Natasha

Natasha's Birthday (part two)

By Will Adams and Mark

Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli stood gazing down at thirty-five-year-old Pamela Grasso, who was on her back at Natasha's feet. The tall, raven-haired, precociously curvy Natasha was at peace, her gluttonous appetite for domination and degradation temporarily sated by having fed a large piss and shitmeal to the stunningly beautiful blonde who was groveling at her feet.

Her mother, Beverly, knelt behind Natasha, her tongue and lips skillfully cleaning the remnant fecal matter from her daughter's anus and buttcrack. Her mother was, indeed, feasting on anus.

"Life doesn't get much better than this,' mused Natasha. 'Filling the belly of an attractive woman with my piss and shit - always satisfying. Filling the belly of a rich, aristocratic, stuck-up, blond cunt like this - pure delight. Making her beg for it, thus demonstrating to her the reality of how low she has sunk - priceless."

However, Natasha was never sated for long. Suddenly she stepped away from her mother's practiced tongue, to bend over and grab a handful of Pamela's short, blond hair. The blonde squawked in pain and surprise as Natasha yanked upward, forcing her to rise to hands and knees, then to her feet to avoid having the hair pulled from her scalp.

"Owwowwowwow! Oh my God that hurts Natasha! What the hell-"

Crack! Crack! Natasha silenced the slut with two brisk, openhanded slaps across the face, forehand then backhand.

"Shut up, you lowly shitwhore! Don't you dare question anything I do to you!"

"I've decided to honor you far beyond what you deserve by adding you to my stable of blond, lesbian scat whore slaves. You're no longer just a casual toilet slut - you're a slave now. My slave. You've got a lot to learn about being a slave, and we may as well get started right now."

Her features set in a snarl, Natasha pulled the blonde forward by the hair so that she could glare down into her eyes at close range. "From now on, there are only three situations in which you may speak while in my illustrious presence."

"Situation number one. After my sacred body has blessed your unworthy mouth with a gift, and after swallowing said gift, you may express your heartfelt gratitude by saying, 'Thank You, Goddess Natasha.' Say no more than that and no less than that."

"Situation number two. You may answer any question that I ask of you. Answer fully, but at no longer length than necessary. You will end every statement with 'Goddess Natasha' to show proper respect to your new Owner."

"Situation number three. Occasionally, it may be necessary for you to initiate speech. Perhaps you'll need to deliver a message; perhaps you'll need to report the completion of a task. In such a situation, you may approach my divine presence, drop to your knees and touch your forehead to the floor at my feet. If I desire to immediately hear what you have to say, I'll say 'Speak slave,' and then you may speak. More likely, I will ignore you. You will remain in position, your forehead touching the floor at my feet until I give you permission to speak. If what you have to say wasn't important enough to bother me, you'll incur my wrath."

"Now, do you understand when you may and may not speak, slave?"

Pamela swallowed and said, "Yes, Goddess Natasha."

"Good. I'll try to keep things simple, as befits the low intelligence of the typical blonde. Now, follow me." Natasha pulled on Pamela's hair, marching her across the living room, down a hallway and into a large restroom. She shoved her forward in front of a full-length mirror. Natasha stood behind her, the teenager's fist still locked in her hair, gazing over Pamela's shoulder at the blonde's refection in the mirror.

"Look at yourself, slave." Pamela regarded herself in the mirror, shocked at her appearance. Her always-fastidious makeup was smeared across her face, mascara streaks descended from her eyes. Her cheeks were marked with red blotches from Natasha's slaps. Her nose was swollen and distended with blood-stained gauze packing that poked out of her nostrils. Her lips and chin were marked with brown stains, remnants of the large shitmeal Natasha had fed her only minutes ago.

Her expensive hairdo, that part of it that wasn't resident in Natasha's closed fist, was a total mess, parts of it matted down against her scalp, parts of it poking up in wild tufts.

"Smile, slave." Pamela's lips grimaced into a ghastly parody of a smile, exposing her expensively maintained, professionally whitened teeth. They were smeared with the remnants of her scatmeal, with larger particles of shit packed into the spaces between them. She gazed at her own reflection in wonderment, then regarded the reflection of Natasha over her shoulder.

Natasha's angelic countenance was set in an expression of smug satisfaction, the knowing face of a superior woman.

"I like bringing a slave in here right after I feed her, to let her see for herself. To see the reality of what she has become.

"This is your reality now, Pamela. Look at yourself! You're a toilet. My toilet. Your belly is full of my piss and shit. I'll use your mouth whenever I want. You have nothing to say about it except, 'Thank You, Goddess Natasha' when I've finished using your mouth. You are useless for anything else."

"Behold the wealthy, sophisticated thirty-five year old woman that lets herself be slapped around and used as a toilet by a young girl not even half her age. How pathetic is that? Answer me, slave!"

Natasha noticed with satisfaction that fresh tears were causing Pamela's eyeliner to streak even further down her face.

"It's very pathetic, Goddess Natasha. Totally pathetic. Oh, I'm so ashamed of myself - of what I've become, Goddess Natasha." Pamela sobbed softly.

"Awww, did I make the widdle girl cry?" Natasha mocked. "Look at yourself! What a mess! You stink of shit and piss! You totally disgust me! Why I even allow you into my divine presence to pollute my environment is beyond me." She yanked Pamela away from the mirror and shoved her toward the sink.

"Get yourself cleaned up as best you can, then report to me in the living room. I've got some instructions for you and a list of errands. Get moving, slave, it's getting late."

Ten minutes later a freshly scrubbed Pamela returned to the living room. Natasha was sitting in the same chair where she had received Pamela's oral adoration earlier in the evening, writing on a notepad. asslick and cuntlap, the naked, blond teen sisters, were down on their knees before her. They had removed Natasha's black maryjanes and white knee socks and were industriously tongue cleaning her feet.

"Well slave, you certainly took your time," Natasha said. She pulled her feet away from the sisters and draped her legs over the arms of the chair, treating Pamela once again to sight of her captivating pussy, spread wide for her admiration. The sisters, not having been instructed otherwise, shuffled sideways on their knees and bent once again to their appointed task of cleaning their Owner's feet. Natasha pointed to a spot directly in front of the chair and said simply, "Kneel."

Pamela sank to her knees, her eyes locked on the glorious display of teen cuntflesh, spread out like a banquet before her. Her mouth began salivating, and she licked her lips repeatedly, eagerly anticipating Natasha's order to dive in and began dining at the Y. Natasha, however, gave no such order. She went back to writing on her notepad, ignoring the drooling blond slave kneeling before her spread pussy.

The pause gave Pamela a few moments to reflect on what a true piece of shit she had become. She burped quietly and Natasha's shit flushed back up in her throat. My God, she thought, what a wack job I have become.

Several minutes later Natasha finished writing and ripped the page from her notepad. She read it over a final time then handed it to the blonde kneeling before her.

"Slave, this is a list of errands. You are to return here tomorrow evening at six o'clock sharp. I expect you to have completed every errand on this list. Read it over now to see if there is anything you don't understand. I tried to keep it simple since I was writing it for a blonde."

Pamela read over the list:

Preparations for Natasha's 14th Birthday, to be accomplished by Pamela Grasso at her own expense.

1. Locate and reserve a suitable suite for party at one of the swanky hotels downtown. Suite should be the best the hotel has to offer. Must be able to accommodate up to fifty people. Reserve for three days, to allow for setup and cleanup.

2. Hire caterer to provide sufficient food and drinks for party.

3. Contract baker to provide custom items for party: a. Ass cake: large, white-frosted cake in the shape of Natasha's bare bottom, (see sketch at bottom of page. Birthday inscription in black icing, see sketch.) b. Pussy cake: large, white-frosted cake modeled after Natasha's spread cunt. Use black, brown, and pink icing to draw cunt. (See sketch at bottom of page.) c. Turd rolls: chocolate, creme-filled, baked confections, (see sketch and dimensions at bottom of page.)

4. Purchase throne, dais, queening stool, plexiglass slave toilet, and whipping bench from BDSM Depot. (See catalog numbers at bottom of page.) Contact slave Amber Harris, (phone number and address at bottom of page) for help. Use Amber's SUV to transport items to Natasha's home. Amber and Pamela are responsible for setting up the furniture in the basement.

5. Purchase crystal service at Dillard's, (catalog number at bottom of page) to be used for communion service of supplicants to Goddess Natasha.

"Well slave, do you have any questions?"

"Uh, I don't know Amber Harris. Are you sure-"

"Amber is my oldest, most reliable toilet slave. She will do absolutely anything I demand. For example, she helped me to enslave her very own daughters. Amber is the mother of these two useless brats, asslick and cuntlap.

I'll call her tonight and issue instructions. She'll be by your house to pick you up early in the morning. Anything else, slave?"

"I will carry out your errands to the letter Goddess Natasha. Now, may I please worship your divine pussy to show my gratitude for being your slave?" Pamela pleaded, wiping drool from the corner of her mouth.

"Hmmm," Natasha pretended to consider the request. She reached down with both hands and spread her plump, cuntlips further apart, exposing her large, dominant clit to further tantalize the eager slave.

"I think not, slave. I don't want your stinking toilet mouth on my twat - I can smell your shitty breath from here. Be grateful that I have allowed you to spend this time down on your knees admiring the superiority and perfection of my twat at close range. That alone is a great privilege. Perhaps tomorrow, if you have successfully completed your errands, you may get a taste of this. However, I do have you a special treat for you tonight."

"I want you to start slowly stroking your nasty little slut clitty, slave. But, don't you even think about coming until I give you permission! That's it, rub it slowly. Look at the magnificent cunt that owns you now, Pamela. The cunt that totally rules your life."

"asslick, fetch my gym bag." asslick returned in short order with a gym bag. Natasha unzipped it, rummaged around and pulled out a pair of white cotton panties. She leaned forward and spread the crotch of the soiled panties across Pamela's lower face.

"I've worn these during my daily workouts for the past week. They're loaded with my sweat, urine, and pussy secretions. Inhale slave."

Pamela inhaled deeply through her nose, filling her nasal passages with the raunchy panty smell of her Owner as she stared at the source of that aroma spread enticingly before her. She moaned softly, her pussy spasming as she contemplated the depths of her degradation.

"You can take those panties home with you tonight. You have my permission to sleep with them across your face. You can lick the crotch and frig yourself off as many times as you want during the night as you smell your Owner's holy essence. Suck out every trace of my essence from the cotton fabric. Aren't I generous, slave?"

"Oh, yes!" Pamela moaned. "Thank you so much for your divine panties, Goddess Natasha."

"I'm going to enjoy using you, Pamela. Using you and using your hubby's money. Tomorrow, you'll get your first pussywhipping, which will teach you that you are totally owned. Then, I'm going to sit on your face and pierce your nipples while you lovingly tongue my asshole. I'm going to be very hard on you slave, but there will also be rewards for you in the future. Rewards that only I can provide. Tongue cleaning my feet and asscrack after I get back from a long, hot, sweaty workout. Giving me pedicures and painting my toenails. Suckling at my perfect asshole for hours as I read a magazine and watch TV. Waxing and trimming my divine pussy. Worshipping my bloody twat during my period. And, the ultimate reward for a shitwhore like you, swallowing a big, hot, stinking shitmeal. OK, slave - you can come now and dream of how much I'm going to abuse you and perhaps ruin your life."

And Pamela, overwhelmed by the smell and sight of her true Owner, came with an intensity she had never experienced, her pussy spasming over and over in an orgasm that seemed to go on forever, as her muscles turned to jelly and she slumped to floor, barely conscious. As she came down from her orgasmic bliss, she realized that everything Natasha had said was true. She was now totally owned by the haughty teen princess, beyond any hope of escape.

Author's note: Thanks for the letters, write and tell of particular scenes you'd like to see.