Didn't think that much time had passed.Hayley: Apologies if this is taking liberties with your persona
But IIRC this should be right up your alley, maybe even tame 
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Hayley swallowed nervously as she climbed the steps, the stiletto heels of her boots cracking loudly in the misty early evening as she approached the large, black painted oak door. Knocking hard enough to feel her knuckles nearing the point where they would bruise, she could hear the muffled knocks at the door. It had been a long time, far to long in some ways since she had last come here and was surprised and disappointed it was. There were good memories, lots of good memories, but it was addictive what she would go through. As a gust of wind blew around the bare skin of her thighs above the knee-high boots and under the hem of what was technically a skirt and sent shivers and goosebumps up and down her skin. The skirt was basically a strip of PVC that rode up so far when she sat it might as well have not been there and the basque that she wore offered no protection from the cold air. She had received quite a few offers, some creative enough to almost take the punter up on, as she journeyed here, but knew that deep down what she wanted was here, tonight not some snog and fingering in an alley.
Activity on the other side of the door drew her attention, and breathing deeply she knelt down on the damp stone steps, head bowed. This simple act drew even more attention from the passers-by as they went about the business of going home. The light was almost blinding to Hayley and she blinked as she looked up to see her friend, and sometimes Mistress looking down at her.
“So after all this time you decided to come back.”, she said softly to Hayley.
“Yes Mistress. With my job threatened and everything else going on, I just…I just need to be free.”
“I see.”
“Please, I want to be your pet if you’ll have me. Use me, whatever you want me to do, do it to me please.”, she added with her eyes big, trying to look seductive and pitiful at the same time.
After a few moments, where several gusts of damp, cool air blew down the street and chilled Hayley to the bone and sent her nipples pointing through “You will need to re-earn your place licking my boots, or doing whatever else I decide is humiliating, disgusting or degrading enough for you. Is that clear?”
“Yes Mistress.”, Hayley answered demurely.
“Fine, I have special collars made up for my pets these days. You will have to retrieve yours, and once you have it you have to wear it at all times the moment you leave the public sidewalk in front of this place. This collar is to only be removed for cleaning after asking my permission, or I order you to remove it while inside this place. Is that understood?”
“Yes Mistress.”, she answered, swallowing hard, feeling the increased dampness between her legs. People on the sidewalk had stop to stare at the exchange going on. “You may come inside.”, and with that Hayley stood up and moved into the brightly lit hallway and the warmth that enveloped her. All around her were people of different shapes, ages and sizes. The collars helped her see the range of people who were ‘pets’ here, a few of the men, and even women turned Hayley’s head. In fact she saw the one that she had humped in a smelly mud pit years ago, and they both blushed as they saw each other. The other woman was about to get up but she touched her collar, when she noticed Hayley didn’t have one. She stared wide eyed until Hayley was roughly moved along by one of the burly males with a classic beer gut, and arms and legs like tree trunks towards the kitchens.
Moving through the hot, steamy kitchen where a number of people worked over pots and ovens and pans, she was led to a back set of stairs and finally into a dank basement with a pair of double doors to the alley out back. Holding out a collar he opened a metal container and tossed it in.
“In ya go luv.”, he said in a growl. “Fetch like a good little bitch!”
“You’re such a charmer.”, she said as she moved to stroke his crotch.
“You don’t ‘ave a collar you don’t get played wit, or get to play wit anything’ or any ‘ne ‘ere.”, he said, each word sounding like a threat. Hayley took off her coat and handed it to him, he signalled her to stop removing any other items of clothing and motioned towards the bin as he carefully selected a hanger, and with the ease and economy of movement of a shop assistant, hung her coat on a peg by the stairs.
“You stay in there until she comes down.”, he said with a grunt and Hayley, in a most unglamorous way possible, legs spread wide, skirt completely riding up and showing her lack of panties as she landed with a loud “thunk” in the bottom of the bin. Her manicured hands dug into the greasy residue on the bottom of the container and she realized it smelled. She was in a giant skip!
Seeing the collar she went over and retrieved it. It was simple, black pvc with a strong metal clasp and a tag that said “Hayley”. Realizing that many of the tags she had glimpsed on the walk were things like “slut” and “pig” and “cow”, it didn’t make any sense to her, especially since this would have been made up in advance. Like her return had been anticipated.
Standing there, contemplating putting the collar on she heard some sounds like when central heating kicks in and the vents start to flex. Looking up she realized that they were below the kitchens. The first wave of the vegetable matter hit her full in the face. There was lettuce, tomato, cucumber, feta cheese, coleslaw, pasta and all of it soaked with vinaigrettes, salad creams, and oils. Her blonde hair was now coated in clinging bits of lettuce and other vegetables dripping with smelly blue cheese dressing, Russian and yogurt. Another banging preceded a rain of dips next, a shower of guacamole, tahini sauce, salsa, sour cream and cheese dip.
“Ugh!”, she muttered, but found she couldn’t move, standing there, dripping with the garbage from the clean-up of the meal that must have been finishing up when she came in. The bits of runny sauce were flowing over her hair, running down her face. Lumps of white, green, red and yellow splattered over her bare shoulders and arms and running over her top. The indignity of it, of being in this skip as they throw out the trash was making her wet and it took her self control to not reach between her legs, wondering what else was in store for her, though as the thought was finishing in her head a rain of booze splashed down on her head.
Almost gagging from the alcohol fumes and the smell she realized what a swamp water was dumped over her. Red wine, white wine, screwdrivers, rum and cokes, vodka and cranberry, margaritas, pina coladas. It was if an open bar had thrown up over her. Her top was soaked through and was dripping with enough alcohol that she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t go up in flames if there was a match nearby. The mix of creams and ice, tomato juice was oozing over her skin when the soup course arrived, a wave of pinkish, brown sludge that washed over her head. Turning her face up into it Hayley fell onto her ass from the force of the stream of cream of potato, mushroom, tomato, curried pumpkin, chili con carne and beef stew soaked into her. Feeling her stomach churning from the sensation, she started to scoop up the mess from the puddle she was in, and started to smear it all around her face and shampoo it in her hair. She was in a bin getting garbage dumped on her and every wave of slop was making her hornier and hornier. This is what she had been missing, being completely trashed, and treated as trash.
As she worked the mess into her hair she smiled as the congealing pasta in garlic cream sauce rained down on her, followed by the thick meat and tomato sauce and the vegetarian lasagna. The pasta slid as wet, oozing lumps down her body and Hayley let the collar drop as she sat there dripping, disgusted and humiliated, but horny. Another set of thumps and she closed her eyes, took a breath and let the wave of mashed potato, gravy, mushy peas, creamed corn, roast beef, tuna casserole, meatloaf, beans and coleslaw rained down on her. She moaned as the food, especially the meats slapped her on the way down. She was so heavy with slop now, her top was half way off her tits from the weight of the goo. Her boots were slicked and the puddle she was sitting in felt revolting as it squished between her ass cheeks.
The smell was horrendous at this point she felt like, well…a kitchen had taken a dump on her. Thankfully, she had enough left to realize that was main course, and not much could still come her way. Shampooing the leftovers into her hair, matting and ruining it she felt a new set of goo rain down. Chinese foods, in thick starchy sauces flowed over her. Orange, white, yellow, brown. All greasy, sweet and thick with bits of meat, fried egg, noodles and vegetabl.es. Egg foo yung, vegetables in black bean sauce, ginger beef, chow mein, curried noodles adding to the stink and the pile of slop she was becoming.
Spitting some goo that got in her mouth over her chest she muttered, “Didn’t see that coming.” as the first of the desserts splashed down on her. Partially melted chocolate ice cream rained down on and she screamed as the cold slurry washed over her before the mix of cakes in cream, cherries in syrup, fruit cocktail and a random assortment of cream pies landed on her. Scooping up some of the mess, and not caring about any other food in there she ate it messily, half being swallowed, half dribbling over her tits.
“Is that it?” she asked out loud and when the coffee grounds, tea leaves, heavy cream, sugar, honey and hit her she wondered if there were microphones down here too. Standing up unsteadily she looked out over the edge of the bin and saw her standing there.
“ I don’t see your collar.”
“Oh, Mistress…I must have dropped it.”
“Dropped it? You disrespect me and it by doing that. You will be punished. Pick it up!”
Bending over Hayley picked it up out of a puddle of sludge.
“Suck your tag clean, but don’t swallow.”
Gulping, Hayley looked down, and popped the tag, covered in bits of all sorts of food and slop, including the coffee grounds in her mouth, polishing it with her tongue.
“Good, put on your collar now.”, and Hayley obeyed. Mouth full of spit and foul tasting muck. “You may dribble on yourself as you tell me how sorry you are for disrespecting me.” she added as Hayley secured the collar.
“OhGodI’msosorryMistress!”, she blurted out as she forced the spit to dribble down her chin and over her breasts.
“Good, but you have displeased me so fast. You will be punished further.”, and she snapped her fingers. The burly escort brought over a bucket and proceeded to dump the old bacon and sausage pot over Hayley’s head. It was large enough that it engulfed her in the half rancid sludge. The surface was thick, but beneath was a reservoir of still liquid and warm grease that ran over her body. Very slowly the pot was removed and Hayley could breathe again. She was there with lumps of grease sliding down her body and her skin glistened with the foul smelling grease. Reaching up she ran her hands through her hair and did her best to tangle, mat and twist the grease through it down to her scalp.
“Strip.”
With that one word, even more than the collar, Hayley knew she was accepted, even if she had done a major faux pas as she took off the boots, micro skirt and ruined top. “Fill the boots with slop please.”, and Hayley bent over, showing her dirty ass and pussy off as she did.
Standing up, a filled boot in each hand, she looked on expectantly. “Pour them over your face, then toss them and the rest of your clothes out of the skip.”
Screwing her eyes shut and smelling the grease and everything else in her ruined boots she tilted the first one over her face and let the sludge pour out. It ran down her neck and over her tits quickly. Bits of meat and vegetables clinging to her. The only sounds were the loud splats of the goo dripping off her onto the bottom of the container. Now in her bare feet she could feel the layer of grime that naturally coated the bottom of it. Not waiting for a prompt she repeated with the other boot, this time over the grease covered mess that was the top of her hair before tossing the boot out of the skip. Bending down she retrieved the rest of her clothes and tossed them out.
“Good girl, you are almost house trained.” Snapping her fingers a litre of water in a plastic bottle was thrown into the skip and a second was handed to Hayley. “Drink it all, now, as fast as you can.”
Hayley’s eyes went wide as she realized that her bladder was almost full from earlier, but her horniess had blocked it from her mind. Unscrewing the cap she drank as fast as she could without spilling. Now that she was aware of her bladder it was all she could feel as she gulped back more and more water. Finishing the bottle she held it out, her arm trembling.
“I said you were almost house trained. You will remain in here until you are retrieved in the morning. You may not leave except if the fire bell goes off. If we see any evidence you left you will be put into that alley the way you are and you will never come back, am I understood?”
Grimacing, Hayley nodded. Her Mistress lifted her chin and spit in her face. “I have marked you, welcome back Hayley.” and started to turn to walk away.
“Mistress, may this slut ask a question?”
“Yes.”
“The name tag, others had ones like pig and slut…”
“Yes, their names here.”
“Mine is Hayley?”
“Yes, I couldn’t think of a better name to describe a filthy little slut who likes her pig stys, rotting food, having her hair filled with grease all while fucking a wine bottle. No other name came close.” And with that she turned and walked away, heels clicking on the stones that made up the basement floor, followed by the other as they walked to the stairs, the burly one rigging up a portable heater that was next to the edge of the skip. As he turned it on and the hot air started blowing he retreated to the stairs, and quickly followed them up. As the light went off and aside from the moonlight reflecting in through a couple of barred, half moon windows and several red blinking security lights she realized that by morning the mess was going to curdle and ferment. As the warmth ran down her thighs in a torrent of relief, she knew that she was going to live up to her new “pet” name as continued to gush and started to play with herself...
