Toilet Attendant

Toilet Attendant

He opened the box and saw the pink, feminine tank top t-shirt with the words 'Bad Boy' scrawled across the front. "Go ahead and put it on," his wife insisted with a big grin. He wondered how she could have got it made so quickly. It was less than a week ago when he had got into trouble with her. He still wasn't sure exactly what set her off, but the week had been filled with one punishment after another. Besides the spankings, cornertime and endless household chores, he was being sent to bed early each night like a chastened kid. The only food he was getting was the leftovers on her plate and she didn't always leave any for him. When she caught him sneaking some bites out of the pan while he was cooking her dinner the night before, she'd taken the wooden spoon from his hand and paddled him to tears before giving it back and telling him to finish cooking and go to bed. Each night before the sun went down, he laid in bed and heard the door open and close to their penthouse apartment when she left to go out. She would return several hours later and he'd wait to see if she'd open the door to his tiny bedroom or simply go to bed in the master bedroom without telling him goodnight.

One night she even came into his bedroom and climbed into bed with him fully clothed. He could smell the smoke on her from whatever club or party she'd been to. She was a bit more than just tipsy and snuggled against him with a wicked smile on her face. "Have you been a good boy while momma was out?" she had whispered softly with her face inches from his own. She reached between his legs and jiggled the chastity cage that imprisoned his penis and giggled, "Of course, you have. You don't have any choice do you?" She moved her hand lower and massaged his balls. "Otherwise, you'd have been playing with yourself all night while I was out flirting with all those big, strong men." Her massage intensified until it was becoming uncomfortable and he squirmed under her strengthening grip. Her eyes were fuzzy as she stared into his widening eyes, "I was a bad girl tonight. I had another man's big prick in my mouth in the back of a taxicab. We even had to tell him to go around the block an extra time so I could finish. Do you want to taste him?" Her husband nodded his head and she put her hand on the back of his head to pull his lips tightly against her own. She stuck her tongue into his mouth and they French kissed passionately as he tasted the saltiness that still lingered in her mouth and on her breath. His penis was painfully erect in the little cage when she quit kissing him. "Mmmm, I do like kissing you. Don't you wish I enjoyed fucking you as much?" she said with a slight slur in her voice. She almost fell asleep in his bed that night, but she kissed his cheek and made her way to the master bedroom to fall asleep in her big king-sized bed.

He was naked, other than the chastity device, as he pulled the pink tank top over his head. He felt foolish as he looked in the mirror attached to the walk-in closet door where his wife kept her many shoes and hang-up clothes. She had just finished dressing in a shimmery cocktail dress that reflected light off of the thousands of blue sequins adorned to the garment. The dress was low-cut and showed off her cleavage and the key that hung from a chain between her breasts. In her very high heels, she was almost the same height as her barefoot husband. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and her brown eyes sparkled with excitement. "It's going to be a lovely party Billy. It's too bad you won't be able to enjoy it with the rest of us but I'm sure you will be the perfect host in your own way, now won't you?"

Billy's face turned red as he contemplated his evening. His wife, Simone, said, "Stay right there and let me put a little rouge on your cheeks and lipstick on you."

Billy whined, "Please honey, not makeup. And is this all I get to wear tonight?" He could feel the panic of embarrassment already building in the pit of his stomach.

"It sounds like somebody is finally starting to see the err of his ways. Bad boys will be punished in this household. I don't want you to ever forget this night," she replied in a stern and emphatic manner.

Simone put on his makeup and took a final look before saying, "That looks perfect. Now let's get going. Our guest will be arriving shortly and you still have some work to do to get ready. Do you remember what I told you?"

"Yes dear," Billy responded pathetically.

Simone grabbed him by the balls and squeezed as she warned, "You will not ruin this party for me, you pathetic little wanker. You will treat every guest like you are pleased to see them and make them feel happy to be in our home." She slapped him across the face – not hard enough to hurt much, but enough to get his attention – and said, "Do you understand me, boy?"

Billy improved his attitude quickly and gasped from the pain in his balls before squeaking, "Yes, ma'am!"

She released her grip on his balls and stroked his face, saying sweetly, "That's much better. Now get in that bathroom and I don't want to see you until I'm ready to use it myself."

Billy was putting the fresh pile of matching linens on the sink in the bathroom and double-checking to make sure he hadn't missed a spot anywhere. He'd already cleaned the bathroom to a sparkling clean the day all of this began. Out of the blue, his wife had shrieked for him to get his ass in their immediately and pointed to a few dribbles of urine on the rim of the toilet bowl. She demanded to know why he thought it was okay to "piss all over everything" and the long, miserable week had begun. She had given him a toothbrush to clean the bathroom and told him if the bathroom wasn't sparkling when he was done he'd be using that toothbrush to brush his teeth. He made sure everything was perfectly clean!

Billy was feeling sorry for himself as he looked in the mirror. At least the pink tank top almost covered his chastity cage. He couldn't believe that a successful man like himself had allowed all of this to happen. He was more than ten years older than his wife. She was one of the administrative pool in his firm and he was one of the partners. Like most of the young actors in the city, she had to hold a 'real' job while she pursued her dream of performing on stage or in the movies. She was gorgeous and caught his eye immediately. Before long, she was his personal assistant and then before he knew it they were married. She loved the city and had a lot of friends, mostly in the theater scene, but he worked a lot and didn't get to know many of them. When the firm needed someone to open a Midwest office, he was the most junior partner and the job was given to him. She hated to move away to 'live in the burbs' but she was his wife and dutifully followed her man.

Simone referred to those seven years as her 'prison sentence in purgatory'. The one significant and good part of the time in the Midwest was her transformation from dutiful wife to dominant hotwife. It started as a swinging opportunity with one of their neighbors where a wine dinner evolved into a hot tub party. When they agreed that it was time to 'get more comfortable', each couple paired up with the other's spouse in separate bedrooms. However, it wasn't long before the wife climbed in bed with Simone and her husband and told Billy to sit in the chair and watch. Simone had the time of her life with the couple and the die had been cast for their future together. Simone and the neighbor couple had sex together frequently – sometimes as a threesome and other times she enjoyed each of them alone. Billy was quickly relegated to a submissive participant if he was invited to join in at all. As the neighbor wife said, "No man hung like that should expect a woman to do anything for him in bed." When it became obvious that the humi!iation and sub_mission excited him, Simone rapidly expanded her dominance outside of the bedroom and things would never be the same for either of them again.

Now that they were back in the city, at Simone's insistence, she was able to live the life of a wealthy executive's wife while he jetted around the world closing infrastructure financing deals. However, when he was home, he was no longer the high-powered executive. He was Simone's little bitch boy, Billy, that eagerly catered to her every whim. She understood the power she wielded over him and was always surprised at how far she could push his sub_mission. She used her body to entice him and manipulated his cuckold fantasies to drive him wild with desire. They both knew he could find another woman easily, but he was unlikely to ever find another that could push his buttons like she could.

Just as he was putting the bathbrush on the sink with a note next to it that said, "feel free to spank the bad boy", he could hear the first guest arrive for the party. It was Simone's best friend Bryan, a flamboyant gay man that she met right after moving to the city many years ago. He wasn't particularly fond of Billy and blamed him for taking away his best friend.

"So, where's your hubby?" Billy heard Bryan ask his wife.

"He's around here somewhere," she responded. "I'm sure you'll see him eventually."

Then, more people began showing up and it wasn't long before Billy could hear the party picking up steam. He was nervously waiting for the first guest to visit the bathroom. Even though he didn't know most of Simone's friends, he still dreaded anyone seeing him dressed like this and reduced to a toilet attendant in his own home. Simone had made it very clear that he was not allowed to leave the bathroom for the entire night and his job was to take care of any of the guests while they used the bathroom. As he stood anxiously inside the door, he heard someone grab the doorknkob.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize anyone was in here," a pretty young woman in a form-fitting dress said in surprise.

"No, no," Billy quickly replied as she started to close the door. "I'm supposed to welcome all of the guests tonight. I'm the ... I'm the attendant in here tonight. Please come in. I'll stay out of the way and help in any way I can."

She opened the door tentatively and checked him out with the door wide open before stepping in the room. Her eyes showed her shock at seeing a grown man dressed like this. Despite the risqué clubs Simone and her friends liked to frequent, apparently this was something new. She stepped past him and said, "You need to leave. I can't pee with you in here."

Billy implored, "I'm not allowed to leave. We do have another bathroom in the master bedroom if you'd rather use that one but I promise I won't watch."

She considered him for just a moment before saying in a curt tone, "I have to go too bad and can't wait. So ... stand by the door and turn around."

Billy quickly did as she asked and listened as she quickly tinkled in the toilet. She must have sat there watching him because she didn't flush the toilet right away. Once he heard the flush and then the faucet of the sink, he quickly turned around and grabbed a handtowel for her. She was reading the note next to the bathbrush as she dried her hands. "Bad boy, huh?" she said with a twinkle. As she handed the towel back to him, she said, "That actually turned me on, peeing with you standing there. And, by the way, you have a really nice ass." She giggled as she walked out of the door.

Billy heard some laughing and Bryan's loud, flamboyant "WHAT?" after she rejoined the party so he knew that everyone was now aware of him being in the bathroom. Billy quickly checked to make sure there were no drips on the toilet seat and sink and, moments later, got his next guest. It was Bryan, of course.

"Well, isn't this a surprise," Bryan guffawed. "That wife of yours can be SUCH a bitch, can't she? So, what did you do this time, mister?" Billy shrugged his shoulders and Bryan dismissed him with, "Oh, who cares anyway. So, how does this work? Are you supposed to do something while you're in here?"

Billy explained, "I'm here to help anyway I can and to make sure the bathroom is kept tidy and your experience is a good one."

Bryan looked around the bathroom and walked over to the note on the counter next to the bathbrush. He laughed, "Well, that sounds like fun. Why don't you unzip me first?" Billy reluctantly unzipped Bryan's teal-colored pants that matched the suit jacket he was wearing. The bow tie, silk shirt and loafers with no socks completed the 'night-on-the-town' outfit. Billy imagined this was the type of outfit Bryan wore when he and his wife went out clubbing together. The club scene wasn't his thing so he rarely joined his wife and that seemed to suit her anyway.

Bryan enjoyed watching Billy's embarrassing act of sub_mission and turned toward the toilet to take a piss. As he was fishing his cock out of his pants, Billy quickly reached around him and lifted the toilet seat for him. "Good boy, we wouldn't want to make a mess, would we?" Bryan teased. Once he was finished and zipped back up, Billy had already turned on the faucet and had a towel over his forearm. Bryan was amused by the whole thing and couldn't hide his glee. As he handed the towel back to Billy, he said, "We might as well make her happy and give you a swat or two, right?" Billy put his hands on the counter and waited as Bryan lifted the t-shirt up to expose his entire ass and grabbed the bathbrush. He quickly gave him two good swats and giggled gleefully.

Billy could hear Bryan telling the other guests that he hadn't had so much fun in a bathroom since he discovered his first erection. There were more laughs and things said that Billy couldn't hear as he quickly got the bathroom ready for more guests.

At first, the bathroom visitors were few and far between and mostly just wanted to see how he was dressed. However, as the cocktails and wine started to take effect, the visits became more often and started to be more interesting.

One of the women was about Billy's age and he had known her for many years. She was a socialite and before she divorced her ex-husband they would have dinner with Billy and Simone on occasion. He suspected it was one of her many affairs that finally ended the marriage and, when he first married Simone, he thought she was a bad influence on his wife. However, after their return to the city, his wife looked up to her like a big sister or favorite aunt. When Pauline entered the bathroom, Billy braced for her humiliating comments, but was surprised when she kissed him on the lips and told him how good it was to see him. She looked at his chastity cage and lifted it with one finger saying, "Poor thing. I remember when I used to lock up John whenever I'd go out on a date. He'd cry sometimes from the frustration. Do you cry sometimes, dear? I know she makes you wait because I told her it was best for you. How long has it been since she's let you put this in her?"

Billy had no idea it was this woman's fault that his wife had denied him sex for so long. "Almost a year," Billy whimpered as her other finger was stroking his balls.

Pauline released his cage and ran her hand under the t-shirt and her fingers found his nipple. She rolled it gently at first and caused his nipple to get hard. He could smell gin and a wisp of weed on her breath as she put her lips near his ear. Her perfume was intoxicating as he swooned from the increasing pressure on his nipple.
"Almost a year? That's a long time for a big, important man like you, isn't it? I'll bet you'd like to bend me over that counter and fuck me right now, wouldn't you?" Billy was getting weak-kneed as her fingers were now pinching and twisting his nipple cruelly. "Don't you wish you had a cock instead of a clit so women would let you do those things to them? You do know your wife's latest conquest is here tonight, don't you?"

She released his nipple and slid her hand from under his shirt as she watched his reaction. Billy shook his head No. She smiled, "Does she let you clean her up after she's let a real man have her?"

Billy nodded and said, "Sometimes."

"Well, I suspect you may be getting a treat later on tonight. She's getting him quite worked up out there." Billy tried to imagine his wife flirting with some other man in front of all those people in his own apartment. Pauline was amused by his reaction and told him, "Now, let's see if your tongue really is as good as your wife claims. I'm going to sit on that toilet and you're going to lick me until I tell you to stop – even when I start peeing, I want you to keep on licking. Understand?" Billy nodded his head and she lifted her cocktail dress to reveal that she wasn't wearing any underwear as she sat on the toilet. Billy got on his knees in front of her and saw that, unlike his wife, she didn't bother to shave the hair from her pussy. She spread her legs wide and leaned back to enjoy his tongue. As he was busy licking her clitoris, her stream of piss started to trickle out. "Get your tongue down there," she demanded and he complied by stretching his tongue down to lick her slit as it spread to allow the stream to gush forth. He could feel it on his chin as it ran off his tongue and when she was finally finished she told him breathlessly, "Now finish me." He licked her clit until she grabbed his head and held him tight against her pussy while she shook in orgasm. After she finished cumming, she licked her lips and tousled Billy's hair. "That was delightful dear. Your mistress is a lucky woman. I hope she'll allow me the pleasure again sometime soon." Then, she stood up, dropped her dress back in place and checked her makeup while Billy quickly cleaned up the drips that had dribbled onto the toilet seat.

One word "wonderful"

Absolutely great!

Thanks cuckold_2 and cwcobblestone! I hope you like this conclusion.

The next few people that visited the bathroom seemed interested in using the bathbrush on his backside and his poor ass was becoming tender from the attention. He suspected that his wife had something to do with their concerted effort. Then, Bryan's date entered the bathroom and looked Billy up and down before stepping past him without saying anything to him. Billy noticed that he was dressed similar to Bryan but was much less flamboyant. He was the brooding artist type that never seemed happy. Simone liked to drag Billy to art exhibit openings at the galleries around the city and he wondered if he'd met this guy at one of them. He seemed the type. Billy waited patiently for him to finish peeing and already had a towel on his forearm when the guy turned toward him with his cock still handing out of his zipper.

"You so-called straight guys always want to be for_ced but I know you want to suck it," he said as he held his cock, pointing it at Billy. "Go on. Put it in your mouth. You know you want to. Or do I need to spank your ass like the others did? Is that your thing? Get people to spank you and 'force' you to suck them off?"

Billy was dumbfounded. A few of the men had given him a few swats with the bathbrush but, other than Bryan making him unzip his pants, nobody had made him do anything where he had to see or touch their penis. He really didn't want any more swats so he got on his knees in front of the man and took his cock into his mouth. The man grabbed his head with both of his hands and roughly facefucked him until his cock started to become semi-erect. Then, he stopped and withdrew from Billy's mouth. As Billy looked up at him to see what he should do next, the man put his penis back in his pants saying, "Yeah, that's what I thought. You liked it. You're probably wishing I'd put it in your bum." Then, he checked his hair in the mirror and left the bathroom without washing his hands.

Billy got back to his feet and was still dazed from the encounter when the cute lady who was his first visitor came into the bathroom. She was quite tipsy and had a glass of wine in her hand that she set on the countertop. Billy turned to face the bathroom door as she lowered her panties to sit on the toilet. She said in a shy voice, "You can watch me if you want." Billy turned back around to see her embarrassed red face and cute, shy smile. She was having trouble getting started peeing due to her embarrassment, but she didn't tell him to stop watching. Instead, she said, "Do you like it?"

"What?" Billy asked uncertainly.

"Getting spanked?"

Billy pondered her question in anticipation of another encounter with the bathbrush. "I ... I don't know. I guess in some ways I do but I also dread it at the same time." He could hear the sound of her peeing into the toilet water as she thought about his answer.

She looked at him with doe eyes and said quietly, "Would you spank me? Not too hard, but ... you know .. spank me? I've always thought about it but was afraid to say anything."

Billy smiled kindly and nodded his head. He couldn't believe he would be the one that got to give some spanks instead of getting them for a change. He felt like his hand would be a better option than the harsh bathbrush but she had taken it from the counter top and was looking at it as she finished peeing. When she was done, she handed Billy the brush, stood up from the toilet and left her panties down on her lower legs. She held the hem of her form-fitting dress around her waist and Billy could see the patch of dark brown hair she had shaved into a rectangle above her pussy. She caught him looking and turned red with embarrassment. "Should I bend over here?" she almost whispered as she tilted her head toward the counter while holding her dress with both hands.

"Yes," Billy said in his most reassuring voice. She bent over the counter and Billy stepped behind her. He gave her two quick, but not too hard swats with the bathbrush. She stiffened and gasped but stayed bent over with her hands on the countertop. In a shaky voice she said, "More ... harder." Billy took a breath before giving her two more with a bit more for_ce. She almost put her head on the counter as her knees bent momentarily and then she resumed the position. "Two more," she pleaded. Billy bent his wrist slightly to provide a bit more snap and delivered two more quick swats. She yelped and her panties fell around her ankles. She stayed in position and said in a shaky voice, "Please, put a finger in me." Billy eagerly complied and put his hand between her legs from behind and slid his index finger into her very wet pussy. He slid it back and fort a few times and she moaned in pleasure. He added his middle finger and she moaned louder and arched her back as she put her forehead on the countertop. Then, she suddenly gasped, "Okay, okay, please stop!" Billy could tell she was on the verge of cumming as he removed his fingers from her dripping pussy. She reached down and pulled panties back up before straightening her dress. She wrapped her arms around Billy's waist and gave him a kiss on the lips before saying, "Thank you. Thank you so much." As she reached for the doorknob, she turned and said, "Nobody can know you did that, okay?" Danny nodded his head and she took a deep breath before leaving the bathroom.

Danny didn't bother washing his hand. He inhaled deeply and savored her womanly scent. Then, he sucked on his index finger to taste her. It was heavenly! He was startled from his reverie when a younger man he didn't recognize entered the bathroom. He was tall and handsome and wore a black t-shirt and designer jeans with a white linen sports coat. He checked out Billy for a moment and had a cocky, disapproving smirk on his face. "How does a fem perv like you get a hot wife like her?" he said with a shake of his head. He stepped past Billy and stood in front of the toilet as he fished his cock out of his pants and began to pee into the bowl. It was a strong, powerful stream and made Billy wonder if this was the man his wife had been flirting with all night. He seemed like her type – tall, probably well-hung, confident and sure of himself. Billy saw him look in the mirror and they made eye contact before Billy quickly looked away. The guy laughed and zipped up his pants. Billy quickly turned on the faucet and held his arm up offering the towel draped over it. The big guy dried his hands and tossed the towel over Billy's shoulder. "Thanks, bad boy," he said, pointing to the shirt. "I'm sure we'll see each other again sometimes." Then, he exited the bathroom with a chuckle.

Shortly after that, Billy's wife entered the bathroom in her shimmery cobalt blue dress. It was the first time he had seen her the entire night. Her eyes were sparkly from the wine and it was evident she was having a great time. "Well, bad boy, you have been the hit of the party it seems. I don't know what you did to poor Lisa but she wanted to take her husband into our spare bedroom for a quickie after visiting you. He had to sweep her out of here as quick as possible to get her home before she changed her mind." Billy assumed Lisa was the lady he spanked. He was glad she was so turned on. "The party is breaking up but I need you to stay in here until I come get you later. I might be a while. Okay?" Billy wondered how long 'a while' might be, but he just nodded his head as his wife sat on the toilet and peed in a long gush as she sighed contentedly. Billy noticed she wasn't wearing panties either as she got up and pulled her dress down. She pinched his cheek and said, "You've been such a good boy. You're going to get a treat later." Then, she kissed his cheek and skipped out of the bathroom.

Billy settled in by sitting on the closed lid of the toilet and thought about the crazy night he had just experienced. His ass was still tingling from the numerous swats from the bathbrush and he could still taste Pauline's piss in his mouth. He wondered how often his wife and Pauline discussed their sex life. He was kind of surprised to learn that Pauline's husband was a chastised cuckold. It was too bad they all didn't dine together anymore. It would be interesting to talk to a fellow cuckold. Every once in a while, Billy would sniff his finger and smell Lisa's scent. He wondered if she thought about him when her husband fucked her that night. He imagined Bryan with his date and wondered if his date would facefuck him and then put it up Bryan's bum while thinking about Billy. He kind of hoped so. Then, he heard the unmistakable sounds of his wife being fucked echoing down the hallway. She was a passionate woman and did not hold back when she was enjoying sex. He couldn't remember her ever making those same sounds when they used to have sex all the time. He wondered if she faked orgasms back then. He especially wondered what she meant by he would be getting a surprise later!

Billy had nodded off after all of the adrenaline wore off. He was awakened by the sound of his wife at the bathroom door. She was naked and sweat was still beading on her body. She looked tired but her eyes were still sparkly as she watched him sitting there. "Come on boy. If you hurry, there will still be some left for you to taste." She turned and walked down the hallway toward their bedroom and Billy quickly jumped up to follow her.

As she walked past the dresser, she grabbed the chain with the key that had hung between her breasts all night and sat at the end of the king-size bed. Billy stood before her and she grabbed the lock that secured the chastity cage. With a click, the small padlock opened and she removed the pin that kept the chastity from being removed. Billy could feel his penis begin to swell as he contemplated release from the prison between his legs. Once his wife removed the device, she threw it on the floor and laid back on the bed while spreading her legs. With a sigh, she said, "I've been well-fucked and I'm ready for bed, but you deserve a treat first. Go ahead and enjoy your treat. If you want you can even put your little willy in there and feel his cum but no pumping. Just put it in so you can feel it, then pull out and enjoy your treat."

Billy couldn't believe she was actually going to let him put his penis in her pussy. It wasn't even his birthday yet! Once he slowly inserted his erection in her pussy, he pushed to make sure it was in as far as possible and enjoyed the moment. She was stretched out from the fucking she'd just enjoyed and her pussy was full of her lover's cum. Billy was overcome with passion and desperately wanted to start fucking his wife as hard as he could but he knew better than to piss her off. Instead, he slowly withdrew his penis and got on his knees between her legs and stuck his tongue in her pussy. Before long, his entire face was plastered against her wet, gaping cunt as he tried to get every possible drop from her. She was gyrating her hips and he thought she might have another orgasm but she told him that was enough. With a dreamy smile she sat up and said, "Do you want to cum on my tits before we go to s!eep?" Billy eagerly nodded his head Yes and began to stroke his penis as she watched with amusement. Her face was so close to his penis that he wished she would put it in her mouth like she surely did for her lover earlier. When he was getting close, she leaned back with both hands on the bed behind her and pushed her chest out to give him a good target. He groaned loudly and began to spasm as his squirts started popping out of the head of his penis. He held the head of his dick against her nipple and watched as the milky spunk covered first one nipple and then the other as he kept stroking his shaft urgently. When he was done, she leaned forward again so he could turn his attention to licking his deposit from each of her tits and perky nipples. He spent extra time sucking her nipples and she allowed him his fun until she finally said, "All done?"

As they lay in bed and she was on the verge of s!eep, cradled in his arm with her head on his shoulder, Billy asked, "So, why were you so mad at me this week?"

Her eyes were still closed but she answered with a little smile on her face. "I wasn't mad sweetheart. You've just been testy lately and I know you've got a big overseas trip coming up. I could tell you needed a serious distraction. Besides, I wanted to show you off to my friends that don't really know you. I think you really impressed them. They want to know if I will rent you out."

"I hope you said, 'No'!"

"Go to s!eep, dear," she urged.

Billy let out a long exhale and whispered, "I love you so much."

"I know sweetheart. I know."


THE END

Great ending -- although you left it open for a sequel: "Rent-A-Billy."

Loved this story! Thank you ❤️🙏🏼

Wow! what a great story and what a great ending! Bravo!

yes I agree, thanks for sharing
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You are all too kind. I just wanted to pop out another short story while I try to finish the longer one.

I'll look forward to the longer one too, such a horny read 😈 x