I arrived in L. A. about a week ago.  I was hoping to turn my life around with a
big move from the Big Apple to Tinsel Town.  Life on the East Coast wore me down
and things looked brighter already.  I was very low on funds but was lucky to
land a job on the set of a movie that was being filmed in the desert of Southern
California.

The set was a little far out of town to commute, so we were all staying in
trailers at the location.  My trailer was rather small and I had to share it with
several other "gofer" type guys.  I didn't care because the rent was free.  This
job would let me save lots of cash so I could spend the time necessary to land a
real job.  I was a few pennies from skid row, but I was well educated and hoped
to make a splash in my new town.

My job on the set was to be available to the young teen star of the movie.  She
had recently made a big splash in her first flick and got her picture plastered
on the cover of numerous national magazines. She had that innocent, irresistible,
pure beauty that graced one person in a hundred million.  Unfortunately she knew
it, and around the set she was known as the "Teen Bitch."

It was always "Get this," or "Get that."  Never so much as a "please" or a "thank
you."  Sometimes she was right next to whatever it was she wanted.  Alicia always
gave me these condescending looks.  I, in turn, had grown to hate the aire of
superiority she always carried with her.

The long, hot, dusty day of filming in the desert was wrapping up when one of the
other guys said there was cold beer waiting for us back at our trailer.  That was
just to good to pass up.  Just as I arrived and grabbed a cold one, someone
walked up and said:

"Hey Don, teen bitch is throwing a tantrum.  She says she needs a few things."

I said I'd be back as soon as I ran her errands and headed off to her plush
trailer.  I tapped the can on the door.

"Get in here!" I heard her shout.

I walked in and she was lounging on an easy chair in the sultry outfit from the
set.

"Where have you been?" Alicia demanded.

"It's been a long hot day.  We've been filming since just after sunrise and a few
of the guys were going to throw a few down and kick back for a while," I said,
popping the top to my beer.

"Put that beer down, there is no drinking in here, I'm only eighteen years old."

I felt like really telling her where to go, but bit my tongue and set the can
down.  I decided to discuss it with her.

"Look, Alicia, I'm doing a decent job for you and I think I deserve some
respect," I said calmly.  "I should have some time of my own as well."

"There are a hundred people who could replace you in a flash.  So you will work
when I say you will work.  Furthermore, you will make yourself available to work
for me at all times.  I will treat you as I see fit, and you will address me as
Miss Alicia.  If you have a problem with any of that you can leave right now and
forget about another job in this industry. If you think you have money problems
now, try unemployment.   What will it be?" she demanded.

Alicia was right.  I desperately needed the money this job paid.  I should have
never discussed the money problems I was having with the other guys on the set. 
She must have overheard me and was using it to her advantage.

"All right, I do need the job, but how about cutting me a little break," I asked,
hoping that she might bend a little if I asked kindly.

"What!" Alicia said as if shocked.  "How did you address me?"

"I'm sorry.  Miss Alicia.  It's just been a long day and all," I said hoping to
curry favor and get back to the beers.  "May I go now Miss Alicia?"

"I will let you know when you can go.  Your priorities are messed up. You
shouldn't even be thinking about leaving.  I'm not sure if you are even capable
of handling this job.  Why do you think you get paid more than the other flunkies
out there?  I had better see some immediate improvement in your performance or
you will be living on the street," Alicia remarked.

Now I was beginning to understand why a novice like me had gotten this higher
paying job.  The others who had been around town for a while knew what was in
store if they took it.

I resolved to bite the bullet and hang with the job until I had the cash to
leave.

"Remove my sandals," Alicia said casually as she reclined on the chair.

"Hey, that's not part of the job.  You have to do that yourself," I said in
disbelief.

"You really don't get it, do you?" she asked incredulously.  "If you give me just
one more disrespectful reply, or refuse just one more order I give you, you are
history.  Do you understand me Dummy?"

I had a quick decision to make.  Part of me knew this was too much crap to put up
with.  But I was just desperate for the money.  Alicia started swinging her foot
impatiently.  It caught my attention as I did a double take.  I looked up her
lovely legs.  God was she beautiful.  I caught her eyes and she had this gloating
smile on her face as if she knew she won.  She had.  I needed to get down on my
knees to get to the sandals.  Her feet were filthy.  The long hot day in the
dusty desert had caked them in sweat, dust and dirt.  I started undoing the
strap, and the sight of her fantastic legs was giving me a hard-on.

"Stand up!" Alicia ordered.

I didn't want to move.  I was sporting this boner and the shorts I was wearing
were flimsy and thin.  Alicia might notice my erect condition.

"Stand up!!!"

I got to my feet.  I tried to cover the tent in my shorts.

"What's this?" Alicia said grabbing my penis.

Her hand caused my cock to harden into steel.  I hadn't been with a woman in
quite some time.

"That's it, you're history you disgusting sex pervert," she said squeezing my
cock and digging her nails into it.

It was both painful and erotic.  I didn't stop her.  She dug her nails in and the
pain was excruciating before she let go.  Still, I did nothing to prevent her
torment.  I was being fired.

"Get out of here before I call security you sex maniac," Alicia said.

"Alicia,...Miss Alicia, please.  I need this job.  It's just that I haven't been
with a woman for quite some time and,...and I promise it will never happen again.
 Please, I'll do whatever you ask.  I'll be better than anybody you could
possibly get to replace me.  I'll dedicate myself to seeing to your every need,"
I pleaded with her to keep my job, yet she seemed unmoved.

"Please Miss Alicia, I promise I'll do anything you ask.  I'm begging you."

Alicia turned when I stooped to actually say the word "beg."  Perhaps she would
reconsider.

"Get on your knees," she said.

I fell to my knees.

"Do you pledge to do absolutely anything I tell you to do no matter how absurd or
ridiculous it may seem to you?  No matter how you might feel about it?" Alicia
asked.

"Yes Miss Alicia," I said from my knees.

"I don't believe you," she responded.

"Please Miss Alicia, I promise I will.  I beg you," I pleaded.

"You wouldn't last a minute.  Get out," she said.

"Just one more chance, I'm begging you."

"Clean my sandal," Alicia ordered.

"Yes Miss Alicia," I said picking up the sandal I had removed and heading to the
wash room.

"Get back here!" she said.  "Where are you going?"

I returned to my knees before her.

"I was going to the wash room to clean the shoe," I said holding up the sandal in
my hand.

"Clean this one," Alicia said thrusting her sandal-clad foot at me.

"Shouldn't I get a damp cloth Miss Alicia?"

"No"

I stretched out my shirt to wipe the dirt and sweat covered sandal.

"Use something moist," she ordered.

I sat there not sure what to do.  Alicia sighed in annoyance.  She raised the
sole of the sandal so it was inches from my face.

"Lick it.  Lick it clean."

The sole of the sandal was practically black.  I was disgusted at the prospect. 
Somehow, my body moved forward on its own.  I found myself licking the dirt from
her shoe.  I said to myself-I couldn't be doing this.  I was performing this act
of utter self-degradation and couldn't bring myself to stop.  In fact, I started
licking with gusto and relishing this sick task.  My cock was rock solid again. 
After a few minutes of devouring every inch of Alicia's sandal I felt something
snaking into my shorts.

Alicia's foot was grazing my cock.  The sensations were unreal and I renewed my
efforts lapping at the pretty sandal.  In short order I had an explosive orgasm,
reeling in ecstasy.

Alicia removed the shoe and brought out her cum covered foot.  The jism was all
over it.  It was a massive load from the pent up sexual frustrations over the
last week.  She raised her filthy foot to my lips.  Like the true servile
sycophant I had become, I began cleaning the cum, sweat and dirt from her pretty
foot.  The lovely pink toenail polish was so sensual I was hard again almost
immediately.  Alicia noticed and remarked:

"You are totally without any self control."

She reached for some twine on the table next to the chair.  Why was it so readily
available I wondered?

"Get up," she demanded.

I jumped to my feet and she yanked my shorts down to my ankles.  I stood naked
before this young goddess, completely humiliated, yet doing nothing to prevent
it.  In fact it was arousing me all the more. Alicia took the twine and separated
my balls, tying a tight knot around the top of my sac.  I winced from the pain,
yet stood passively by.  She then tied a very tight knot around the base of my
cock designed to cut off any further satisfaction on my part.

"There.  Now we should be able to continue," she said.

My balls stood out like two plumbs in their tight compartments. Alicia's feet
were now on the floor and I would have to get on my belly to continue my
degrading chore.  I removed her other sandal and began cleaning her fantastic
foot.  My mouth was dry from all the dirt and salty foot sweat I had eaten. 
There seemed to be a half-inch of grime between each toe.

"May I have a drink Miss Alicia?" I asked obsequiously.

"Are you thirsty?"

"Yes Miss Alicia."

She grabbed the back of my head by the hair and viscously pulled it so I was
looking up at her beautiful face.

"Open," was all she said.

I obediently opened my mouth and watched in shocked horror as Alicia let out a
large stream of spittle, landing in my gaping mouth.  Once again I wanted to
close my mouth and prevent this sick act.  My mind no longer had full control of
my body.  What was it that was controlling me?

Alicia continued to spit until my mouth was close to overflowing.

"That should quench your thirst."

I slowly swallowed her spittle, drinking in my complete shame at the same time.

Returning to her lovely feet, I continued abasing myself on my belly, prostrate
before this beautiful young woman.  I would gladly have continued groveling for
hours more, but Alicia tired and kicked me away.  I could not believe the
heightened state of sexual arousal brought about by Alicia's humiliation of me
and the bonds around my cock and balls.  I would have cum a dozen times if not
for the twine preventing release.  She got up and started walking to the back of
the trailer.

"Come here," she ordered.

I was about to get up when Alicia scolded, "Crawl!"

I was back on my hands and knees, crawling shamefaced behind her.

She entered the bathroom and I stopped just outside the door.  Alicia lifted her
floral print dress above her waist and I gasped at the incredible sight as she
stood there.  Her pretty pink cotton panties were slightly dusty from the
swirling winds of the desert.  Her shapely butt was as fine as any playboy model
I'd seen.  Her long luscious legs were simply indescribable.  She smiled as I
knelt there in awe.

Alicia sat on the potty and started peeing in her panties.  They were soaked
through.  She obviously had needed to pee for some time as it went on and on.

"Come here and take a look," she said innocently.

I crawled in and looked into the toilet.

"Look closer."

I put my head over the bowl and could smell the heavy scent of very concentrated
urine.  Suddenly, I felt something on the back of my head.  I was forced down
into the toilet.  The trailer toilet was smaller than the average toilet and
urine was extremely concentrated, even mixed with the water in the bowl.  My
whole face and half my head were covered with the foul waste product.  I could
easily have extricated myself from this hideous position by overpowering Alicia,
but I did nothing.  I held my breath and hoped she would soon let me up.

She finally let me up and I gasped for air.  Then she quickly pushed me back in. 
Alicia did this over and over and I was running out of the ability to hold my
breath.  Finally I could no longer do it and I had to drink in some of the
revolting sewerage.  She let me up, choking and gasping for air.

"I won't let you up again," she warned, and in I went.  I was about to panic when
I heard Alicia say, "Better drink up."

Like my life depended on it, which it may have since I couldn't bring myself to
offer resistance against Alicia, I drank the foul liquid. Thankfully I made it to
the bottom of the bowl and was able to breathe again.

Alicia removed her foot and I fell, exhausted on the floor.

"Get in the tub."

I crawled into the tub.  Alicia removed her piss soaked panties and stuffed them
into my panting mouth.

"Don't you dare get out unless I give you permission, and don't get off your
back," Alicia admonished.

I was left there as Alicia made her way to bed.  It would be another long day
tomorrow with filming beginning bright and early.  I drifted off to sleep.

At some point during the night I heard some noises and woke to see Alicia
standing over me.  I looked up at her naked image in the low light and she began
peeing on my face.  What a sick individual I'd become, powerless to offer any
resistance.  Involuntarily I opened my mouth and greedily drank her bodily waste.
 I was sobbing at my self-degradation.  My cock was once again hard from the
arousal Alicia's humiliating acts stirred within me.  I was yearning for more
degradation at her lovely feet with each moment that passed.  I was completely
entranced by her.  She got out to leave.

"Miss Alicia," I asked meekly, "May I go to the bathroom?"

"Of course you may," she said kindly.

I was about to get up but...

"I gave you no permission to get out.  I will let you move however. Keep your
shoulder's on the tub floor and lift your ass up in the air."

I obediently did as I was told.  With my semi erect penis, I was looking right at
the head of my cock.

"You may go now," she said.

I didn't want to go in this absurd position, but as soon as she said it I began
peeing all over myself.  The position was set up just so, and I was peeing right
in my own face.  At each turn I thought it was impossible for me to abase myself
any lower.  I was no longer a man and I feared for what might come next.  Yet I
never desired anything as much.