Taylor Ch. 04

Taylor was stirred by the beeping of an electronic key used to unlock her dorm room door, followed by the unmistakable click of that same door closing behind the holder of the key. She squinted, raising her head off the floor.

"Rule number ten!" Chelsea practically bellowed. "You will refrain from pissing yourself in MY room!" She spoke as if to make a point, the room, though technically shared between the girls, was in reality Chelsea's room, and Taylor merely had the privilege of being permitted to exist there, and to keep a few meager possessions. She authoritatively established ownership, and she knew Taylor would not argue. "I could smell you as soon as I stepped off the elevator," Chelsea continued. "And I don't want MY room reeking of YOUR piss. I don't care what you do in the shower, in your car, or in the bushes out back but not here."

Taylor's thoughts jumped to just where she might indulge in her proclivity to intentionally soak her clothes through in her own urine and bask in the stench, the shame, and the nastiness of it all. It was so easy at home, she just walked down the trail into the woods and let loose. But here? The one place she should have been able to have some alone time she just happened to share with the meanest - most attractive - girl at the entire school, and Chelsea wouldn't stand for Taylor's little fetish. Maybe the shower - she could just go in there in her clothes, turn on the faucet and pull the curtain, and go - but no, that wouldn't be nearly as satisfying.

Chelsea snapped her fingers at Taylor, bringing her back to the present. "Get up. On your feet!" Chelsea ordered. Taylor slowly, lazily stood, still not quite fully awake. Chelsea took a step toward her, her heels clicking against the floor.

"I said UP!" Chelsea barked. "I need to see more enthusiasm for following my instructions," she explained in a slightly calmer tone. Taylor nodded. She wondered what Chelsea was making her do now. She was surprised she hadn't ordered her to kneel for another drink from Chelsea's tap. But no, that didn't seem to be the plan.

"Good. Now, strip." Chelsea pointed at Taylor, then snapped her fingers, clearly still not satisfied with the pace.

"Chelsea!" Taylor pleased all at once. Her hands covered her pajama shorts, although she couldn't have said whether she was embarrassed that they were soaked in urine or embarrassed because she was being ordered to remove them.

"I want to see what I'm working with," Chelsea explained. "Not that I need to explain myself to you. Now, be a good little bitch and take your fucking clothes off." But Taylor froze.

Chelsea approached to within a foot of her. "I thought we had an understanding here. We just had an intimate moment this morning. You became my personal urinal, my slave." Chelsea reached out and stroked Taylor's hair softly. She could be so gentle sometimes, but such a bully too. "I know you - you require humiliation," Chelsea explained. "I doubt you can even orgasm without being humiliated. Degraded, pushed. Bullied. Used." Taylor gasped. She wondered how Chelsea seemed to understand her so well. Then she thought of Olivia, and realized Chelsea had been down this road before.

Taylor nodded. "Is that a 'Yes, Mistress?'" Chelsea inquired.

Taylor lowered her head. "Yes.... yes, mistress." She said. Her pussy was on fire, her heart pounded out of her chest. Why did she like the way Chelsea spoke to her? She wondered to herself. She swallowed nervously and raised her pajama shirt up, up over her head, revealing that she had not bothered to sleep in a bra. Her perky breasts, on the smaller side, became visible to Chelsea as Taylor pulled the shirt off and allowed it to drop to the floor.

"DON'T cover yourself," Chelsea ordered. Taylor had never felt more humiliated. She preferred the T-shirt, damp with her own piss, clinging to her body. Instead, she stood awkwardly before Chelsea, her arms at her sides, as Chelsea looked at her breasts. After a few seconds, Chelsea snapped her fingers and pointed at Taylor's shorts. "Those too, bitch. Off."

"Yes, mistress," she said meekly. Taylor slid her shorts down her legs, peeling them from her skin as her urine had caused her leg to become sticky. She had never been more aroused. Her panties, purple and cotton, bikini-cut, were completely soaked, completely revealed when Taylor's shorts hit the floor and she stepped out of them.

Chelsea's heart beat heavily at the sight of Taylor striping for her, humiliating herself, subjecting herself to Chelsea's every wish. She pointed at the panties, the only item of clothing remaining. "I said strip, cunt. That means ALL your clothes come off!" She shook her head in disgust.

"Yes, mistress! Sorry mistress!" Taylor quickly apologized, pulling down the panties and raising back up to a standing position, her arms crossed in front of her.

"Good. Now step to the center of the floor. Place your arms behind your head and spread your legs." Her voice was softer now, almost coaxing. She could barely contain her lust. Not for Taylor, but for control, for making the poor girl feel uncomfortable, for aiding in her self-deprecating behavior.

Taylor trembled as she stepped to the center of the room. She raised her hands, placed them behind her head, and clasped her fingers. Legs trembling, she looked down as she slowly spread them, her trimmed but not shaved pussy coming into view. Shame washed over her face as Chelsea made no effort to hide the fact that she was looking directly at Taylor's cunt.

"I'm surprised you don't have a cave woman bush?" Chelsea said. "Better for holding smells. But I want you to remain shaven." Chelsea began to circle Taylor and inspect her body. "Tell me, cunt. Did you enjoy lying in a pool of your own piss while I was away? Did it... arouse you?"

"Yes, mistress, I - I did enjoy it," Taylor said softly.

"How disgusting. Why? Why would anyone enjoy - that?" Chelsea asked.

"I'm aroused by feeling disgusting," Taylor admitted, her breathing becoming heavy.

"Just like you enjoyed and I forced you to drink my piss this morning, right, bitch?"

"Yes, just like that mistress, I - I was aroused." Taylor hung her head in shame. Chelsea continued to circle as the girls were silent for a moment. When Chelsea had made a full circle, she stopped, reached out, and cupped Taylor's left breast, then her right, feeling her erect nipples softly, before letting go.

"Hmm," Chelsea remarked. "A little on the small side." She looked up at Taylor and walked a circle around her again as she spoke. "You know - I'm not a lesbian. I'm not even bisexual. I just like making stupid cunts like you feel worthless and pathetic."

"It's working," Taylor admitted.

"Is it... intoxicating?"

"Yes, mistress. Please-"

"Please what, cunt?"

"Please - please keep going-"

"Why don't you sit on the bed?" Chelsea said with a smile. "Put your feet up, by your ears, spread that piss whore cunt wide, and your ass too."

"Okay."

"That's YES, MISTRESS, you stupid bitch!" Chelsea slapped Taylor on the ass as she stepped toward the bed.

"So sorry! Yes mistress!" Taylor scurried into bed, turned around and began to ready herself when she was stopped in her tracks by Chelsea's barking.

"Sorry isn't good enough! I had to slap your ass, and your ass laid in your own piss all morning. Excuse me, I need to wash my hands. Eww. I'll be right back and don't let me find you any different than I left you!"

Taylor laid in bed, facing the center of the room. Her head was back by the wall, her ass was near the edge of the bed, and her legs were spread pulled back so that her knees were near her ears. She locked her elbows behind her knees, spreading her cunt and ass wide. A wave of shame hit her head-on as Chelsea stepped back into the room.

Chelsea approached and laughed. "You really are enjoying this, aren't you, you little bitch? Lying on your back, exposing your cunt and ass to me. Because you're my slave and I said so." Taylor bit her lip and looked away in shame, but there was no denying she enjoyed it. Chelsea stepped away, sitting on her own bed, looking directly at Taylor.

"You have a filthy whore pussy," Chelsea exclaimed. "I can only imagine you'd let just about any cock in there. Probably let them all piss in you too." Taylor gasped. Her pussy was so moist she could feel it dripping down toward her ass. "It smells like you haven't showered in a week. I thought I was walking into a fish market. But no, just the bitch that I got assigned to room with. The piss drinking, skanky smelly bitch who gets off on her own disgustingness." Chelsea looked right in between Taylor's legs, right at her swollen, glistening cunt.

"You love this," Chelsea mocked. "Me, staring at your whore cunt."

"Y-yes mistress," Taylor admitted and sighed. "Are you going to -"

"To what?" Chelsea asked, surprised.

"To - to do - somethjng -" Taylor looked at her own cunt. God, she wanted it to be used, to be eaten or pounded or pissed on. Something, anything to get off. Anything.

Chelsea laughed hysterically. "Oh God, Taylor. That was good. Good one. No. I'm not going to touch you or taste you or use a vibrator on you. You're my fucking slave, not my girlfriend, and you agreed to hand over control of your orgasms six days a week. Today is Sunday. It'll be Saturday before you'll be allowed. Unless you earn it, like we discussed."

"Fuck, Chelsea..."

"There is one thing, though."

"Yes?"

"I want you to touch yourself."

"What? Chelsea..."

"I want you to fuck your pussy with your fingers, slut. I want to see how much it turns you on to expose your sloppy, skanky little hole, to be made to masturbate in front of me." Taylor groaned. Why was she always like this? "I'm never touching that. You know why? It's beneath me. I'm pretty and smart and have self-respect and know basic hygiene. You're a stupid cunt who - I mean, you could be a seven if you put on some makeup and an eight with a tan but the way you are you're maybe a five. You're a self-loathing piss mop who would rather lie around in your own waste than clean yourself up. So no, I'm NEVER indulging your little lesbian fantasies. So you can forget about that."

Chelsea snapped out of her monologue to see Taylor thrusting two fingers in her pussy. They came out glistening, a sticky white glob connecting her fingers to her labia even after removed them.

"Chelsea - chelsea keep talking to me like that, I-"

"Oh my God how pathetic! Begging me to degrade you now? And don't ever use my name! Not when we're... alone. As disgusting as you are, you're not a five. You might be a two and a half, same as a fat cow of a girl who takes care of herself. You're trash!"

"Mistress... please degrade me... I really am a stupid piss loving cunt... I want to roll in it and drink it..." Chelsea wasn't imagining. She was watching Taylor full-on finger herself, degrading herself. She pulled out her phone and started recording.

"NO cumming, bitch! Your orgasms are bargained away. To ME!"

"Yes mistress! I won't cum! It just - it feels so good.... I - I want to be more disgusting... I want to drink your piss. Every day. I want to live in shame, I want to be a urinal and follow your rules! I want to be disgusting and hate myself for it and cum to my own worthlessness! And lay soaked in piss... I'm just a nasty piss mop... I want to be pissed on and piss myself and drink it every day!"

"Take your fingers and lick them clean," Chelsea ordered. "NOW, bitch." Taylor barely hesitated. She pulled her fingers away and brought them to her mouth, three of them this time, pushing them knuckle deep, nearly gagging as she sucked the life from them, releasing her juices and scent.

"How does your sloppy unwashed pussy taste?" Chelsea mocked.

"Disgusting," Taylor acknowledged. She looked over at Chelsea, too turned on to stop herself. "Disgusting, like a cheap whore. But it feels so good."

"Still want to be more disgusting, bitch?" Chelsea changed positions, sitting with her legs folded under themselves and her ass resting on her heels.

"Yes, mistress."

"Good. This time put a finger in your ass."

"Chels- Mistress - oh my God, I've never had anything - never put anything there -"

"Good. So I can watch your first time and record it."

"What - recording? Why are you recording anyway?!" Taylor hadn't realized Chelsea was making a video.

"Because we both know this is going to go so much better if I have something to hold over your head. So when your little cunt brain gets reluctant I can threaten to show the whole school and you won't have a choice."

"Oh.... fuck, Chel - Mistress - why do you have to be so -"

"Choose your words carefully, bitch. I can make this much worse...."

"So fucking hot, you turn me on..."

"So obvious. You could even say I'm perfect, and you're a stupid bitch. Now put that finger in your ass."

"You are perfect, mistress." Taylor spread her cheeks and pushed on her sphincter, but it wouldn't budge. She closed her eyes, but her lip, and pushed hard. Her clenched ass gave way, and she felt a jolt of pain as she pushed her finger inside.

"All the way, bitch. I knew you'd be a good little butt slut. How worthless."

"Yes, mistress. I'm - I'm just a piss bucket and I'll learn to like it in the ass - I'll learn for you -"

"You like fingering your ass, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good. Now take it out and suck on it."

"Chelsea! That's gross! It's in my ass and you want me to -"

"Oh cut the shit. You're a urinal bitch already, you just agreed to swallow my piss as often as I instruct this morning. Sucking on a finger out of your ass really isn't a stretch, is it?"

Taylor removed her finger from her ass, brought it to her nose, and sniffed as Chelsea looked on, recording every move. Repulsed, she visibly shuddered at the thought of putting it into her mouth. She looked at Chelsea, almost pleading with her eyes for her to change her mind.

"I said suck on jt, not stare at! We both know how much you're going to love it, bitch. For someone so disgusting, you really need to learn to enjoy playing with your ass - and tasting it." Chelsea looked down, in between Taylor's spread legs, at her glistening cunt. "So fucking pathetic the way you crave to be humiliated." Chelsea only waited another second before she lost her patience. "I said SUCK it, you worthless cunt!"

Taylor nodded. She looked at her finger. "It's just - it was in my ass - like - I shit there!"

"In porn they call this ass to mouth," Chelsea pointed out. "A repulsive skank like you? You're going to love it. Because you shit there, not in spite of it!"

"It's just - it's - like it's one step closer to - you know -". Taylor worried deep down what she was becoming. What if she liked it? What if it led her to other anal-related fantasies, like giving rimjobs or worse?

"No, I don't, and I don't care. Lick!" Chelsea snapped her fingers and pointed. It was enough to turn Taylor on, to get her heart pounding again. "You're a disgusting urinal bitch, Taylor, and it's all you'll ever be.

"Yes, mistress," Taylor said. But before she licked her finger, she first plunged it deep in her ass again, brought it out and sniffed it. She licked her lips. Her heart pounded and she was sweating a great deal. Her skin glistened and her pussy was on fire. She parted her lips and slipped the finger inside.

"Disgusting," Chelsea muttered. Taylor rolled her tongue across the finger in her mouth. It did not taste pleasant and there was that nagging thought telling Taylor this was not only disgusting, but also unsanitary. She couldn't shake the thought that, on some microscopic level, what she was really doing was tasting her own shit.

"No, no, don't," she thought. "You're not going to get turned on by that. No."

But it was too late. Her hips bucked in the air as Chelsea sneered. "What a dumb anal bitch," she commented. Taylor let out a soft moan.

"I have to go," Chelsea said, putting her phone away. "Do it again. Two fingers this time. And NO fucking cumming! And by the way - those are your panties for this week, and you've already wet them. I can't imagine how smelly those are going to be."

"Y-yes mistress," Taylor moaned. Chelsea stood up, and if Taylor had been paying attention, she would have noticed the small wet spot left on the bed where Chelsea was sitting. Chelsea opened the door and closed it, but she didn't leave. Instead, she paused outside and pressed her ear to the door, listening to Taylor as she continued to finger her ass and degrade herself, enjoying every second.

"Oh, Chelsea, watch me... watch me fuck my ass for you! I want to fuck and taste my own ass. I'm a dumb ass to mouth cunt! Ohhhhh fuck! Yes, degrade me Chelsea. I want to be your slave! Your piss whore slave and drink you every day!" She pulled the two fingers out of her ass and sucked them deeply before thrusting them back into her ass.

"Ohhhh fuck that's it! That's it, I'm just a dumb slave cunt... it's what I want to be.... i want to be your urinal Chelsea.... your bitch.... I want you to piss all over me!"

Taylor furiously licked and sucked her fingers now. "Oh, Chelsea, soak me in piss.... I want to be disgusting for you.... make me more pathetic!" She pressed her fingers back into her asshole and continued. "I want to taste my own ass for you... I wish I could taste yours... I'm not a lesbian but I want to suck your pussy!" Taylor pulled her fingers out of her ass and sucked them eagerly. Her cunt dripped with desire, but she ignored it. She wished Chelsea would come back and use her. Use her as a urinal. Piss on her, make her drink it, let her have an orgasm. She thrust her fingers into her ass again.

"I'll wear those smelly panties.... im going to wear them all week and piss in them and rub my dirty fucking cunt in them! I'm - I want - I want everyone to smell my cunt - I want to be pissed on by everyone!"

Taylor pulled her fingers out of her ass and sucked on them again. She pressed them back into her ass again, wet with her saliva. The moisture made them slide in a littke easier and also trapped more of the taste of her ass for her to greedily suck as she brought them back to her mouth. She really was starting to like it. Not the taste, but just knowing that she was taking something out of her ass and putting it straight into her mouth. Maybe she was interested in more bathroom activities than just urine, on some level? But she knew she had to stop. She had to stop or she'd never stop herself from orgasming.

"Fuck, why can't I cum?!" She moaned. She stood up, looking down at her naked body, slid off the bed and put her still-damp panties back on. The sensation of the fabric sticking to her pussy was arousing. "All week," she thought. She crossed her legs, craving the feeling of the fabric between her legs. "And I'll drink her piss... forever." Taylor ran her hands down her naked torso. Even her own touch was arousing. "I'll live in the agony of my own arousal...." She knew she needed to be owned, used as a urinal. Taylor would never be like the other girls. She couldn't be, and she didn't want to.