The woman stared at the Sharpie for several seconds. She knew that whatever she wrote on her body would last for several days, branding her as the pig slut she was.
He pressed the pen into her hand. “Then sit down on the toilet, spread your legs, shove three finger up your cunt and take a picture. Don’t use the bathroom, though – you’ll need a nice, full bladder for later.”
Blushing, Pamela tucked the pen into her handbag and hurried through to the bathroom.
The cubicles were not very private — the doors had narrow cracks around them and a large gap at the bottom. Fortunately, the bathroom was empty.
She hurried into a cubicle and stripped herself out of her outfit. She bundled up her clothing and balanced it on top of her handbag. Her panties fell down onto the dirty floor. She looked down at them with a slight gasp. She was going to quickly pick them up, but stopped as a thrill went through her. If the man was here he would make her leave them there where anyone might see. He would then make her put them on again afterward. She shivered at the arousing thought.
She took a deep breath and then pushed the rest of her clothing onto the floor. She then put her feet on them and wiped them around. Although she was grateful to now have a clean, warm place to put her feet, she knew that she would soon be putting the panties on again. The panties which were at the very bottom of the pile, crotch down. It felt filthy, and she loved it.
She kicked the clothing out from under her bare feet and put them down on the cold floor. She felt a thrill run through her. She was naked. Naked next to a room full of customers.
Pulling the pen out of her bag she tugged the cap off and brought the tip toward her flesh. She hesitated for a second before writing ‘Stupid Pig’ from one shoulder to the other. The words only just missed her neck. She knew there was a chance that the words would be seen if she lent forward at work the next day, yet the risk of being caught excited her.
She moved the pen lower and wrote ‘Cum Dumpster’ over her flabby tummy. She moved it a little lower and wrote ‘Useless Whore’ over her freshly shaven crotch.
She hefted up her left tit and wrote ‘Tit Torture Toy’ down it, making the ‘o’ of ‘toy’ circle her dark areola. She switched hands and more awkwardly wrote ‘Filthy Slut’ over her right tit.
She glanced down at her marked body and squirmed. She was really doing this! She sat on the toilet and spread her legs as wide as they would go and shoved her fingers up her cunt. It swallowed them up eagerly.
She held the camera as far back as she could, struggling to get her whole body in. She snapped a photo and sent it to the man, giving herself no time to back out.
Her breathing quickened as she stared at the wanton image while waiting for his response. The photo wasn’t flattering at all – unlike the clothing she had worn – but the fact that she was only sharing the image because she had been told to made his domination feel much more real. It excited her to show him a photo she’d prefer to delete, and to know that once it was sent, she could never get it back. She wanted to lose control of the image – wanted it to be out there, humiliating her.
She squirmed in excitement and thrust her fingers in and out of her open cunt, enjoying the naughty thrill of her depravity as she sat on the public toilet, waiting for his response.
Her phone beeped. It was him.
‘There’s more space on your piggy belly.’
She blushed and looked down at her huge tummy and whimpered slightly. Part of her wanted him to overlook her physical flaws and pretend she was almost perfect. Yet his humiliating words thrilled her. She wanted to be put down. She wanted to feel like nothing more than the slutty pig she was.
She picked up the pen and quickly wrote ‘Desperate Cunt,’ ‘Wanton and Depraved’ and ‘Better When Stuffed’ across her tummy.
There was still space. Squirming she wrote ‘Eager Bitch,’ ‘Free Fuck’ and ‘Horny Holes’ where the words would fit. She looked down at her graffitied body and whimpered. It was a sound of need. She wanted this.
There was still a little space so she filled it in with ‘Sloppy Seconds’ and ‘Piss Pot.’ She squirmed, suddenly aware of her building need.
She stuffed three fingers up inside of her slippery cunt and took a second picture for him. She absent-mindedly thrust her fingers in and out as she waited for his response.
Her phone beeped.
‘That’s better.’
‘Tuck the back of your skirt into your panties and come back dragging toilet paper from your shoe.’
The woman gasped and shook her head as she stared at the text.
‘I’m waiting.’
With trembling hands she grabbed her bra from the floor and grappled it around her chest.
She was just stepping into her panties when the main door the the bathroom opened.
She gasped and tripped forward, suddenly paranoid that it was the man come to drag her back out, whether or not she was dressed.
Her body shook the cubicle she was in as she attempted to pull the tangled mess of her panties up around her waist, the rest of her clothing still in a pool around her bare feet.
“Are you okay in there?” The voice was female. Pamela let go of the breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding.
She took a self-conscious step forward, hoping that her semi-clothed body could not be seen through the cracks. “Yes, thanks.” She wasn’t sure she pulled off nonchalant, but whatever the other woman thought, she entered the other cubicle without another word.
Pamela hastily pulled the rest of her clothing on, the neckline barely covering the highest of the writing.
Biting her lower lip she pulled up the back of her skirt and tucked it into her big granny panties. Both were now slightly marked from the floor. She then took a long piece of toilet paper and spat on the end of it before spearing it through her left heel so that it stuck to the underside of her shoe.
She hurried back into the crowded restaurant, not wanting the other woman to see her bathroom ‘mishaps.’
She tried to ignore the glances she got as she made a beeline for the man, her barely-concealed bottom jiggling behind her.
Just before she reached him a kindly older lady tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around slowly, giving the man she had come with a good view of her exposed panties.
The older woman looked up at her slightly nervously. “Excuse me, ma’am. I think you’ve got your skirt caught up behind.”
Trying to react as though she had not realized, Pamela thanked the woman and reached back to straighten down her skirt, gushing in gratitude.
The older woman opened her mouth to say something more but clearly thought better of adding to Pamela’s mortification, so Pamela had to walk the rest of the way to the table with the toilet roll still trailing behind her.
The man smiled at her. “Good piggy. Are you getting nice and wet?”
She lowered her head and nodded.
“Good.” He slid the water jug over to her and refilled her glass with more icy water. “You need to drink this whole jug before we leave, remember? It hasn’t rained as much as I’d have liked, and everyone knows pigs need to be covered in lots of mud…”