Message-ID: <34281asstr$1009242605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: cowgirl_stupid@yahoo.com (cowgirl) X-Original-Message-ID: <62a64742.0112241204.6ce248b8@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 24 Dec 2001 20:04:21 GMT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: 24 Dec 2001 12:04:20 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} (NEW HUMILIATION STORY) Friends (F/F,humor,humil,mild watersports) Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2001 20:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, hecate "Friends" cowgirl Miss Corbitt's housekeeper, Rocheal discovers a erotic story while cleaining her house. (F/F,humor,humil,mild watersports) ________ I came home from the fund rasier and rememberd instantly, heart in my throat. The story I printed out from the internet, which I'd thoughtlessly left folded up in plain view on the couch, was gone. I crunged inside at the absence of it, knowing what happened, since I live alone. My maid, Rocheal, a dear friend of mine was working today, and my stomach was in knots knowing she must have moved it. I prayed she didn't read it. "Rocheal, did you see....a piece of *paper* on the couch?" I said as casualy as possible looking away. "Yes Miss Corbitt, I'm sorry, but I did." She said, her face brillant red. I locked eyes with Rochel, and we both stepped over each other, trying to consoul one another. "Please forgive me Rocheal, it's all my fault--" "No Miss Corbitt, I didn't mean to, I mean, it's your business..." "Your not upset with me?" "This is your house Miss Corbitt. Your things. I was snooping, I promise. I've worked for you for 18 years now--" " Rocheal, you have nothing to justifiy. I care for you like a sister, you know that. This is all my fault, and I'd hate to do anything to make you feel...uncomfortable." "Did you write this story Miss C?" "Goodness no! So you read it?" "A little bit. It's kinda...." " Yes, I know. I downloaded it off the internet, that's all. "Oh, that explaines it. You gotta watch out for the interten Miss C, there's a lotta sick stuff on it." "So I've heard. Don't worry dear, it was an accident, and I feel terribly silly for leaving it lying around in the frist place, that's all. I bet you were wondering, what the heck is *this* thing doing in Miss Corbitt's house, right?" (laughter) Well, yes, I did! I was think, what the heck? Exactly (more laughter) Your all liike, what in the world?" "Right, right Miss C. I was totally freaked out by it. I was all like, Miss C likes these weirdo pee pee stories now! I was like, maybe I'd better just...moooove along now, bye bye Miss C, nice kowing ya! (laughter).... "Exactly! That's why I was worried. I raced home, just, well, realized you'd found it by accident, that's all. I was afraid of what you'd think if --" "No, no. no. I knew in a second - not my Miss C. I just knew it was some dumb --" "misunderstanding....?" "Right." Rocheal said as we hugged and she started for the bathroom with a wet rag. I sat down, wiping the tears from my eyes I'd cried with laughter and relief so much, when I saw her standing before me. "So....what in the world were you doing downloading such a weird story like that Miss C. if you don't mind..." "Oh Rocheal, was it really so weird?" "Well when the two women were--you know, in the bathroom, together? That was kinda..." "So you read the whole thing?" "No, I just....skimed it." "Rocheal, was there any part of it that didn't scear you?" " I never said it scread me, It's just not my thing, two girls doing *that* together, that's all. I mean, *that* way, you know, like the story ended, with them in the bathroom together, on the floor and all. It didn't scear me, I'm just not...." "...a lesbain?" "No, into pee pee. When I have to go potty, I go in a bowl, not on another girl's you-know-whatie. I mean, come on Miss C, doesn't that turn your stomach to even....imagine?" "I'm not defending the thing Rocheal, I'm just curious why your so defensive about it? You didn't like the friendship between the wto women in the beginning? "They weren't friends Miss C, the woman was her servant." I felt stung by her words, and frowned at her tone. "You don't consider me your friend Rocheal?" "I don't mean to be rude Miss C, but we travel in different circles, right? I don't go to your fund raisers, and you don't play bingo on Thursdays. The only time we see each others is when I come to work, right?" "Well... I guess, but in that story, the woman seemed to really love her serving girl, I think, at the beginning anyway, there was some real affection for her....don't you think?" "Okay, Miss C, lemme ask you -- when the serving girl want to the bathroom on the lady privte parts, why do you think she agreed to do it? Do you think the lady in that story would risk asking one of her high class friends do that all over her?" "Probably not. But don't you think, since the serving girl was the one...well, doing the...deed, she's in a superious position? Don't you think it was nice of the lady to reverse their roles in an intimate moment like that, when they were being lovers?" "Lovers? Your fooling your self Miss C. You don't urinate all over your lover, and besides, the lady still has all the power. If she didn't piss on that old bag, she'd be fired in a second right? I mean, the story didn't come out and say it, but you don't seriously believe that the lady wouldn't have found somebody else if the serving girl hadn't obednetly emptied herself all over the woman's...vagina like that?" "I disagree. Even if the lady did fine another girl...someone to take her place for their little...bathroom escipades, that wouldn't change her still keeping the service girl on. She'd just find another bathroom playmate, that's all. "So much for their friendship. See?" "Why couldn't they still be friends? It's just urin. Some cultures actualy drink it, and it's doesn't carry the same bacteria that fecies does. I actually would defend the Idea that, between consenting friends and lovers, urin could not only bridge the gap, but actualy...enhance sexual intmacy." "Now your talking crazy Miss C. All you collage girls get these crazy Ideas in their heads from those nutty feminists. I'm not talking about piss, I'm talking about the fact that, nothing will ever change the fact that, as long as you PAY ME, we can't be friends. I like you Miss C, I really do, but it we were to be, like...some lesbain couple or something, be stil coing your housework would mess things up. You don't screw your teacher, or your boss, or you because you OWE their sorry butts. " "Okay, let's remove that obstical. Rocheal, from this day forword, I will continue to pay you your usual fee, but I no longer expect you to do any housework." She paused and looked at me with puzzled look. "Your kidding." "I'm totally serious. If that's the only way to prove to you were really friends under these roles." "Don't offer something like this Miss C, cause I'll take you up on it." "Do it. take me up." "What's the catch." "No catch." "The catch is, you win a friend. In fact you just bought one." "oooohhh Rocheal!!!! Your making me crazy!!!! Why can't you believe I am your equel?" " Do you mean to tell me if I go into that bathroom you have in there and piddle all over you, you not only wouldn't be pissed off, you'd continue to be my friend, and pay me, every week, even if I stopped cleaning your house? You belive our *friendships* that strong?" "Appearntly I believe in it more than you do." "Don't be snippy Miss C, go get into the bathroom then." "What?" "Don't act shocked. Just go get your rich fat ass into the bathroom so I can go pee pee on you. I have to go anyways..." "Rocheal!" "Miss C, we both know why you printed out that story. Now, I ain't no lezzie, but I am curious to see if you let me. Are you gonna deny you don't like read stories about women who piss on your lovers Miss C?" I said nothing. "What about your maid? Are they okay to piss on?" I paused at her bizarre words, feeling shameful heat inside. She was just, staring at me, and I was melting under her gaze. "Rocheal, don't be cruel." I managed weakly. Suddenly Rocheal walked over to me, pealed off her jeans off, exposing her cotton panties and creamy thighs, and bluntly... ...sat on my lap. I was speechless. "ROCHEAL! What are you doing?" I said, trying to pushing her off. "I have to GO potty, now. We don't need a bathroom." "Rocheal, don't you DARE! You'll ruin my chair's fabric! Get off me, your hurting my thighs!" I panicked, patting her arm with too little effort, as her warm legs and weight easily pinned me to the chair, tears filling my eyes at my helplessness. "I'm doing it Miss C. Can you feel it? Can you feel my piss yet?" "Oooohhhhhh.....Jesus, why are you doing.....please....." "...'cause I'm your stupid little serving girl Miss C, right? And you've been dying for me to piss on you ever since you let me 'find' that filthy story of yours, haven't you? Admit it. " "ooohhhhh..." I whinned, warm wetness spreading across my lap and trickling down my calves as I sat there, wrething in pure humiliation. It was so unreal, but the smell was unmistakable! She started to get up, when I panicked, stupidly blurted out. "Wait ...! " "Wait? You asked me to stop and I stopped. Now you say 'wait'. Poor Miss C can't make up her silly little mind?" I blushed in humiliation. Why had I asked her to wait? Why? And why did I just sit here and do nothing while she... "Please --- p-please piss on me, some more." I pleaded. "Why? How much is it worth to you? Is it worth four hundred dollars?" she asked, smiling down at me. I was hopeless and by now I could feel her warm fluids mingling with my own in my panties. She got out of my lap and made me pay her on the spot, while she stood looking down at me, naked from the waiste down, one her shoe perched on my chair's arm. I couldn't help but peek at the dark hair of her sex, now visible through the soaked crotch of her panties. "A pleasure doing business with you," she said, taking my money from me and tucking it in her bra. She loomed before me, pulling the crotch of her panties to the side and spread the lips of her pussy. I knew what was going to happen and tried to look away, but I couldn't tear my eyes away and stared with perverse facination as the warmth gushed forth, soaking my dress and burning my blinking eyes while she deliciously soiled my face. As that wasn't humiliating enough, I came there on spot without even being touched. And with that, rocheal pulled herself away, wiped her dripping vagina with my floral print nine hundred dollar desginer dress, hiked her jeans back up and walked to the door. I was shaking with what I just passivly let happened. Part of me wanted to slap her silly, scream in her face. Fire her. I felt violated, and despite my reaction, what Rocheal did hurt, was cruel, and *was* a hostaile act of aggression. Not friendship. I burst into tears, cover in her urin, knowing I'd never feel the same about her again, yet I'd never been more arousd in my whole life. "Look at me Miss C. There's still some of your stinky piss is all over my ankle. Would a friend to that to another friend Miss C? Would she?" "..uh....were not 'friends' anymore Rocheal. Goodbye." My icey voice managed. "No, were not. Glad you FINALLY see my point! See you next week?" Rocheal said in a casual voice as if nothing happened. "Okay!" I cheerily said out before I could stop myself, my face instantly going cherry red. Then I panicked, turned in a panic back to her, blubbering: "But Wait -- Rocheal -- I'm not paying you to clean my house anymore..." She smirked back to me as she walked out. 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