Uniform Doll

by Penny Birch

  It went, everything, my senses failing, my body unable to cope with what was being done to me. The next thing I felt was a shock of cold on my face. I couldn’t see, and could feel only the concrete beneath me, on which I was lying, no longer on the hook. I came round, gagging and coughing, only slowly becoming aware of what was going on. I no longer had the ball gag in, my hands were free and my boots were off.

  The shock of cold came again, and my eyes came open. I was on the garage floor, over the drain, with AJ standing over me, her thumb on the end of a hose. She smiled as I looked up, and let the hose go, full against my leg.

  ‘Better get those knickers off,’ she said, flicking the hose down to spray my bum.

  I nodded, suddenly aware of the heavy, soggy feeling in the seat of my panties. Pulling myself painfully up onto my knees, I lifted my bum towards AJ. It didn’t matter what she saw, what I did in front of her. I was too far gone to care. Reaching back, I peeled down my panties. The hose caught me immediately, full between my buttocks, then lower, into my panty pouch. I let her do it, washing my bum-crease and pussy with it all spread in front of her, sharing an intimacy I only find possible under another woman’s command.

  Even when she put the hose to my bumhole I didn’t flinch, letting her fill my rectum with water and expelling it down the drain. Even that didn’t get to me, with my bumhole spurting water right in front of her. I just felt too detached, too dependent on her.

  With my bum washed, she did the rest of my body, finishing with me in a squat as she ran the hose over my hair. By then I was utterly bedraggled, like a drowned rat, with my hair plastered over my face and down my back, my elaborate make-up gone, and my insides feeling strangely empty. I was shivering too, and hugging my body as the cold water cascaded over my limbs.

  AJ stopped, twisting the hose off at the tap. Without a word she came to take my lead. I followed, padding barefoot after her, out of the garage, into her house and upstairs. In the bathroom, she stood watching as I peeled off my corset and cuffs to go nude, towelled myself down and took a badly need drink of water.

  ‘Better?’ she asked.

  I nodded, still a little faint, and stiff, but nothing worse. She settled herself against the door post, a coquettish pose, easier than when she’d been with her friends. So was her outfit, sexier, more vamp and less diesel. I wondered if she’d changed for me, or if she just wore leather to bed.

  ‘Good,’ she went on, ‘then you can make me come.’

  Again I nodded. She lifted a finger, beckoning me. I went down, to my knees, my eyes fixing on the tight V of her crotch, where the soft leather had pulled into the groove of her pussy. She stepped forwards, and I opened my mouth, wondering if she’d pull down her short pants, or make me do it through the leather. She walked past me, patting my head, to the loo.

  I watched, my heartbeat once more starting to pick up, as she casually pushed down the leather panties, her bum almost in my face. Lifting the seat, she sat down, knees cocked apart, panties in a tangle around her ankles. I crawled forwards, my mouth coming wide.

  ‘Not that. Not yet,’ she ordered. ‘Lick my boots.’

  I went down, catching the scent of her pussy, from her, then from her panties as I put my face down at her feet. There was a soft plop from above me as my lips puckered out, kissing one shiny toe cap.

  ‘Remember Betty’s?’ she asked as I began to lick. ‘How I made you lick my bum in the toilet? Didn’t the men just hate it? Every one of them had a hard on, I’ll bet, and I bet they thought they were going to get them up you too, maybe even up me. We didn’t let them, though, did we, darling?’

  I shook my head, busy with her boots. She reached down, to gently stroke my hair. There was another plop, and the tinkle of pee in the bowl.

  ‘They saw, though, didn’t they?’ she went on. ‘Your pussy, everything. Have you been fucked? By a man, I mean?’

  I nodded, thinking of kneeling in mingled disgust and rapture as my last boyfriend had jammed his cock clumsily in and out of my pussy from the rear, one hand on my bottom, the other clutching a can of lager. My top had been off, my jeans and panties around my knees, in a railway siding, somewhere near the Arsenal football ground. It had been the last time.

  ‘Slut,’ AJ said. ‘That’s enough. Now polish, with your hair.’

  She lifted a foot. I bent down, taking a hank of hair in my hands to rub it over the moist black surface. My mouth was full of the taste of boot polish and leather, my tongue sticky and sour.

  ‘You called me a bitch, too, didn’t you?’ she asked.

  ‘Sorry, Miss AJ,’ I managed.

  ‘I should punish you, really,’ she went on.

  ‘I’m ready for whipping,’ I said softly. ‘Sam made sure.’

  ‘I’ll bet you are. I’ll bet you’d love it too. Right, I’m ready. Stop.’

  I sat back, my hair sticky with saliva and polish, my lower lip trembling. She stood, closing the seat beneath her, turning, bending down to lean on the lavatory bowl, her bottom pushed out, looking back. Her cheeks were wide, her tiny brown bumhole moist and slimy, her pussy on plain show, with the little silver rings hanging down, each with its drip of milky pee. I swallowed, hard, poked out my tongue, shut my eyes and pushed my face into her bottom crease.

  ‘Good girl,’ she sighed as my tongue found her bottom hole. ‘That’s right. Clean it up, properly.’

  I was already licking, my mouth full of her earthy musk, the taste of female bottom filling my senses. She pushed it out, firm against my face, moaning. I took her by the thighs, licking hard, burrowing my tongue right up her bottom, until the root hurt. It had been good in the toilets at Betty’s. Now it was better, more intimate, ruder, with me cleaning her bum for her, on my knees, with what she’d done still in the loo beneath us.

  Nor were there any men watching. I reached up, took her bra and flipped it up over her titties, still licking. My thighs came apart, wide, my hand going to my pussy. I began to rub, slowly, taking myself, my aches fading as my pleasure rose. AJ had one hand on her boobs, the other supporting herself, her bottom pushed well back.

  I went lower, kissing the drops of pee away from her sex-lips and her rings, sucking at her clit. She cried out, softly, and I pressed my face in, licking her, with my nose in her bumhole, just as I had to little Zoe. There had been others too, many others, only not as a toilet slave, not after being so cruelly treated, brought down to my knees, nude and abused, brown-nosing my mistress in utter, grovelling submission.

  Her fingers came back, pushing at my face. I obeyed, going higher, my mouth wide over her sloppy bumhole, licking, probing, sucking. She was coming, her breathing rising, deep and strong, moaning, gasping as I licked at her. I was rubbing hard too, clutching at my sex as the orgasm tore through her, her bottom hole tightening on my tongue, going slack once more, and I was coming too.

  It was beautiful, wonderful, utterly and totally submissive. As I came the whole evening ran through my head, kidnap, the sack, being hung upside down from that awful hook, peeing all over myself, the enema in my panties, spurting out as I was brought to orgasm. It really hit me, so hard my vision went red again and I felt my senses starting to slip, so dirty that at the very highest peak I was wishing she’d just let go, and fill my mouth.

  I slept with AJ, cuddled up to her in her bed. It had been good, wonderful, and I was still on my submissive high in the morning, for all my aches and pains. My corset wasn’t ruined after all, which made me happier still, and I found my coat, hung up in the garage.

  Not that I was entirely happy, because while I didn’t mind being put in a sack and given to AJ as her birthday present, which was what I was, I did resent being kidnapped. It had really scared me, and it hadn’t been necessary, when I’d have happily gone along with it anyway. It wasn’t really AJ’s fault, and I was more than happy to spend the Saturday as her slave, and the Sunday too if she wanted.

  The morning was lazy, with me padding about in the nude, making her breakfast and kis
sing her pussy after she’d been for her morning pee. I did get a spanking, across her knee in the kitchen, but only enough to leave my bum glowing warmly, and in the mood for more.

  She seemed indecisive, not sure what to do with me, until noon, when she suddenly ordered me to dress. I put on what I’d had before, with no choice, except for a pair of her panties in place of mine, which really were beyond hope. She, meanwhile, got into full leathers, and when she passed me a crash helmet from a peg by the door I realised why.

  Her motorbike was outside, a big, black shiny thing, which looked huge and powerful, although I wouldn’t know one from another. It was actually a bit scary, but I got on it anyway, behind her, clinging on for dear life and hoping that my coat wouldn’t blow up to show off my panty-clad bum.

  We’d been in north-west London, Kingsbury, although for all I knew it might have been Kingston, or anywhere else for that matter. I needed to change, so I asked if we could drop in at my flat. By the time we got there I was feeling more resentful than ever. One thing was clear, which was that Naomi had taken an unreasonably long time to get there, even allowing for the Friday evening traffic, and I began to wonder if they hadn’t planned to have me wet myself all along. After all, Sam had bought three beers in Soho, which hadn’t really been necessary if they’d just wanted to kidnap me, and Naomi had refused to hold me in a squat when she could perfectly well have done so.

  There were other things, too – my spoiled bra, getting thrown out of Whispers, having my bum inspected in front of a load of leering men. I am submissive, and I like to be bullied by stronger, bigger girls, but within my own boundaries, and they were really pushing it, especially Sam.

  Not that I wanted to miss out on my fun, and AJ seemed content with me as hers alone. I made her a coffee and changed, with her choosing what I was going to wear. Knowing her, I expected something revealing, certainly submissive, and was surprised when she went for a pair of perfectly ordinary white panties, a plain bra, my combats and a green top. It was more or less what I’d been wearing when I first met her, and nothing to raise an eyebrow anywhere. I did as I was told anyway, and was soon back on her bike, feeling a lot less conspicuous and not nearly as sexy.

  We drove back towards the west, stopping in Southend Green, where AJ made me pay for beers and some ready-cooked chicken, which we carried with us up to Hampstead Heath. As I’d guessed, Sam and Naomi were already there, and so was Zoe. They already had everything spread out, both food and booze, on a patch of grass well sheltered by bushes and a little rise of ground.

  Zoe was in great spirits, chattering eagerly to me as the others crowded round AJ. Sam had picked her up, one of her friends as well. They’d gone back, with Naomi too, and got what I’d suggested myself, their hands tied behind their backs with their trousers and panties down while they were beaten. Her friend had taken it, but not too well, and had ended up being put in a cab to her parents’ house. Zoe had stayed, calling home to say she was with friends, which she thought was immensely funny.

  I told her my own story, which she listened too with increasing wonder, gasping at all the right moments, and her face screwing up in disgust when I told her I’d licked AJ’s bum clean.

  ‘Too dirty for me,’ she said. ‘I’ll kiss it, yeah, but not like that!’

  ‘Kiss what?’ Naomi demanded, as she approached.

  ‘Another girl’s bottom hole,’ I told her.

  ‘Sometimes you’ve just got to do what you’re told,’ Naomi said. ‘Like now. Strip, both of you, down to your panties.’

  ‘Here?’ Zoe demanded.

  ‘Yeah, here,’ Naomi said. ‘Nobody’s going to see. Not many anyway, and plenty of girls go topless on the Heath.’

  ‘To sunbathe, in bikini bottoms, yes –’ I began, Zoe glancing at me uncertainly.

  ‘If you want to be with us, you do as you’re told,’ Naomi answered her. ‘If you’re going to be babies, fuck off home. What’s it to be?’

  I hesitated. Zoe and I shared another glance, and suddenly she had taken hold of her top and was peeling it off, revealing her little braless boobs beneath. I followed suit, not at all sure of myself, but not wanting to leave her to do it alone.

  ‘Good girls,’ Naomi said, ‘and don’t pout, Zoe. Count yourself lucky you’ll still have your knicks on.’

  I stripped quickly, still sitting, so that the long grass hid me. My feelings of resentment were boiling up again, but excitement too. Three dominant women, and we’d be serving them, topless in the open air. They’d be able to have us, too, taking turns in the bushes while the others kept watch, or making us do dirty things together in front of them.

  Zoe was bare first, stripped to nothing but a tiny pair of bright pink panties, her socks and trainers. Her eyes were bright, moist too, and she was biting her finger nails as she glanced over to me. I reached out and squeezed her hand before pushing my combats down over my ankles.

  ‘Very cute,’ Sam remarked as I struggled a boot back on. ‘Here we are, AJ, a pair of baby dykes in panties and boots. Don’t they look sweet?’

  There was a chorus of agreement, which brought the blood to my cheeks, Zoe’s too. She stepped forwards though, really game, and made a curtsey to AJ. I followed suit, and we began to serve, opening beers and piling food onto plates, most of the time crawling or on our knees, while the girls sprawled in the grass.

  It was impossible not to get horny, just because I was crawling around in nothing but my panties. Not just that, but as we served I was forever being presented with Zoe’s beautiful little bottom, with just the pink panties to cover her cheeks. The material was caught up in the groove of her pussy too, which did look good. I was getting plenty of attention as well, and so was she. Again and again our bums would be slapped or pinched, or we’d be made to kneel up with our hands on our heads while our boobs were fondled, until both of us had damp patches between our legs.

  Not surprisingly that got noticed, and commented on. Zoe got held down, her knickers pulled off and Sam’s fingers pushed up her vagina. I was made to lick them, tasting her juices as she quickly scrambled back into her panties. The girls were drunk by then, and so were we, having sneaked at least our share of booze and food as we served. Even being topless didn’t seem to matter much, and the only people we’d seen had been gay couples, who’d given us a wide berth.

  It got ruder too, and drunker. Sam was getting really horny with Zoe, feeling her at every opportunity, kissing her too. Soon they were rolling together in the grass, mouths open with Sam’s hands down Zoe’s knickers, frigging her front and back. She made Zoe come, masturbating her, with a hand down the front of the little pink panties and two fingers up her pussy.

  Zoe was so full of energy after that, completely drunk and really manic, crawling around with a big damp patch showing on the seat of her panties. She just didn’t seem to care any more, and nor did I, really, not even bothering to resist as Naomi pulled me down into her arms.

  She held me by the hair, fiddling with her trousers, and pushing them down one-handed. Her knickers came with them, baring her pussy, and as she rolled up her legs my face was pulled into her. I licked, urgently, eager, yet scared of getting caught. It didn’t happen. She came in my face, a really strong orgasm, her teeth gritted in reaction as it hit her. That left me as wet as Zoe, and badly in need of an orgasm, if not quite such a public one. I was going to ask, only for AJ to get there first, declaring that it was her turn.

  ‘Over here, both of you,’ she ordered.

  We went, crawling. Sam stood, to glance out from our hiding place, nodding the all clear as she came back. Immediately AJ undid her trouser button, scrambling over as she did it. The trousers came down, her knickers with them, and her bare bum was showing, ready for our tongues. We crawled closer, our flesh touching. I could feel Zoe’s shivering and my own as we went down on AJ, kissing her bottom and thighs. She sighed with pleasure, and I kissed her bumhole, pushing Zoe’s head lower.

  The others watched as we licked and kiss
ed at AJ’s rear, Zoe on her pussy, me seeing to her bum. It didn’t take long, with both of us rapt in our job; before I’d even really got the taste of it AJ was moaning, with her hole starting to pulse on my tongue. A moment later she came in our faces, immediately slumping down to pull up her trousers. I was wetter than ever, and desperately wanted to come, so I took Zoe in my arms, our bottoms still stuck out towards Sam and Naomi. She responded, kissing me, and we began to snog, her hands going to my boobs, mine to her bum.

  ‘It looks like they’ve wet themselves!’ Naomi laughed. ‘Talk about sopping.’

  ‘We should make them do it,’ Sam laughed.

  ‘No, we shouldn’t,’ Naomi crowed. ‘I’ve got a better idea.’

  I broke away from Zoe, suddenly nervous as Naomi rolled over towards what was left of the food. Taking some French bread, she pulled out the centre, piling it on a plate. I watched, still holding Zoe, in growing apprehension as she added tomatoes, paté and guacamole, mushing it up to make a revolting straw-coloured paste.

  ‘You going to make them eat it?’ AJ laughed.

  ‘No,’ Naomi answered.

  ‘Do it!’ Sam urged. ‘Off each other’s tits!’

  ‘I’ve got a better idea,’ Naomi said. ‘Zoe, hold out the back of Jade’s panties.’

  I hesitated, realising what she was going to do, although my hands had gone instinctively to my bottom. Zoe didn’t care, or she was too drunk to know what was going on. Giggling, she put her hands around my back, holding out the pouch of my knickers.

  ‘Hands on head, Jade,’ AJ ordered, ‘or we’ll just hold you down and do it anyway.’

  Reluctantly, I obeyed, slowly lifting my hands as Naomi waded the disgusting-looking sludge into a rough ball. She picked it up, shuffling closer. I shut my eyes, my face screwed up. Her arm touched my side, and the wet, squashy ball of spoiled food was dropped down my panties.