It was well after midnight, now the fifth of July. The sound of the fireworks had died down, but the fireworks between Rachel and I were in full swing. After making out in the melting ice cream and disgusting dumpster, our bodies were shiny and thickly coated in slop. We froze in terror as we heard footsteps on the grocery store's loading dock. Nobody should be here this late. In the emergency lights of the loading dock stood Jennifer.

Jennifer's shocked face twisted into a wicked grin. The Day Shift Manager's brown hair was now brushed and lightly curled, spilling elegantly across her shoulders. Jennifer was the Day Shift lead of the grocery store where Rachel and I both worked, Rachel as lead cashier and I as night the shift manager. I wish I could say Rachel and I were still modestly submerged in the slop of the dumpster following the meltdown of all the frozen foods during the power outage, but instead Rachel was using my tie as a leash, leading me on all fours through the sticky remnants of pies, frosting, and melted ice cream on the loading dock. "I just dropped by after my party to see if you needed anything, but it looks like you have everything under control." I rolled my eyes. "I see you two managed to get along just fine this evening." Jennifer grinned. I knelt in place frozen in fear, but Rachel, always confident and in control, just smiled sweetly and replied, "Yes, I'm training him to clean up his messes. He's a very slow learner, I'm afraid." Both the women giggled.

"Just make sure to hose down the loading docks before you go home." Jennifer sighed. "And I want to see you both in my office Monday morning." Jennifer added solemnly. Our hearts sank.

Rachel and I worked silently after that, pushing the last of the mess into the dumpster and hosing down the loading dock. Everything looked spotless, but both Rachel and I felt a sense of dread at what was to come. I offered to escort Rachel home but she said she was fine. We walked to our cars and Rachel gave me a peck on the cheek as we said our goodbyes.

It was a fitful weekend. My text to Rachel went unanswered which only added to the tension. Monday arrived sooner than I wanted, and so nervously I approached the employee entrance on the loading dock just before 7 AM. The cardboard and the dumpster had already been reclaimed by the garbage company, the power had been restored, trucks were offloading new stock, the freezer cases had been refilled overnight, and the back of the store was filled with merchandise like nothing had ever happened. I climbed the stairs and reached for the door to Jennifer's office. Rachel was already there in her work uniform.

Rather than the pall of being fired, Rachel was sitting on Jennifer's desk. Both women were leaning forward smiling, watching something on Jennifer's computer monitor. The security cameras! How could I be so stupid! Both women jumped with a start as I entered the small office.

"Close the door please." Jennifer began. I closed the small office door with a click. "It looks like you two had even more fun than I thought! I put you two in an awkward situation by asking you to do something well outside your job description. Was this consensual?" Jennifer asked matter-of-factly. Rachel and I both nodded energetically. "Good. This was extremely irresponsible. I expect more sense from my leads." Jennifer scolded. "It was also..." Jennifer's voice drifted off. "Kinda hot." Rachel and I shot each other a confused glance.

"I'm not going to punish you. You didn't cost the company anything more than a worn out loading dock office chair and you weren't hurt. A little playfulness is to be expected, I can overlook that. But I need a little something from you in return."

"What?" I blurted out.

Jennifer's voice grew hushed. "What was it like?" she whispered.

"Honestly? It was extremely hot!" Rachel grinned, shooting me a look. I nodded in agreement. "This was the hottest thing I've ever experienced." I agreed.

"I thought so." Jennifer mused wistfully. "Do you think you'd show me sometime?" she asked genuinely. Rachel and I were floored. Now it was Rachel's turn to break into a grin. "I think we can arrange it." she purred.

"Good! I look forward to working together in the future." Smiled Jennifer. "Really looking forward to it!" She withdrew three USB drives from her desk, copied the security footage to each, and gave one to Rachel and to me. "This one's mine." Jennifer grinned before wiping the security camera footage.

Weeks past and beyond knowing smiles with Jennifer, work proceeded pretty much as normal. My weeks with Rachel however were anything but normal. I quickly learned that even without access to a dumpster full of discarded slop Rachel had plenty of other humiliating ways to degrade me. I'd even spent a weekend in Rachel's apartment locked in a bunny costume filled with marshmallow creme for her amusement. Eventually we received a text. Would next weekend work for us? Jessica's words popped up innocuously. Her husband would be out of town on a business trip, her parents were taking her kids to a California theme park, and she would be house-sitting on her parent's farm.

The Thursday before, Rachel asked Jennifer and I to meet her after work. Huddled in a booth in a nearby bar, Rachel guided Jennifer through a few logistics. Rachel jotted some notes in her thin black notebook.

"Are you a Dom or a Sub?"

Jennifer responded hesitantly. "Um, I'm not sure, both look fun!"

"No problem, we have a willing sub here you can try being a Dom out on." Rachel grinned.

"Hey!" I protested.

"Hey, what?" Rachel growled.

"Nothing, Mistress." I whispered with an eyeroll. Jennifer howled with laughter.

"Any food allergies?"

"None."

"Any hard limits?"

Jennifer thought for a moment. "Nothing dangerous, no motor oil, tar, or paint, bondage is ok, nothing that will stain. I have to work on Monday."

"Markers ok?"

Jennifer looked puzzled. "Show her." Rachel ordered me. I blushed, mortified. Rachel just raised her eyebrow threateningly. I sighed, turned around, and lowered my pants just enough to show "Good puppy!" written on my left butt cheek. Jennifer burst out laughing again. "That's adorable! I better pass on that, though." Rachel just added to her notes.

"Finally, a safeword."

"Elephants in the garage." Jennifer said without a moment's hesitation. "We use that one at home." she explained.

Jennifer texted us the address and then she and Rachel hugged goodbye. "I think that's everything, we'll see you Saturday morning!" Jennifer said. "I'm very excited!"

Rachel picked me up in her SUV at dawn for the drive out to the farm. "Don't look in the back." she ordered. I handed her a coffee. "How does a grocery clerk afford an Escalade?" I asked. She just gave me a knowing smirk. "Oh yeah." I remembered. We sipped our coffees as the British sounding female voice from the GPS issued clipped orders on where to turn. She was our dominatrix for now.

As we entered the gate and followed the dirt road past the farmhouse we saw Jennifer waving at us in front of a large white barn. Beside her was a car hauler trailer with the doors open. She was offloading boxes and buckets. The trailer was nearly full!

"What's all this?" I asked, impressed.

"Well, I've been saving all the expired food, closeouts, damaged goods, and day-old bakery pastries for the past three weeks. I even called a few favors with some suppliers." Jennifer offered proudly.

"This will go great with what I brought!" gushed Rachel, opening the SUV to reveal stacks of pink pastry boxes, gallon buckets of brightly colored frosting, and a large, expensive looking suitcase. "I also brought some toys from my other job." Rachel explained, smiling proudly. I helped offload the boxes and buckets into the large barn where Jennifer had already spread out a gigantic tarp.

"Get the last item from the Escalade!" commanded Rachel to me. My obedience was automatic at this stage. As I looked into the back, a heavy wooden pillory with padded leather around the head and wrist holes was all that remained. I assumed this was shat she meant, and carried it huffing and puffing into the center of the tarp. "Need a hand?" Rachel giggled as I set it down with a thud. "No, I've got it, thanks." I groaned.

We arranged the messy supplies around the perimeter of the tarped area in the center of the barn, its dusty high ceiling a contrast to the sweet smells from mounds of desserts and mysterious buckets and boxes. I glanced around the barn. Opposite the main door were empty stalls and stanchions as well as a tall concrete trough. "This used to be a dairy farm, but my parents sold off the cows. It's now just home to a few pigs." Jennifer explained. I could smell the warm, earthy scent of a pig sty outside behind the barn. Through the small door beyond the fence pigs were wallowing contentedly in the thick mud. I noticed Jennifer had set up cameras throughout the barn to record the day's fun.

Jennifer was practically shaking with excitement. "Well, where shall we begin?" She inquired.

"Perhaps now would be a good time to find out if you're a Dom or a Sub." Rachel offered. Jennifer grinned. "I like the sound of that!" Rachel slipped off her hoodie and yoga pants to reveal a shiny long sleeved PVC bodysuit that revealed her shapely legs and the familiar fishnets. Rachel smacked my butt cheeks with a riding crop. "Strip!" she commanded. I scrambled out of my shoes, pants and shirt, standing awkwardly in front of the beauties in only my boxers, paw prints on them this time. Jennifer cooed while Rachel broke character with a giggle. She tossed a thick collar and a leash to Jennifer. "Why don't you try it out on him?" she offered. Jennifer smiled widely and strapped the thick collar around my neck, clipping the leash to the D-ring with a tug. "Down boy!" she ordered. I dropped to all fours as Jennifer led me in a circle around the tarp. "You're a natural!" encouraged Rachel. Rachel approached me with a pair of puppy mittens and a puppy ear headband. She balled up my fingers and tugged the mittens around my hands, buckling them tight. I glimpsed the comical puppy paw pattern on the palms of the mittens. Next, three heart-shaped padlocks were snapped onto the mittens and onto the buckle of my collar. "Hey!" I protested. "Hush, today isn't about you!" Rachel scolded before buckling a large silicone dog bone shaped gag across my lips, silencing my protests. She kissed my cheek, attached the puppy ear headband to my head, then Rachel took the leash and led me to the pillory, securing my head and puppy mittened wrists into the openings before latching them with an ominous click.

Handing Jennifer a pie, Rachel encouraged her, "Let him have it!" Breaking into an evil grin, Jennifer slapped the thick cream pie into my face with a giggle, spraying mess everywhere. I shook my head to clear my vision, flicking some of the cream onto Jennifer and Rachel. "Bad dog!" Rachel warned, slapping my ass with her riding crop again. Rachel and Jennifer took turns slapping thick pies over my face, back, butt, and legs until I was heavily coated. Jennifer looked a tad envious. "I...kind of wish that was me." Jennifer confessed quietly. Rachel nodded knowingly. "You might be a sub. In that case, "STRIP!" She ordered Jennifer, who immediately fumbled to drop her sweatpants and top, revealing a satiny pink bra and matching panties. Rachel arched her eyebrow in approval.

Rachel marched Jennifer over to a nearby beam, snapped a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs around her wrist, and secured her to the rough post. Rachel left Jennifer to nervously struggle at her bonds while she dug for something in her suitcase. "Ahh, here it is!" Rachel smiled before showing Jennifer a curved egg shaped vibrator. Jennifer nodded eagerly, and Rachel sweetly guided the toy into place in the front of her panties. Rachel raised the remote theatrically and pressed the button, causing the toy to vibrate to life. Jennifer closed her eyes for a moment until she could regain control.

Now we'll see what you prefer, getting utterly destroyed, or watching someone else get utterly humiliated." Rachel droned like a schoolteacher, relishing in the role. She hefted a large, sloppy cream pie and ground it softly into Jennifer's breasts. She let out a gasp, breathing quicker now.

Taking her time, Rachel returned to me carrying a heavy bucket. It smelled sweet but was as dark as sin. Hoisting it above my head in the stocks, she slowly poured the thick ooze over my hair and down my back. It felt heavy and slow as it wrapped around my head and down my cheeks to my chin, dripping in long rivulets, the unmistakable scent of molasses. She continued to pour down my spine and over my ass and legs until the bucket was drained and pooling at my feet. She pressed a button on Jennifer's remote again, surging the vibrations to a higher level. Jennifer moaned softly.

Rachel withdrew a pillow and tore violently through the fabric, releasing a cloud of white fluffy feathers. She then giggled as she swatted the pillow all over my sticky body, feathers adhering into the flowing molasses like tar. I was soon an unrecognizable fluffy ball still struggling in the stocks.

She approached Jennifer with a matching bucket, again pouring deliberately, slowly as the sweet river poured like slow motion across Jennifer's perfect brown hair, transforming it into a shiny black helmet. Rachel made sure that the beauty's breasts and bottom were thoroughly attended to with the sticky flood of molasses. She paused to press the button again, sending shivers coursing down Jennifer's spine and weakening her knees, she collapsed to the barn floor against the post. Rachel tickled Jennifer with a handful of feathers before dumping the contents of another pillow over the beautiful woman's helpless frame. Jennifer was practically panting now, "Oh yes! Please don't stop!" Rachel retrieved another massive pie and twisted it into Jennifer's face as she broke over the edge, moaning and panting with pleasure. Clearly pleased with herself, Rachel basked in her performance for a moment before taking a bow and unclipping Jennifer's cuffs.

Jennifer just stayed collapsed in a heap while she regained her composure in the mess. Slowly she rose smiling, glancing at my messy state and at her beautiful tormentor. "Thank you. I think I'm starting to realize something." Jennifer began. She turned and selected a gigantic sheet cake. Before Rachel could realize what was about to happen, she mushed it into Rachel's face and chest, giving it a thorough rub to grind it in. "I think I'm a switch." Jennifer giggled, very pleased at her own joke.

"You b*ich!" Rachel giggled playfully, reaching for a messy cake of her own which she launched at the retreating Jennifer's back, slapping her butt and coating her legs in colorful frosting. Jennifer turned holding a bucket of icing, forcing it onto Rachel's perfect blonde hair and twisting it. Green frosting coated Rachel's chest and shoulders from beneath the bucket. Rachel calmly, elegantly raised the bucket from her head, allowing it to bounce lightly onto the barn floor from her outstretched fingers. I burst out laughing through my silicone gag. "You're in no position to laugh, Mister!" grumbled Rachel. She approached with a bucket of her own, thick hot pink icing, and mashed it onto my head. Being trapped in the stocks I had no way to retaliate and could only wait for her to remove the bucket. She dotingly cleared my eyes and nose to make sure I was able to breathe before turning again to Jennifer. Rachel turned and tackled Jennifer onto the table of pies and desserts, making sure to grab as many as possible to mash over her slippery, pastry and feather coated body. Jennifer returned the attack until both were nearly unrecognizable.

The pastries and muck nearly gone, Rachel and Jennifer pulled apart, surveyed the damage, and turned to each other. "Time for a shower?" Jennifer offered Rachel. "Of course!" Rachel grinned. "MHMMMMM!" I muttered into my gag. Rachel rolled her eyes and unlocked the pillory. I stretched and rubbed my neck with my paw mittened hands. I raised them up to Rachel to request my freedom. Rachel grinned wickedly. "Beg!" I dropped to my knees and presented my paws like a begging puppy. "Good boy." Rachel purred. She withdrew the keys to my collar and mittens from her cleavage, grinned evilly and threw them out the door into the thick mud of the pig sty where they vanished with a bubble beneath the slop. "Fetch!"

"That should keep you busy while Jennifer and I freshen up." she grinned. The two beauties grabbed each other's hands as they cheerfully headed to the farmhouse.