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It was getting close to Labor Day when I got a call from Daria saying her daughter Colleen and her lover Kaitlyn were visiting and would I like to meet them. They were all going to the mall on Saturday and could pick me up and take me as well. There were some items I needed to get so I agreed. I had also been curious about Colleen and Kaitlyn ever since Daria told me about them the first time I met her in Dr. Cramer’s office after she’d had a panty poop “accident.” They lived in Phoenix now and both were captivated and enthralled by the scat fetish. I wondered if all four of us would ever have the opportunity to scat together sometime; Daria had often mentioned that wish to me when we were getting filthy with each other. Maybe this would be our chance.
Saturday came and I was looking forward to meeting them all. Daria and I were good friends and intimate scat partners by then, and had spent numerous afternoons and evenings thrilled with engaging in our favorite sexual activity: making love as we made each other messy with our piss and shit. I was primed and ready to do so again, only this time hoping we’d be joined by her daughter and her daughter’s lover. The possibilities of what that might lead to, the extent of the mess and fun we would have, was just about all I could think about.
Finally, I heard them climb the stairs to my apartment and I let them in. The resemblance between Daria and Colleen was obvious, the same full lips and striking cheek bones, and their slim well-proportioned bodies made them look like sisters rather than mother and daughter. Kaitlyn was a gorgeous woman, too, with light-brown hair, green eyes, and an hourglass figure. She was wearing a short mini-sweaterdress and plum-colored thigh-highs that revealed quite a bit of bare leg at the top. She also had on a thick black leather collar.
“Kaitlyn is my slave today,” Colleen said, “at least at the mall. We do this all the time in Phoenix and we both love it. Don’t we, Kaitlyn.”
“Of course, Mistress,” she replied in mock seriousness, even curtsying a bit as she said it.
We all laughed, but especially Colleen. “I knew I should have brought the leash for that collar so I could flog you when necessary,” she kidded her. “Such insolence!” She shook her head briefly and then continued speaking. “There’s a leather dyke bar we attend in Tempe where we go all-out, the leather clothes, whips and chains, obey-me-or-else routines, sometimes taking turns who the sub and domme will be, but generally the way we are now is the way we prefer it. Things can get pretty wild there with lots of sex and even watersports in a private area. Unfortunately, no one’s figured out a way to involve scat play as part of anything. I guess the mall would frown on that sort of behavior as well.”
“Yeah, probably so, even if it is just in Sark City,” said Daria with just a bit of sarcasm in her voice. “Somehow I get the feeling that’s not going to stop you much.”
“We talked out some scenarios,” said Kaitlyn. “We’ll see if we can still have some fun without getting into trouble.”
We got to the mall and seeing it was a Saturday and many stores were offering back-to-school sales, it was pretty crowded. I mentioned there were a couple of things I had to get, but I was much more interested in observing Colleen and Kaitlyn in action. Their goal was to shock, or at least to draw attention and make people wonder: Were they actually mistress and slave? What could that possibly mean to the “average” person at the mall? Were they lesbians? Were they acting in a depraved and unacceptable manner involving mistreatment and humiliation, and would anyone confront them?
How did they go about doing this? Besides being dressed like a slut, as already mentioned, Kaitlyn walked slightly behind Colleen, sometimes addressed her as Miss, did everything Colleen told her to without question, and carried her things for her. Kaitlyn was at Colleen’s every beck and call: whatever store Colleen entered, Kaitlyn had to follow, and she was not allowed to buy anything, not even look at anything unless Colleen pointed it out. She rarely berated her or made fun of her — they were too adult for that kind of behavior — but rather treated her mostly as if she were hardly visible, an insignificant speck not worthy of any attention at all. If Colleen sat on a bench, Kaitlyn stood behind her until Colleen deemed to notice her and told her to sit. Sometimes she didn’t notice at all and Kaitlyn just stood there, people staring at her. It was one humiliation after another. They were fairly sure that as long as nothing became physical, people would gawk and wonder but not actually do anything. So Colleen never laid a hand on her.
To counter-balance this dismal treatment and throw confusion in the minds of observers, Colleen would intersperse the mortifications with things that were quite ordinary, even pleasant. She would whisper something to Kaitlyn that would make her smile, or chat with her pleasantly on a bench for a few minutes. It didn’t happen often, just enough to give the impression maybe things weren’t so bad between them after all.
Often, şişli escort however, right after an amiable stretch, the humiliation would return with a vengeance. Once two couples walked past holding hands, and Colleen whispered something about them that made them both laugh. But then Colleen said, loudly enough to be heard by those around her, “You’d want to suck him off, the tall guy? You think because he’s tall his cock must be big, too? That’s wild, girl! You’d love that, wouldn’t you!” Kaitlyn acted helpless as Colleen mortified her.
One of the most humiliating things was when they were standing in front of the restrooms amidst a very rank but telltale odor, and Colleen made as if she were smelling Kaitlyn and then said in a loud voice, half in anger and half in jest almost, “Did you just fart? Are those your farts I’m smelling, Kaitlyn? You’re disgusting! Fortunately, we’re standing in front of the ladies’ room. Why don’t you go shit if you have to!” Colleen was berating her and laughing at her at the same time.
Very meekly Kaitlyn bowed her head and walked into the ladies’ room. It was Colleen, of course, I learned later who had farted which produced the vile odor everyone could smell.
Daria and I observed this episode while sitting next to each other on a bench sharing a coffee. “This reminds me of the times I’ve gone to parties as a scat slave,” I said. “That dominant-humiliation dynamic. This is so public, though. I’m not sure I like it.”
“Mmm,” Daria returned. “I think that might be the attraction for them, the fact that it is so public. Notice how they’re right at the edge of that line they know they can’t cross or someone will step in and say something, maybe threaten to call security. They’re very good, two outright exhibitionists, especially Kaitlyn. Colleen told me she really craves the humiliation, really gets off on it, and the more public it is, the more she likes it. Do you ever feel that humiliation when we’re scatting?”
“Deep down at a level I’m not very conscious of anymore, maybe,” I replied. “Sometimes I imagine I’m on a stage behind the curtain and when I’m at my filthiest, totally covered in shit and dying for more, the curtain is suddenly raised and staring at me, shocked out of their minds, is everyone I’ve ever known in my lifetime, family, colleagues, neighbors, everyone except you and my other scat friends, and I have the biggest orgasms ever, guaranteed.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” reacted Daria. “I relish all that filth so much and can never get enough of it, and if I ever think of it as being vile, it’s only to rub the face of the world in it. And that gives me such a power rush — just thinking about it now I can feel an orgasm building.”
“Exactly,” I reflected, smiling. “I love the way all that shit feels on my skin and tastes. It’s all such a positive.”
Daria chuckled, too, and leaning her body into mine, joked, “Shit, it’s getting awfully hot in here all of a sudden, isn’t it?”
“Down girl!” I ordered, laughing, taking her hand. “Colleen and Kaitlyn are causing enough of a scene for one afternoon without us creating another one. Plenty of time for that later.”
We went to the food court to have a late lunch. This was when things got really interesting. We chose a table slightly off-center from the others, one where there were a lot of people, but no kids. It was a rectangular table, a few feet longer than wide, and Colleen made Kaitlyn sit at one end which put her a little distant from us. This way she would have to speak louder to be heard by us. Kaitlyn, of course, had to get Colleen’s food order as well as her own, which included Buffalo wings and a few other spicy dishes.
“Perfect,” Colleen said when Kaitlyn returned. “Especially after the bacon and sausage we had for breakfast.” Daria and I had ordered some wings as well. We chatted about several things while we ate, though not so much Kaitlyn. As we were finishing up eating, Kaitlyn tried telling us about a work incident, but Colleen stared at her so harshly that she cut the story short.
Colleen suddenly interrupted her and said, “You are in such a talkative mood, why don’t you tell everyone what you did yesterday.”
She looked away and didn’t answer, so Colleen said again, “Go on, tell everyone how depraved you are, Kaitlyn. Speak!” This sounded like something they had hashed out beforehand, and would be extreme in its humiliation.
Becoming very distraught, Kaitlyn uttered, “No. It’s private. You said it was private.”
Colleen reacted angrily. “We’re with Dee Dee and Tira, girl,” (thankfully not using our real names). “We all know one another, tell them!”
“I don’t want to. Please.”
“You are really starting to piss me off now,” Colleen interjected even more angrily. “Tell them!”
About as softly as she could, and obviously upset, Kaitlyn said, “I ate her shit.”
“Louder, we can hardly hear you,” bellowed Colleen.
Almost shouting out of fear and frustration, she repeated, “I ate her shit!” It was blunt and outrageous enough that some people turned to look at her. Which was the point, of course. You taksim escort could see on their faces they didn’t know whether she meant literally or figuratively, but from her desperate look they were deducing she meant for real. To Daria and me the fact that she ate her shit, the real thing, scrumptious bite after bite, would be rather ho-hum news, nothing worth thinking twice about. But to everyone else sitting nearby, it would be shockingly disgusting. Obviously.
“Well, go on! And how did you do that?” Colleen asked in the same loud voice.
She looked away again, as if hoping not to have to answer. But she could feel the fury building in Colleen, so she turned her gaze back again and sputtered, “She shit a long turd in the toilet bowl and pushed my head in and made me grab it in my mouth, and then she lifted my head out and I ate it.”
With a furious tone, Colleen raged through clenched teeth, “I am so sorry I didn’t bring that leash with me, but I will smack you in a minute if you leave parts out, you fucking bitch! Tell all of it!” This was really pushing the limits, and I thought someone for sure would butt in and say something. But I was wrong.
Kaitlyn looked at her all panicky, scared what she might do next. “What?” she implored her. “What did I leave out?”
Colleen said nothing but raised her hand in the air. Some people, myself included, thought she was going to follow through on her threat and smack her, but instead she wiggled her index finger at her.
“Oh, that,” Kaitlyn groaned, somewhat relieved. “I stuck my finger in her ass to make her shit, then she did what I said and I fished it out with my mouth and ate it.” She looked away.
Colleen glanced around at us and smiled. “She is one fucking piece of work, isn’t she?” Then to Kaitlyn she said, “Did you like doing that? Eating my shit?”
When she didn’t answer, Colleen shook the table with her hands. “Did you, slut? Tell me!”
“Yes, of course. As always.” And she smiled. It was that smile that might have saved them.
I have to admit my pussy was getting wet hearing this. I could easily picture her doing what she said, which alone would cause a stir down there in me. But combine that with the attention it was generating from those nearby, and I was really starting to get horny. You could see the looks on people’s faces, shocked and surprised, disgusted even, but still unsure what to make of it, especially seeing Colleen and Kaitlyn were two adults and Kaitlyn was dressed like a slave girl. They were causing a slight disturbance, granted, but they weren’t getting physical, and although Kaitlyn appeared distressed, the amount of abuse was hard to tell. It was very possible they were just role playing, even joking (might they have been drinking and were now soused?), goofing back and forth (that smile made that a possibility). Which is why everyone decided to observe but not interfere.
Then it all got pushed up another notch. Kaitlyn suddenly farted (it was really her this time, no doubt about it) and worse than the noise was the smell. Even Daria and I, who both love that smell, the ranker the better, had to admit it was pretty stinky.
Colleen turned and admonished her. “Jee-sus, Kaitlyn, that stinks to high heaven! I thought I told you to take care of that before. Didn’t you shit then like I told you to do?”
“No, Miss, I tried but I couldn’t. It’s because of the Chinese restaurant we went to last night. It was very spicy.” She farted again, a long and drawn out one, which seemed even smellier. It was impossible not to notice and people began moving away. “I’m sorry,” she added to no one in particular, staring at the floor. “Maybe we should go.”
“Damn you, Kaitlyn, it figures you would ruin our Saturday at the mall just because you can’t shit when you should and fart the whole place up. Come on.”
“I can’t now,” Kaitlyn replied, very upset. “I’m shitting in my panties right now. Oh fuck, it’s really flowing out of me. It just started without warning. What should I do?” She looked at Daria and me for a few seconds and then at Colleen with a frightened, desperate look, like a trapped animal. She sat stone still, as if moving even one inch would prove disastrous and cause a giant mess on her chair.
“Is it soft mush?” Colleen asked.
“No, not mushy-mush like diarrhea; it’s a little hard, at least.” This conversation was conducted not exactly in whispered tones, but quite openly.
“We need to get out of this food court,” Colleen said. “You’re grossing everybody out, Kaitlyn. You’re so disgusting! Is your shit going to fall out onto the floor?”
“I think if I stand up slowly and walk carefully it might be okay. How far to the ladies’ room?”
“There’s an exit right over there,” Colleen indicated, annoyed. “We’ll head for that. Your sweaterdress is a dark color, at least, maybe it will hide any shit you get on it.” I wanted to tell her I’d be happy to put my hand under her dress and hold all that shit in for her, but that was only wishful thinking.
Kaitlyn stood slowly and everyone it seemed within 20 feet stared at her chair as if expecting mecidiyeköy escort to find a big pile of shit on it. But there was nothing. She did fart again, however, which elicited another loud remark from Colleen about how putrid it smelled. We made our way to the exit, all eyes on Kaitlyn, of course, everyone all around aware of what happened. When we got to the car Daria popped open the trunk and took out a dark-blue bedspread and she and Colleen stretched it across the back seat before Kaitlyn got in, followed by Colleen. Then they burst out laughing!
Daria and I got in the front seat and turned around to look at them. What in the world?
“Okay, you two,” I said. “What’s so funny? Did you really shit? Or was it all a ruse?”
Kaitlyn closed her eyes for a long second and replied after opening them, “Oh, yeah, Rita, there’s a huge load of shit back there, must be about ten pounds worth, and it feels fucking wonderful!”
“There is? What do you mean?” Colleen wondered, all perplexed. “How did it not leak out, at least a little? Those panties you’re wearing couldn’t possibly hold it in place if it’s as much as you say.”
“What panties?” Kaitlyn blurted. “Look.” She lifted her dress and revealed she was wearing an adult brief-style diaper.
“Where did that come from?” Colleen asked, suddenly as surprised as we were. “That wasn’t in the script.”
“I put it on when I went to the ladies’ room that time you yelled at me. I took my panties off and put them in my purse.”
Colleen howled. “You filthy bitch! You actually took a shit right there in the mall in front of everybody?”
“Yep, I did. Jealous?”
“Fuck yes! That must have felt wonderful, especially with all those strangers staring at you!”
“You should get an Oscar for that acting job, Kaitlyn,” I said. “You, too, Colleen.”
“Why her?” Colleen snickered, still peeved about being kept in the dark by her lover. “She wasn’t acting, that’s real shit in that diaper. Damn, girl, I wish I knew, I’d have really played it up for all it was worth!”
“So how did it feel, you two?” queried Daria. “Did it go as expected? It looked like you were having fun.”
Kaitlyn said, “It’s strange. Throughout the whole scenario, but mainly at the end, I could feel people staring at me, but are they feeling sorry for me, hating me for being disgusting, angry at me for letting Colleen treat me the way she is? It’s hard to tell. But all those powerful emotions are being directed at me, and I start to absorb them and feel supercharged by them.”
Colleen laughed and said, “Me, I’m just the fucking bitch they hate. But I feel a power surge, too, because I’m able to hold off all that hatred pretty confident they won’t do anything. Just as long as I remember not to cross that line and nothing physical happens. So far, anyway.”
“Speaking of supercharged,” Kaitlyn put in, “I feel so horny now. What do you say, Coll, want to check my diaper out right here? See how nasty it is?”
“Fuck yes!” hollered Colleen. “Let’s get messy!” Kaitlyn had her dress halfway off already, and Colleen was unbuttoning her jeans.
Daria said, “You two do whatever you feel like back there, just keep it confined to the bedspread. I’m going to start heading for home, which is a good 45 minutes from here. We’re like in the middle of Times Square on New Years Eve in this parking lot.”
“Okay,” Colleen responded. “Drive slow, though, take the scenic route; we might be at this for a while.”
Daria laughed and chided her. “That sounds a bit selfish, girl. Your mother and Rita might be looking forward to getting a little dirty ourselves when we get home. Maybe I’ll be breaking the speed limit all the way.”
Colleen chuckled and said, “Rita, do you want to join us back here? You’re certainly welcome.”
“Yeah,” added Kaitlyn, “another pair of hands spreading all this shit on me would be nice.”
“Us, on us,” Colleen giggled. “Don’t be hoggish, now.”
It was tempting to just hop over the seatback and join in with them, but we weren’t in a vehicle known for its spacious back seats. “I’d love to, but it would be a pretty tight fit, so maybe I’ll wait till Daria gets us home. I’ll watch, though. It smells fantastic.”
Colleen removed all her clothes and handed them to me for safekeeping, and Kaitlyn only had the diaper on. The diaper was packed full of shit. “You shit like a fairy tale giant,” Colleen joked. “Look at all of it. Now you know why I think I’m going to choke to death when you shit in my mouth sometimes.” She held her face over the partially lowered diaper and sniffed deeply. “Mmm, Rita is right, it does smell wonderful. Even more so close up.”
Kaitlyn lay on her back, her legs pulled back like a crab, and Colleen scooped most of the shit out of the diaper and placed it on her stomach. Kaitlyn immediately started spreading it on her tits and arms and then wiped her hands on her face. Colleen bent in to lick her tits, to half fill her mouth with brown waste and then kiss her lover, a long messy shit kiss. Colleen knelt as best she could and was just able to put her mouth on Kaitlyn’s shaved cunt; she curled her tongue under the hood above the opening and licked her there. Kaitlyn brought her hand down to her pussy and smeared it with shit, rubbing near the spot where Colleen licked. Colleen stayed in her position as long as she could.
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