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The Ugly Duckling I wasn't exactly popular in high school and neither was she. We were just kind of a normal couple of kids. We liked hanging out in the broken down barn and kissing. She liked going to my football games where I sat the bench most of the time and hanging out in the stands. There was just something really calming about our relationship. That was four years ago when I had greasy brown hair and pimples. Now I've matured a bit and have clearish skin and take care of my hair a lot better. But Taylor, my girlfriend? She lost her braces, her stomach flattened, and she learned what squats and front toe lifts do for your butt... Essentially, she blossomed from the awkward kid with a braces-induced speech impediment into one of the hottest chicks on the University campus. She needed a lot of help with her accounting homework, but she'd help me if I needed it, so I didn't mind doing some of her assignments. I remember the transformation starting to take place sophomore year, really. She joined a sorority freshman year and told me she'd stay loyal, but asked me to help clean the sorority house, which I did. We dated since sixth grade, so I had no reason to think otherwise. I'm not ugly, but I'm just remarkably average. Taylor started needing more and more help, but she was so pretty and so loyal, so I went along with it all. Sophomore year was when it really hit me how beautiful Taylor was becoming. She wore makeup, but not too much. Her hair seemed to shimmer and shine. And her popularity on campus skyrocketed when she finally got over her fear of singing and dancing in public. The dance team offered her a scholarship and now everyone knew about Taylor. Guys would fall over themselves and offer to do her laundry, pay for her lunches while she was out, and just all around lived to serve her. It was pathetic, but she seemingly liked the attention without giving into their sexual advances. Here's the weirdest part: Taylor didn't break up with me... Guys way better looking or guys with better career prospects would come around and hit on her, but she stayed with her anthropology studying, average looking Scott. It became one of her most common phrases, "I don't want to go home with you. That's Scott, he's my boyfriend." She'd smile and they'd walk away. It was insane, but... Well I was dating the hottest person on campus! Senior year started and Taylor was busy a lot, but we spent every night together and decided to move in together. I essentially did all the cooking and cleaning since she was so busy. Taylor and I had a sex life that slowly disintegrated to once a month, then it seemed like second semester it was mostly just me using my mouth on her ass and her pussy. I liked those things too, and she would occasionally throw me a handjob once a month or so. I mean, I got to eat the pussy and ass of the hottest girl on campus and nobody else was having sex with her, so that's awesome. We graduated and headed to Boston. She got a job at a high powered accounting firm, but it seemed like she really didn't actually do anything. It was more of the same. I had a harder time finding a job, but she told me I'd be living with her anyways. Just had to make sure the apartment was always spotless and to make sure I kept my tongue at the ready for her pleasure. It was kind of a sweet deal. It's been a year here in the city, and I've yet to find a job, but I keep the apartment spotless, per our deal... Until one day... Taylor came home and saw the spoon I'd use to have a taste of ice cream after putting the dishes in the dishwasher, so it would have to wait until the next cycle... "SCOTT! GET IN HERE," she boomed. I scurried in quickly with a rag and pledge in my hands, "Yes, Taylor, sweetie?" "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS," she shouted, pointing downwards to the sink. "It's a spoon de---." "I KNOW IT'S A FUCKING SPOON YOU OBTUSE MORON! BUT WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS WHY MY APARTMENT IS SO FUCKING DIRTY!" "Um.. 'Our' apartment is---." "Oh my god... You... You never picked up on it... Hahahaha!!! This isn't 'our' apartment. This is 'my' apartment. You're just my servant." I physically took a step back. Taylor had never spoken to me like this before. I finally said, "What... No. I just ate you out last night!" Her laugh pierced the air, "Hahahaha! You ate me out? No! You ate my ass, after a huge shit. Come on! You had to have seen all the shit smear around my asshole. My god, you loser... You really didn't know you were my slave?" "Slave? I thought you said servant?" "Well I don't pay you. I give you a list of things to do each day and you do them without question. You live here because I say you can. And on top of all that, you lick my asshole clean after I have a shit. Come on... I fart in your face nightly, and all I say is 'gotta fart' and you hurry to my ass on your knees just so I can drop ass on your face. You thought that's what a relationship was? I mean... It's a relationship, but it's more of a 'Master/slave' relationship. I own you. You see that right?" Everything came into perfect focus slowly... I did all of Taylor's homework for the last three years of school. She slowly had me stop having sex. She kept me away from all other people and I had no friends. She kept me around to literally be a cleaning, cooking, tongue using slave... "When did you turn me into this?" "So you're accepting your slavery openly, then?" "I... I don't know... I guess I didn't even know I was a slave..." "But you accepted it. You accepted being a slave in all but name, so why change things? I give you food, water, shelter, you want for nothing. And look at my ass, here," she stuck it out, "You get to lick that ass clean after a shit. Here... I know what would make things better for you, follow me..." She went into the bathroom and motioned for me to lay on the floor. I obeyed. Taylor squatted over my face with Her bare ass and ripped a nasty, solid fart. BRRRRSPSSSSSPPPSSTTTT "Open your mouth, I have to take a shit." I obeyed. "I'll just start taking my shits in your mouth, this will unblur the lines of your slavery. Maybe that's my problem. I did it too subtely." My mouth quivered and tears ran down my face... I wasn't her boyfriend? Was I really her slave? I mean... I was letting her rip another fart into my mouth and it echoed through the room. PUUUUUUUURRRRRRSSSSSSSSSS She giggled above me and I started to cry openly. "Oh stop crying. If you didn't want to eat my shit, you wouldn't have laid on the ground. That's why I kept you as my slave. You just accepted everything. You did all my homework, you cleaned my sorority house. You know they all thought of you as their slave too, right? You cleaned their toilet... Well... When you brush your teeth from now on, you'll be cleaning my toilet. I'll be much clearer about our arrangement now. Clear like this..." She had me put my hands on her big butt cheeks and spread them. Her anus was now exposed to my eyesight and I watched as it opened and released a huge burst of gas. The tears blurred everything, but there was no mistaking the monstrous BLLLLEERRRPPPTTTSSSS that was just a fart, but it was so dense it felt like i was chewing on Her fart... i smacked my lips together. "Oh nice! you're enjoying the flavor of my farts, huh? That's pretty awesome... Gives me more confidence to do... THIS!" A squirt of a foul scented brown liquid shot out of Her asshole and landed in my mouth. I kept my mouth open long enough for Her log to erupt next. All eight inches of it sprung out so fast, smashing into the back of my throat, packing my mouth completely full though because it was so soft that it just conformed to my mouth. She stood up slightly and saw that my mouth was completely packed. "Full mouth, huh? Well I'm not done, so I guess you'll have to enjoy the rest of the smell of this on your face until you've consumed my feces. Hahaha. Eat My shit, slave." She squatted back down and unleashed the next turd, a small four incher under my nose, it hung like a mustache and it was the only thing i could smell. i wanted to puke, but instead i found myself trying to chew!!! She was still squatting and let off a rancid 15 second blast of gas. TTSSSSSSSLLLLLLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPTTHTHTHTHTHTHTTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTHTTHTHTHTTHTHTHTHTTHTHTHTHTHTHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSSSS-PLURPT At the end of it all, another soft turd landed right on my eyes. I had them closed the whole time because splotches of Her shit flew out of Her ass and onto my face. The amount of gas was outrageous and She just stood up and went into the other room cracking up laughing. "Wash up when you're done eating ALL of My shit and then come into the bedroom. Leave the little turd mustache for last. I want you smelling My shit as potently as possible until the very end." i was sitting here with a mouth full of shit and the degradation of a lifetime. Was i really up for this? i finally made progress chewing and swallowing. Good god it was horrible. The taste was so nasty! But i finally got past the slime of it and swallowed hard. i scooped up the load from my eyes and it was smaller than it felt, the heat from it still on my eyelids as i took it away. It was a hot load of shit, that's for sure. i put it in my mouth and it was distinctly spicier than the first turd. i remembered how much Master Taylor liked spicy food... What did i just call Her? The last turd, the small one under my nose, tasted bland. Like dirt. Must have been a snack She had and not a meal. It was strange that now Her meals would be my meal as well, but... Well... After She had 'processed' them for me... Master Taylor would use me... Hang on, what did i say?! i crawled into the shower and washed my face off completely and then crawled to the bedroom. She was watching TV on Her hands and knees, sticking Her huge butt out in the air. "Lick Me clean, boy." "Yes, Master Taylor... I mean Taylor..." "No," She smirked, "That's what this is. Let's be open about it. Call Me 'Master Taylor' from now on. you're not scott anymore, either. you'll be 'boy' or 'slave'. Now lick My ass clean, slave. It's a nice dessert for you after My dump." She went back to watching TV like this was normal, not the first time She'd just used me as Her toilet. i went behind Her and saw Her pussy and anus. i saw the huge ass cheeks She had worked so hard to sculpt. And then i saw my future evaporate as i gently, carefully cleaned Her shitty ass with my tongue like the pathetic loser-slave i was. Afterwards, Master Taylor told me She liked the arrangement and decided not to offer me freedom like She'd originally planned... "I thought about it, slave. I was going to give you a choice, but... Well that's just not right. Giving you a choice to become a slave came years ago when I asked you about cleaning the sorority house and licking My ass and cleaning My home and doing my homework and now finally with eating My shit. you just did all those things without being commanded as a slave... you just are My slave. That's just... That's kind of it. you had a chance, but you made your choices and clearly you like serving Me. So... That's it. you're My slave now. The end. Do you understand?" There wasn't even a hesitation, "Yes, i understand Master Taylor." "Good. I didn't anticipate a problem." It's been another two years and She's advanced Her career basically by wearing tight business suits at work. Her job has evolved into Her being pretty at meetings and taking the other companies off their guard. She bought a bigger home that i now clean, but it's just more rooms to keep tidy. Sure it's a weird life being a slave, but really isn't it all i'm good for? Master Taylor seems to think so, and that's alright with me. |
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