Sissy Stepdad

Sissy Stepdad

Chapter VI

It was raining when I went outside.  My clothes were soaked and mud-covered, hidden as they'd been under the shrubs behind the locker room.  The cold, hard rain made me shiver uncontrollably...or was it something else causing that to happen?  It didn't really matter.  I got dressed as best as I could, and jogged home.  The weather forecast hadn't mentioned any rain, so I didn't believe anyone would pay particular attention to someone coming home late from school, getting caught in the storm.

Beth had managed to get home before me, apparently arriving before the downpour started.  She was sitting in the living room, watching the end of some soap opera.  I stood there for a minute, dripping water on the floor.

"Were you going to use the bathroom?" I asked.  "I really need to get out of these wet clothes and take a shower to warm up."

"Actually, I was," she said, looking up at me with that same, almost knowing look on her face.  "I'll only be a little bit, maybe a half hour," she continued.  "I need to take a bath before dinner.  Maybe you should just go get out of those wet clothes and wait?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I replied.  I wanted to be especially nice to her, because I knew she had a stash of money that I might be able to borrow from.  I figured I needed at least $20 for the movies tomorrow; more, if I was going to be expected to buy snacks.  I went into my room and stripped down, drying off as best as I could.  Shivering, I threw on my bathrobe and sat on the edge of my bed to wait.

I heard the water running as Beth filled her tub, and I imagined what her naked body looked like.  Sure, she was my sister, but she had always been pretty, in a cute sort of way.  Now that she was starting to blossom, recently moving out of training bras to an A cup (I knew this from rummaging through the dirty clothes the other day), I began to wonder what her pussy looked like.  She had light brunette hair, almost more of a dark blonde, so would her cunt hair be the same color?  In fact, would she even have any yet?  If so, was it just a few wispy hairs, or a full bush?  And what about her cunt lips?  Just a puffy little slit, or would her labia be defined enough to be visible?  What would it feel like to fuck her, or even just stick my tongue there and lick? 

I started to fantasize about Beth taking charge, being my Mistress and me her slave. Making me massage her feet, doing her laundry, ironing her clothes.  Being spanked on the bare ass when I displeased her or didn't perform to her expectations. More humiliating things, like cleaning her shoes with my tongue, hand-washing her delicate underthings, being her footstool.  Having her boss me around, doing her bidding.

I sat there for closer to an hour, listening to my sister splash around in the tub, the water occasionally being turned on as she warmed her bath up.  Finally, I heard the sound of the tub draining, and a few minutes later, a knock from inside the bathroom door.

"It's all yours," she hollered.

"Thank you," I replied.  I waited a few minutes to ensure she was out of the bathroom.

The water, of course, was barely tepid.  Beth had intentionally used all the hot water, and our water heater had a notoriously slow recovery time.  I was able to get maybe five minutes of warm water before it became icy cold, forcing me out of the shower.  I dried off quickly, enjoying the residual warmth left in the bathroom from her bath.  After dressing, I went back out to the living room.

"How was your shower?" she asked, a slight grin on her face.

"Oh, fine," I replied.  "And your bath?"

"Nice and hot," she answered.  "Very hot and relaxing."

"Um...I need to ask a favor," I said, sitting down on the other end of the couch.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I was wondering if I could borrow some money.  Maybe twenty five dollars?" I asked hesitatingly.

"Why?  Don't you have your own money?  What happened to what you earned from the lawns?"

"Um...something came up and I had to spend it unexpectedly," I stammered.  "And now something else has come up, and I really need some cash in a hurry."

"You're not smoking dope or anything like that, are you?" she asked suspiciously.

"No, nothing like that.  I just need some money in a hurry...by tomorrow.  I'll pay you back, with interest, next weekend."  She looked dubious.  I was worried about not getting the loan, so I decided to sweeten the pot.  "Look, until I pay you back, I'll do all your chores.  I won't even complain when you want to watch your programs."  We always argued over the television.  "You can watch whatever you want."

"For how long?"

"How long for what?  Chores or TV?"

"Both."

"Until I pay back the loan?" I suggested.

"How about one month or until you pay back the loan, whichever is longer?"

"But I'm going to pay you back on Saturday!" I complained.

"Well, those are my conditions.  Either you do my chores and don't complain about what I want to watch on TV, or no loan."

"Okay, you win," I said.

"Good.  You can start by cleaning up my room."

Her room was, of course, trashed just like it usually was.  Clothes on the floor, bed unmade, candy wrappers and half-empty Coke cans on her desk.  We weren't allowed to have food in our rooms, but that never stopped her.  I tidied things up quickly, finishing tucking her blanket in just as I heard Mom come home from her shopping trip.  I slipped through the shared bathroom and came out my bedroom door.  Nobody except Beth even knew I'd been in her room.

The evening was pretty normal, other than me deferring to my sister when it came to what television show would be on.  It was sort of a family night, with us watching some cutesy program about a dog.  It wasn't until bedtime that I was able to talk to Beth about the money.  I went into the bathroom and tapped lightly on her door. 

"I just remembered," I said, "I'm going to need a little extra.  Could I get, maybe $35?"

"A month of chores, you do whatever I say, and you pay me back $50 on Saturday," she said.  I nodded in agreement.  "Good.  I need another pillow or two.  Bring me yours," she ordered, apparently testing me.  I went into my room and brought her my pillows.  She handed me the cash.

"I'd like breakfast in bed tomorrow.  Nothing fancy, just coffee, orange juice and toast.  You may leave now," she said with a regal air.  I backed out of the room with an exaggerated bow, closing the door behind me.

I set my alarm for an hour before the time I normally got up.  I didn't sleep well without pillows, and ended up stuffing a sweat shirt with my dirty clothes in order to get comfortable.  It didn't work well, but it worked.  I managed to get to sleep, eventually.

After serving Beth's breakfast, I scurried out the door.  I had a few things to do before school, and wanted to be there before Jeanette - my ‘Owner' for the day - arrived.  I hadn't had time to learn each of their likes and dislikes, but I thought to myself, what girl doesn't like flowers?  There was a small florist that opened early, only a few blocks out of my way.  I walked in and selected a nice bouquet of pink roses; red would have been cheaper, but I thought it would be too forward of me to give her red roses.  That was, after all, the color of lovers, and we were hardly that. 

I stood out in front of the school, anxiously awaiting Jeanette's arrival, holding the flowers in one hand, and a small box of chocolates in the other.  Finally, after waiting what seemed like hours, I spotted her walking up the sidewalk towards the school.  I hesitated only a moment before running towards her.

"Ma'am, may I take your books, please?" I asked, holding the flowers and candy out, a stupid grin on my face.

"What the fuck is this, slime?" she sneered, shoving her binder and two schoolbooks at me.  This was in the days before backpacks became fashionable.

"Ma'am, I bought you flowers, and chocolates!" I beamed.

"And just what the fuck am I supposed to do with these?" she spat, grabbing the roses out of my hand and tossing them into the gutter.  "You stupid fuck, you want to give me flowers, don't do it somewhere there's no place to put them!"  I was crestfallen.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," I said, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Fuck," she repeated, shaking her head.  "Crying like a fucking baby.  Go on, baby, suck your thumb!"  I looked at her for a moment, not sure what I heard.  "I said, suck your thumb, baby!"  I immediately thrust my thumb in my mouth, clear up to the first knuckle and began sucking.

"I'm going to be nice to you today," she said, but I was sure she was going to be anything but.  "I'm not going to lead you on.  You're not going to cum today."

"Yeth, Ma'aa," I mumbled, unable to speak clearly with my thumb in my mouth.

"Even if you get permission, even if one of the other cheerleaders orders you to cum, you are forbidden to do so.  Understand?  And take that thumb out of your mouth!"

"Yes, Ma'am, I understand," I assured her.  There was nothing else I could say, though I was concerned how I could obey her order if someone else told me to jerk off.  Maybe, since she told me first, or maybe because she was in charge today, I could just explain it.  Or not.

"Follow me," she said, taking off at a brisk pace, leading me to her locker.  She had me wait while she opened it, then exchanged her books for those she'd need for morning classes.  "Follow me to first period, then disappear.  Meet me back at my locker before lunch."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, taking my position a few steps behind her.

I barely had time, after depositing her books on her desk, to grab my own books from my locker and get to class.  As it was, I walked in just as the tardy bell rang, and got a bit of a dirty look from the teacher.   

When it was time for lunch, I raced to Jeanette's locker, getting there just a few seconds before she did.  I held her books while she opened her locker, then put them inside.  She pulled something out and stuck it in her pocked, smiling at me.  It wasn't a "Hi, nice to see you" kind of smile, either.

I followed her into the cafeteria, helped her find a seat, and then she sent me off to get in line for her lunch.  Fortunately for me, I was on the school lunch program, so I ate free.  I'd be giving up my lunches from now on, though, perhaps snacking on something I'd brought from home, or if I had a bit of money, buying a bag of chips for myself.  I got Jeanette's lunch tray and brought it to her.  All the other cheerleaders were sitting with her.  She accepted the tray without a word, or even acknowledging my presence.  I just stood there, not sure what to do.  Several of the girls began to giggle.

"Go change into this," she said, handing me the small object she'd taken from her locker.  I held it in my hand for a moment before realizing it was a pair of pale pink girl's panties.  I looked up at her, dumbfounded.  She expected me to run around in just a pair of pink panties?  "Bring me your undershorts when you're done."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, my face burning, wondering whether anyone else heard her.

I balled the tiny panties up and hurried off to the restroom, locked myself in a stall, and pulled my shoes and pants off.  The panties barely fit; just a string in the back, it rode firmly in the crack of my ass.  I put my trousers and shoes back on, balling my shorts up and hiding them in the ball of my fist.  It wasn't easy to keep hidden, because they had a lot more substance to them than the satiny panties.  I returned to the table and held my balled-up hand out to Jeanette.

"No, stupid, in the middle of the table, and spread them out so we can all see!"  Loud laughter erupted, turning a few heads, but once they saw it was the group of cheerleaders, nobody thought anything of it.  I moved my shorts to the center of the table, spreading them out flat.  None of the girls wanted to touch them, and nobody told me to remove them, so they just stayed there.  Jeanette told me to go away, but report for punishment as usual. 

I had Beth's money in my pocket, but was worried about running out at the movies, so I didn't get anything for lunch.  I was hungry, but I couldn't concern myself with that.  My immediate worry  was having to go to P.E. class wearing girl's panties.  I know I'd said before that it didn't matter to me, that I craved the humiliation, but now that it was about to become reality, I was scared.  I didn't think I'd be able to actually go through with it, and began thinking of ways to avoid gym today.

I had two more afternoon classes before gym, and I couldn't concentrate through either of them.  In Algebra, we were working on motion problems, but the words just stared at me, not making any sense.  It was a chapter test, the first time I'd flunked one.  As bad as that was, Chemistry was worse.  We were mixing caustic agents, and I came very close to mixing two ingredients wrong - adding water to acid, instead of the other way around.  My lab partner caught me just as I was bring the beaker of water up, but the teacher also noticed, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me out of the classroom.  She told me, in not so many words, to get my head out of my ass.  All I could do was stammer an apology and make a lame excuse about being preoccupied.  She didn't accept that, of course, and told me I'd be serving detention.  The only saving grace was that she saw the horrified look on my face, listened to my vague story about not being able to stay late today, and delayed my punishment until tomorrow.  I knew that wasn't the only punishment I'd receive, though.

It wasn't until I was walking slowly towards the locker rooms that I saw Jeanette motioning me over to her.  She handed me a paper lunch bag, and told me she'd decided having the other boys see me in panties wasn't a good idea, at least not just yet.  Inside were my shorts, and I hustled over to a restroom to change.  I stuffed the pink panties in my pocket, then ran to gym class, again getting outside just as Coach was finishing taking attendance.  I ended up doing pushups for being late - he wanted twenty five, but my arms gave out after eleven - with the promise that it would double next time.

Once again, I lingered in the locker room long enough to be the last one out.  After yesterday's rainstorm, I decided not to use the shrubs again, so instead, hid my street clothes underneath the liner in a trash can just outside the locker room door.  The custodial crew always emptied it after lunch, so I was fairly certain my things would be safe.  I wasn't sure what to do about the panties, whether to wear them or just carry them.  I decided that since I'd been told the only thing I could wear was my gym shorts - and I couldn't afford to use another pair - I'd go naked once again.

Since Jeanette was in charge today, she came out to get me. 

"Did you bring my panties?" she asked, looking down at my naked, kneeling body.

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, opening my hand to reveal them.

"Well, we haven't seen you model them yet, so don't you think you should put them on?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered, quickly sliding the skimpy undergarment over my feet and pulling it up.  Jeanette giggled when I turned around for her, hands on my head, displaying just the tiniest sliver of pink fabric in the crack of my ass.  She made me crawl on just my knees this time, keeping my body erect in order to display the panties I was wearing.

"Guess what, slime?  We have a special treat for you today, and a new job!" Dominique announced.  Whatever it was, I knew it would be demeaning and disgusting.

"Yes, Ma'am?" I replied, trepidation evident in my voice.

"Carmen started her period this morning, and needs her tampon changed.  Guess who's job it is to take the old one out?"

"Mine, Ma'am?"

"And the bloody tampon goes to...slime!" she announced with a flair.  "But we wouldn't want you to get all excited looking at a real, live vagina, so put this on first," she said, handing me one of those black sleeping masks.  I slipped it over my head, covering my eyes.  I heard movement and the sound of cloth against skin; Carmen must have been taking her panties off.  She was one of three seniors on the squad, somewhat shorter and stockier than the other cheerleaders, but perfect for being the base in a pyramid.  Carmen also had the largest knockers of any girl in school. 

"Tilt your head back and open your mouth, worm," I was told.  I sensed Carmen standing over me, one foot on each side of my body.  She squatted down over my mouth, and when the string was past my teeth, I was told to bite down.  Carmen stood up, the tampon flew out with a soft plop and bounced off my cheek, finally dangling over my chin.

"Work it into your mouth, slut," Dominique ordered.  I gagged as I sucked and used my tongue to reel the nasty wad of cotton into my mouth, nearly vomiting when I was told to chew on it.  The taste wasn't all that awful - about the same as when you bite your own lip and draw blood - but knowing exactly where it came from made it terrible.  I could feel the bile churning in my stomach, but  forced a smile on my face, knowing that they'd want me to pretend to be enjoying it.  I heard the sound of paper ripping - Carmen must be putting in a fresh tampon, I figured - and a minute later, my blindfold was removed.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," Susan said.  She was holding a camera, and made me pose for several photos with the filthy tampon in my mouth.  After taking five or six different shots, she nodded to Dominique.

"You may crawl over to the toilet and drop it in.  Don't expect this leniency forever, though.  It won't be long before you're eating bloody tampons for your afternoon snack!"

I scurried over to the nearest toilet and spat the nasty thing out, the bile in my stomach very nearly following it.  I don't know what was worse, knowing I'd just chewed on a used tampon, or the thought that they were going to make me eat one.  I knew I'd puke if that happened - I nearly did just now - but as vindictive as these bitches were, they'd probably make me eat that, too!

"What now, ladies?" Dominique asked.

"I want to see him jerk off again," Roberta said.

"Nope, he doesn't get to cum today," Jeanette replied.  "He's already been told by me, and knows he'll be punished if he disobeys."

A cruel gleam suddenly appeared in Roberta's eyes.  "You ordered him not to cum, right?  I wonder what he'll do if I order him to go ahead and cum?"

"I don't know," Jeanette replied, "But if he disobeys my order, he gets 50 across the ass and ten directly on his dick."  She hadn't mentioned strapping me on the dick before, but I knew right then I wasn't going to disobey her.

"Well, I could offer a harsher punishment, but I'll make it fair.  Slime, I'm ordering you to jerk yourself off, right here, right now.  You'll cum on the floor, and when you're through, you'll lick it up.  NOW!" she punctuated.

"Ma'am...respectfully, Ma'am, you're ordering me to disobey a previous order, Ma'am."  I looked up at Dominique.  "Ma'am, I beg for guidance, Ma'am."

"Well, it seems you have a dilemma, don't you, worm?  I think you're on your own, and have to accept responsibility for your decision," she said, with more than a hint of cruelty in her voice.

I was stuck between the proverbial rock and a hard place.  If I obeyed Roberta, I disobeyed Jeanette.  If I obeyed Jeanette, I disobeyed Roberta.  If I disobeyed either one, I would be punished, but I had to obey one of them.  I wanted to have an orgasm so bad I could almost taste it.  However, given my recent change in attitude, it didn't take me long to realize that I needed to deny myself.  I needed to prove my submissiveness, both to myself and the cheerleaders.

"Ma'am, respectfully, I must refuse your order, Ma'am," I said, kneeling at Roberta's feet.  "I beg punishment, Ma'am."

"Good.  I was hoping you'd say that," she answered.  "And I happen to have brought just the thing to make sure you have a memorable punishment.  Go crawl over to locker 116.  Call out when you are there."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, crawling as fast as I could in search of that particular locker.  They were numbered differently than in the boys' room, so it took me a few minutes.

"Ma'am, I'm at locker 116!" I called out.

"Good.  Open the locker and bring me the item inside it.  Carry it in your mouth, but don't you dare leave bite marks or saliva on it!"

After acknowledging her command, I opened the locker and found it to be empty except for a very wicked looking black leather riding crop.  I began shaking immediately, knowing it was going to hurt a hell of a lot more than a belt.  I wasn't sure I would be able to stand 50 on my ass, let alone ten on my penis.  I almost bolted right then; being found out was almost preferable to what was about to happen.  I didn't, though, and simply took the evil-looking thing in my mouth, pulling my lips in over my teeth so I didn't mar the shiny leather surface, and scurried back on all fours.

I was ordered to bend over one of the commodes - my ass in the air, my face on the floor, my hands clasped behind my head.  The panties were pulled down, exposing my already bruised ass cheeks.  I laid there, anticipating the first slash of the crop across my ass, hearing the swishing sound as someone whipped it through the air.

"You're going to get fifty," Roberta announced.  "You're going to keep count, too.  If you miscount, we start all over.  If you miss one, we start all over.  Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied quietly, almost sobbing. 

The first blow struck me before I could prepare.  I screamed in pain, it hurt that bad. 

"Okay, I guess that was a practice one, since you didn't count!" Roberta proclaimed before laying into me again, one after another.  I managed to keep count between the tears, finally reaching thirty, before she stopped for a quick breather.  My ass was burning, and I thought I could feel blood seeping out of some of the welts she'd left.

"We still have to get to the movies," I heard one of the girls say over my sobs.  "I really don't want to miss the beginning, so why don't we finish this later?"  There was a murmur of assent.

"Pull up your panties, fuckface, and get your ass out to my car!" Jeanette commanded.   "You won't be needing anything else! Don't forget to grab your money first, because you're taking us to the movies!"

I crawled out of the locker room, staying on my hands and knees until I was past the door.  Retrieving my pants from the trash, I quickly pulled the money out of my wallet.  Unsure what to do with the small wad, I rolled it up and stuffed it down the front of the panties.   Not knowing how long they'd wait for me, or what would happen if I was late, I sprinted out past the tennis courts to the parking lot.  Jeanette and five of the other girls were already waiting in the 1960 Buick her parents had handed down to her when she got her license.  Dominique and the last cheerleader were standing next to her nearly-new MG convertible.  Unlike most attending this middle-class neighborhood public school, Dominique's family had money.  In fact, her father was probably the wealthiest man in town.  They laughed as I sprinted towards them in the waning light.  I didn't notice until afterwards that my balls had slipped out of the thin, translucent garment.

I stood next to the Buick, awaiting instructions, when I realized Jeanette was glaring angrily at me.  I immediately dropped to my knees, mumbling an apology.

"You just can't keep from fucking up, can you, slut?" Jeanette commented.  "Crawl into the back seat and kneel on the floor.  I'm sure the girls will find something to occupy your time."

I did as I was told, finding myself crowded in among the bare legs and shoe-clad feet of my abusers.  They'd all changed out of their practice outfits, and each now wore a short skirt or dress.

"I need a foot massage  slave!" someone said, shoving a sandal-clad, sweaty foot in my face.

"Ma'am, may I please have the honor of pleasuring your feet with my mouth, Ma'am?" I asked submissively as the car started. 

I spent the next 90 minutes licking, sucking and kissing the three pair of feet presented to me, never once wondering why it was taking so long to drive to the theater.  There were only two movie houses in our little town, and the most distant was only eight or ten blocks from the school.  It never even registered in my mind.

The car finally stopped, and after the three girls sitting above me got their shoes back on - not without feet, shoes and legs smashing against my face and head numerous times - the door was opened and I was unceremoniously shoved out onto the sidewalk. 

Kneel!" Jeanette commanded, and for the first - but certainly not the last - time, I found myself kneeling nearly naked, wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of soiled  panties. 

I looked around quickly, while the girls were piling out of the car.  We were on a dark, nearly-deserted and trash-strewn street, somewhere I wasn't familiar with.  Certainly another city, but which one?  I didn't have much time to ponder that question before I felt something heavy and metallic being slipped over my head.  I looked up and saw Dominique attaching a pink leash to the choke collar she'd just put around my neck.

"Heel!" she commanded, quickly walking towards the run-down movie theater, forcing me to scramble behind her on my knees in order to keep from getting choked.  I sensed, rather than actually saw, passers-by staring at the spectacle of a nearly naked teen being dragged across the sidewalk.

As it turned out, we were going to a once-nice, now seedy and run down movie theater that showed nothing but porn.  I knew it was against the law for any of us to be in such a place, but that didn't seem to stop anyone.  Dominique pulled up in front of the ticket window and ordered me to stand.

"Eight, please.  This one is going to stand and wait in the lobby for us," she explained, nodding in my direction.

"That'll be $68, please," the teller - a rather trashy young woman in her twenties - told her.

"Pay her, slave," she ordered me.

"Ma'am...I...I don't have enough money, Ma'am," I stammered, dropping back to my knees.

"What?  I told you that you were taking us to the movies.  You should have brought enough!"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, Ma'am.  I thought...I mean...the matinee back home is like two dollars, Ma'am.  I didn't know we were coming here, Ma'am.  I only have $35, Ma'am.  That's all I could get."

"So what do you think we should do about this?" she asked, glaring at me.  I looked up cautiously, noticing the cashier following the conversation.

"Ma'am, I don't know, Ma'am.  Perhaps there's some why I could pay what I owe later, or maybe work it off, Ma'am?"

"That might be interesting," she said thoughtfully.  "Do you have work this pathetic worm could do in return for the - " she calculated quickly " - the additional $33?"

"I think we could arrange something," she replied, a gleam in her eye, tearing off eight tickets and waving them through.  "You just come inside and kneel under the counter," she told me as Dominique dropped the leash on the ground.

It turned out she was sitting on a padded stool behind the counter, wearing jeans and sandals.  The floor was strewn with cigarette butts, scraps of paper and wads of used chewing gum wrapped in little foil balls.  She made me kneel in front of her as she slipped her canvas deck shoes off and stuck her bare feet in my face.  Without socks, both her filthy shoes and sweaty feet stunk so bad that my eyes started to water.

"I think you know what to do," she said, jerking on the leash and causing my head to snap back.

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered, slathering her soiled feet with my tongue, grimacing at the acrid taste of her unwashed feet. 

She kept me at that job for about twenty minutes, while several more groups came up to buy tickets, ordering me to stop only when it was time to close the ticket window.  She led me inside, still on my knees at the end of the leash, showing me a janitorial closet containing rags, a broom, mop and bucket. 

"You can start with the restrooms," she instructed.  "I want the mirrors spotless, the toilets, stall doors, walls and floor - everything spotless.  Start in the ladies' room, and I'd better not catch you fucking off, either!" she warned with a glare.

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, holding my neck up so she could remove the leash.  She let the collar dangle around my neck, telling me it looked appropriate, and that anyone would be able to tell I was nothing but a slave.  I didn't think it was possible, but I blushed again at the embarrassment.

The ladies room was filthy.  Just like the ticket booth, there were cigarette butts and all manner of trash on the floor.  The five toilets all had dark, black rings at the water line, and two hadn't even been flushed.  The mirrors and sinks were just as filthy, and after assessing the situation for a moment, decided I'd start at the top and work down.

I went to the janitorial closet and found some spray cleaner and paper towels, which I used to wipe the crud off the mirrors and walls behind the sink.  The sinks themselves required a bit more, so I filled them with hot water and let them soak a few minutes before tackling that grime with scouring powder.  While the sinks were filling, I flushed each of the toilets, sprinkling more scouring powder in each of them.  One was clogged, though, and I went out in search of a plunger.

"Ma'am," I asked the ticket-seller when I finally found her, "Is there a toilet plunger somewhere?  One of the commodes in the ladies room is clogged."

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" she spat back.  "I'm not a fucking janitor!  If you can't find one, figure out something!"

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, chagrined and more than a little worried about what would happen if I wasn't able to get it unclogged.

I decided to not worry about it for the moment, and got to work on the filthy sinks.  It was hard work, having to scrub and scrub each of the five sinks, and by the time I was done, my body was covered in a sheen of sweat.  I sprayed everything down again with the liquid cleaner, buffing the mirrors, faucets and sinks to a high shine.

Now it was time to tackle the toilets.  I decided to leave the clogged one for last.  I was able to find a toilet brush behind a box of trash in the closet, so I used it to scrub out the toilets.  Surprisingly, the black rings were relatively easy to get out; the stains in the bottom of the bowl and under the lip, though, were a different story altogether.  It took me over an hour just to get the first four toilets done, and I still had the clogged one to do.

Sighing, I approached it with some trepidation.  Using the toilet brush to fish most of the soggy, shit-covered paper out of the bowl, I flushed it once, only to have it overflow onto the floor.  I noticed that there was something caught in the outlet, though, and taking a deep breath, I stuck my bare hand into the vile water, reaching down as far as I could, and pulling out a used sanitary napkin.  When I realized what it was, I nearly threw it across the room, stopping only because of the chuckle I heard behind me.

"It's been there for a couple of weeks," the ticket-taker said.  "At least, I think so.  That's when the clog happened.  Okay, get the floor done quickly, it's almost intermission time."

Making quick work of the last toilet, I swept and mopped the floor as rapidly as I could, finishing just as the first movie ended.  She had me kneel outside the two restroom doors while the small crowd of people started flowing in to relieve themselves.  With the exception of the cheerleaders and a few couples, most were men, apparently here without dates.  Everyone eyeballed me, a few with rather evil looks in their eyes, causing me to try to shrink and become invisible.

"Oh, dear," my taskmaster said after the small crowd diminished, "It appears there's a bit of a mess in the ladies room again."  She pointed for me to go back in.

While not as bad as before, it was a mess.  This time, nobody had bothered to flush, and there were used paper towels and toilet paper strewn all over the room.  Someone had even apparently pissed all over two of the toilet seats, though I was at a loss to figure out how a woman could do that except intentionally.  Well, at least the mess was fresh, and all the dried, stuck-on filth had already been scrubbed off.  It only took me about fifteen minutes to get the restroom sparkling - or as close to sparking as the dilapidated place could become.

It wasn't until I entered the men's room, though, that I truly understood what filth was.  There were four urinals hanging on the wall, all of which were clogged and overflowing, cigarette butts and phlegm floating on top of the piss-stained water.  The sinks were covered in grease and grime, and the two toilets were even worse.   The first toilet was filled with diarrhea-consistency shit, but I could also see a glob of fresh semen dripping from the front of the bowl.  As bad as that was, it was all I could do to keep from puking when I saw a maggot-laden turd inside the second, dry one.  The odor, too, was causing my stomach to do flips.  I was thankful I hadn't eaten all day, knowing that I'd have added my own vomit to the filth if I had.

I had to get rid of the smell first, so I tentatively flushed the first, shit-filled toilet.  As expected, it simply backed up and spilled over onto the floor, soaking my bare feet.  I didn't even bother to get out of the way, just taking my toilet brush and slopping the repulsive contents of the bowl onto the floor.  I flushed again, and this time it worked, so I began to pick up what I'd dropped on the floor and drop a little in at a time, flushing repeatedly, until as much as I could get up was gone.  I couldn't get the shit out of the dry toilet with my brush, so I wadded up a few sheets of paper towel and lifted it out, dropping it into the good toilet before any of the maggots could crawl onto my hand.

Moving to the urinals, I flushed each several times, watching the piss-polluted water pour over the sides, taking with it most of the accumulated trash.  Once the water was mostly clear, I could see that the clogs were caused by nothing more than paper and cigarette butts, which were easily removed.  I had just finished scrubbing the first urinal, and was wiping it dry, when the door opened.  I assumed it was my taskmaster (taskmistress?), but when I heard the deep voice, I knew I was wrong.

"Get out of the way, bitch, I gotta piss!" he said.  I looked up and saw a huge black man, probably 6'5" tall and nearly 300 pounds, standing over me.  I scrambled out of the way, backing up to the wall.  I couldn't help but look as he fished out what was without a doubt the largest, and first uncut, cock I'd ever seen.  He glanced over and saw me staring while he pissed in the just-cleaned urinal.

"Must look pretty yummy to a faggot like you, huh?" he said, a cruel smile on his face.

"Uh...no, Sir.  I mean...you have a very nice penis, Sir.  No, Sir, I'm not a faggot, Sir," I stammered.

"Yeah, you are.  You might not know it, but you are.  If not a real faggot, then a sissy.  Why else would you be cleaning a shithouse like this, wearing nothing but pink panties?"  I was afraid of this man, afraid of what he could do to me, but he just put his cock away, zipped up, and left without even bothering to wash his hands.

There was nothing else I could do but continue my task.  Nobody else came in, and just before the second feature ended, I was done.  Both bathrooms were as clean as they'd probably been in decades, though nothing could take away the years of neglect the fixtures had seen.

I gathered my tools and set them on the floor, then took a minute to look at myself in the mirror.  I was pathetic.  Covered in sweat, filth and grime from the restroom, the panties now torn from I don't know what.  I smelled as bad as the toilets had, probably because half the contents were on me.  I took a handful of paper towels and started to wash off, scrubbing my feet and lower legs first, since they'd been stepping in putrid shit and piss for several hours now, then repeatedly washing my hands in the hottest water I could stand.  I didn't feel clean at all, but it was a little better.  I was putting the cleaning tools away when the girls came back out of the theater to collect me.

"Phew, you stink!" Susan said, wrinkling her nose.

"Yeah," Jeanette parroted.  "You're certainly not going home in MY car!"

"What about the trunk?" Carmen asked.  "He could ride in there, then afterwards, he can scrub the smell out.  We can't just leave him here.  After all, how would he get back for the rest of his punishment?"

"Okay," Jeanette said.  "In the trunk, slut, and not a word out of you."  I nodded acknowledgment, climbing in and curling up in the reasonably large compartment, waiting while the lid was dropped shut.

During the ride home, I thought about all that had happened this day.  I'd been beaten, forced to wear a girl's panties, chewed on a tampon, been led like a pet dog by a leash, cleaned bathrooms, and displayed myself for the slave that I was apparently becoming.  The memories, as humiliating as they were - or perhaps because they were so humiliating - caused my dick to become painfully hard.  I reached down to gently stroke it, then stopped.  None of my Mistresses had permitted me to play with myself, and one had expressly forbidden me from cumming.  I was so horny at the moment, I couldn't take the chance; I knew I'd explode at the first opportunity, so I just tried to curl up as comfortably as I could and sleep, the worn suspension of the car causing my body to bounce brutally against the floor with every bump we encountered.

The car eventually stopped.  I heard one of the doors open, followed by the sound of the key in the trunk lock.  The trunk lid popped open, and I peered out into the darkness.

"You're getting out here," Jeanette told me.  "You can walk the rest of the way home, but first, I want my panties back."  She held out her hand and waited while I slipped them down and off my feet, then motioned me out of the car.

I quickly got my bearings and realized I was about a block from home, in the alley that ran behind our house.  My own room was on this side of the house, too, so I was able to make my way home, climbing through my window without anyone seeing.  I looked at my clock and saw that it was already 1:00 a.m.  Without even wondering if my parents were angry, I climbed into my bed and was asleep in minutes, exhausted from the day's events.