Silver Platter In college, I lived in a coed dormitory where the girls stayed on even floors, the guys on odd floors. There was a girl who lived on the floor above me named Jeannie. Jeannie was gorgeous. She was about 5'9 with dark curly hair, dark eyes, high cheekbones, a gorgeous smile, beautifully full breasts and long, never ending legs. She was every guy's wet dream - mine included. Unfortunately, she seemed to never notice me. I frequently saw her with the jocks and rich fraternity guy. I was not a social member of either club. I decided to buy her flowers. Twice a week for a month I bought her various bouquets of flowers from the local florist signing the card, "Your admirer, -John". And several times during that period I would be coming back from class and would see her in her usual short dress and on tiptoes, holding her new bouquet of flowers, wondering who "John" was. Finally, after a month, I sent her a card only, with the following inscription: Dear Jeannie, I've wanted to tell you for some time, just how much you mean to me. Whenever I see you, my heart beats like there's no tomorrow. The scent of your hair as you pass me in the hallway makes my knees week and when I look into your beautiful eyes, it's like looking into the portals of heaven. I have a special gift I'd like to give to you personally, if you'll meet me in the student activity center, tonight at 7:00pm. Love, -John At 6:00pm, I took a shower and shaved. I got dressed in a nice pair of blue jeans, a tee-shirt, and some sneakers. I then sat on my bed and waited, minute by minute for the magical time to arrive. At 6:45, I nervously got up and picked up the bag containing her gift. I walked out of my dorm room, took the elevator to the first floor, walked to the student activity center, and waited - wondering if anyone else could hear the thumping of my heart as loudly as I could. At 7:05, I heard a set of footsteps and turned excitedly but it was someone else. At 7:15, I was beginning to become worried. I waited a few more minutes and then dejectedly started heading towards the elevators. When I got to the elevator door, SHE stepped out, walking briskly past me as if I wasn't there. She was wearing skin-tight jeans which looked as if they were painted on, sandals, and a white tank-top. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Hesitating for a second, I turned and sheepishly began walking behind her, and then excitedly contemplating the thought that she might be heading towards the student activity center. She walked in the door just before I did. Standing at the door, I saw her looking around at the various people sitting there watching TV, playing cards, etc. She finally turned back towards the door and seeing me staring asked, "What are YOU looking at?" "Well", I stammered, "I, ugh, well, ugh, ?I have something um for you" and I thrust the bag in her direction. With a puzzled look and a frown, she reluctantly took the bag from me, opened it up, and saw the small, white, rectangular box inside. "You're John?", she asked in disbelief and shock. "Ugh, yes", I replied. "I hope you're not disappointed?" She chuckled cruelly. "Don't get me wrong", she replied. "I think what you've been doing is very sweet but GET REAL! What is it you want, anyway?" I glumly replied, "I love you and I'd do anything for you. I thought you'd realize how much I adore you and worship you. I thought that if you only knew how much I wanted you that you would be moved". Not answering, she opened the box. Framed in soft cotton was a white gold, diamond pendant. "It's gorgeous", she gasped, "But that doesn't change anything. You're not my type and that's not going to change." Pausing a bit, she then bit her lip tenderly and said, "It's so beautiful. May I keep it anyway?". "Well, of course", I said. "I worship you so much that it doesn't really matter if you reciprocate. Even if you don't love me that will never change the way I feel about you." Smirking a bit, she hesitatingly asked, "Will you buy me presents?" I replied, "Of course I'll buy you presents. I'll do anything for you. I'll get you anything you want and I'll even put it on a silver platter!" She smiled warmly and said, "Well, as long as you realize that their can never be anything between us I suppose there's no harm in you expressing your love for me. I've got to go do some studying now but perhaps you can surprise me again really soon. "Bye-bye", she sang and walked away, her ass gently swaying? A few days later, I went out to the jewelry store and bought her a pair of white-gold, diamond-stud earrings. After having them gift wrapped, I went to a department store and bought an 8" sterling silver platter - hand engraved and signed by the artist. I had this wrapped also. I left the gifts at the dorm mailroom with instructions to give them to Jeannie. A few days went by and though I passed Jeannie several times in the hallway, she didn't acknowledge me in any way. One day, I saw her talking to a guy at the dorm entrance. Stopping a few feet away, I waited patiently, eyes downcast, for her to finish her conversation. I was suddenly aware of being part of the conversation. "He's waiting to talk to YOU?", the guy said. "Who is this guy?" She replied, "He's just some harmless geek who's infatuated with me. He likes to buy me things even though I've told him that he's meaningless and insignificant to me. What am I supposed to do?" They both laughed. "I guess he's no better than a doormat then", he chuckled. "No, I suppose you're right", she added, and they turned and walked away, heading into the dorm. I was crushed of course but over the next few weeks, I continued to buy her things. I bought her clothes, jewelry, records (yes, this was in the days before CDs), movie tickets, etc. I was not rich but I had managed to save several thousand dollars which went towards meals, books, entertainment, etc. Jeannie still did not acknowledge me in the presence of others but she would occasionally say hi when she was by herself. When I would stop to talk to her, she would typically keep right on walking except when she needed something. For example, one time she stopped and said, "You know, I could use a few lamps in my room. It's so dark and gloomy in those dorm rooms you know. Would you be a sweetie and pick me up a few ?" She would then smile that magical smile of hers and I'd be hooked. In addition to the lamps, she asked me for perfume, makeup and feminine supplies, etc., the latter after giving me her phone number and telling me to never stop by her room unless I called first and received permission. Even though I knew she was using me, I couldn't help it. I realized that I was totally addicted to her presence and would do almost anything just to be near her. Unfortunately, my money ran out. I sent her a card which sadly said: Dear Jeannie, Over the last several months, I think you've grown to understand just how much I worship and adore you. I wish I could continue buying you presents until the end of time but my money has run out. In fact, I don't know where I'll get the money to pay for my dorm next semester. Despite all this, I hope we can continue to be friends always. Love, -John I saw her several days later and she passed me by with nary a glance. I ran to my room and cried for an hour after that. I then got bold and called her on the phone. "Hello", she said sweetly. "Hi Jeannie", I said. "This is John". She replied, "I'm sorry John, I told you that there would never be anything between us. Is there anything else I can help you with?" A few seconds of silence went by before I sobbed, "Listen Jeannie. It's killing me not to be able to buy you things. Isn't there anything else I can do for you?" Again, there was an uncomfortable moment of silence before she replied, "Why don't you come over, John. There's something I'd like to give you. Be here in 10 minutes." And she hung up. I dried off my tears and literally ran up the stairs to her room. She answered the door in a jean-skirt and a tube top. "Here you go, John. Please take care of this for me", she said as she handed me a huge basket full of dirty clothes. She shut the door in my face but I was so pleased to be able to do something for her again that I cheerfully took her clothes down to the laundry room. As I was sifting through her things, I came across a pair of her silky transparent panties. Wondering what they looked like while gracing her body I found myself bringing them to my nose as I inhaled her sweet fragrance. "JESUS", someone screamed and I looked up and saw Tammi, a friend of Jeannie's who looked at me in disgust and walked away. Embarrassed, I threw the underwear into the washing machine along with the other clothes. After her clothes were washed and dried, I folded everything and neatly put them back into the basket and went back to her room and knocked on the door. The door opened - It was Tammi. She had an impish grin on her face. "Jeannie says that you worship the ground she walks on and would do anything for her. Is that true John?" Hesitating a bit I replied, "Yes, it's true. I love her more than anything in the world." "Uh-huh", she replied. "Why don't you come in for a few minutes." Thrilled to be invited into the private chambers of my beloved Jeannie, I eagerly stepped into the room. "Tammi said you were smelling the crotch of my underwear. I didn't realize you liked women's underwear, John", Jeannie said. Not knowing how to reply, I said nothing. Jeannie then said, "If you like them so much, why don't you try them on?" She then took out the pair that I had been sniffing and handed them to me. When I paused, she continued, "Go on. I thought you said you'd do anything for me? Off with your clothes, and on with my underwear", she cried with glee. She and Tammi were laughing hysterically, slapping their thighs and having a good-ole-time. I sheepishly took off my shoes, then my pants and was standing there in my underwear, socks, and shirt. "Take off your underwear, PERVERT", Tammi ordered. "And put on Jeannie's. As I slid my underwear down, my somewhat small member sprang to attention. "Will you look at that", Jeannie uttered. "Apparently it turns him on to wear women's clothing". As I was sliding her underwear on, Jeannie was rummaging through her closet. She pulled out a pair of 4" high heels and placed them at my feet. I took off my socks, and one by one, put on her high heel shoes. It was a tight fit but I managed to get them on. She then handed me a power blue, midriff tank top and told me to replace the shirt I was wearing with her top. There I was, wearing a blue midriff top, blue panties, and black heels. My dick (what little there was of it) was as hard as a rock. There could be no denying that fact. Tammi picked up my shoes, socks, pants, and shirt and walked over to the window where she dropped them to the floor, 9 stories below! "What have you done?", I cried. "Don't worry about your clothes", Jeannie said. "You said you'd do anything for me and I'm telling you not to be concerned." Suddenly, Tammi leaned over to Jeannie and whispered something in her ear. "That sounds great, Tammi. Go ahead and we'll wait here". Tammi got up and walked out the door. I heard a knock on the dorm room next door, followed by some whispering. A few seconds later, I heard another knock, followed by another, and another, and another. After a few minutes, I heard the murmur of what sounded like 20 or 30 people talking excited in the hallway. All at once, the door sprung open and Tammi said, "Surprise. Come on out and model your new clothes for us." Jeannie began pushing me out the door. At first I resisted but she put her lips next to my ear and whispered, "John, please do this for me. It would really make me happy". At her words, I boldly walked into the hallway where I was surrounded by screams, whoops, and catcalls. There were 25-30 people standing around and laughing at my predicament. There were mostly women but a handful of men looked on too, drinking beer and pointing at me. "What a fag", one guy said. "I always knew he was a dork". The hallway erupted with laughter. "Jeannie", one girl said. "Is that the loser who was buying you all those presents? No wonder you didn't want to have anything to do with him." "Look at his pathetic cock sticking up", another girl added, while yet another coed yelled, "Apparently all this turns him on cuz it looks like he's blowing a load in his panties!" Everyone hooted and hollered at that one. One girl walked up to me and ran her nails across my painful erection. My dick immediately throbbed, close to release. Someone snuck up behind me and grabbing the panties by the waistband, jerked them down to my knees. The room exploded in laughter again. "Why, he's got a little boy's penis", one of them said. Everyone was cackling and talking excitedly. Jeannie walked up to my side and said, "Would you masturbate for us?" Tears were streaming down my face at the humiliation of it all. I shook my head no but she added, "You promised me that you would do anything for me. Please, John. It would make me so happy", and she smiled that beautiful smile. I began rubbing my undersized member while gazing at her smile. I was so turned on that it didn't take much. Seconds later, I was gushing up white. It dribbled out of my little cock in very unimpressive fashion but that didn't seem to bother anyone. Everyone was laughing uproariously as Jeannie pushed down on my shoulders, telling me to clean it up. Looking up at her and wondering what I was supposed to clean it up with, she whispered, "Use your tongue", and she smiled wickedly. I knelt down on the floor and amidst cheers from the crowd, began lapping up my warm cum. I had never tasted cum before but it didn't taste bad although it had a funny texture as it slid down my throat. As I was licking the floor clean, a guy walked over towards me. I started to look up but Jeannie was standing right next to me and pushed my head back down. "I didn't tell you to look up", she ordered. I looked back down and continued licking as I heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped. Suddenly, I felt a splash on the back of my head as I realized that he was pissing on me. I lifted my head incredulously and my mouth must have opened because the next thing I knew, he was pissing right into my mouth. "Drink it", Jeannie ordered. I allowed my mouth to fill up with his bitter piss, then I swallowed what I could while he continued pissing into my face, and after swallowing I would open my mouth again for it to fill up again. This repeated itself a few times before he finished, shook off his cock, sprinkling me with a few more drops, and then walked away. A few people had left in disgust but 10-15 people stayed. Most of them were still laughing up a storm, calling me names, hollering, offering suggestions, etc. Another guy walked up and took his dick out. Standing in front of me, his dick merely inches from my urine soaked mouth, I was aware of his maleness which somehow made my mouth water. "Suck him off", Jeannie said. "Put his cock in your mouth and make him cum down your pathetic geek mouth". Not waiting for me to comply, the guy grabbed the back of my head and roughly plunged his semi erect cock into my mouth where he began fucking my face. His soft cock quickly grew hard as he plunged his shaft in and out of my mouth amidst a chorus of laughter and applause from the crowd. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jeannie with a camera and several flashes went off as she captured the event on film. His balls were slapping my shin and he began grunting in earnest. Soon , he was jetting his cum down my throat. I tried to swallow as much as I could but much of it spilled out of my mouth and down my chin. After he came, he released the hold on the back of my head as he gently stroked his cock in and out of my mouth while I quietly sobbed. I noticed that Jeannie had disappeared into her room. I hoped she would return soon since I was doing this only to make her happy. After a few minutes, the guy firmly grasped the back of my head once again and I felt a trickling in the back of my throat, followed by a steady stream as he began pissing in my mouth. After he was done, Jeannie reappeared and ordered me to lick up his cum that was spilled and said she had a surprise for me. I licked up the cum that had spilled on the floor as Jeannie stepped in front of me, holding the silver platter I had bought for her. She asked someone to bring her a chair. She told me to hold out the silver platter. As I did what I was told, she turned so that her glorious ass was facing me. She deftly lifted up her skirt and placed her hands on the arms of the chair for support. She lowered her ass to within inches of the silver platter and began dumping a load of shit, directly onto the platter. She apparently had been holding it for quite a while because an enormous quantity of her foul excrement was piling up on the plate. Squeezing out the last of it, she told me to put the plate down and to lick her ass clean. "Ugg", someone replied. "You can't be serious. Even John wouldn't stoop so low". Jeannie looked back at me over her shoulder and smiled. I began licking her ass. It tasted foul but what else is shit supposed to taste like?. It was Jeannie's shit and that was all that mattered to me. I finished licking her clean and then she gave me her next order of the day. "Eat what's on the plate, John", she said sweetly. I began crying hard. "I can't do that Jeannie.", "Remember your promise?", She said. "You said you'd do anything for me. Please? It would really make me happy", and she smiled that beautiful smile. I still couldn't bring myself to do it. She got stern and said, "Someone bring me a spoon. He will eat this one way or another." Tammi quickly ran into Jeannie's room and brought out a soup spoon. Jeannie handed it to me and told me to take a bite. I reluctantly scooped up a bit of it onto the spoon and held it in front of my face. Jeannie grabbed my hand by the wrist and pushed the spoon until it was resting on my lips. She pressed until my mouth opened, then she forced the spoon full of shit through my pursed lips and into my mouth. There was a roar of laughter and cries of "Shit Eater!", echoed through the hallway. I was aware of another flash as apparently someone else had decided to join in on the picture taking. The taste of course, was awful. I was barely able to swallow it down. Jeannie looked down at me and said, "Finish it". When I hesitated she informed me, "Look, if you ever want to see me again you'll do as I say and I'm saying EAT IT!" The crowd looked on incredulously as I spooned up a mound of shit and placed it into my mouth. I was gagging and choking. Tears were streaming down my face which was red with shame and humiliation but the thought of seeing Jeannie again kept me going. Despite coughing, sputtering, and nearly retching, I continued to eat spoon after spoon of her shit off of the silver platter I had given to her - sweet thoughts of my angel keeping me going. When I finished, the crowd was clapping and cheering. "Lick the plate clean", Jeannie ordered. And I did, grateful to be able to have done something to make the women of my dreams proud. Jeannie turned to the crowd and announced, "John apparently enjoys eating shit and I'm in a charitable mood. Would anyone else care to donate to the needy?" Two drunken coeds and one guy walked up and formed a line in front of the chair. The first coed positioned herself, back to me, and began unfastening her pants while Jeannie ordered, "Pick up the silver platter John." The coed squatted above the plate and began delivering my second course of the evening. Needless to say, it was a very long night. -written by toilet slave John