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Alicia’s Lackey Part 1 
I arrived in L. A. about a week ago.  I was hoping to turn my life
around with a big move from the Big Apple to Tinsel Town.  Life on the
East Coast wore me down and things looked brighter already.  I was very
low on funds but was lucky to land a job on the set of a movie that was
being filmed in the desert of Southern California.

The set was a little far out of town to commute, so we were all staying
in trailers at the location.  My trailer was rather small and I had to
share it with several other “gofer” type guys.  I didn’t care because
the rent was free.  This job would let me save lots of cash so I could
spend the time necessary to land a real job.  I was a few pennies from
skid row, but I was well educated and hoped to make a splash in my new
town.

My job on the set was to be available to the young teen star of the
movie.  She had recently made a big splash in her first flick and got
her picture plastered on the cover of numerous national magazines.  She
had that innocent, irresistible, pure beauty that graced one person in a
hundred million.  Unfortunately she knew it, and around the set she was
known as the “Teen Bitch.”

It was always “Get this,” or “Get that.”  Never so much as a “please” or
a “thank you.”  Sometimes she was right next to whatever it was she
wanted.  Alicia always gave me these condescending looks.  I, in turn,
had grown to hate the aire of superiority she always carried with her.

The long, hot, dusty day of filming in the desert was wrapping up when
one of the other guys said there was cold beer waiting for us back at
our trailer.  That was just to good to pass up.  Just as I arrived and
grabbed a cold one, someone walked up and said:

“Hey Don, teen bitch is throwing a tantrum.  She says she needs a few
things.”

I said I’d be back as soon as I ran her errands and headed off to her
plush trailer.  I tapped the can on the door.

“Get in here!” I heard her shout.

I walked in and she was lounging on an easy chair in the sultry outfit
from the set.

“Where have you been?” Alicia demanded.

“It’s been a long hot day.  We’ve been filming since just after sunrise
and a few of the guys were going to throw a few down and kick back for a
while,” I said, popping the top to my beer.

“Put that beer down, there is no drinking in here, I’m only eighteen
years old.”

I felt like really telling her where to go, but bit my tongue and set
the can down.  I decided to discuss it with her.

“Look, Alicia, I’m doing a decent job for you and I think I deserve some
respect,” I said calmly.  “I should have some time of my own as well.”

“There are a hundred people who could replace you in a flash.  So you
will work when I say you will work.  Furthermore, you will make yourself
available to work for me at all times.  I will treat you as I see fit,
and you will address me as Miss Alicia.  If you have a problem with any
of that you can leave right now and forget about another job in this
industry. If you think you have money problems now, try unemployment.
What will it be?” she demanded.

Alicia was right.  I desperately needed the money this job paid.  I
should have never discussed the money problems I was having with the
other guys on the set.  She must have overheard me and was using it to
her advantage.

“All right, I do need the job, but how about cutting me a little break,”
I asked, hoping that she might bend a little if I asked kindly.

“What!” Alicia said as if shocked.  “How did you address me?”

“I’m sorry.  Miss Alicia.  It’s just been a long day and all,” I said
hoping to curry favor and get back to the beers.  “May I go now Miss
Alicia?”

“I will let you know when you can go.  Your priorities are messed up.
You shouldn’t even be thinking about leaving.  I’m not sure if you are
even capable of handling this job.  Why do you think you get paid more
than the other flunkies out there?  I had better see some immediate
improvement in your performance or you will be living on the street,”
Alicia remarked.

Now I was beginning to understand why a novice like me had gotten this
higher paying job.  The others who had been around town for a while knew
what was in store if they took it.

I resolved to bite the bullet and hang with the job until I had the cash
to leave.

“Remove my sandals,” Alicia said casually as she reclined on the chair.

“Hey, that’s not part of the job.  You have to do that yourself,” I said
in disbelief.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” she asked incredulously.  “If you
give me just one more disrespectful reply, or refuse just one more order
I give you, you are history.  Do you understand me Dummy?”

I had a quick decision to make.  Part of me knew this was too much crap
to put up with.  But I was just desperate for the money.  Alicia started
swinging her foot impatiently.  It caught my attention as I did a double
take.  I looked up her lovely legs.  God was she beautiful.  I caught
her eyes and she had this gloating smile on her face as if she knew she
won.  She had.  I needed to get down on my knees to get to the sandals.
Her feet were filthy.  The long hot day in the dusty desert had caked
them in sweat, dust and dirt.  I started undoing the strap, and the
sight of her fantastic legs was giving me a hard-on.

“Stand up!” Alicia ordered.

I didn’t want to move.  I was sporting this boner and the shorts I was
wearing were flimsy and thin.  Alicia might notice my erect condition.

“Stand up!!!”

I got to my feet.  I tried to cover the tent in my shorts.

“What’s this?” Alicia said grabbing my penis.

Her hand caused my cock to harden into steel.  I hadn’t been with a
woman in quite some time.

“That’s it, you’re history you disgusting sex pervert,” she said
squeezing my cock and digging her nails into it.

It was both painful and erotic.  I didn’t stop her.  She dug her nails
in and the pain was excruciating before she let go.  Still, I did
nothing to prevent her torment.  I was being fired.

“Get out of here before I call security you sex maniac,” Alicia said.

“Alicia,...Miss Alicia, please.  I need this job.  It’s just that I
haven’t been with a woman for quite some time and,...and I promise it
will never happen again.  Please, I’ll do whatever you ask.  I’ll be
better than anybody you could possibly get to replace me.  I’ll dedicate
myself to seeing to your every need,” I pleaded with her to keep my job,
yet she seemed unmoved.

“Please Miss Alicia, I promise I’ll do anything you ask.  I’m begging
you.”

Alicia turned when I stooped to actually say the word “beg.”  Perhaps
she would reconsider.

“Get on your knees,” she said.

I fell to my knees.

“Do you pledge to do absolutely anything I tell you to do no matter how
absurd or ridiculous it may seem to you?  No matter how you might feel
about it?” Alicia asked.

“Yes Miss Alicia,” I said from my knees.

“I don’t believe you,” she responded.

“Please Miss Alicia, I promise I will.  I beg you,” I pleaded.

“You wouldn’t last a minute.  Get out,” she said.

“Just one more chance, I’m begging you.”

“Clean my sandal,” Alicia ordered.

“Yes Miss Alicia,” I said picking up the sandal I had removed and
heading to the wash room.

“Get back here!” she said.  “Where are you going?”

I returned to my knees before her.

“I was going to the wash room to clean the shoe,” I said holding up the
sandal in my hand.

“Clean this one,” Alicia said thrusting her sandal-clad foot at me.

“Shouldn’t I get a damp cloth Miss Alicia?”

“No”

I stretched out my shirt to wipe the dirt and sweat covered sandal.

“Use something moist,” she ordered.

I sat there not sure what to do.  Alicia sighed in annoyance.  She
raised the sole of the sandal so it was inches from my face.

“Lick it.  Lick it clean.”

The sole of the sandal was practically black.  I was disgusted at the
prospect.  Somehow, my body moved forward on its own.  I found myself
licking the dirt from her shoe.  I said to myself—I couldn’t be doing
this.  I was performing this act of utter self-degradation and couldn’t
bring myself to stop.  In fact, I started licking with gusto and
relishing this sick task.  My cock was rock solid again.  After a few
minutes of devouring every inch of Alicia’s sandal I felt something
snaking into my shorts.

Alicia’s foot was grazing my cock.  The sensations were unreal and I
renewed my efforts lapping at the pretty sandal.  In short order I had
an explosive orgasm, reeling in ecstasy.

Alicia removed the shoe and brought out her cum covered foot.  The jism
was all over it.  It was a massive load from the pent up sexual
frustrations over the last week.  She raised her filthy foot to my
lips.  Like the true servile sycophant I had become, I began cleaning
the cum, sweat and dirt from her pretty foot.  The lovely pink toenail
polish was so sensual I was hard again almost immediately.  Alicia
noticed and remarked:

“You are totally without any self control.”

She reached for some twine on the table next to the chair.  Why was it
so readily available I wondered?

“Get up,” she demanded.

I jumped to my feet and she yanked my shorts down to my ankles.  I stood
naked before this young goddess, completely humiliated, yet doing
nothing to prevent it.  In fact it was arousing me all the more.  Alicia
took the twine and separated my balls, tying a tight knot around the top
of my sac.  I winced from the pain, yet stood passively by.  She then
tied a very tight knot around the base of my cock designed to cut off
any further satisfaction on my part.

“There.  Now we should be able to continue,” she said.

My balls stood out like two plumbs in their tight compartments.
Alicia’s feet were now on the floor and I would have to get on my belly
to continue my degrading chore.  I removed her other sandal and began
cleaning her fantastic foot.  My mouth was dry from all the dirt and
salty foot sweat I had eaten.  There seemed to be a half-inch of grime
between each toe.

“May I have a drink Miss Alicia?” I asked obsequiously.

“Are you thirsty?”

“Yes Miss Alicia.”

She grabbed the back of my head by the hair and viscously pulled it so I
was looking up at her beautiful face.

“Open,” was all she said.

I obediently opened my mouth and watched in shocked horror as Alicia let
out a large stream of spittle, landing in my gaping mouth.  Once again I
wanted to close my mouth and prevent this sick act.  My mind no longer
had full control of my body.  What was it that was controlling me?

Alicia continued to spit until my mouth was close to overflowing.

“That should quench your thirst.”

I slowly swallowed her spittle, drinking in my complete shame at the
same time.

Returning to her lovely feet, I continued abasing myself on my belly,
prostrate before this beautiful young woman.  I would gladly have
continued groveling for hours more, but Alicia tired and kicked me
away.  I could not believe the heightened state of sexual arousal
brought about by Alicia’s humiliation of me and the bonds around my cock
and balls.  I would have cum a dozen times if not for the twine
preventing release.  She got up and started walking to the back of the
trailer.

“Come here,” she ordered.

I was about to get up when Alicia scolded, “Crawl!”

I was back on my hands and knees, crawling shamefaced behind her.

She entered the bathroom and I stopped just outside the door.  Alicia
lifted her floral print dress above her waist and I gasped at the
incredible sight as she stood there.  Her pretty pink cotton panties
were slightly dusty from the swirling winds of the desert.  Her shapely
butt was as fine as any playboy model I’d seen.  Her long luscious legs
were simply indescribable.  She smiled as I knelt there in awe.

Alicia sat on the potty and started peeing in her panties.  They were
soaked through.  She obviously had needed to pee for some time as it
went on and on.

“Come here and take a look,” she said innocently.

I crawled in and looked into the toilet.

“Look closer.”

I put my head over the bowl and could smell the heavy scent of very
concentrated urine.  Suddenly, I felt something on the back of my head.
I was forced down into the toilet.  The trailer toilet was smaller than
the average toilet and urine was extremely concentrated, even mixed with
the water in the bowl.  My whole face and half my head were covered with
the foul waste product.  I could easily have extricated myself from this
hideous position by overpowering Alicia, but I did nothing.  I held my
breath and hoped she would soon let me up.

She finally let me up and I gasped for air.  Then she quickly pushed me
back in.  Alicia did this over and over and I was running out of the
ability to hold my breath.  Finally I could no longer do it and I had to
drink in some of the revolting sewerage.  She let me up, choking and
gasping for air.

“I won’t let you up again,” she warned, and in I went.  I was about to
panic when I heard Alicia say, “Better drink up.”

Like my life depended on it, which it may have since I couldn’t bring
myself to offer resistance against Alicia, I drank the foul liquid.
Thankfully I made it to the bottom of the bowl and was able to breathe
again.

Alicia removed her foot and I fell, exhausted on the floor.

“Get in the tub.”

I crawled into the tub.  Alicia removed her piss soaked panties and
stuffed them into my panting mouth.

“Don’t you dare get out unless I give you permission, and don’t get off
your back,” Alicia admonished.

I was left there as Alicia made her way to bed.  It would be another
long day tomorrow with filming beginning bright and early.  I drifted
off to sleep.

At some point during the night I heard some noises and woke to see
Alicia standing over me.  I looked up at her naked image in the low
light and she began peeing on my face.  What a sick individual I’d
become, powerless to offer any resistance.  Involuntarily I opened my
mouth and greedily drank her bodily waste.  I was sobbing at my
self-degradation.  My cock was once again hard from the arousal Alicia’s
humiliating acts stirred within me.  I was yearning for more degradation
at her lovely feet with each moment that passed.  I was completely
entranced by her.  She got out to leave.

“Miss Alicia,” I asked meekly, “May I go to the bathroom?”

“Of course you may,” she said kindly.

I was about to get up but...

“I gave you no permission to get out.  I will let you move however.
Keep your shoulder’s on the tub floor and lift your ass up in the air.”

I obediently did as I was told.  With my semi erect penis, I was looking
right at the head of my cock.

“You may go now,” she said.

I didn’t want to go in this absurd position, but as soon as she said it
I began peeing all over myself.  The position was set up just so, and I
was peeing right in my own face.  At each turn I thought it was
impossible for me to abase myself any lower.  I was no longer a man and
I feared for what might come next.  Yet I never desired anything as
much.

End of part 1----to be continued-----post comments

By Slave Shoelicker

Warning!! Do not read if under twenty-one, or easily offended by adult
sexual material.  This material is only intended for adults.  All minors
should read no further!!

Alicia’s Lackey Part 2 By Slave Shoelicker

I slept that night in a pool of urine and I did nothing to prevent it.
Morning came and I awakened to the incredible sight of Alicia’s naked
body.  My cock rose to salute her magnificence.

“Good morning,” she said with a smile.  “I have to go real bad, and I
can go in the toilet or you can be the toilet.  What will it be you
worthless piece of dogshit?”

Alicia was asking me to be her toilet and calling me dogshit, and I was
aroused by it more than I could ever remember.  She was giving me a
choice and I couldn’t say no.  No matter how much I wanted to tell her
she couldn’t do this to me, something within me wanted her to use me as
a toilet, and it was a powerful force that had complete control over me.

“I’ll be your toilet Miss Alicia,” I said, hanging my head in shame.

“O. K., but it won’t be just this once.  You have to be a full time
toilet or not at all.  So think it over and tell me if you really want
it,” she said standing over me, looking so radiant.

“I want to be your toilet more than I’ve wanted anything in my life,
Miss Alicia.  Please let me be your toilet,” I begged.

Alicia produced a funnel and shoved it into my mouth.  She squatted over
it with her pretty feet on either side of my head.

“I hope you’re thirsty,” she said giggling.

She let go a long hot stream of piss into the funnel.  I drank and drank
as my cock hardened to the point of near release.  When Alicia finished
I continued slowly drinking the pee in the funnel, savoring each drop of
her fine wine.  She let me enjoy my degrading act as she stood over me.
When I finished, I looked up to see her smiling face.  Alicia knew she
controlled me in every way.  I couldn’t refuse her any request.  She
turned around so her backside was facing me.  She removed the funnel and
squatted over my face.

“How about a kiss,” Alicia said, swaying her perfect ass inches over my
head.

I began kissing her magnificent orbs.  Tenderly pecking loving kisses as
if I were passionately kissing a woman’s lips.  I was in heaven even
though I was soaked in her piss.

“Kiss my rose,” Alicia ordered.

I kissed her brown hole.  The feelings washing over me were
indescribable.  I started to loose myself in this shameful act.  I was
making love to her poop shoot, moaning in ecstasy.  Alicia began to sink
down on my tongue.  I snaked it up as far as I could, and she impaled
herself on it.

After a few minutes I felt something pushing back against my tongue.  I
tried to turn my head to the side and escape from under Alicia’s ass.
She sat down with all her weight and grabbed my balls, squeezing with
great force.  The agony was pure hell and my screams were muffled by her
pretty butt cheeks.

“Don’t even think about backing out now,” she said easing the pressure
on my balls with each probe of my tongue.

As soon as my tongue was back in to the hilt, I felt the object pushing
back.  Alicia looked over her shoulder at me and laughed at the sight of
my eyes, wide in shocked horror at the realization of what was about to
occur.

The turd entered my mouth, moving to the back, and then expanding to
fill my cheeks.  I was sick at the thought of what I was doing, but I
was tingling with a sexual energy I had never experienced before.  My
mouth was now filled to capacity as I sat under Alicia’s ass.

“Oops, here comes last night’s Mexican food,” she said laughing at my
utter humiliation.

A thick liquid shit made its way out.  It had no where to go with the
huge turd already filling my mouth.  It exploded over my face.  Up my
nose, in my eyes, dripping into my ears.  The sewerage oozed into my
hair.  I was completely covered in Alicia’s hot shit.

Alicia got up and was hysterical as she looked at the revolting sight at
her feet.  She grabbed a camcorder and started filming my degradation.

“Chew your breakfast shiteater,” she said.

Somehow Alicia had bewitch me.  I no longer had a will of my own and I
commenced the self-abasing act of eating her fecal discharge.  On top of
it all, my dehumanization was being captured on film for who knows what
humiliating purpose.

With some effort, I as able to complete my vile task and swallow the
“breakfast” so graciously provided by my owner, Alicia.

“Lick that slop off the tub so I can shower,” she demanded.

“Please...Miss Alicia...”

She grabbed the twine tied to my balls and yanked viscously.  I shrieked
in agony.

“Don’t you ever question an order I give or I’ll separate your worthless
gonads from your body.  Now lick that up, and I want to see some
enthusiasm.”

As quickly as I could I began slurping the foul substance like a dog
starved for a week.  Alicia was once again in hysterics as she filmed
the hideous scene.  I continued my efforts, retracing every inch of the
tub.  Finally Alicia tired of the scene.  She opened the rear door of
the trailer.

“Get out and clean up.”

The liquid shit had dried into a hard-caked crust over my head.  I began
to get up and pull my pants up when Alicia interjected.

“Crawl out of here and leave your pants in the waste basket.  I want you
to crawl into your trailer on your hands and knees and tell everyone
there your name is shiteater and you are Miss Alicia’s toilet.  Now off
you go and be back in an hour,” Alicia ordered.

As I was crawling out the door, the make-up woman was coming in.  My
heart pounded from the intense disgrace of the moment.

“Say hello,” Alicia ordered.

With my head hanging in utter humiliation I spoke weakly, “I am
shiteater, Miss Alicia’s toilet.”

The woman burst out in laughter.  “It looks like you need practice
Shiteater, it’s all over you.”

“That won’t be a problem.  I’m sure the dog will be quite proficient in
no time.  Now slither along Shiteater,” Alicia said.

I made my way to the trailer.  I thought I would have a heart attack on
the way my apprehension was so severe.  I crawled up the steps and
entered the trailer.

“Who the hell are you?” one of the guys asked.

“I am Shiteater, Miss Alicia’s Toilet,” I mumbled with total lack of any
self respect.  After the roar of bunch settled down, one of them spoke.

“Don, is that you?  How could you let her do this to you?  Don’t you
have any pride?  Are you sick, man?  That’s inhuman.  You gotta tell the
boss man.  This is insane.  Say something man.”

“I am Shiteater, Miss Alicia’s toilet.”