
and smelled the dirty asshole before she stuck out
her tongue and licked it.  To her it was sweet tasting.
For several years she was called upon to be Katie
Williams' potty slave whenever she felt like using her.

	Her family didn't understand her friendship
with the woman who had a reputation of being a mean
spirited woman that had nothing good to say about
anyone.  They had no idea that when Katie Williams
was away that she would call the owner of the Velvet
Slipper to dominate Susan in her absence.  Katie also
would turn to her youngest daughter, Sandra, and
instruct her on how to run Susan through the
standard toilet slave routines!  Sandra was 25 years
younger than Susan but had been trained well by her
mother as a dominant.  Sandra used to love to find
Susan's messy panties at the lake, as she would show
them to her mother and her older sister, laughing at
Susan.  Sandra also thought that Susan's hairy
armpits were wild and loved getting to see them
around the lake house while out on the pontoon boat.

	Now that her children are grown and married
the 54-year old Susan has even more time to pursue
her fantasies.  She got word that her beloved Aunt
Sue (the aunt that had introduced her to potty
slavery) was having her Seventy-Fifth birthday.  Her
aunt asked her to accompany her on a trip with her.
She could not refuse.

	The two of then went to Springfield, Missouri.
They stayed together at a nice hotel for four days.
They renewed their relationship.  Her aunt had
always assuming the dominant roll.  She would sit on
Susan's mouth and force her to drink her pee and
clean her dirty asshole just as she had done to her as
a young girl.  Susan fell back into the role of potty
slave to her beloved aunt.  Aunt Sue was also still
amazed that Susan made and wore such nasty white
panties with her pee and poop stains always present!

	They also had the opportunity to visit the
Missouri National Forest.  They rented a Jeep to get
away from the normal tourist destinations.  It was a
pleasure to get out into the woods and wonder along
the trails where they could enjoy walking around
naked.  Susan got an enormous thrill out of lying on a
bed of pine needles so that her Aunt Sue could squat
over her and pee on her face and into her open
mouth.  She actually regretted when the visit was
over and they had to return home.



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