A Cheerleader's Story
Chapter Nine
As I watched the perfect form of Sammi, I had these
thoughts. I can not believe what I am doing for Sammi
Smith and allowing her to do to me. That last session
was awful. I still have a bitter taste even after washing
my mouth and gargling with mouthwash. No matter that
Sammi is a perfect doll in looks, her shit is just as
bad as anyone else's. I knew that before I allowed her
to do all that nasty stuff to me. But I can not help
myself. It will do no good to make myself promises
that I can not keep. The next time Sammi wants a shit
transport, I will be there with my mouth open wide.
Even as I look out the window at Sammi, I see only
perfection. That is what I worship, her true
perfection. I probably will never understand what
there is about me that feels an unquenchable desire
to serve a person of perfect beauty. Sammi is such.
I thought the only one in the world until Mrs. Smith
and I played. She is also special. Yeah, their
attitude is extremely important. If they used me
and apologized all the time, or maybe even once,
it would not be the same ever again. I am turned
on by their superiorty when they use me. They know
they are made to be served and I was created to
serve them in whatever way they choose. I never want
to be separated from Sammi, I want to serve her always.
I also am now convinced I will serve her in whatever
way she chooses. Yes, if she decides I am to be her
full blown toilet, I will do so. Maybe I want her to.
Even as I asked not to swallow, there was a part of
me that wanted to. I know though, if I do, Sammi
will make me swallow everytime. That is Sammi. That
is part of the reason I am so in love with her. She
continues to take me deeper into depravity. I know
Sammi is enjoying my total devotion to her.
I can feel the stiring in me as I contemplate my life
with Sammi. I even think about what school will
be like for us. I can not see Sammi treating me
as anything other than her devoted servant. I
do not know how I will handle peer pressure. I
can just see Sammi showing off and strutting around
with her perfect boobs and nipples pointing straight
out. She will give her delectable ass that cute
little wiggle as she has me perform various acts to
show me off to the other students. She will even
giggle as she humiliates me in front of the other
girls. It would not surprise me for her to make
sure we have as many classes together as possible.
I know she will want us to have lunch at the same
time. I bet her pretty head has already been filled
with ways we can get out of our different classes
at the same time so she can use me in some manner.
Like 2:10 we ask our teachers to go to the bathroom
and we meet there for Sammi's pleasure. I will meet
her there with open mouth to accept whatever Sammi
wishes.
"Hey, slut, stop day dreaming. I want to practice a
cheer routine. You need more practice in total
concentration of me."
With that she began putting on her thigh high boots.
"Sammi, I do not believe it is safe for you to wear
those boots and fly."
"If I allowed you to think, we would never make any
progress. You just do not let me fall!"
"Sammi, those boots will hurt me."
Look, Lindsey. This is all about total concentration
of me and my safety. I must be like totally sure I
can trust you as my base. If you can not look past
a little discomfort, how could I ever trust you
enough to do all those stunts with you as my only
support. So, get your ass outside in that soft
grassy area. Well, move it, slave!" (g)
We walked to the area of the back yard where Sammi
wanted to practice. I know it is more about her
total control of me than it is cheer practice. She
only says that. She knows I will protect her at
any cost to me.
"Well, slave! Cup your hands to lift me."
I did as she asked and she pushed off with her
other foot and I put her up. I held her in my
hands as she stepped off on my shoulders. Of
course her boots hurt my shoulders. She was moving
them excessively. I had to accept that Sammi was
hurting me purposefully. I winched with the pain.
"Lindsey! Hold still!"
She put all her weight on one foot and began to
manuever. She would stretch out both ways, switch
soulders, etc. She went through all of her routines
although she only does a couple at a time when
cheering. My shoulders were hurting a lot when she
gave me the signal to bring her down. I started to
squat and lift her with my feet.
"Lift me while standing straight, I will jump off
your shoulders and you catch me."
Before I could protest she jumped. Her boot heel
hung a little on my shoulder and I slipped on the
grass. I caught her but she hit the ground way to
hard. She doubled up crying. I felt so terrible.
"Sammi, I am sorry."
She did not reply.
"Sammi, I am so sorry, how badly are you hurt?"
I was really concerned.
"I am hurt. Any pain is to much. Leave my house.
I never want to see you again."
She said all of this while crying.
"Please Sammi, oh please not that. I love you. You
know I do. I am so sorry. Let me make it up to you.
Hurt me if you wish. Please Sammi, I will do anything.
Please let me stay with you."
She stopped crying and looked up. Her pretty blue eyes
were filled with tears. I felt like an ass. I had let
my beautiful Sammi get hurt.
"Where are you hurt?" I asked.
"My ankle and knee hurt. I may never be able to cheer
again." She began to boo hoo then.
I bent down to her.
"Please allow me to carry you inside and call the doctor."
"OK, slave that will be your last act for me," she said
through sobs.
I carried her inside. I had totally forgot about my pain
from her boots. I layed her down on the couch and removed
her boots. I expected to see a badly swelling ankle. There
was no sign of injury. I looked at her.
"Call the emergency room, stupid. I am hurt, or have you
already forgotten. I do not believe you love me or you
would not have let me get hurt! It is all your fault!"
She began to cry again as I dialed the hospital. They said
to bring her right in. I carried her to her car. She
winched in pain with every move. She yelped when I sat her
down in the passenger seat. I felt so sorry for her.
I got in the driver's side. I looked at her ankles and
knees. They appeared normal. How could she be in all
that pain?
I drove her to the ER and carried her in. A nurse took
her back to a room in a wheel chair. They would not
allow me to go back. The nurse said she had already
called Sammi's mom.
I sat down in the lounge and waited. In what seemed like
forever her mom arrived. She came right to me.
"What did you do to my daughter? How could you let her
get hurt. Saturday is her birthday too. She told me last
week she wanted to invite the cheerteam to he cabin for
a weekend campout. You have ruined everything! Her cheer
career had best not be ruined!"
She walked away before I could get a word in. I did not
feel much like talking anyway.
After an hour, both came out. The nurse was pushing Sammi
in a wheel chair. Her ankle was wrapped and in a walking
boot.
"I will wheel her to the car." The nurse said.
"Like no way! She did this to me and she is carring me
everywhere until I am well."
Sammi was pointing at me when she said that. I was
instantly happy! That meant she was giving me the chance
to make amends. Sammi can be so considerate, I thought.
I rushed to her side. I realized I was smiling. I could
feel tears at the same time. Sammi looked into my eyes.
"Kneel down, Lindsey. You are giving me a piggy back ride
to the car. I am not pleased with you."
There was no one close enough to hear except Sammi's mom
and the nurse. I caught a glimpse of both. They were
smiling at each other.
I dropped to my knees. I would have kissed her pretty
feet in front of the whole world if it meant I was being
given another chance with Sammi.
She got out of the chair and on my back with the nurses
help. I carried her all the way to the car on my hands
and knees. My knees were bleeding by the time we got to
the car. I had moved it to a parking place, not real
near the door either. I dared not ask to bring the car
to the door. I knew this was part of my punishment.
I helped Sammi in the car.
"I will see the two of you at the house. My tennis
afternoon is ruined anyway."
Her mom looked straight at me. She did not have a happy
face.
"How could you let this happen to my daughter?" She ask
me. "You are supposed to be protecting her."
"She cheered with her boots on, It was an accident."
"Not acceptable, not acceptable at all," Mrs. Smith said.
I drove Sammi home. I went to her side to carry her in.
"No, slave, I like piggyback rides. On your knees!"
I got down although my knees were already skinned and
had raw areas seeping blood.
Sammi got on my back and I carried her in the house
from the garage.
"Put me down and carry me in your arms. You are going
to bleed all over the place. Gee, Lindsey, sometimes
I think you are so stupid!"
Sammi got off my back standing on one foot. I picked
her up in my arms and looked into her eyes.
"Thank you for giving me another chance, Sammi. I will
do anything for you."
"You are not getting off so easy, Lindsey Jones. I am
having my birthday bash anyway. You are like totally
caring for me in front of all the girls. Like you are
doing everything. I will humiliate you all I please.
Maybe I will punish you even more than that. I will
plan something especially degrading for you.
Dad will take you to the cabin tomorrow. It has not
been used since deer season. It will need a through
cleaning. You had best do a good job. I think it will
take you all day. My dad will tell you what needs to be
done. I am sure the grass has to be cut too. It is
rustic but large. There is even an outside toilet!
Have you ever seen one? I may not need to use it though.
I have not like totally decided what I am going to do to
you. You hurt me a lot. The Doctor said I had to stay in
this thing for a week. (Pointing to her walking boot.)
He said I was lucky. My whole cheer career could have
ended. I already have a scholarship!
See why I am so angry with you? You are going to pay
too. I am doing something horrible to you this weekend.
Bet on it! Now get your mouth in place I have to pee.
Lindsey until my ankle is well, I am using your mouth
for my pee toilet. yeah, you are swallowing all of my
piss until I am well."
I got on the floor and Sammi straddled my face. She
began to piss in my mouth. I swallowed with large gulps
allowing my mouth to fill each time. I could hold my
breath a long time. That was benefical in serving
Sammi in this manner.
I had drink Sammi's pee several times it was never good.
I was so in love with her that I did not mind. At least
my mouth was on her pussy and I could smell her
intoxicating scent. I always became so hot when I was
intimate with Sammi.
When she finished going pee I licked away the last drops.
I then licked the length of her pussy I used my lips to
enclose her's one at a time. I stuck my tongue inside her.
I liked to have my tongue in Sammi and feel her lips on
mine. That was a very special time. It was worth the
pain and her using me as her pee toilet when she let me
be intimate with her. I could tell she enjoyed these
times too. Sammi moaned and hunched my face. Sometimes
she hurt me a little. This time I could taste blood and
I knew she had busted my lip or her period had started.
I continued to give her pleasures until she orgasmed.
Sammi actually screamed as she climaxed. I loved it
when she did that. I knew I had pleased her tremendously.
"Slave dad is taking you to the cabin tomorrow. I do demand
perfection. Anything less, you will be punished. I will be
the sole judge too."
"Lindsey Jones, get in here. We are going to have a talk
about your hurting my daughter. You also messed up my
afternoon. Well ----, I am having fun this afternoon. Guess
who is going to be sure I do?"
I looked at Sammi. She was smiling.
"I think you had best go to mom. She is really pissed at
you. I am going to watch tv. I will have it loud so as not
to hear your screams! You deserve it you know."
Sammi gave a flip of her pony tail and walked to the couch.
There was a smll limp but not much of one. I had to believe
Sammi could be faking injury. But what about the doctor and
nurse?
I went to Mrs. Smith.
She pointed to the floor. I squatted in front of her.
She walked to me and straddled my face without saying
anything. She just looked at me with her superior smirk.
"Remove my clothes, Lindsey. I have to pee. You are going
to be my toilet. Until Sammi is well, both of us are using
your mouth in lieu of the commode everytime we need to piss."
"That is it, good and tight. Here it comes!"
"I can see why Sammi likes doing this to you so much. Your
mouth feels so good on my pussy. I get really turned on
with the knowledge of how much I am humiliating you. Unless,
you really do enjoy serving us this way. Sammi says you are
a little slut and you want her to do awful things to you.
I think my daughter knows you pretty good. You just be glad
I talked her out of doing what she said she was going to do
at the cabin. All I can tell you is, it is a lot worse than
she has done to you yet! That would be humiliating even to
you!"
"Carry me to my room and get me off the way you did last time."
(g) "I like the ride! I could get use to your service, Lindsey!"
I carried her to her bedroom and went down on her. After her
second orgasm she said breathlessly.
"Sammi says you give very good rim jobs." (g)
As she said that she was already putting her ass to my face.
She giggled as I tongued her ass hole. I was not prepared for
the expulsion of wind. I had just took my tongue out of her
ass when she cut a really big fart in my face. It was awful.
I could feel her ass move on my face from laughter. Yeah,
Sammi inherited more than looks from her mom.
"Go back to Sami and see if she needs anything from you.
Who knows she may want to used the services of The Lindsey
Transport!"
She looked straight at me when she said that and laughted.
I was humiliated. Who else would Sammi tell?
