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Part 1: A kiss in the mirror
?Now get down on your knees!?
I looked at the floor. The tiles were wet, footprints in dirt. Footprintsleft by shoes of many men emptying their bladders hour after hour. I felt slightlynauseous. The shivering worsened. I could smell the urine on the floor, I couldsee the yellow surfaces of urinals. I couldn't. I couldn't do it.
?Get DOWN on your knees, Helen? said David impatiently. ?Now!? he added, liftinghis voice just a little bit to show his irritation. I looked down in shame.
?I? I can't do it? The shivering intensified. I hesitated looking up to hisface to see his reaction.
He was staring at me as if thinking whether slapping me was the thing to do.
?Aw, come on. What the fuck is this now? Eh? What the FUCK?? His voice roseat the end of the sentence and produced a brief echo in the men's room.
?David, please? my voice sank. I was barely able to whisper. I knew he'd bemad. ?I??
?Aw, shut the fuck up, man.? He cut right into it. ?Shut the fuck, up, Helen,I don't need to hear your excuses. Just get DOWN on your fucking knees rightnow or stop wasting my time with your babbling.? He made a gesture as if hewas going to leave.
?No? David, please? I looked at the floor again. No, I couldn't do it.
?Aw, fuck? said he in a disappointed voice. He checked the time on his telephone. ?Yo,I knew you were a disappointment, Helen. Fuck. I did hope you'd come throughfor me, but now I'm not sure why. You're just not like that. You talk the talk,but that's about it. When it comes to putting your money where your mouth isyou're just a little scared girl.?
By this point the shivering turned into trembling. I was beyond control, mythroat dry and tight, my eyes going blind from the tears. I was shaking myhead left to right. I wanted to tell him how much he meant to me, I wantedto tell him he was the only man I cared about. I wanted to tell him that Ijust needed some more time. I'd do it for him. For him I would.
But I couldn't speak. I was staring at him, tears starting to roll down mycheeks. I was unworthy of looking into his face, the failure staring back insilence. He was right. I was a worthless cunt. I was a waste of his time.
David never punished me for anything. I deserved my punishment, oh, how Ideserved it. I deserved to be slapped right there on the spot. Slapped likea little girl acting obnoxiously in front of her parents, or a prostitute actingup in front of her pimp. I deserved to have my hair pulled and to be forcedto my knees, to have my face shoved into the urinal right there. But, Davidnever punished me for anything. He never cared enough to punish me, never cared.
I looked at the floor. I closed my eyes, then opened them again. It didn'tget any cleaner. I started lowering myself slowly. For him. For him, I willdo it. I didn't deserve him, but he didn't deserve me refusing his orders.
David noticed the change in my attitude and mumbled approvingly. ?That's morelike it, sweetie, show me you can be a good girl.? He seemed pleased that thesituation was getting firmly under his control. ?But first, I want you to takeyour shoes off.?
I looked at him in puzzlement for a second. He nodded reassuringly, smilingat me, all his impatience and anger now just a distant memory. He made a gesturewith his hand, encouraging me to take my shoes off. I was wearing pointy, sexyhigh heels, just for him. The shoes he pointed out in a shop's window one dayand said ?These are the shoes for a true whore. The one that's true at heart'.I bought them the next morning and the next evening I had one of the strongestorgasms in my life. True at heart.
These shoes had higher heels than any shoes I ever owned before. They werenot particularly comfortable or easy to walk in. Wearing them made me feelvery self-conscious, the first few days I was barely able to walk the streetsbecause I imagined everyone's eyes on me. They make me look like a whore, Ikept telling myself.
I remember the salesgirl at the shop while I was trying them on. I couldn'tbelieve how calm and businesslike she was. Because I was breathless and hotin the face. I knew I was blushing as the unknown sensation was overcomingmy whole self. I was no stranger to wearing high heels, yet my feet were neverarched this way, my bottom was never so high up, so firm, my legs never lookedthis long. I couldn't stop eyeing myself in the mirror as my heart kept drummingwith excitement. A whore. A true whore. That's what I kept repeating to myself.I stayed in them after I paid and walked all the way home rather than takinga taxi, despite them being rather uncomfortable. My panties were so wet afterI reached my apartment from all the looks I got that I had to fight the urgeto phone David straight away. This was supposed to be a surprise.
?Come on, sweetie? David's soft voice brought me back to the present, ?takethem off?.
The weather was getting warm. I was walking around with no stockings on fora couple of weeks already. All I had on besides the shoes was a thin goldenchain around my left ankle. I detested the idea of stepping on the men's roomdirty floor with bare feet. But I made the decision. For David. I first tookmy left shoe off. The cold, wet tiles made me shiver all over again. I removedthe other shoe. I felt strangely vulnerable standing barefoot on the floorof one room where I had no place being to start with.
?Come on, love, I'll take care of those?, David took my shoes with a smileand put them aside. ?Go on, go on, keep us entertained?, he waved.
Shaking where I stood I knew what I had to do. He explained it all to me beforehand,while we were sitting at the restaurant's table and eating vegetarian salads.I knelt on one knee, rolling my skirt up to avoid it getting dirty as muchas possible. Thankfully, it was short to start with.
?That's a good whore, Helen. Now get down on the floor?
Oh my God. He called me a whore. I was barefoot in a public toilet, kneelingin dirty water next to a urinal and the man who would not be my lover calledme a whore.
The shivers didn't subside but kneeling on the tiles and holding onto theurinal I was more able to control myself. How long were we in the toilet already,anyway? It seemed like ages even though it probably was not more than a minute.How long before someone walks in? How long before David is pleased and we cango?
?Come on, Helen, be a good girl now. You know you how much you wanted this.?
I do? Do I? Did I want this? Did I want to be taken to a fine dinner in asuburb restaurant, have two glasses of red wine while listening to David'senchanting voice and then be taken to a dirty toilet and humiliated like thecheapest prostitute in the world? Did I want this?
He put his phone up, looking at the display. He put his other hand on hisgroin and started to massage the bulge clearly visible through the fabric ofthe trousers.
Did I want this?
I looked at the urinal. I saw where its white face turned yellow from shame.From having thousands of customers piss in it. I saw a wrinkled pubic hairin there, somehow stuck and stubbornly resisting the stream of water.
Did I want this?
I knew. He was right. David was right. I knew I wanted it. I knew, becausemy panties were so wet even back there in the restaurant, I was afraid therewould be a spot on my skirt. Because merely kneeling down on the floor almostmade me orgasm. Because he knew what I was. At heart. A dirty slut. A truewhore. Wet from humiliation. Wet from shame.
As I slowly positioned my face inside the urinal I heard the sound of zipperopening. I closed my eyes and brought my face down. My nose touched the coolsurface of the urinal's insides. With my eyes closed, the smell was occupyingmost of my mind. The smell of urine. The smell of male piss. Generations ofmale piss on top of each other, right there under my nose. It was intoxicating.It made my head spin. It should have made me want to puke in disgust. Instead,dear Lord, forgive me, it made me horny. It made me horny with shame, hornywith humiliation and pure desire to be fucked. I heard the clicking sound mobilephones make when taking pictures. I wanted this.
I turned my head back so David could get a picture of my face wet from water.Wet from stale male piss. I looked over my shoulder, back at him, as he wastaking another picture, his left hand slowly stroking his erect penis. I waswet, my cunt dripping with the desire to be fucked. I looked over my shoulderback at David. David? Oh, David, my love. Why don't you fuck me?
?Come on, sweetie, let's see some action now? said he, breathing heavily.
?Baby?? I whispered, ?Why don't you fuck me? I am so horny and wet. I needyour cock so bad. Come on, baby, why don't you give it to me? Please??
David masturbated slowly. He made a gesture with his other hand:
?Come on, get your face back in there, Helen. Show me what you got. Come on.?
I turned to face the urinal once again. Another tear rolled down my cheekbut it didn't matter any more, my face would be wet in a matter of seconds.
I leaned forwards, I buried my face into the urinal. The smell overcame mywhole being once again. But this time around I didn't just breathe in deeply.This time around I placed my face onto the cold surface and extended my tongue.
?Oh, yeah, whore, oh, yeah, do it?, David's voice was deep and soft as hegot closer to me to get pictures. His breathing was fast, his words bouncingup and down as he accelerated the strokes. ?You are such a whore, Helen. Sucha dirty fucking whore.?
This was too much. I was never humiliated in this way, never brought so low.I couldn't take it any more. Despite the instructions he gave me in the restaurant,I reached between my legs and started touching myself. My panties were so wetthey were sticking to the smooth skin around my cunt. They WERE my second skin.Touching myself through them brought me immense pleasure. Until David slappedmy arse:
?Stop that right now, Helen. You know you are not allowed to masturbate.?
I knew. David? When will I stop being a failure and become worthy of you?
?I am? sorry? I couldn't stop myself? I am sorry, David??
?Stop yakking, cunt, and show me how you clean that urinal with your tongue.I didn't come here to listen to you talk.?, David was masturbating again, myapologies just fuelling a stream of insults rolling down from his tongue. Imade him hot and hard. I made you hot and hard, David.
His phone made more of those clicking noises as I licked the inner side ofthe urinal. I cried silently, the tears flowing without spasms or loud noises,as I cleaned the piss, lapping like a dog. Every few seconds I'd bury my facein water at the bottom but then go again to licking the urine. I looked forthe wrinkled pubic hair in there and collected it with my tongue. I positionedmy face so that David could see what I was doing as I swallowed. Then I continuedlicking as his breathing got louder and louder.
?Oh, God. Oh, you fucking whore, lick that piss, clean that fucking thing,I want to see it shine after you're done. Come on, you slut, you toilet slut,do it!!?
And he made more of the pictures as I obeyed, trying to lick all of the yellowoff, eager to please him, eager to make him happy.
?That's it, slut, you know where you belong. You'll get better at this withtime. Oh, yes? Oh, yes? Oh, God! Oh GOD!! OH, FUCK, HELEN, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK,YOU DIRTY WHORE, HELEN!!!!?
I felt gushes of his semen fall on my hair as he was shouting in orgasm. Davidwas cumming on me. David was shooting his cum all over his whore's hair ashis whore continued licking the urinal in the men's room. Another clickingnoise. And then another. Breathing slowing down.
He was done. He came and that was all that is important. No one walked in.And now it was over. I started lifting my head up and away from the dirt.
?Hey, hey, hey, hey, where the fuck do you think you're going?? David pushedmy head gently downwards. ?There's more on the menu, sweetie.?
More? More on the menu? I couldn't possibly tell what he had in mind but hewanted my face back in the urinal and that's where it belonged.
?That's a good girl. Stay like that.? I could hear him click and whirr withthe phone and adjust his position behind me. ?Just like that?
A hot stream of fluid hit the back of my head.
?Awwww, fuuuuck!!!!?, exclaimed David, rejoicing in his relief, triumphantin my humiliation, every little filthy detail of it. ?Come on, turn your heada bit to the side. That's it, that's a good slut.?
He aimed with his penis and pissed in my face. I kept my eyes tightly shutto keep his urine out. To keep the image out. To keep my tears in. This willbe over, it will be over soon, it's almost over, Helen.
Nobody ever did this to me. I wouldn't let anybody do this to me. Only David.And not even David told me he'd do this. He never mentioned pissing all overmy face and hair after he already humiliated me beyond all limits I could imagine.He was using me. He was using me selfishly like he ever did, using me as Iwas full of shame, helpless, broken and horny, my God, so horny, so dirty,so wet and horny. He had me where he wanted me. So he decided to piss all overme.
?Agghhh, fucking shit, MAN, what a whore you are, Helen. What a WHORE youare.? He kept repeating that word. He kept repeating that word as my stomachmuscles convulsed with every repetition. He stepped back, mumbling to himself,presumably putting his dick back in place and tucking himself in.
?You can touch yourself now, whore. I know how wet you must be right now.God, isn't that fascinating?? I could hear him move behind me but my mind wasnow focusing on one thing only. ?Oh, wait, did I say ?fascinating'? I meantdisgusting. Yeah, yeah, that's the word I was looking for. Dis-fucking-gusting.A toilet slut all wet from being pissed upon. Nice one, Helen, nice one. Geton with it!?
My mind was focusing on one thing only, as I buried my hand between my thighsand felt the swollen labia under my fingertips. I found my clit and startednervous, quick circular motions. I extended my ring-finger and pushed the fabricof my panties in. I managed to get almost half a finger up my cunt before thefabric stretched to its limit. It didn't matter. I was cumming. I was cumminglike a whore David knew I am from the first minute he laid his eyes on me.I was cumming with my face in the urinal, moaning into its porcelain ear, kissingits porcelain lips. I was cumming, violently thrusting my hips onwards, tryingto fuck my fingers through my soaked panties. I was cumming, my hair and facewet from David's semen and piss, cumming in front of him, giving him what hewanted to see. A whore unable to control itself. A slut he found in me anddragged to the surface screaming. A slave begging to be enslaved. A soul beggingto be freed. All that, at the tip of my fingers, twitching, hot and slippery.
I came like a bitch for David but it could not, would not be enough. I couldn'tstop myself. I had to cum again. Please, I have to come again.
I used my fingers on me, stroking my clit, and fucking my cunt so wet andslippery from my own juices. I moaned in a low, harsh voice, trying to keepit down as pleasure kept building up and up and up, threatening to destroywhatever was left of me there. I was nearing it. I was getting close to mysecond orgasm and I was scared as I furiously fucked myself with my fingers.I was scared of losing control but I couldn't stop myself. I moaned and groanedinto the urinal.
And then.
?Lady??
No. No, please no.
?Lady??
Please, no, God, please no, no, please, don't let this happen, please no,please God.
?Lady, are you feeling alright??
God, no, please, no.
So close? I was so close.
?Lady, is there something wrong? Want me to call a doctor??
No no no no no no no no no no no
Like a reel of film slowed down to that ridiculous speed that makes peoplein it float through the air comically. Unable to break away. I turned around.
A fat, balding men in a blue jumpsuit, mobile phone in his hand. Puzzled lookon his face.
No David anywhere in sight.
Please God, no.
I leapt to my feet but the film reel refused to roll any faster.
God, why? Why?
David is gone. The door. Where is the door?
Left. Right. Left again. I started to run. He kept talking. Confused, fasttalk. No words I could understand. The door. Its frame was frozen in frontof my eyes. Impossible to reach and infinitely far away. I ran towards it butit kept the distance.
In one long, eternal breath I broke through the door and ran through the restaurant,blind with tears and layers of red in front of my eyes. I had no idea whereto run. I moved through tar, every step taking whole lifetimes. I caught glimpsesof surprised faces, men, women. No, no, no, no, God, why? No, please, no.
I made it to the street and kept running, my breath burning my lungs withevery step. My bare feet made short, sharp noises against the concrete. Myshoes. My slut shoes. I left them behind. Lost. Forever.
Just keep running. Just keep running.
And then I realised I was near the parking lot. And then I realised Davidwas sitting on the bench in front of it. He made a comical gesture as if toprotest because of me talking so long to arrive. My shoes, my slut shoes wereresting on the bench at his side.
?You sure took your sweet time, sweetie?, he said, getting up. ?Come on, let'sget into a car, you look a mess.?
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