Sarah's Unveiling

Emily took off her flip-flops, sweatpants, and t-shirt and dropped them into the bin with her name. Then she went to the cupboard and got out her uniform. 'This is all ridiculous,' she thought, 'but this part is the worst.'

The uniform was a kind of French maid's outfit. However, the skirt was essentially just a tu-tu, exposing Emily's nether regions completely. She pulled on the stockings, which were relatively standard, and put on the shiny black shoes. The shirt was more of an outline of a shirt, leaving her heavy breasts completely exposed. Finally, she put on the hat. 'I wish I looked sexy, not silly,' she thought.

She went to the foyer and stood by the front door. Miss Liz was already there. "You look ravishing, my dear," she said. She leaned in and kissed Emily, and groped briefly at her breast. "I will wait for them in the sitting room." Liz left.

Emily stood and waited.

After a time, the doorbell rang. She opened the door and curtsied to the guest. "Miss Kate!" she said. "Won't you please come in."

Kate was wearing a classic Victorian corseted top, with frills and buttons and lace and all kinds of frippery. She was carrying a parasol and wearing what looked to be uncomfortably high heels. She appeared to have trouble balancing in them. Aside from that, though, she was completely nude from the waist down.

"Please show me to Miss Liz," she requested. Emily took her hand and led her to the sitting room. "Miss Kate," she announced. Elizabeth, also bottomless, rose from the sofa to greet her friend. As they exchanged pleasantries, Emily curtsied again and returned to the front door.

Next to arrive was Miss Sasha, a tall, thin woman who could have been a model. Emily curtsied for her, and and she rose, Sasha reached out and grabbed Emily's nipple. She twisted it quite firmly, nearly all the way around, until Emily gasped from pain. "Thank you, ma'am," said Emily.

Finally came Miss Sherry, a petite, 40-ish Asian woman. She slid her hand over Emily's ass. "Please walk in front of me, Emily," she requested. Emily did so, knowing Sherry was watching her backside as she led her into the sitting room.

All four women were dressed quite formally from the waist up, but were nude from the waist down. None of them mentioned this fact, however. In fact they seemed to all think they were being quite formal, as if they were at an afternoon high tea.

Once they had all gathered in the sitting room, Elizabeth announced, "I have a new toy that I would like to unveil. If you would all follow me."

She walked into the dining room and over to where Sarah was hidden underneath the blanket. Sarah could hear the other ladies walking with her, their heels clacking on the tile floor.

"Emily, be a dear," she heard, and then the blanket was lifted. All the women were arranged around her, staring down.

Sarah could not move her head, so her eyes darted around as she took in the scene. Four women, nude from the waist down, in oddly formal and elaborate clothes from the waist up, were gazing lustfully -- maybe even cruelly -- at her. She knew Miss Liz, of course, and she recognized Miss Sherry as the lawyer she had dealt with. She did not recognize the tall, beautiful model...'Oh no!' she thought. She recognized the fourth woman, the one in the corset with a large, floppy hat. It was Kate Donohue, a professor in her department!

The ladies looked down. What they saw was a middle-aged woman, fully nude, on a sybian. Her arms were chained behind her, and her head had been chained backward so that her mouth, which was held open by an o-ring gag, was nearly horizontal. Her breasts jutted out. She was breathing excitedly, and was completely helpless.

Sherry clapped. "Oooh, how lovely!"

Miss Liz gave her a stern look. "Yes," she said sharply. She didn't want her big reveal to be upstaged.

"I would like to introduce you all to Professor Sarah Osbourne. She has two PhDs, in psychology and women's studies, and currently works at the University. I expect she will have tenure soon. She is also happily married."

Miss Liz reached out to brush aside a wayward hair, then caressed the side of Sarah's face.

"However, today Sarah is none of those things. Instead, she is our urinal. As you can see, she has been arranged and outfitted to ensure proper operation." Here Miss Liz pointed at the o-ring that was holding Sarah's mouth lewdly open.

"Should you need to urinate, Sarah asks that you use her, and not the porcelain toilet. It would be so very disappointing to us both if you were to ignore this request. Also, please try not to make a mess. Sarah assures me that she is perfectly capable of swallowing everything, so I ask that you limit your emissions to her mouth. Now, as you can see, there is also no toilet paper available here. Instead, Sarah will serve this function as well." Here she looked down. "Can you show us please?"

Sarah stuck her tongue out as far as it would go. "She'll be more than happy to clean you upon demand."

Sasha made a noise as if she were about to speak, but Miss Liz held up a hand. "There will be time for questions momentarily. First I would like to finish displaying my toy."

She continued. "Sarah has expressed an interest in other liquids. If you're familiar with her research, you will already know that she regularly consumes prodigious quantities of semen. She's recently acquired a taste for more feminine fluids, though, and should you want to, let us say, rub up against her pretty face, there will be no objection."

Here all the ladies laughed, for of course Sarah had no way to object.

"Sarah has also informed me that she is a spittoon. Normally of course, ladies would not spit. But, if one must, what better place than in a toilet? For this you may use her face or mouth, as you see fit. If you feel that her face is too messy, please call upon Emily to attend to cleaning."

"In her work with gentlemen, she encourages them to talk most vilely to her. A lady, of course, would not normally speak in such rough terms as a man might use, but... who could possibly object to what someone might say in the privacy of a urinal? I am sure those of us at the table will turn a deaf ear should you wish to, say, describe our urinal in unladylike terms."

"Sarah's breasts are also available for use, as you can see. You may pinch them or slap them as you desire." Here, Miss Liz bent forward, took Sarah's right nipple between her thumb and finger, and gave it a twist. Sarah moaned. One of the ladies gave a little clap.

"Speaking of her breasts, at the end of the evening, Sarah has asked that we feel free to whip them. You will each get a turn, should you so desire."

Sherry coughed, then said, "What about orgasms, Miss Liz?"

Miss Liz turned. "Oh my, I completely forgot! Thank you, my dear. Here on the shelf is the control for Sarah's sybian. You may adjust it as you see fit. However, I ask that you please respect the house rule, which is that a urinal may not orgasm until she has had a mouthful. It's so very important, I think, to form the proper associations between pleasure and one's duty, don't you?"

"Now ladies, if there are no further questions, let us have Emily seat us."