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Alison's Next Step

Discussion in 'Scat Stories & Discussion Forum (No Scat Pics)' started by uptoolate, May 7, 2018.

  1. uptoolate

    uptoolate New Member

    This is my favorite scat story of all time. It is not written by me, but I noticed it has not been posted on this site from what I see, and it definitely deserves to be here. Anybody agree?


    Allison's next step


    Last June I thought that I had slid right into hell. The

    recession had really taken its toll and I had not earned a

    dime in over a year. I was already spending my 401Ks to

    say nothing of my kid's college funds. So, with my career

    on hold I had somehow found myself taking a position as a

    temporary house cleaner. A maid, lets face it.



    One sunny Monday I went to my assignment in Redwood Hills,

    the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The house was

    an absolute mansion. Cleaning it was going to be a chore

    but hopefully the people would tip well. I sure needed the

    money.



    I rang the bell and was blown away by the sight of the

    woman who answered the door. She appeared to be in her

    late 30's but was still perfect. She had luxurious blonde

    hair, tight flawless skin, perfect features including

    radiant blue eyes and the sleek toned athletic body of a

    woman whose work is limited to hours of Pilates or yoga or

    aerobics every day. She was born beautiful and apparently

    had the time and money to make the most out of her natural

    gifts. She smiled lightly but confidently as she spoke.



    "Hello, I assume that you are Greg the cleaning worker?"

    she asked. Her voice was rich, confident with a no

    nonsense tone. This was a woman who knew her place in life

    and was proud of it. I noticed her choice of words,

    instantly classifying me as a "cleaning worker". Most of

    my "clients" avoided the type of language in favor of more

    respectful terms but this woman apparently had no problem

    addressing me as a lowly "cleaning worker".



    "Let me show you what you will be cleaning for us today"

    she said, bypassing the small talk that usually occurs.

    She strode through the house with me following behind. She

    was wearing very stylish thin white jeans and her toned

    butt was a true sight to behold. Somehow I think she

    already knew that. She showed me the kitchen (where she

    reminded me that I would be scrubbing the floors), the

    living room, and the incredible master bedroom suite (which

    was bigger in itself than any home I had ever lived in).

    All through the house were pictures of herself and a good

    looking guy I assumed to be her husband. There were also

    pictures of a beautiful young girl, obviously her daughter.



    I quickly realized that her condescending tone was quite

    real and not imagined on my part. She pointedly informed

    me that I would be hand scrubbing "her toilet" and that she

    wanted it to be really clean. I couldn't ignore the clear

    arrogance in her tone. It was another humiliating turn,

    the fact that this rich beautiful trophy wife could treat

    me like that because I needed the money. But I did.



    "Come along" was her crisp order as she led me down a long

    beautiful hallway to another large bedroom, this one her

    daughter's. The room was also incredible with a huge bed,

    tons of books, a violin was set up on a beautiful music

    stand by the window. There were also trophies and ribbons

    all over the place. Some were for tennis, one was for

    running, and I saw another that I believed was for soccer.

    There were also ribbons for equestrian competitions. On

    the walls were several framed diplomas and merit awards

    from school. Many of the books were in foreign languages

    and even the ones in English had titles that I couldn't

    understand. It seemed that the girl was a jock and also a

    very good student. And judging by her pictures (and by her

    mom) she was also great looking. I was hoping that she was

    home and that I would get a chance to see her.



    "Allison is just back from her first semester at Harvard"

    the mother explained with obvious pride. As you can see

    she is a very special young woman so you need to make an

    exceptional effort to make sure that her room is taken care

    of in a suitable manner. Her bathroom as well, of course.

    She is practicing the piano for an upcoming recital right

    now in the music room and later on she will be working out

    in the gym. You will be meeting her later" she added

    curiously.



    I must admit that I was interested in seeing this young

    superwoman. I followed the mom back to the kitchen where

    my cleaning chores were to begin. She stayed close by and

    made me a bit nervous by constantly observing and

    commenting on my work. She seemed to just enjoy watching

    me clean her kitchen. When it came time for me to clean

    the floor I definitely got the impression that it was some

    type of power trip for her to stand over a man who was on

    his knees cleaning all the dirty spots that she pointed

    out. I must admit that it was strangely exciting for me as

    well, to have this blonde suburban goddess above me

    directing my menial work. I didn't know why it was

    exciting but it was, perhaps it was some psychological

    attempt to make the best of a bad situation.



    She left me alone to do the bedroom suite and I was

    finishing the bathroom when she returned to check on my

    work. Her tone worsened to one of mild disgust, claiming

    that I had not done a good enough job cleaning the floor,

    particularly around "her toilet". I wound up on my knees

    cleaning her toilet while she barked increasingly rude

    orders at me. Her attitude was really starting to cross

    the line from demanding customer to mean bitch and it was

    starting to get to me but I kept reminding myself how badly

    I needed the money. Besides, she was incredibly hot and

    her agitated state was a real turn on despite it all.

    Finally, after about 10 minutes of abuse she decided that

    her throne was suitably clean and informed me that we would

    be moving on to new rooms.



    She led me down yet another long elaborate hallway. I

    could hear classical music being played on the piano. We

    entered a large airy room with windows opening onto the

    rear garden. In the center of the room, playing the piano

    (I had assumed that it was a recording because it was so

    good) was the daughter. She stopped playing and turned to

    greet us as we approached. She was even better looking in

    real life than in her pictures. She was a cross between

    Britney Spears and Anna Kournikova, but classier and with

    better facial features than either. Her face was

    absolutely captivating and her athletic body was sexual

    perfection. She had the beautiful blonde hair, brilliant

    eyes and great features from her mom, but I immediately

    noticed that her smile was different. It was genuine,

    warm, accepting and she seemed truly happy to meet me.



    "Nice to meet you, Greg" she beamed as she extended her

    hand. "Thank you for helping out today". I was taken

    aback because I could never imagine the words "thank you"

    coming out of her mother's mouth. She got off the piano

    bench, stood up and I couldn't help but be blown away. She

    was a concert pianist who looked like she could win

    Wimbledon and Miss USA on the way home. She was wearing a

    simple T shirt (which probably cost $100), and white

    shorts. Beautiful breasts, an absolutely flat stomach and

    toned legs that were amazing. I couldn't find an

    imperfection anywhere. She must be driving the guys ar

    Harvard wild with desire, I thought.



    "I trust that my Mozart wasn't too distracting to you" she

    added with an elegant smile before her mother cut in.



    "I'm sure that it wasn't, Allison" her mother cut in.

    "Its time to begin our workout now, dear. He will be

    cleaning the music room." She then turned to me. "Try to

    do a better job in here and then come down to the gym to

    clean up after our workout."



    I think I heard Allison wince a bit after witnessing the

    degrading attitude of her mother towards me but she said

    nothing and the two of them went to their workout room,

    leaving me to clean the music room by myself. I didn't

    think that I would miss the mother's supervision of my work

    but I was looking forward to seeing Allison again. Her

    music was still playing in my head.



    The music room was already pretty clean so I finished it

    quickly and followed the mother's instructions to move on

    to the workout room. The two of them were in the middle of

    the room doing some stretching. Again, the room was

    awesome. It was large and well lit, there were two

    stairmasters and a stationary bike in one corner and a set

    of free weights in another. But most of the room was open

    with mats on the floor. I noticed a punching bag and a

    heavy bag mounted in one corner. As with most of the house

    there were pictures of the family members performing

    various sports pasted all over the walls above the mirrors.

    There was an entire wall devoted to martial arts with

    pictures of all three family members competing in

    tournaments and breaking boards. There were multiple sets

    of framed black belts above the pictures, a total of ten in

    all. Four of the belts were above Allison's picture and

    three were over each of her parent's images. I felt a

    momentary unease when I realized that the mother, my

    tormentor, was a triple black belt. But I also found it

    pretty exciting for some reason to realize that sweet

    Allison, the beautiful Harvard educated pianist, was also a

    major butt kicker on the side.



    The mom saw me looking at the belts but continued

    stretching. I set my cleaning materials down and looked

    around the room to figure out how I could clean it without

    getting further berated by the mom, especially in front of

    Allison. As it turned out, I never did get to clean the

    room that day.



    "I see that you've noticed our martial arts wall, Gregory."

    It was the first time that she addressed me by name and it

    made me nervous for some reason. "The fighting arts are

    very important to all of us" she continued. Allison, John

    and I have all studied Wah Lum Kung Fu, Yoshin Ryu Jujitsu

    and Aikido. Alison continued on to study Combat San-Jitsu

    so she has a total of four black belts. She currently

    studies Hapkido and is already a brown belt after 8 months

    which is remarkable."



    "Oh mom, I'm sure that Gregory isn't interested in all of

    these boring details" Allison was nice enough to interject.

    Actually I was interested in knowing why all of this

    martial arts stuff was the first thing that the mom had

    seen fit to talk to me about. Was she trying to intimidate

    me or something?



    "Have you trained in any martial arts, Greg?" Allison

    asked, trying to draw me into the conversation.



    "Well, I boxed a bit in college but don't really have any

    formal training" I answered, trying to maintain my best

    manly pose.



    "I'm sure that you are a very good boxer, Greg. I bet you

    won a lot of matches" Allison said while I continued to be

    amazed at her kindness which was the exact opposite of her

    mother's bitchiness. Speaking of which, Mom was about to

    stir things up a bit.



    "While Gregory is here helping us perhaps you should engage

    him as a sparring partner, Allison." The suggestion came

    as a complete surprise to the two of us.



    Allison tried to tell her mother that I wouldn't be

    interested and that it wouldn't work anyway because I

    hadn't trained in the martial arts. She was trying to be

    nice but her mother would have none of it.



    "It would be good practice for you, Allison. If you are

    attacked in the street it will more likely be by someone

    like Gregory than it will be by one of your black belt

    friends. He won't do what you expect him to do. He's here

    to work for us today, I think it is a good idea and you

    should do it, Allison."



    Her words seemed to be making sense to Allison, or perhaps

    she was just brought up to do whatever her mother asked. I

    noticed that no one was asking me if I thought it was okay.

    Actually, I had mixed emotions. I knew something about

    martial arts training, enough to realize that in a

    streetfight Allison would probably kick me in the nuts

    incredibly hard and then dial 911 on her cell while I was

    rolling on the floor in agony. But she wouldn't do that

    here. I figured that she would wind up winning but maybe I

    could impress her and shut up her awful mom for a few

    minutes.



    "Yes, Mama" Allison said obediently. She flicked her

    flowing blonde hair forward, then back and pulled it

    through a small band to create a ponytail. It was girlish,

    feminine act but it said that the fight was on. She walked

    up to me with that great smile radiating full power.



    "Well, if you feel like sparring for a few minutes Greg,

    perhaps it would be fun. If you don't mind, of course.

    You know what they say, you really don't get to know

    someone until you fight them" she giggled delightfully.



    I knew that I really didn't have much of a choice. I

    managed a weak smile and put up my hands in a defensive

    stance. Allison bowed quickly and when she came up she

    looked completely different. Gone was the sweet smile,

    replaced by a look of sheer determination. She was now in

    total competitive mode.



    I tried circling around, hoping to grab her in some type of

    hug, overpower her, laugh the whole thing off and move on.

    She didn't make any aggressive moves and I was hoping that

    she would let me start things off on my terms. Big

    mistake on my part. As I moved towards her she evaded me

    by stepping to my left side, quickly tucked my left hand

    under her right arm and clamped down really hard. She

    used this as leverage to turn me around so that she was

    able to put her entire weight on my back and wrap my neck

    with her right arm. I fell face forward to the mat. She

    kept my left arm pinned down, hooked my right arm with her

    right arm, snaked her left arm around my neck and pulled

    back. I couldn't move. She said "Oopsie!, you better give

    up or things will only get worse from here". I hesitated,

    she pulled back further and the pain was so great that I

    screamed out my submission to her. It had taken her about

    45 seconds to render me helpless. Her movements had been

    lightning fast, graceful, skilled, precise, efficient,

    intelligent and incredibly strong.



    She helped me up and seemed mildly embarrassed at how

    easily she had defeated me, saying something about

    beginners luck. She probably would have spared me from

    further humiliation but, of course, mom was not done.



    "Well now that he knows what to expect we should try it

    again. That was over much too quick."



    Allison turned and obediently squared off, the sweet look

    again replaced by the competitive determined one that was

    starting to scare me. The next few falls were no different

    than the first, with the exception that Allison was so at

    ease by this point that she was able to narrate as she

    kicked my ass. I learned that the reason I was losing

    consciousness during the second fall was that she was

    applying a hold against my 'superior carotid triangle'.

    After I submitted she let go, stood over me and offered the

    information that I would have blacked out in another 5

    seconds. Another fall ended as I succumbed to the extreme

    pain caused by an elbow pressing against the 'dorsal motor

    nucleus of the vagus nerve'. I submitted the final time

    when a radial motion was about to shatter "both the radius

    and ulna, leaving your forearm hanging like a limp sock."

    I was defenseless against her. She seemed to know what I

    was going to do before I did it. I could never get enough

    leverage to try to defend myself, let alone go on the

    offensive. No matter what I tried she would turn it

    against me and wind up putting me in a painful hold

    effortlessly and at a point where she could seriously

    injure me if she wanted to.



    After the last fall it was obvious to all, even her mother,

    that there was nothing to gain from continuing. Allison

    looked at me and smiled, seemingly concerned that my male

    ego had been crushed by the knowledge that a young college

    girl had just proven that she could kick my ass any number

    of ways without even breaking a sweat. But mostly she

    seemed pleased with herself.



    But mom was still not done. "Allison, we shouldn't be

    rude. We should give Gregory a chance to compete at his

    sport, boxing. After all, he was kind enough to face you

    in a martial arts match, it's the least that you can do."

    Her voice was dripping in sarcasm.



    Allison tried hard to defer, saying that she had worked out

    enough for the day, she wasn't prepared for boxing and that

    they had imposed on me enough. I thought that she would

    get me off the hook until mom upped the ante.



    "Well of course I understand Allison. But I was hoping

    that I could offer both of you a reason to try the

    exercise. Gregory, you must be looking to earn some extra

    money, being a cleaning servant. I am prepared to offer

    you $10,000 if you can box with my daughter for 3 minutes."



    I really needed the money, I had no doubt that there was

    plenty of cash in the house and that she was dead serious.

    I was willing to do it, even if Allison was going to smack

    me around for three minutes it would be worth it for ten

    grand.



    Allison seemed conflicted. I think that she wanted me to

    get the money but didn't want to put me through any further

    humiliation.



    "And Allison, if you can stop him within three minutes I

    will make some calls and get you tickets to the Coldplay

    concert."



    "OHMIGOSH, REALLY???" Allison squealed with excitement,

    the reserved Harvard scholar temporarily becoming an

    excitable child for a few seconds.



    "Well, don't get so excited yet" mom warned her. "I said

    'boxing', not 'kickboxing'. You've been trained but you

    can't use your legs. This is upper body strength only and

    Gregory here says that he is an experienced boxer. So he

    may walk away with the money and there will be no Coldplay

    for you."



    Allison just walked over to the wall and confidently came

    back with two sets of boxing gloves and headgear. Gone was

    the compassion; she wanted to see Coldplay and I was in the

    way, at least for the moment anyway.



    Ten grand was more money than I had seen in a long time. I

    put on the gloves and headgear that Allison brought and

    prepared my strategy. I assumed that Allison had been

    trained in fisticuffs by at least one of her martial arts

    masters and I already knew that she was fast, smart and

    strong. But the rules that her mother laid out only stated

    that I had to last 3 minutes, which I was determined to do.

    I really needed that money.



    Allison was doing some light jumping and shadow boxing to

    loosen up. She really looked like she knew what she was

    doing. I tried to do the same but I got the feeling that I

    was not intimidating her.



    "We'll go by the clock on the wall" mom announced. "Lets

    go, you've had enough time to warm up already".



    Allison came to face me in the middle of the room. There

    was no bowing this time but her face looked more determined

    than ever. I sensed that she was not quite as confident in

    her boxing skills as she was in her martial arts grappling,

    which was a good thing for me.



    "Ding!" Mom announced. "Lets go!"



    Allison staked out the middle of the room first and I was

    slowly circling around her. I knew that I had to protect

    my face and felt no need to throw the first blow. I didn't

    have to wait long for Allison to act. She began by

    pummeling my sides with really sharp, biting blows. I

    realized with a sinking feeling that she was able to use

    her knowledge of the body's weak spots, even in boxing. I

    didn't see her punches as much as I heard them whoosh. She

    zeroed in with three consecutive rights to the side of my

    stomach that were so painful that I needed to lower my

    guard to stop her. I knew that this made me vulnerable so

    I figured that I would try to hit her with a left to keep

    her away long enough for me to recover.



    In doing so I left my face totally open for a split second,

    which was more than enough time for her. She hit me in the

    chin, which made my teeth rattle even through the mouth

    guard. I stepped back, temporarily dazed but she came

    after me with two more shots to the side of the head and I

    thought that I was going down already. For some reason,

    she stopped the assault and backed away.



    "Oh, let me see..." I heard her thinking out loud. "Whats

    the best way for me to do this..."



    She obviously felt that the Coldplay tickets were already

    hers, and all that was left was for her to devise a way to

    mercifully deprive me of the $10,000 without hurting me too

    badly. Not surprisingly, she came up with a good strategy

    that I could not counter, a flurry of super hard, super

    fast punches to my mid section followed by shots to my head

    that seemed to come out of nowhere. Blocking her was

    impossible. She kept this up for a few seconds and I got

    so groggy from the assault that I went down on my back. I

    heard her mother begin to count me out but I knew that I

    had to get back up and last long enough to get the money.

    I desperately needed it. I forced myself to my feet and

    stood there, dazed but looking eye to eye with Allison

    again.



    She had a strange look in her face now. For the first time

    she seemed almost angry. I realized that she felt that she

    had made a real effort to knock me down without really

    hurting me and she was actually pissed at me for getting

    up. But I really needed the money a lot more than she

    needed Coldplay.



    She came at me again with a incredible flurry of punches to

    the mid section and I tried to protect myself and hold on

    as best I could but she seemed to be more determined than

    ever. When I let my guard down for a split second she came

    at my head with a combo of punches that were much harder

    than anything she had hit me with before. She was using

    everything she knew about body leverage. They felt like

    Mike Tyson blows; snapping my head way back and I don't

    even remember hitting the floor. But I do remember lying

    there and hearing Allison say "Lets see you get up now".



    For once she sounded a lot like her mother. Then she

    pulled her hair out of the ponytail and once again it

    flowed around her shoulders. She knew that she was done

    fighting for the day.



    I vaguely remember her mother counting and then announcing

    with pride that I had lasted only 1 minute and 45 seconds

    against her daughter. It had seemed like hours to me.

    Allison was jumping up and down, overjoyed with her winning

    of the tickets. At one point she put her foot on my chest

    and held her hands over her head and started yelling "Yes,

    I am the champ and I am going to see Coldplay". Then she

    looked down at me and changed her tone to briefly

    apologize.



    "Oh, I'm sorry. That was really rude of me. I'm sorry you

    lost out but thanks for the fight!". Then she started

    jumping around in joy again, the brief moment of compassion

    for her defeated foe forgotten.



    I lay there on the ground, trying to recover. I saw the

    mom giving Allison a congratulatory hug.



    "See what you can do, Allison? That is a grown man and he

    never had the slightest chance against you. He was at your

    mercy from the start. Also, I could tell that you were

    taking it easy on him."



    "Well, maybe just a little bit" agreed my beautiful young

    conqueror with a sheepish grin.



    Then the mother began a new aspect of what she obviously

    regarded as an important lesson for her daughter.



    "And you, Gregory. Tell us a bit about what it is like to

    have to face off against my daughter in direct

    competition."



    I struggled to my feet, tried my best to regain a shred of

    dignity and made an effort to be magnanimous to the girl

    who had just kicked my ass and cost me ten grand so that

    she could go to a rock concert.



    "She won fair and square" I admitted. "She is very

    skilled, I'm sure glad that it's over with now."



    "That is inadequate, you fool!" The mother moved towards

    me quickly and I thought that she was going to slap me. I

    raised my arm slightly. But instead of slapping me she

    quickly raised her leg and kicked me in the gut with her

    shin in a vicious swiping motion. I went down in a heap,

    gasping for air.



    "Mom!" Allison protested. "Why did you do that? Muay

    Thai? He is already defeated, you didn't have to do that!"

    Allison didn't wait for an answer but instead knelt over

    me.



    "Are you okay? I'm sorry about that. But you better do

    whatever you can to not piss her off. She is an extremely

    skilled fighter. I can't beat her. And I was taking it

    easy on you but she won't. She'll hurt you. Just do

    whatever she says, okay?"



    "Allison, come here" her mother used the tone that seemed

    to compel Allison to comply and she did.



    "I did it because I can, okay? I did it because I have my

    position in life and he has his. And you need to learn

    about your position in life which is miles above ordinary

    riff raff like him. They won't tell you this at Harvard so

    I am telling you."



    She then turned her attention to me as I lay on the floor

    still trying to recover from the kick.



    "You're not getting up until you crawl over here, kiss Allison's

    feet and properly acknowledge her place as your superior.

    Or do you need a little more convincing?"



    I was terrified that she would kick me again and almost as

    scared that she would instruct Allison to continue beating

    me. I remembered Allison's words about not pissing off her

    mom so I began obediently crawling over to Allison who was

    standing mute with a perplexed look on her face. She

    apparently didn't know what to do either.



    Nobody said a word as I continued with my humiliating

    crawl. When I got there I gently kissed the top of each

    one of Allison's K-Swiss workout shoes. Mom took a step

    closer and I knew that I had to make my speech convincing

    or else.



    "I am here... I acknowledge you as my ...superior, Allison.

    The beatings that you administered to me made it totally

    obvious." I looked up at her, her eyes were now wide with

    wonderment at what was happening and the pleased smile was

    returning. "You are beautiful, highly intelligent,

    talented and you can defeat me in every way possible. You

    are my superior and I hope that you accept my submission to

    your superiority."



    She hesitated only briefly. "Thank you Gregory, that was

    very sweet. Yes, I do accept you." Allison then shot a

    furtive glance at her mom.



    "You accept him as what?" Mom was still drilling her

    daughter.



    Allison turned down to look at my pleading face. "I accept

    you as my...my inferior, my subordinate. I am your

    superior to you in every way and it was totally appropriate

    of you to crawl to me and kiss my feet." She seemed to be

    getting into it just a bit and becoming more comfortable.



    "Well, that was better. At least you didn't thank him

    again for doing what he should have been doing in the first

    place. You shouldn't even have had to expend the energy

    needed to beat him up although with a stupid male like him

    there is nothing like a good physical beating to

    demonstrate superiority. How do you feel now, Allison?"



    "I feel pretty well. I guess you are right mom, as always.

    I am what I am, he is what he is and I am comfortable with

    that. Why should I hide my gifts after working so hard to

    develop them."



    "Well, that's much better. Congratulations sweetheart" mom

    said as she exchanged an affectionate hug with Allison. I

    remained on my knees, hoping that my ordeal was finally

    coming to an end.



    "There is just one more exercise today Allison, but it is a

    big one and it may seem a bit bizarre but it will truly

    cement today's lesson in your mind. His, too, although I

    don't really care about that. What I want to is reinforce

    your position in your mind in a way that will help you

    always."



    I felt my body tense up once again. What could possibly be

    more bizarre than what had happened already?



    "Allison, its been awhile since you had breakfast. You are

    now going to take a shit, and you will do it in Greg's mouth,

    he will be your afternoon toilet."



    I could not believe what I had just heard. Allison tried

    to take charge of the situation but I was terrified that

    her mother would prevail once again.



    "Mama, that is really bizarre, I can't believe that you

    even suggested that. Really, perhaps this is going

    overboard. We've made our point already. He has kissed my

    feet and acknowledged me as his superior..."



    "All just words, Allison" mom cut in. "Just words and all

    too easy to forget. After you take a shit in his mouth you

    will have learned something about yourself that will stay

    with you forever. It will make you even more stable and

    balanced in everything else you do, in all of your

    interactions with the public."



    "But Mama, why are we doing this to him?"



    "Him? Him? That's what I mean, you still don't get it and

    you won't until you do what I ask of you. You are going to

    do this to him because you can, because it is the natural

    order of things for a woman like you. Ask yourself, why do

    you have power to do so much and he doesn't have even the

    power to stop you from using him as a toilet? What is he

    going to do? Try to run away? He knows that isn't going

    to work. Or maybe he'll report us to the 'authorities'

    afterward. That would be a great hoot for everyone. Can

    you imagine how hard the police would laugh when he tells

    them that two women beat him up and used his mouth as a

    toilet? He'd wind up a public laughing stock unable even

    to get a cleaning job in the future."



    "Or maybe he'll just refuse to accept his role." Mom

    stopped her diatribe to look down at me menacingly. "Well,

    let me just say that I would become really angry at him if

    he refused this kind offer. So, Greg, just so you know,

    you can't refuse. Because if you do I am going to beat you

    senseless. You can tell whatever story you like when you

    wake up in the hospital but no one will believe you. My

    friends at the District Attorney's office will already have

    been told that you tried to attack my daughter and that we

    used our training to defend ourselves and you got hurt in

    the process, like anyone will care. I'll have my lawyers

    take whatever pitiful assets you have and make sure that

    you can't work anywhere with your new criminal record."



    "Oh wait.." mom continued, mockingly stroking her chin.



    "Maybe he's thinking that he can grab some type of

    impromptu weapon and effect his getaway. Well let me be a

    good host and see if I can help him out." She walked over

    to a large closet, rummaged for a second and came out with

    a huge baseball bat. She looked at the label as she

    continued towards me with the bat.



    "Matt Williams model. Autographed and everything. We got

    it when we stayed with the Diamondback's owners on our last

    Arizona trip. Here, Gregory, get up and take it. Maybe it

    will help you out."



    I got up as she said but I wouldn't take the bat. I

    figured that it wasn't in the closet to be used for the

    family softball game. It was probably there so the family

    could practice taking it away from an assailant and then

    most likely use it against him. If I tried to use it she

    would probably take it away from me in an instant and then

    I would be in even more trouble. To say nothing of the

    fact that Allison would come up behind me and choke me into

    unconsciousness.



    "No thanks..." I muttered despondently as I looked down.

    "Oh, but I insist!" she said as she thrust the handle

    towards me. I reluctantly took it but held it loosely.

    She stood there with her hands up. "Go ahead, Gregory.

    Take your best shot. You won't get a better opportunity

    than this. I'm about to make you eat my daughter's shit.

    You have the bat, go ahead, get even with me. Go ahead,

    you're a man with a bat and I'm a woman. Whats the matter,

    are you still scared? Even now you won't try to do

    something to avoid becoming my daughter's toilet?"



    I knew better and just stood there motionless. She held

    out her hand and I handed her the bat with relief.

    "Now, I'm getting tired of all this talk. Prepare for

    Allison's afternoon defecation. Take your clothes off so

    that you are naked before us."



    An hour ago her request would have seemed absurd but at

    this point it was just another unbelievable event. Without

    saying a word I began to remove my clothes. Before long I

    was standing naked before my tormentor and her beautiful

    genius daughter. I heard Allison giggle nervously.



    "Well, there's a clue for you Allison. If he had any

    genetics worth passing on he wouldn't have been given such

    a tiny penis."



    Allison began laughing uncontrollably while I stood there

    naked. She would occasionally try to slip in an "I'm

    sorry, .....I'm sorry." Finally she composed herself and

    mom continued.



    "Okay, do you feel better now? Are you ready to go? I'll

    get the camping toilet from the closet, he can just stick

    his head underneath it. I have an old shower curtain for

    him to lie on. The good thing is that after he becomes

    your toilet he goes back to being the cleaning servant so

    he can clean up any mess. A perfect arrangement."



    "But Mama, really, is this good for him?"



    "Please, Allison, with your diet I'm sure that there is

    more nutrition in your shit than in anything that he might

    happen to eat by chance. If anything you'll be giving him

    his vitamins for the day." Mom was heading for the closet

    now for the camping toilet and shower curtain.



    "It looks like this is going to happen, Greg" Allison said

    to me quietly. "I'm sorry."



    I tried to mumble to her that it was okay. After all, what

    choice did I have. I also genuinely liked her despite the

    fact that she had beaten the crap out of me and cost me ten

    grand. If I wasn't so scared I would probably have a

    raging hard on just from being naked in front of her.



    Mom came back with the camping toilet which was a toilet

    seat mounted on a piece of strong Plexiglas. Four other

    solid Plexiglas panels were designed to slide into slots

    under the toilet seat to form a bottomless box. Mom slid

    in three of the panels but left the front open, apparently

    to leave space for my head. She spread the shower curtain

    out and placed the three sided toilet on top of it. She

    tested it for stability and announced that it was perfect.

    Allison was still not convinced.



    "But mom, why?"



    "You shouldn't even be asking, Allison. It should be

    obvious to you. You are miles above him and have nothing

    to be ashamed about. You are bred from better genetics

    that have given you superior intelligence, discipline and

    incredible physical ability. Men can't take their eyes off

    of you AND you have an IQ that they can't even fathom. You

    shouldn't even be asking why Allison. You are a top

    student at Harvard, you speak four languages fluently, you

    get offered summer internships for more money than he makes

    in five years. I won't even get into your physical

    superiority over him; you saw what happened when you faced

    him mano a mano in boxing. You destroyed him with ease.



    You need to shit in a man's mouth to reinforce your

    position and capabilities in your own mind. Are you ready

    to 'go' now?"



    "Yes, Mama" Allison said in her obedient tone and I knew

    that my fate was sealed.



    Mom ordered me into the toilet seat, picking up the

    baseball bat for emphasis. I had no intention of

    disobeying her. I resigned myself to the fact that the way

    out of this mess was through that toilet and this bizarre

    ritual.



    I lay there on my back looking up at the ceiling. The two

    of them came over to look down at me and I got a toilet eye

    view of the two of them. Allison was trying to hide her

    smile but mom was not.



    "Okay, this is it, lets go" mom said.



    Allison backed up to the toilet and I was looking up at the

    back of her shorts as she unzipped and pulled them down,

    exposing her panties which came off next, sliding down to

    her ankles. I couldn't believe the view of her perfect

    tight butt that I was getting from the toilet seat. She

    was sheer perfection.



    Suddenly the two of them burst out laughing and Allison

    exclaimed, "Look at that!! Why???" I realized all fear had

    left my body and the sight of Allison was giving me a major

    erection at the strangest possible time.



    Mom stopped laughing long enough to explain. "That's

    because it is exciting for him just to be used by a female

    like you in any way. He has no complaints about what is

    happening, trust me. This is the most exciting thing that

    has happened to him in years." She was starting to make

    sense, even to me.



    Allison lowered herself down slowly. The box darkened but

    enough light came through the panels to let me see the

    perfect ass now just a few inches from my face.



    "Look at that little thing standing straight up" mom

    commented. "Finally a show of respect for you" narrated

    Mom.



    Allison laughed slightly and the toilet shook.

    She leaned forward a bit and I prepared myself. But

    suddenly she stood up and began pulling up her panties.

    Had she changed her mind?



    "I can never do this without having something to read" she

    announced. "Let me get something."



    She quickly left the room leaving me alone with mom, who

    bent over the toilet seat, cleared her throat and spat the

    result as a large glob of saliva right onto my face. I

    instinctively tried to get my hand into the box to wipe it

    off when she put the bat handle down hard on my balls. I

    froze.



    "Don't try to wipe it off. When one of us spits in your

    face we're not doing it so that you can wipe it off. You

    better not fuck this up for me now. When she comes back I

    want to see you be the perfect toilet. As soon as you see

    her I want your mouth wide open and waiting, understand?"

    She pressed down a bit on the bat for emphasis. "And it

    stays wide open the whole time. Whatever she puts in it

    stays there. Then I want her to see you chew on it and

    swallow and love it. Now spread your legs apart so that

    your balls will be a wide open target for me. You won't

    know where I will be with this bat and your balls will be

    totally vulnerable so I will know that your cooperation

    will be assured."



    She began tapping on my thighs with the bat and I

    obediently spread my legs apart. She was right, I was now

    totally vulnerable and I really had no idea what she would

    do with the bat if I did anything to piss her off. She

    tapped lightly on my exposed balls with the end of the bat.

    I got the message.



    Allison came back with her book. I noticed that it wasn't

    in English and I could make out the name 'Dostoevsky'

    written in Cyrillic characters. So the beautiful girl who

    kicked my ass was reading a book in Russian, a book that I

    could not get through in English. The thought of becoming

    her toilet seemed more natural to me with every passing

    minute. I followed her mother's instructions and opened

    wide when I saw her. At this point it seemed like the

    right thing to do.



    She looked down on me, smiled, and announced a cheerful "I

    got my book! Here goes nothing!"



    She turned around and began removing her shorts again,

    commenting that this was the point where "his little penis

    stood up" last time. Then she sat down and I was alone in

    the box just staring up at her bottom.



    "This may take a while" she announced to no one in

    particular.



    "Well, he's certainly not going anywhere. I'll do some

    stretching." Mom said.



    Allison opened her book. I felt strangely peaceful and

    resigned lying beneath her about to become her toilet.

    There was nothing that I could do about it anyway and she

    had proven herself to be such a remarkable girl that I

    don't know that I would have left even if I could have. I

    felt like I was floating, not too high and not too low.

    Lying flat on my back beneath her seemed like the right

    place for me to be. I was convinced that she deserved to

    use me in this manner.



    "Oh...I have to pee first" Allison said.



    "Then you are in the right place" mom answered without

    stopping her stretching. "Wide, Gregory. Keep it wide

    open."



    Allison sighed. I felt her lean forward just a bit and a

    steady stream of her piss started to cover my face. I did

    keep my mouth wide open and a fairly good amount got into

    my mouth. I let it build up there but was afraid to let it

    overflow. With a huge 'gulp' I swallowed it all down. It

    didn't taste as bad as I had anticipated. In fact it was

    warm and mildly flavorable. All in all, it wasn't too bad

    and it was exciting to think that I was drinking something

    that had been inside this superwoman just a few seconds

    ago.



    "He just gulped down a big mouthful of my pee. I heard

    it. I think that I can..."



    I looked up at her butthole which was now the center of my

    universe. Her cheeks were wide opened and her hole was

    puckering slightly. Then it relaxed.



    "Almost" she remarked with just a bit of frustration in her

    voice. "I'm going to meditate. That relaxes me and helps

    me go."



    She put the book down and sat up straight. A few seconds

    later she blew a fart right into my face.



    "Oops! Perhaps I should have mentioned that sometimes I

    break wind when I meditate."



    Mom was laughing. "He doesn't mind. He's just happy that

    you aren't beating the shit out of him right now."

    There was some truth to that. I was aware and comforted by

    the fact that the person pissing and farting and about to

    shit on me was truly special. A girl who could best me

    mentally and physically by a wide margin.



    She leaned forward again and seemed to be straining. I

    could see her cheeks open and her butt whole puckering

    again. I vaguely heard her mom clear her throat again and

    tap lightly on the floor with the baseball bat. She seemed

    close by. I kept my mouth wide open.



    I saw the turd emerge from her butt and I closed my eyes to

    help me get through this. Sure enough it landed right in

    my mouth, as Allison was precise in all things. It hit my

    tongue and the side of my cheek. It was warm and

    smelled...well it smelled like shit. I was afraid to move.

    Suddenly Allison grunted and another turd fell out, partly

    on top of the first one but now sticking out of my mouth

    and partly on my nose and upper lip. Now I could really

    smell it. As shit went it didn't smell too bad but it

    definitely reeked. To top things off she let out with a

    final huge fart and I was almost intoxicated by the mixture

    of her shit and her intestinal gas.



    Allison stood up and turned around to look at me. Her eyes

    were wide with amazement when she saw her shit filling and

    hanging out of my mouth.



    "Is he chewing?" mom asked. She tapped the bat on the

    ground. "If he isn't chewing here I can use this 'plunger'

    here to get a good flush out of him."



    I knew what I had to do. I slowly moved my jaw and felt

    Allison's shit begin to squish between my teeth. Pieces

    were hitting the back of my throat and I swallowed

    involuntarily. I was eating her shit. I opened my eyes

    and could see the two of them staring down at me intently

    through the toilet seat.



    "Mom he is eating my shit. That man is eating my shit.

    I can’t believe it."



    "Totally believable to me. You earned it, you did it to

    him. But he isn't finished yet."

    With the end in sight I gulped down as much as I could.

    After awhile it didn't get any worse and I got almost all

    of it down.



    "There is some left on your lip" Allison pointed out.

    I swiped the remaining piece into my mouth with my tongue,

    much to their delight, and swallowed it.

    "You know," Allison observed, "it does have a certain

    permanence to it. He ate my shit. He can never forget

    that. For the rest of his life when he thinks of me he

    will think of the girl who kicked his ass and then took a

    shit in his open mouth. Forever."



    "Exactly" mom said proudly. "But more importantly, how do

    YOU feel?"



    Allison thought about it for a second. "Empowered.

    Empowered and uplifted and unbeatable. I liked it. Thanks

    mom" she said before hugging her. "Um...I have to go get

    some toilet paper if you'll excuse me.



    "Okay" mom laughed. "He would probably be happy to lick

    the rest out of your ass but you are better off just

    getting some toilet paper."



    While Allison was out mom shocked me by telling me my full

    name, address and phone number. She had apparently gone

    through my wallet while I was in the toilet box. She

    explained that she wanted the full info on me just in case

    I left the cleaning company. In the meantime she said that

    she would call them if she needed my 'services' again.

    Then she told me to get up and clean everything off,

    starting with the floor and the toilet box. I was to clean

    my face and mouth last.



    I had just finished cleaning my face when Allison walked

    in. She had changed into dark slacks and a light blue

    sweater. She looked great. I was filled with a sense of

    admiration and lust for my conqueror.



    "Greg, I know that whole thing must have been extreme to

    you, but I've been thinking about it and I believe that my

    mom was right about the whole thing. You are you and I am

    me; we are at two different levels. I don't...I don't

    clean other people's houses. I'm getting a degree from

    Harvard, I have skills that everyone admires and I have

    worked hard to make myself a strong person in all ways. You

    haven't, Greg. Which is why what just happened, happened.

    Like I said, mom was right... it was right for me to use you as

    my toilet. And Greg, I plan on using you again when and if

    I need to. And I don't expect to have to physically beat

    you beforehand from now on."



    There was such confidence in her voice and such beautiful

    sincerity in her eyes that I could only nod my head in

    agreement. She stood up slowly.



    "I have to go now; I volunteer teach at the local after-

    school center. But we'll be in touch, okay?"



    She didn't offer her hand, she just left the room. I

    couldn't help but admire the beautiful butt that had just

    delivered my lunch to me.



    Mom then came in, pointed out some spots that needed

    additional cleaning and told me to get ready to leave. She

    also told me that they would contact me through the

    cleaning agency and reminded me that she had all of my home

    info.



    "You don't want me coming to your home and humiliating you

    in front of your family" she advised wisely.





    Epilogue



    Allison did contact me again through the agency and then

    started going directly to my cell phone. She would call me

    whenever she wanted to be 'enervated'. I came to not only

    tolerate the toilet sessions but actually came to enjoy and

    look forward to them. They seemed so right. If it was

    anyone else other than Allison, even if it was another

    beautiful woman, I don't think that I would have felt the

    same way. But she was beautiful and nice and so smart and

    capable.



    She would always explain why she was going to shit in my

    mouth. One time it was because a Harvard faculty member

    was coming to interview her for a special program and she

    wanted to be as sharp as possible. Other times she was

    preparing for tennis or martial arts tournaments. There

    was one bittersweet time when she told me that she was

    going out on a date with a congressman's son and thought

    that shitting in my mouth would set her at ease first. Her

    cell phone rang right in the middle of the session and I

    heard her laughing with the guy while she was shitting in

    my mouth. I'm sure that the guy had no idea what was

    happening or what type of woman he was getting. But he was

    one lucky guy.
     
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  3. OneAuthor

    OneAuthor Active Member

    I have read this one before, and while I normally prefer foot fetish / trampling stories...this is indeed a great scat story.
     
  4. toilet4u

    toilet4u Member

    This is one of the Greats and very envious of Greg!
     

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