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			Tina's Special Meal

			by James Greenwald

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This is a story for adults only. Don't read it if you are a minor or
offended by sexually-explicit literature of a scatological nature. I
don't usually write stuff like this, but was inspired by a story
posted to a.s.s.m. I don't do stuff like this and don't advocate that
anyone else do it either. The whipping, scat and water sports go
pretty far. Too far for me. I don't think I will write any more like
this one, but I had to get it out of my system.

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	Tina had been looking forward to dinner with Greta all week.
Her mistress had promised her a very special dinner Saturday night.
She dressed with great care, choosing an especially nice dress,
wearing her best jewelry and perfume.  Looking at herself in the
mirror, she thought she looked her best. But, she spent so much time
getting ready that she arrived at Greta's place nearly ten minutes
late. Greta was quite angry.

	"When are you going to learn to be on time for important
occasions?" she said.  "I will have to punish you for being late."
With that she forced Tina to pull up her skirt and lean forward on a
dining room chair. With one hand she pulled the poor girl's panties
down to her knees and with the other began thrashing her butt with a
ruler she kept handy for disciplining he slaves. Ten smart whacks
which turned her butt pink, but drew no blood and probably wouldn't
even leave any welts. "There," said Greta. "I hope you learned your
lesson." "Yes, Mistress Greta," said Tina. "I won't be late again."

	"I am strongly tempted to forget about that special meal for
you and just open a can of spaghetti and let you eat that," mused
Greta. "I don't have to share with you. And, I don't know that I want
to share with someone as ungrateful as you seem to be. You haven't
even licked my boot. You can see it's dusty."

	Tina looked and saw there was a bit of dust on one of them.
Striving to be a good slave, she knelt down in front of Greta and
began licking the shiny leather clean. Greta lifted her boot and
Tina's tongue snaked around to lick the heel and sole. She licked
carefully and made the entire boot wet with her saliva, almost but not
quite enjoying the tast of the grit and dirt. "Well, that's better,"
said Greta. "But, you don't seem appreciative enought. Are you really
ready to enjoy your special meal?"

	Tina hadn't a clue as to what Greta planned to serve her, but
quickly claimed she would devour it with the utmost enjoyment. His
mistress said she doubted that was true. How would Tina react if she
served it to her in a dogfood bowl?  What if it was dogfood? Or maybe
some dog biscuits? Tina pleaded with Greta. "It wouldn't matter.
Whatever you want to give me and however you serve it, I will eat it
and I will like it and beg for more."  Greta smiled and said she liked
Tina's attitude, but somehow doubted that she really meant it. Tina
begged for whatever Greta would give her. "We'll see," said Greta. "I
want to eat first.  Set the table for one. I will bring my dinner from
the kitchen." Tina was secretly disappointed that Greta would not be
eating with her, but it was her usual practice. Greta ate first and
Tina got the leftovers. Oh well, perhaps Greta would have something
especially good instead of her usual meal of brown rice and
vegetables.

	Tina was disappointed for brown rice and vegetables with a few
slivers of chicken was all that Greta ate. The disappointment must
have shown on her face for Greta noticed. "I have studied nutrition
and I eat what is good for me--lots of fiber and complex
carbohydrates, not too much protein and a minimum of fat.  It is
important for me to eat well." She paused, significantly Tina later
understood, and added, "It is important for you too." Tina thought
Greta wanted her to adopt the same diet. And, she did when she was
around Greta. Away from her she often ate fast foods, chocolates, and
other dietary no-nos. Greta always ate slowly, chewing each mouthful
carefully before swallowing it. He dinner took almost 45 minutes
without a lot of conversation. Greta did ask about Tina's week, wanted
to know what she had eaten and what she had drunk. Drink was also
important for Greta. She usually drank a glass of red wine with
dinner, but tonight she had two bottles of lager beer--far more than
she normally drank. "I am so thirsty today," was her only comment,
when she dispatched Tina to the kitchen for the second bottle. "It is
for you too," she said, laughing.

	Tina wondered how the beer could be for her. Probably Greta
intended allowing her to have a beer with her meal. She had given her
a glass of wine occasionally. That's what she meant. Finally, Greta
was finished with her dinner. She polished off the last few drops of
beer and said, "Let us go into the living room. We need to wait for my
dinner to settle before you can eat--and drink." This was, Tina
thought, part of Greta's usual pattern of teasing her and then making
her wait or withdrawing whatever it was she had offered. In the living
room, Greta proved this thought was quite wrong. She immediately made
advances on Tina and was soon sucking her breasts and fingering her
pussy. Tina responded eagerly. The wonderful love-making that Greta
was capable of made the abuse bearable. No, the abuse made the sex
even more pleasurable.

	Tina responded and was soon licking Greta's hairy slit,
nipping and tugging on the labia and teasing the clit, occasionally
thrusting her deeply into the vagina, working to bring her mistress to
an orgasm. This always took a long time. Greta responded inkind, but
it seldom took long for Tina to orgasm.  Tonight was especially good
for some reason Tina did not understand. She climaxed three or four
times and even the slow Greta had two.  The second coincided with
Tina's fourth, leaving both women shaking and thumping around on the
sofa, moaning with pleasure. When it subsided, Greta said, "Get down
on the floor. I want to do 69." Tina obeyed, as always. 

	She lay on the floor with her legs spread, closed her eyes
and, with her arms folded behind her head, watited for Greta to lower
herself. But, nothing happened. Curious, Tina opened her eyes. Greta
was gone. Tina's puzzlement ended when she heard the toilet flush in
the bathroom. Greta returned within a minute or so, smiling and
carrying a roll of toilet paper. Tina was really puzzled by that, but
knew better than to ever question anything Greta did.  Quickly, Greta
knelt down over Tina's face and lowered her pussy for Tina's tender
attentions.  Tongue and fingers went to work, striving to bring Greta
off once again. One thing that Greta particularly liked was for Tina
to stroke her finger up and down her asscrack and even to poke a
fingertip inside the hole itself. Tonight, she signalled a certain
urgency about this. Tina complied, but Greta adjusted her body and
offered her asscrack to Tina's mouth. "Kiss me there," she said.
"Lick me. Stick your tongue inside me there." Tina obeyed, as always.

Greta was intensely aroused by Tina's attentions to her ass. She came
quickly and strongly and collapsed on Tina's chest, resting for a
minute or two. Then, she sat up, but her ass rested on Tina's face.
"Tina," she said, "Are you ready for your dinner? I do so want to give
it to you. . ." "Yes, please," said Tina.  She was really quite hungry
for she hadn't eaten since noon and it was now 9:00 Pm. "Please. . ."
Greta said, "Good. Tina, I promised you it would be a very special
meal for and it is. I hope you will enjoy eating it as much as I will
enjoy giving it to you." "I'm sure I will," said Tina. "Well, then,"
said Greta, "we'll need to adjust our positions a little." With that
she lifted her ass a few inches and cocked it directly in Tina's face.
"What on Earth?" thought Tina and then. . . she understood. Her eyes
snapped open. "Open your mouth, Tina dearest," ordered Greta.
 
	Tina watched as Greta spread her spread her magnificent
asscheeks with her hands. The hole looked small, dark and wrinkled. It
was still closed. The thick black pussy hair extended back in Greta's
asscrack on both sides of the hole and came together an inch or so
above it before tapering out at the top of the crack. Tina loved to
nestle her face in the fur. Greta's skin was clear and unblemished and
her buttocks were simultaneously firm, yet soft and inviting.  Tina
didn't understand what was going on inside of her. What she felt was
not revulsion as she looked up at Greta's butt, but eager
anticipation. 

	Greta’s small puckered asshole slowly opened, exposing the
tip of a large, firm chocolate-brown turd. Tina swallowed hard and
then pushed her tongue out to meet it, cradling it as it slowly slid
into her mouth. Her tongue caressed the sides of the shit feeling its
semi-firm texture and savoring its sweet bitterness.  Tina found she
liked it. Somehow this seemed right. But, she wasn't quite sure what
to do next. And then, Greta closed her asshole, squeezing off the
first piece of shit, and Tina knew. She swallowed it whole without
chewing and she found it slid down her throat almost as easily as a
banana. "I see you like eating my shit." said Greta. "Want some more?"
She didn't wait for an answer, just opened her asshole again and
squeezed out the next piece.

	"That's another advantage of a high-fiber diet, Tina." she
explained. "It produces very sizable bowel movements. I have a lot
more of it. I want you to have enough to eat, you know. I don't want
to starve you. Do you like it? Is it good?"

	Even before Greta finished speaking, Tina knew that she would
want an answer so she swallowed the second piece as quickly as she
could. She was ready to answer and knew exactly what to say. "Oh,
thank you, Greta," she breathed. "I had no idea what your special meal
would be, but this is so special. I don't have any words to say how
much I like it. And, I'm still so hungry." With that she stuck her
tongue in Greta's asshole, seeking to dig out another piece. Her
tongue found it of course and Greta helped her extract it, pushing and
squeezing it out with her sphincter muscles. It followed the first and
second pieces. A fourth and a fifth and finally a sixth piece followed
too. All of them large and brown and tasting bitter-sweet. And Tina
devoured each piece of shit eagerly, hoping as she finished each one,
that there would be another. By the time Greta was finished, her tummy
was full and her throat was nearly clogged with shit. 

	"Is my darling Tina thirsty?" asked Greta. Tina didn't have to
ask what was on the wine list. She simply said, "Yes." Greta lifted
herself, turned so that she faced Tina and knelt down again. This time
she pissed and pissed hard into Tina's open mouth. "Swallow," she
ordered. "Don't spill any or I will have to give you a whipping you
won't forget." Tina swallowed Greta's incredibly hot and
strong-tasting piss. There was at least a pint of it and it came so
quickly she couldn't help, but let some spill out of her mouth. The
golden nectar brought Tina to the bursting point, but she felt
satiated and happy. Greta, however, was neither. She was infuriated.

	She grabbed the toilet paper and wiped her asshole clean.
"Just you wait until I'm done," she said. "You're going to get it!"
Finished, she looked around for somewhere to stick the dirty paper and
then remembered the convenient Tina. Her left hand went to Tina's
mouth, grabbed the jaw and pulled it open. The right hand crammed the
shitty toilet paper into Tina's mouth. The left hand snapped it
closed. "Swallow!" she said. This was nothing for Tina. As she had
watched Greta cleaning herself with the toilet paper, she had found
herself wishing that Greta would allow her to do that job the next
time Greta's shit was on the dinner menu--using her own tongue. This
time all she could do was swallow the paper Greta crammed in her
mouth.

	And then it was over. Greta pulled Tina over on to her knee
and began thrashing her ass very hard with a heavy leather belt. "That
will teach you to spill piss on my carpet," she said. Greta had no
mercy, beating Tina until the blood flowed from the cuts on her ass.
"Please," babbled Tina. "I'll never do it again." Greta gave her
another five whacks and then relented. "That will do for now," she
said. "You nearly ruined the special meal with your clumsiness. I am
still so mad I could spit nails. Get out of here and go home." "Isn't
that strange," thought Tina. "This is how all our dates end. She
throws me out, but I always come back for more."

					The End 


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