Date: Sat, 4 Mar 2006 14:51:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Amy Hart <amyhartdom@yahoo.com>
Subject: The bar

The bar was a very special place.

And Linda Gray loved it there.  She was a "regular",
known by all of the employees and many of the
customers.  And it was the one place in the world
where she felt completely comfortable.

The decor was classic urban bar, minimalist, blacks
and whites.  There were about 20 barstools along the
graceful counter.  A few booths circled the bar itself
and Linda had spent many an enjoyable evening nestled
with a friend -- or several friends -- in those booths.


Yes, thought Linda, this is quite a bar.

But Linda Gray knew this was no ordinary bar.  No,
indeed, it was a very special place.  An urban oasis
that catered to women with Linda's tastes.  Membership
only.  No strays were welcome in this bar, only
members who knew what they were coming there for.  And
Linda was one of them, comfortable in her own skin in
this very special and kinky place.

The bar was not ordinary and the employees weren't
either.  Specially selected by management for their
stunning good looks and willingness to assist in the
kinky desires of the members.

And all of them female.

In fact, all the patrons, management and everyone
associated with the bar were female.

Yes, Linda Gray, a 42-year-old who served as the head
of accounting for Wexma Corp. here in Seattle, was a
confirmed lesbian and the bar appealed to her sexual
and deviate appetites.

Right now, a Tuesday night in the middle of July,
Linda was sitting on one of the bar stools and the bar
was pretty crowded.  Linda was not spending anytime
looking at the other patrons; her eyes were locked for
the moment on the stacked, blonde bartender in front
of her.  The bartender was, like all of the other
female employees, a gorgeous, early twenties blonde.
The bartenders and other employees all looked very
much like her.  And Linda liked that look very much.

Linda did not know the blonde's name, that much
familiarity was prohibited by club rules.  The blonde
was strictly a bartender, mixing drinks for the female
patrons. The bartenders and other employees knew the
names of the patrons -- from their credit cards if
nothing else -- but the customers were not allowed to
know the names of the employees.  Anonymity was a key
watchword at the bar.

Linda thought again how much she loved this bar and
she also liked it that this girl was completely nude.
Not too many bars where one could walk in a view a
beautiful, young blonde in the buff.  The blonde's
charms were clearly on display and Linda continued to
gaze up and down the nude young woman's body, her eyes
particularly lingering on her breasts, ass and cunt.
Some of the other bartenders weren't completely nude,
but their bodies were nevertheless on display.  Linda
had noted that night that one of the other bartenders
had on fishnet stockings, stiletto heels and a push up
bra that pushed up her tits but kept the nipples open
to plain view.  Another of the blonde female
bartenders was wearing only sheer thong underwear and
a pair of sneakers.  Obviously there was no dress code
for the bartenders and they were pretty much free to
dress as they chose, so long as there wasn't much of
it between them and the customers.

Linda's mouth was getting dry as she watched the
good-looking blonde and she knew she needed another
drink.  The drinks in this bar were pretty expensive
-- $50 per glass -- but Linda didn't mind at all.
Especially since the drinks here were her favorite
kind.

She signaled to the bartender and the young woman
walked over.

"Yes, Linda" the gorgeous specimen of femininity said
to her, "what would you like?"

"I'd like rum and the special mix," Linda replied.

"You bet," said the blonde.

The bartender then walked a few steps over to the spot
on the bar where the rum was kept and poured a shot
into a tall, clear glass.  Then she walked directly
back to where Linda was sitting and -- while looking
directly into Linda's eyes -- proceeded to lower the
glass to her crotch.

Looking directly into the patron's eyes as she did
what came next was an important part of the ritual
they were playing out.  Just as with the anonymity of
the bartenders and other employees, the looking into
the eyes at this point in their transaction reminded
the drinker of what a lowlife they were, that they
would do what came next without even knowing the
bartender's name and while the bartender knew their
name and looked into their soul as the interaction was
consummated.  The management of the bar knew well that
the kind of women who enjoyed drinking piss in a bar
enjoyed it even more when it was from the bladder of a
woman whose name they didn't even know.  It kept the
kink level even higher; the beautiful bodies providing
the piss were like fine bottles of wine or alcohol,
beautiful, but nameless.

Linda kept her eyes on the beautiful bartender's deep
blue eyes as the blonde lowered the glass slowly to
her crotch, held it in just the right position and
began to urinate into the glass, letting her piss join
the rum and filling the clear glass to the top.  Once
the blonde had finished urinating, she brought the
glass over to Linda and set it in front of the
accountant.

"There you go Linda," said the blonde bartender,
"that'll be $50, anything else."

"No," Linda said, "thank you very much." And she laid
down three twenties and a five, leaving a handsome tip
for the bewitching blonde girl.  Good tips were a must
at the bar and Linda always tipped handsomely.  No
matter how many times Linda saw a blonde at the bar
piss into a glass of alcohol and offer it up to the
slut in front of her, it always caused her pussy to
spasm.

Linda lowered her eyes from the blonde's soul-searing
gaze and looked at the piss drink in front of her.
She reached out her hand and touched the glass,
enjoying the warm feel of the piss through the glass.
She knew that soon all of that piss would be in her
stomach, where it truly belonged.  Linda Gray was a
toilet and she loved this piss bar and what it
provided to her twisted sexual psyche.

Everything here was perfect, the scantily clad, leggy
and busty blondes, the twist of humiliation, the
atmosphere, it was all just perfect for a pervert like
Linda.

She lifted the still warm glass to her lips and sipped
at the drink, it was her third of the evening.  In
addition to having a bellyful of girl piss, she had a
little buzz on as well, making her feel just fine as
she ogled the bartenders.  Taking another sip, she
looked down the bar and noticed the other customers
drinking their urine-laced cocktails from the 16-ounce
glasses.  Other women like her, nasty women, filthy
women with a taste for this bizarre entertainment.

She had been coming to this bar for five years and it
had only been two years earlier when she had
discovered the secret place behind the bar, a place
where even more bizarre tastes were satisfied.

It was in that secret place, open only to certain
members of the bar, that the shit eaters went.  And
Linda was certainly one of those shit eaters.

Her discovery of the secret place had been quite
accidental.  She was sipping a rum and piss one night
that had been provided by the same blonde whose piss
she was drinking now.  Linda had struck up a
conversation with the young girl and asked her if she
knew any other spots where things got even kinkier.

The blonde raised one eyebrow and stared at Linda.

"Are you one of those?" the blonde inquired of Linda.

"What do you mean `one of those'" Linda replied.

"You know, the only thing kinkier than this is eating
bowel fruit from a beautiful woman's butt, are you
like a shiteater?" the blonde asked again.

Linda gulped and didn't reply right away.  Flashing
through her mind, however, was the last time her
former Mistress had taken a shit in her mouth.  Yes,
she was a shiteater, but it was hard to find someone
beautiful and willing to be the provider.

Taking a big gulp of her piss drink -- the young girl
smiled at her enthusiasm for her urine -- Linda
whispered a low yes.

"Well, let me get you set up," the blonde said and
walked out from behind the bar and across the room to
an office door.

A few moments later she was back, accompanied by a
stunning 40-something blonde.

"Linda here is a shiteater," the blonde said to the
older woman, "and I thought she might like to visit
the secret place."  The older blonde looked directly
into Linda's eyes and said, "Ok pig, why don't you
follow me."  She then turned on her heel and strode
away, the younger blonde waved her hand indicating
Linda should do as told and follow.

Not at all sure of herself, Linda got off her seat and
followed the luscious ass of the older blonde, whose
delightful butt was encased in a tight-fitting, slinky
black dress.  The woman in front of Linda pushed a
part of the black wall behind the bar and it opened
and both women went through.  Linda again followed the
spectacularly built goddess in front of her into a
comfortable office just beyond the door.

Before entering the office, Linda got a look down the
hallway and saw rows of rooms on both sides with glass
windows that allowed viewing into the rooms.  She
couldn't see, but there seemed to be activity in some
of the 10 or so rooms.  Once seated in front of the
blonde in the office, Linda took an inventory of the
woman who had called her a pig.  The lady was
definitely a looker, even though older than the
bartenders who provided the piss cocktails in the bar.

"Ok, pig," the blonde began and Linda was still a
little shocked at the repetition of the word pig, but
she did feel her pussy getting squishy,  "let's start
with the basics, the same rules apply here, we know
your name, of course, but you can't know the name or
names of the shitters, cost per shit load is $450 with
a big tip expected, we accept charge cards and require
that you tape a brief statement indicating you came
here asking to be fed shit from a woman's ass.  We
need to know that you are not with law enforcement and
that this isn't a trap you are pulling."

Without further delay, the older blonde held up a
video camera with the red light flashing and said, "Ok
pig, tell us why you are here."

Linda hesitated and then began, "My name is Linda Gray
and I am here today so that a young woman can take a
shit in my mouth."

"And will you eat every bit?", the blonde asked
nonchalantly.

Linda had given no thought to this but knew the right
answer was yes and she blushed as she blurted it out.

"Fine," the blonde said and turned off the camera.

"Now the next step pig is for you to select a shitter,
we have some pictures here that you can go through.
You should know that all of our girls eat a special
diet that allows them to produce huge and firm turds.
If you're really queer and want diarrhea, you will
have to call ahead so we can arrange that."

Linda leafed through a book of photos of nude blonde
women and had trouble deciding.  Linda asked if she
could have the blonde bartender, but the older woman
told her no that that girl only was piss provider and
refused to participate in being a shit giver. Then she
hit on a solution.

"You know, I would like to be with the youngest woman
you have," Linda said.

"Excellent," the blonde said, "I'll arrange it
immediately, the girl turned 18 only two weeks ago and
she's a real looker, in fact, she's my daughter."

That revelation hit Linda hard and she had to ask a
question.

"How did you allow your daughter into such a
business," Linda asked impolitely.

"Well pig, you are venturing into an area that is out
of bounds, but I'll tell you a little as I'm sure it
will further excite a pig like yourself.  I used to be
one of the shit providers and I'm one of the owners
here, but I quit providing shit to eaters like you a
few years back after I had made enough money from it,
but it was a good first career.  It's good money and
not hard work -- basically you just have to take a shit
into a weirdo's mouth instead of into the toilet -- and
I thought it would be a good career for her," the
blonde said blithely.

 Then the pretty lady showed her a photo of her
daughter and Linda thought she would cream her pants
right there. The young girl was truly beautiful and
voluptuous, a real wet dream.  Linda's pussy turned
into a swamp realizing that in only a few minutes that
same girl would be taking a shit in her mouth and
probably watching her eat it.

Linda paid the charge with a credit card and gave a
$150 tip and the older blonde ushered her into one of
the rooms.  Once inside, Linda realized that the
window on the hallway was in actuality a one-way
mirror, mirrored on the inside.  The blonde told her
that members of the secret place could pay $100 per
evening and watch whatever was going on in the rooms.

"You mean that others might be watching what I am
about to be given," Linda asked.  The reply was, of
course, yes.  Linda decided to proceed anyway.

The woman who had brought her to this point then
proceeded to leave.

"Ok pig, my daughter will be in here in a few moments,
please take your clothes off and make yourself
comfortable, all of our girls insist that their eaters
are naked when accepting shit.  Revel in the fact pig
that momentarily, you will be receiving some of the
finest female feces anywhere, and you'll be eating
from the butthole of a beautiful young girl."

Linda began to look around the spacious shit eating
room.  It was clean with no odor from previous shit
meals that had been obviously served here.  The room
had a hard tile floor and bare walls.  The sole
furnishings were a small couch on one wall and a
portapotty device that had its obvious use on another
wall.  Linda stripped and sat naked on the couch,
wondering what other women had occupied this same room
for these types of deviant activities.

A few minutes later the gorgeous young woman Linda had
seen earlier in the photo album came through the front
door, clad in a lush white robe that was cinched
around her waist.  The girl uttered not a word and
walked to the far wall and turned her back to Linda
and began removing her robe. Viewing the girl from the
back, Linda was again struck by her beauty, long,
gorgeously tanned legs, a firm but substantial butt,
an impossibly thin waist and wonderful, long blonde
hair.

Then the girl began to talk, still with her back to
Linda as she hung the robe on a hook that Linda had
not previously seen.  The girl had a pussy-sure
attitude, confident of her own beauty and position and
all knowing about the slut in the room with her.

"Ok pig," she began just as her mother did, "soon I'll
be giving you what you paid for. As we go through
this, you can tell me what you like and want and that
way it will make it easier for me to make this what
you want the next time you come back."

Linda continued to gaze on the vision of loveliness in
front of her and was struck by the words "the next
time you come back."  This wonderful creature was so
sure of herself that she was about to take a shit in
Linda's mouth and she already knew the woman would
return for more.

"For now, why don't you get on your back with your
head under the hole in the portapotty and get ready
for my waste."

Linda began to move and then saw the girl turn around
and she hesitated.  She wanted to see this beauty full
on before becoming her toilet.  The girl posed with
one hip jutted out to the side and one arm raised in
the air, showing all her worldly charms for Linda's
stupefied gaze.  The breasts, the flat stomach and the
wonderful legs from the front were all dazzling.

"Like what you see pig," the girl said, "well, you
should know that I have a gutful of what you really
crave, my shit. Let me assure you that the turd I'm
about to give birth to -- your dinner -- will amaze you,
huge, nasty looking and foul, just what you eaters
crave.  You'll get every penny's worth tonight. Now
why don't you get on your back."?

"On your next trip here we can fool around in other
ways, but for a first timer with me, you'll need to
take it this way, until you get used to the bulk I
produce."

Shortly, Linda was on her back and the only view she
had was of the girl's glorious buttocks and her
winking anus.  Unlike many a woman who might mount the
throne and put her feet on either side of Linda's
body, the young blonde set her rubber soled shoes
squarely on Linda's stomach.  As she set her feet on
the older woman's stomach, she told her to play with
herself and Linda did, strumming her clit while
waiting for the blonde to take a shit in her mouth.
The blonde's asshole puckered and a small fart wafted
out of it and blew across Linda's nose, reminding her
of just how close her meal was.  The smell was
intoxicating and Linda couldn't wait any longer.

"Oh please, give me your shit, take your dump in my
mouth I can't wait for your turd to make love to my
insides," she croaked.

The sexy girl began to dribble urine on Linda's
breasts as her asshole began to flower open.  Linda's
eyes were fixed on the unfolding sight near her face.
She noticed each and every crinkle of the rosebud anus
and how the small cracks expanded as the asshole began
to push out its treasure.

The young girl's anus expanded outward to a ring about
the size of Linda's wrist and the blunt end of the
turd was exposed.  The turd then slowed its progress
and Linda heard the lilting voice of the girl.

"Can you see the head of it now pig?" the girl asked.
After she heard Linda's grunting acknowledgement, she
told her to "kiss it pig, show me how much you love my
shit."

Linda, caught now in an increasing lustfest and
swamped with the pungent shit odor emanating from the
barely exposed bowel fruit, lifted her head and kissed
it, making a smacking sound as she did so.

"Not a closed mouth kiss, pig, French kiss my shit,"
the girl commanded her.

Linda looked at the butt end of the shit pipe and
brought her mouth to it again, this time giving it an
open-mouthed kiss, sticking her tongue into the filth.

The young girl felt Linda's lips attach to her
distended asshole and she imagined but did not feel as
Linda's tongue burrowed into her shit tongue.

"Ok shiteater, your dinner is coming," the beautiful
blonde said. And with that, the beautiful woman began
to shit in Linda's mouth.

And slowly the shitpipe began to enter Linda.

The only movement was the prow of her turd, like a
ship, slowly making its
way through the saliva filled harbor of Linda's mouth
toward a previously
undiscovered berth.  And Linda loved it.  My god she
thought, I'll be a regular here.

And then with the shitroll moving into her mouth,
Linda also heard the unmistakable crackle of shit
leaving a woman's anus, a lovely sound she thought,
considering what it really meant to her.  She was
being filled with a newborn shit and was about to eat
it.

Once the young woman had finished shitting a huge pipe
of her waste into Linda's mouth, she rose off the
portable toilet seat and looked down at Linda with her
mouth stuffed with the young girl's feces.

The beautiful blonde liked to see her waste sitting in
another woman's mouth and she knew exactly what to say
to a shiteater at this moment to help them enjoy their
degradation even further.

"Eat my shit you fucking pig," the girl said, "dine on
it and let it slide into your belly."

Without a further word, she squatted down, took
Linda's hair in her hand and wiped her ass with it,
rose and strode out of the room, leaving the dining
older woman feasting on her crap.

As she ate and diddled herself, Linda thought about
her situation and knew she would be back, just as the
blonde had indicated.  Linda's only regret was that
she had failed to tell the pretty girl what she liked
for her next visit.

Question -- should this continue as a series