Hailey Said I Can Use You Ch. 02

Warning: This story contains intense degradation activities, events and plots that are capable of offending your sensibilities if you are not into humiliation and degradation of male submissives.

Read, only if you are comfortable with this theme. Thanks.

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My eyes were fixed on her bum cheeks as they slid against each other in that light material she wore. My eyes were fixed on the bum that just fed me dark-brown shit. She walked away like a privileged woman, with pride of some sort, while I paced behind her, as humbly as I could. "Thank you, Mistress Nicole," I said to her, bowing, even though she didn't bother to look at me, and probably didn't want me to talk unnecessarily because keeping my mouth in the condition she wants me to keep it in is paramount, but still, I must show some manners.

I sauntered back to the sofa, thinking about what just happened. Our neighbour, Nicole, just took a dump in my mouth, and she's coming back in two hours, to check on me, and when she does, my mouth must remain in the messed-up state she left it--stuffed with the tissue paper she cleaned her ass with, and reeking with remnants of her shit. This means I have to control my salivation, so as not to have that wash the filth away.

I stared at the tv and saw that the match was twenty minutes to halftime, and Arsenal hadn't conceded nor scored any goals. The match was goalless for now, but the gameplay was getting tense.

My interest in the match had dissipated, and though I had my eyes on the tv, I wasn't seeing anything but the image of Nicole. My mind haunted me with images of what had just happened--how she lowered her black ass unto my face and unloaded her faecal waste into my mouth and watched me eat it. And the mess she made in my mouth must remain until she returns. She's not a nice woman, that's for sure.

With the soiled tissue paper in my mouth and smears of her shit on my tongue and inner walls of my mouth, I watched the first half to the end, the interviews in between, and the second half. At the end of the match, I read the scoreline, boldly printed in the middle of the screen, 1--1. I wondered where was I when both teams scored those goals? I was right here in front of the tv, but missed the moments. I was watching, but I wasn't watching.

I had more than enough time to sit down there and have the taste of Nicole's shit roll over my tongue. And I had not just the taste to deal with, but also the smell too. It masked my face and filled my nose. Every breath I took was the smell of Nicole's shit. As I relished the taste of her shit on my tongue and its smell in my nose, I meditated on the memory of her ass coming down on me. She was all I could think about until I heard a knock on the door. Instinctively, I knew it must be her. It was.

I hurried to the door, opened it and went on my knees, bowing my head as expected. She closed the door and pushed my chin up with her index finger. I opened my mouth wide for inspection. She leaned forward and checked briefly, then walked in. "Come."

She sat on the sofa and I crawled to her, and while at her feet, I rose on my knees and tilted my face upwards again, so she could inspect my mouth.

"Wider," she demanded.

I opened my mouth as wide as it could go and she checked my mouth. It was still stuffed with the tissue paper she cleaned her ass with, though it was a little bit wet now, but I had been successful with having minimal saliva secretion in my mouth.

"Alright. Chew," she said to me.

I began chewing the tissue paper and while I was at it, she chucked. "You look like a goat."

She was amused, but I simply continued with the task.

"Hey, goat, I want more jaw movement. Chew like a goat."

What an order that was. I churned louder like I'm actually a goat, and she didn't hide her amusement at all. She had a good laugh watching me chew paper like a goat. Paper she cleaned her ass with.

"Did you enjoy the game?" she asked, innocently, like that was an honest question, not with mockery as intent.

A smile formed on my face and then it dissolved by itself. I was, I'd say, ashamed of myself, I think. As the smile dried on my face, one came up on hers, and slyly, she said to me, "Max, I want to pee."

I rolled on my back again and opened my mouth for her, and she came over it, leisurely, unhurriedly. The musky scent of her vagina cast around my nose, and I drew in that smell, that damp smell.

For a minute, she played around, brushing her pubic hair on the tip of my nose. That made me take in her smell even more, but I kept my mouth open for the main job. She had fun doing that to me until her bladder opened and her piss trickled down. She steadied her pussy over my mouth and let go.

A heavy torrent of hot piss gushed into my mouth. It had an orange colour and came with quite some stench. I guessed she might have just drunk some alcohol in her apartment before coming over.

From start to finish, Nicole didn't break the flow of her piss, like she did that intentionally, watching to see if I'd be up to the task.

I was.

I chugged her piss down my throat without spilling a drop. It washed off the paper residue in my mouth and improved the condition of my mouth.

I licked her pussy clean and she got back on the sofa. Didn't ask me to get up, but I figured I could. I got up and stayed on my knees before her, gazing down.

"Tell me, Max, do you like what I did to your marriage and your life. How do you feel about me?"

Honestly? Does she really want to know? Above all things, I know she's a disciplinarian, and I wouldn't be taking any senseless risk. She has influenced my marriage and life in a profound way, and I know what aspect of that she'd like to hear, that I'd say and not get into trouble.

"I am more devoted to Hailey now. Mistress Hailey."

She smiled at me. "Go on."

"I am more useful to her and she's been happy than she's ever been."

"You are very useful, I can attest to that," she winked, referencing using me as her toilet. "In other words, you're grateful?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I am."

"Does this mean you'd like me to do more?"

Tricky question. The truth is, we're good like this and I wouldn't be needing any more of her 'help,' but how do I tell her in a way that wouldn't get me in trouble?

I just looked away, keeping my head bowed.

"I see you don't want my help, but I'm going to help you further," she said, cackling an evil laugh.

Hasn't she done enough? Certainly, she has, but wants to switch things up a notch. To what now? I looked at her waiting to hear what she has in mind.

"Can you remember how you and Hailey heard Patrick's cries from here?"

"Yes, Mistress, I remember." memories of that event jumped into my mind. That was how it all started, our adoption of the female domination lifestyle.

"Hailey hasn't been beating you enough. I'm going to train her on how to beat you so hard, I'd be hearing your cries from my apartment!"

She meant every word she said, and that made me collapse inwardly. I swung to my knees and begged her. The humiliation has been quite burdensome, and now she wants to add a lot of pain to it? Oh no. Please.