Driven by Craving

When she returned home, she saw the light flashing on her answering machine. Pushing the play button, she heard Him say once more how proud He was of her and what a good girl she was. She played it over and over, hearing His voice, hearing the pride in His voice, how happy He was, it filled her with such peace and contentment. As she lay on her mat, thoughts of what she had done that weekend raced through her mind and each time she started to think that she couldn't believe she had done this or that, all she could hear was His voice saying how proud He was of her. It was the only thing that mattered.

The next morning before she showered, she opened her email to see the inbox completely filled with pictures that she had to post. As she opened each one, she saw a blow-by-blow account of the weekend, each picture more humiliating than the next. On the last email, was a command to change her profile information. And the reason for the change made her heart almost stop. "Cunt, you are to change the latest news to say that you are taking orders for a video of your caged bitch exploits. The only charge will be for the DVD and the shipping. Then every night after work, you are to sign on with this profile, and take orders. You are to do this until I summon you again. I will tell you when the video is ready to be shipped." After she had posted the last of the pictures in the folder called "Caged Bitch in Heat" she changed her profile information and logged off.

After her shower she returned to see that another email had arrived from her Master. The picture it contained did worse things to her heart than the news that her Master was distributing videos of her. Written very clearly on her ass were the words, shit-covered whore. Along with the picture He had written, "cunt, notice the exact words on My slut's ass." Her mind had been racing with thoughts about how unsafe scat play is, and how she couldn't put shit in her mouth, when His words slowed her mind to realize that wasn't what He wanted from her. She tried to think about wearing shit, rubbing it on her skin, her hair, as she pondered if she could do that, if she could go that far. After posting the new picture in a new folder, she headed off to work.

After settling at her desk, she noticed that all of the management team were scurrying around and she knew that He was coming in today. He didn't come into the office often, but when He did, the management team was always scrambling to please Him. Her boss walked over to her desk and told her that the usual secretary was out sick and she was going to have to take the notes for the staff meeting. Her cunt started leaking with the thought of sitting in the same room with Him. She could feel her heart racing and her palms getting sweaty. Gathering up her pad and some pens, she walked into the conference room and saw Him standing at the head of the table.

She could feel cunt juice running down her thigh as His eyes turned toward her. She immediately lowered her head and found her place near the head of the table. Putting her pad on the table, she could feel His eyes burning into her, checking to make sure that she was all right. She desperately wanted to be kneeling at His feet and had to fight to keep herself seated in the chair as the other chairs filled up around her. As soon as the meeting started, it took all of her concentration to keep the notes of what was going on. If she let her mind wander for a moment, it was instantly filled with thoughts of last weekend and the K9 gangbang. She couldn't help but wonder what He was thinking about and tried from time to time to look up at Him from the corner of her eye to see if she could read His thoughts. When their eyes would meet, she had to bite her lip to keep from groaning. A motion of His head to get back to writing the notes and then He would look away.

When the meeting was finally over, as she was straightening her things, she heard Him say, "So who is the new note taker? Would someone introduce me please." She looked up as her immediate supervisor said who she was and where Carla, the normal meeting secretary was. As she stood up, He extended His hand to shake hers, and as He shook her hand, she felt a note being slipped into it. After thanking Him and going back to her desk, she quickly opened the note to read, "Soon, my shit-covered whore, very soon." She blushed and gushed at the same time, her cunt juice drenching her chair. As she looked up from the note, she could feel His eyes on her and she knew He was picturing her covered with shit.

That night after work, she logged on and saw at least two-dozen requests for the video already. As she wrote down all the names and addresses, all she could think about was how many people would see her K9 gangbang. It didn't make sense that the video was more humiliating than the pictures, but somehow it was. To have total strangers, listening to her cum, squealing as she was mounted, crunching the dog food, lapping at the dog bowl for water was so much more humiliating than the pictures. She also worried about a video showing her face, something that the pictures had not done to this point.

After entering the room where she had originally met her Master, she was immediately inundated with instant messages ordering the video. By the time she logged off, she had orders for almost 60 videos. Before going to bed, she checked her email and saw a message from her Master, "Send me a daily total of orders, cunt, and do a better job of keeping track than you did of keeping your mind on the meeting today." After sending Him the totals, she went off to bed. Her dreams were filled with kneeling before Him, shit on her hair, shit on her tits. She awoke with the sheet soaked with cunt juice, writhing needing to cum.

Each time she checked, she had more and more orders. Each time she looked she was hoping for the summons from her Master because the more she thought about it, the more she needed to do this for Him, to have Him say how proud He was of her. By the time that the summons finally came, she had orders for over 1000 copies of the 'Caged Bitch In Heat' video. "Bring the video orders and your toilet. 7 p.m. tonight. Don't use the toilet after noon today." As she got ready, washing and drying her bucket, she thought of what she was going to have to do tonight, she hoped she didn't disappoint Him.

After locking her slut clothes into the box, she knelt carrying her toilet handle in her teeth, with the orders in the bucket, waiting for the door to be opened. When she crawled in, she heard Him say, "Stay," after she had barely gotten through the door. Kneeling there, drooling from holding the bucket in her mouth for so long, she saw Him reach into the bucket and pull out the pages of orders. "Ah I see My slut is going to be one popular porn star. The first of many videos to come, all starring the adventures of My cunt, My dog-fucking bitch in heat, My filthy shit-covered whore. That's what you want to be for me, isn't it cunt, My shit-covered whore." Nodding her head, the bucket bouncing off her tits, hitting her in the face, her face growing red as she heard Him chuckling over her enthusiastic reply. "That's My good little shit whore," He said as He patted her head. "Good, such enthusiasm. Put down your toilet gently, and then squat over it My shit whore. Master wants to watch His toilet use its toilet."

Placing the bucket down gently, she crawled around to the front of it and kneeling up, she squatted over top of the bucket. After getting into position, she started to piss when she heard Him say "Stop." Stopping she waited. "Eyes up and open, I want you looking at Me, toilet, while you piss and shit." Raising her head, opening her eyes, her face burning, seeing herself in His eyes, seeing herself squatting pissing into a bucket, about to shit into it, tears started to roll down her face. Struggling to keep her eyes locked on His, she started pissing again and crying harder. Starting to push, feeling her shit moving out of her ass, hearing it start to drop into the bucket, fighting not to close her eyes, wanting to desperately, as she continued to push, shitting into the bucket. "All done, toilet?" Nodding, her face covered with tears, she heard Him say "Then shake that last turd off of your ass, crawl around behind your toilet and carry it over to the sheet of plastic over there.

Shaking her ass once more over the bucket, she crawled around behind it and picking up the handle in her teeth, crawled over towards the piece of plastic that was laid out on the floor. The odor rising from the bucket made her eyes water and made her want to gag. Still holding the bucket between her teeth, she crawled into the middle of the piece of plastic, and waited kneeling there on all fours for His command to lower the bucket. "Legs further apart toilet, head down, but don't let that toilet hit the floor." Lowering her head so that the bucket dangled inches above the floor, spreading her legs as wide as she could, she felt His glove covered hand rubbing between her legs, and then spreading the shit that was sticking to her all over one cheek. Straining her neck to hold the bucket up, her jaw straining as He calmly wiped again, spreading shit on her other cheek, then spreading her cheeks apart, wiped once more down her legs.

"Now lower the toilet, and take out the first handful of shit. Then kneel up, and look at me while you wipe it all over those cow tits. When that handful is gone, grab another until you are completely covered, your hair, your face, your arms, everywhere but your mouth. Keep your mouth firmly closed and your eyes focused on me." Lowering the bucket to the floor, she reached inside, her stomach clenching as she did and scooped out a handful of shit and then kneeling up, looking directly into His eyes, she started wiping the shit all over her tits, moving down towards her cunt. With each handful the shaking got less until she had only her face left to do. Reaching in once more, tears rolling down her cheeks, she grabbed a handful of shit and started wiping it on her face, first her forehead, then around her eyes, her nose, and down to her chin, until her face was completely covered with shit. Shaking, crying, her face hot with shame, she moved to reach it once more. "Stop, kneel up, hands behind your neck, smile for the camera, toilet."

Kneeling up, struggling to smile while she heard Him snap picture after picture, she couldn't stop crying. After the longest time, she heard Him put down the camera and say, "Well, toilet, the front is properly covered, Master will have to see to the back of His toilet is as properly shit-covered as the front. Lay face down toilet, arms and legs spread out and turn your head to the left." Laying down, spreading out her arms and legs, she heard Him lowering His zipper and taking off His pants. As He moved into her line of sight, she saw Him lowering Himself down over top of her, so that His ass was in line with her face. Then as she watched, He started pushing and a long string of shit hit the side of her face. Another and then another hit the back of her head and the side of her face until He was taking some of her hair in His hands to wipe His ass with it. Then one piece at a time, He started rubbing the shit all over her back, her legs, her arms, until there wasn't an inch not covered with shit.

After He was finished, she saw Him rise and she heard Him snapping more picture, "Kneel up, hands and knees, fuck position." Getting into position, spread wide, face down, she heard Him snap a few more pictures and then put the camera down. Then coming up behind her, He shoved His cock hard into her cunt, driving her face to the floor. Over and over again He slammed into her calling her a filthy toilet, until He filled her cunt with His cum. After taking a couple of pictures of His cum dripping out of her cunt, He moved away, putting His pants back on.

"Master is very proud of His toilet, He said as He cleaned off a spot on her ass to write. Writing quickly, He took one more picture and then after telling her to stay in place, He left the room and returned carrying a plastic raincoat. "Because Master is so pleased with His toilet, it can wear this home, and shower as soon as it arrives. Leave the slut clothes, take the bucket, you will need it. Master is very pleased."