Last night I went to the bar. It was the same bar as lastSaturday, I can’t think of a dirtier bar that that one. It was very crowded thistime, I went later in the night. Just like you said, I went up to each personthere an asked if I could clean out their ash trays. Everyone let me. I wouldpick them up and dump the dirty ash into my mouth. The first time I almostchoked. The gritty taste of carbon was disgusting. I had to spit it back intothe tray and lick it up, after swallowing what was left of what was in mymouth. The smoker looked at me shocked. I smiled a sooty smile at him and movedon.  I was wearing a black low cut topwith a black bra, short skirt and black cotton panties. Sorry Master, I didn’trealize I wasn’t allowed to wear underwear. I got a beer from the bar andwashed the rest down. I chewed and swallowed what felt like hundreds ofcigarette butts. Some were still hot. The hot ash burnt my tongue but I wasable to choke it down. I didn’t think I could eat any more. I dumped the next 6full ashtrays into my bra, 3 on each side. My nipples screamed in pain where I had burnt them earlier and Istruggled not to cry. After a few deep breaths I felt better, though the painwas still there.  There was chewed gum inone of them, and I started chewing it. I finished up by emptying the last ashtray into my panties and drinking a jar of someone’s spit out chewing tobacco.

By this time I had drawn a lot of attention to myself Iwalked over and sat down at the bar, where this guy bought me a JerseyTurnpike. I watched as the bartender wiped up all the spilled beer and liquorwith a dirty rag and squeezed it into a shot glass, then set it in front of me.I downed it, and it tasted pretty good after the shit I just ate. We startedtalking. He asked why I just licked clean all of those ash trays, and Iexplained to him that I was a slave and that my Master had told me to, and thatI was proud that every ash tray had been emptied either into my stomach orunderwear and licked clean. I told him I still needed to  eat someone’s vomit, and asked him if hewould vomit for me.

Of course he agreed, he new he was getting laid, even if itwas by a walking ash tray. He led me into the men’s room and into a stall. Itwas tight in there and my tender nipples were pressed against his chest. He hadme pick up a half empty cup of beer sitting on the floor behind the toilet. Iheld it over my tits as he stuck his fingers down his throat. Hot puke spewedeverywhere, filling the cup and spraying my exposed chest and shirt.  I took his hands and placed them on my tits,then I chugged the cup of purple-brown chunky vomit.  It was vile. Apparently he thought so tobecause he puked all over my tits again, this time with no help from hisfingers.

I took this time to put my hands down his pants. He had amassive throbbing boner. I unzipped him and pulled it out, then mounted him,sliding it inside me.  He tried to objecttelling me we didn’t have protection but once I started fucking him he seemedto care less. He squeezed my sore tits as I rode his massive cock. He tried topull out  when he came but I didn’t lethim, just sitting on his cock.

This is when I realized I had to shit. I stuck my tonguedown his throat as I took a massive dump while sitting on his cock on to thefloor. I dismounted him and sat down in front of it. I picked it up with bothhands and placed the hot pile between my tits. That’s when he puked a thirdtime, all over my head, and ran out of the bathroom.

I sat there on the floor for a few minutes, admiring thecooling pile of shit on my chest, when my phone rang. I was one of the men fromSaturday who I told I was a shit eating whore. He wanted to meet. Ten minuteslater I was in the front seat of his pickup truck. I didn’t recognize him fromSaturday. He had a huge beard and big beer belly. He didn’t seem to care that Iwas covered in puke or that I smelled like ash or the pile of shit on my chest.He didn’t say anything at all to me.

We arrived at this rundown abandoned house, where he led meinside. In the first room on the left there was an empty room with a cumstained mattress. He told me to strip, so I removed my shirt, bra, and skirt. Ilaid down on the mattress, feeling the dry old cum on my back. It was stilldamp in places, probably from last night’s girl . He pulled down his pants and squattedover my head. I opened my mouth as I was sprayed with hot diarrhea, covering myface. I swallowed what I could. He rubbed it on my tits and all over mybody,  mixing it with my own shit. Hefucked me all night long, cumming inside me many times. I fell asleep at somepoint, and when I woke up someone else was inside of me and left me a nicefresh pile of shit on my stomach. I washed my hair with it as his friend fuckmy now sore pussy.

When the sun came up they put me in the back of their pickupand drove me home.  They kept my clothes,I was naked and shamed.  Great now theyknow where I live. I went up to my room and passed out in my already shittybed, ignoring the flies. Now my bed is caked in shit, and I’m pretty sure I sawmaggots when I woke up today. I just laid there feeling them wiggle against myskin. That’s when I vomited in bed, just making it worse. It was a good night.Thank you for these instructions, Master.