Toileted: The Return to San Ramiro

"Well, that doesn't' matter about me," she said, with a slight giggle. "What matters is...I nicked one of the keys to those chastity cages!"

"No WAY! How?"

"Well, it doesn't matter, but my point is this. Come here..." She almost whispered this.

I walked over to the edge of the bed. She leaned forward. Her head was at my waist level. I could almost feel her hot breath against my crotch. My heart started racing.

"I know it's been so long for you, but I just wanted to know, even though we never hooked up back in the day, we can do it now. Right here. Just the two of us. Here, pull down those silly pink pants and let me unlock you." She whispered seductively. She held out the key. My cock was aching in the cage. I could not only have a release, but a blowjob from this amazing girl, my old heartthrob dream girl, right here....

Her face, framed by her honey blonde hair, looking gorgeous and radiant, was at my crotch level. My cock ached in its tight confinement. "So, what do you say? Can I help you relieve some of that pressure?"

I was so tempted. God knows, I was tempted. I was so ready to at last have a sexual release, but not only that, oral sex from Melanie Woods- her beautiful honey blonde hair and tan body- oh, how many times over the years had I fantasized about this very thing, with this woman, and now...

"Um.... I can't." I said.

I couldn't believe myself, but yet, something pulled me back. What was it? I searched my thoughts. I know in my heart I wanted this so bad, in fact I used to fantasize about this very scene many lonely nights back when we were friends who worked together, and I still had my schoolboy crush on her. But yet, suddenly I thought of Aurora. Somehow I felt that it just wouldn't be right.

"Why not?" She drew back, as if disappointed.

"Because, I think Aurora would find out. That's why."

"How would she find out? It would be our little secret."

"I just know she would. She has her ways. She would sense it. Smell it on me, Or she just might be able to tell that someone else unlocked the cage. I dunno...I just...she's crafty, that one. I'm sorry, but I don't want to risk it."

I was backing away, embarrassed at both myself and at the situation.

"Well, I had hoped that you might still have a little bit of manhood left in you, but I guess I was wrong," she sighed.

"I'm sorry, but I guess I owe it to Aurora to, you know, not piss her off. I actually do care about her a lot. It's not like you think. I kinda...I...I've kind of got a thing for her, I guess. And this would constitute cheating on her. I know it's weird, you know, given how it is, and this IS a swinger's club and all but, I just...I can't. Okay?"

With a sad smile she said, "That's okay. A part of me was actually kind of hoping you wouldn't go through with it either. You see..."

At that moment, I heard a sliding wood door and then heard Aurora's voice behind me.

"Congratulations, Slave. You just passed my test!"

And if I had thought that Melanie had looked hot, seeing Aurora standing there, in those boots, tiny pleated red skirt, and her dark brown hair in a bobbed cut, made me instantly forget all about her.

"Hey, what, what's going on?" I asked. Aurora had been hiding in the closet the whole time. With her was Frank and Tony, who stepped out behind her.

"We put you up to a little test, to test your loyalty. It was Arielle's idea, but I liked the idea so I went with it" she said. "But don't worry, you passed with flying colors!" She then walked up to me and kissed me.

"Uh, thank you. But then, what about Arielle, and how did you get Melanie to go along with it?"

She explained, "Arielle had this cabin booked for the next three weekends, but since she's going out of town, she decided to make a deal with the two of us. Originally I was going to get the cabin, and Tony and Frank all to myself for the next three weeks, but I decided to let Melanie have it the next two weeks- Along with these two" (She put her arms around Tony and Frank as she said this)"... in exchange for her helping me with my plan with you."

I looked at Melanie, who simply looked down at her feet.

"So, I hope I proved myself, mistress..."

"Oh, of course you did. But still, I just want to let you know what would have happened if you had failed."

She reached into her purse. What she pulled out was a contraption that looked like the cock cage I was wearing, except slightly smaller and more confining, and with one key important difference.

It was lined with sharp spikes, even at the head.

"I would have let you out of that cock cage you're wearing, but I guarantee you would have liked THIS one a LOT less. After an hour in the Cock Torture Chamber, I guarantee you would have been in agony, begging me for forgiveness. And I would probably have never let you out of it."

It made me shudder just thinking of wearing it, actually.

"But don't worry, I'll not only let you out of the one you're wearing soon enough, but if you serve us well tonight, I promise you will earn a reward."

She turned to Melanie. "So, do you think he'll earn his reward tonight, Melanie?"

Melanie just blushed and looked away. "I don't know. I hope so." she said, weakly. I could tell she was kind of embarrassed by all of this, actually. I kind of wonder why she had even gone along with this little plan in the first place.

"So, Ben. I guess that means, we'll have this cabin to ourselves. You won't be serving Arielle, but rather, me and my guests, as my little plaything."

"Well, then, what about the toilet? Doesn't Arielle still need it for Danny?"

"Oh, yeah, don't worry about that. Arielle's not even here. She's on her way to Hawaii with Paul. You're the one being toileted tonight. I forgot to mention that. But don't worry, it will just be us. We don't want the entire club clogging you up, do we?" She laughed. "And, I won't need your toilet slave services right away. I still need you up and about for a while."

The "We" Part made me a little uncomfortable but this was not the time to bring it up. Tomorrow, maybe, after all this was over. The first couple hours before sunset were almost too relaxing. After getting the cabin ready, making sure the sheets were clean and the refrigerator stocked, She told me I could watch TV or hang out at the beach until they were ready, as long as I didn't disturb any other couples who would occasionally steal away to the beach for romantic trysts. She left me there to hang out and get things ready, saying that she would page me when she needed me. After the sun went down, though, things got serious.

Without knocking, she burst into the cabin, leading Frank by the hand.

"Greet our guest, slave. On your knees."

I obeyed, and crawled over to Frank. "Greetings." I said.

"I decided to let Melanie have Tony for tonight, since you made her feel guilty. Maybe you should be punished for that, although maybe it's not your fault, but...what the heck, I want to spank you anyway. Pull down your pants. Get against the wall!" she snapped.

She carried her small flogger in her purse at all times, whenever she felt the need to "correct my behavior." Even off the island, she once broke it out and swatted me with it while we were at the grocery store together, to my intense embarrassment and the puzzled stares of casual onlookers. Only now, in this cabin, it was not just one or two playful strokes. She was whapping my bare ass with it, the hits coming harder. I was biting my tongue not to cry, but wanted to be tough, be strong, for her. Make her proud that I could take it. Meanwhile, Frank "Gusher" just stood there, watching her vent her frustrations on me, shaking his head. "Holy fuck," was all he said.

"You are now going to pour us drinks and cook us dinner. Do it now slave!" she commanded then.

"Yes Mistress Aurora," I replied.

I quickly got to work cooking up some pork chops and sautéed vegetables, that I had stocked in the refrigerator earlier that day. There was, I noticed with some distaste, some asparagus tips as well.

"Oh, you may cook something for yourself, too, after we are done."

"Thank you mistress!" I said, gratefully, as I had been getting hungry.

But after dinner, things got more serious.

"Slave. Come here."

I walked over.

"On your knees." I knelt in front of her. I loved being in this position in front of her, but with Frank there, it was kind of awkward. I was, of course, totally stark naked in front of both of them.

"Frank and I are going to need some privacy, but before I put you in your place, Frank needs his dick sucked. Don't you."

I groaned inwardly as she said this.

Frank nodded. "You look so pretty there with my dick in your mouth, bitch," he said, like every schoolyard bully everywhere. Aurora elbowed him.

"Ben? Go down on him. NOW! And give it to him good, but make sure he doesn't cum. Just get him hard and ready."

He pulled down his pants, and sat on the bed. His cock hung limp in front of him. I grabbed it, gave it a couple strokes, and put it in my mouth. As I had been trained.

I remembered what she had said, that being ordered to suck a cock for your mistress's sake does not make you gay. I was doing this for her, for the one I was attracted to. I told myself this as I took him in my mouth. Fully erect, he was nearly ten inches long, putting my average length member to shame, and I could feel his cock pushing down my throat. She had made me practice, several times, on a plastic appendage before graduating to this, so I was no stranger to it, but having a real cock in my mouth, especially one as large as this, was something I don't think I could ever get used to.

"The things I do for love," I told myself, as I eagerly devoured his cock, to the delight and giggles of Aurora who stood by, cheering me on. It actually helped me to visualize me as her, pretending I was her sucking ME off, thinking of how I would have wanted her to go down on me, should I ever have the chance. He was ramrod hard by then, and he pulled back just as it seemed he would explode into my mouth. "That'll do for now, pussy. Thanks for sucking me real hard so I can go fuck your girlfriend now," he said, with a laugh.

"Okay, that's enough for now. Look, you get a reward! Aurora said. "You get to remove your chastity device. Of course, your hands will be chained so it's not like you can pleasure yourself, but at least your tiny pathetic cock won't be confined."

"Go into the bathroom and lie down" she ordered.

I lay on the ground as she placed the box with its white plastic toilet seat over my head. Then she placed the bucket inside, over my head with the cut out arch resting tight on my neck. She then closed the lid. My head was now encased in a white cylinder of plastic, allowing almost no movement. It always felt like being inside of a diaper pail, I thought to myself. She then grabbed my hands and attached handcuffs to each one of them, and affixed the other end of the cuffs to the side of the box. I felt her attach a chain to each leg, immobilizing them, and then stuck a wide-mouth bottle around my now erect penis, and placed that between my legs. In case I myself had to pee, she said. I knew the drill. I was now going to serve as her personal commode- and unfortunately, Franks, as well, for the duration of the evening.

She lifted the lid and leaned over and peered down at me.

"Look at you, all down there in that bucket. You look so pathetic, you and that tiny little pathetic cock. I bet you are just waiting eagerly for me to piss all over you."

Yes, Mistress!" I said. Wow! I loved it when she degraded me like this. Oddly, for me, it was a huge turn on, though obviously, to most guys, not so much.

"I'm going to piss all over your face, and you are going to LIKE it. Maybe I'll even DROWN you in it. And you better swallow every drop of it, slave. And then, I'm going to go fuck the shit out of a real man, while you get to listen to how a real man fucks your Mistress. Would you LIKE that, slave? Would you like it if I pissed all over you?

"Oh YES Mistress, I would."

"Want some of it now? She asked, leering down at me and smiling an evil smile. She turned around, pulled her thong down, and started to sit down.

"Yyyy...yess... Mistress..." I said, trying to contain my sudden excitement."

"Well too bad, Slave!" she said, laughing, and she suddenly stood up and closed the lid, leaving me in the darkness of the white plastic bucket.

It was like total sensory deprivation. Time doesn't seem to pass at all. I could open my eyes and dimly see the closed lid of the toilet overhead but otherwise it was dark. I tried to listen and make out what was going on in the front room, and thought of things to pass the time. I could hear them whispering and giggling. Finally, I heard footsteps in the bathroom and a tiny crack of light from under the lid. The lid lifted but to my dismay it was Frank, standing there naked. He leaned over, his long hair framing his face.

"So, I'm about to piss on your face, then go fuck the shit out of your girlfriend over there. How do you like THAT?" He asked.

"I can't stop you I guess."

"You're damn right you can't!" Drink up, pussy!"

And then, he proceeded to do exactly what he had said he would. I sputtered, trying to swallow as much as I could so it wouldn't make a mess. He was practically drowning me in piss. This was disgusting, and in another time and place, I might have clocked him one. But this was for her, I told myself. Endure it, for her.

"Your girlfriend is a pretty good lay." He said then.

"Yeah, and she's beautiful!" I replied. "She is so fine! Sexiest girl I've ever seen in fact, certainly the hottest girl on this island!" And I meant that, too.

"Yeah, well, too bad, YOU wouldn't know! Least I get to bone her! Ha ha, 'FRANK'S KIND OF A DICK!'" he exclaimed then, echoing my words he had overheard earlier that day, and laughing, he slammed the lid closed.

Lying in the darkness under the seat inside that bucket, I started hearing them. I could hear the mattress creaking with the rhythm of their love making. I could hear her gasping, then moaning, louder and louder. I could only imagine myself living vicariously through Frank, imagining myself in his place, and that I was the one in her bed pleasing her, and that it was Frank lying here in this bucket instead. Yeah, that would be good. Maybe someday.

Her moans turned to screams as he pounded her. I could hear her in the other room. The sounds of her passion were loud, her orgasmic gasps almost designed to tease and torment me. This was by design, she had said. She had wanted me to hear, wanted me to know what it was like when a real alpha man fucked her. Somehow, as she had told me before, that made it even more delicious, knowing that I could hear her having sex, but couldn't participate. My own cock was about to explode as I continued to imagine that it was me in Frank's place. My hands strained to touch my own throbbing neglected cock. For the first time in over two weeks I was able to get a full-staff erection. I could almost reach it. Almost, but the tips of my fingers grew tantalizingly close, barely able to graze the piss-bottle that she had attached to me, but that was about it. Of course that was by design as well. Part of her whole evil sadistic plan.

"Yess! Oh Yes...fuck me HARDER" She screamed, over and over, while I heard Frank groan passionately. I vowed to savor these sounds coming from the other room, so that when the time came when I finally had my orgasmic reward, it would give me something to think about.

After it seemed like they were finally satisfied and the sounds from the bedroom died down, I heard footsteps, and the light came on. The lid lifted, and it was Aurora, smiling dreamily, looking down at me. She was still wearing that tiny red pleated skirt, only with nothing underneath, not even her thong. Her bare naked ass and pussy were exposed as she sat down.

And she was totally covered in spunk, in both openings. It dripped out of her, and I could see gobs of It had gotten on the inside hem of the skirt. I could almost picture him, fucking her while she still had the skirt on, the hem of her skirt brushing up against his rock hard abs as he bent her over and thrust into her. I couldn't get that picture out of my mind. But I had a job to do.

"Toilet Slave! I don't have all God Damn day. Clean me up!" She ordered.

My heart was pounding a million miles a minute. I ran my tongue up and down her ass crack and pussy, tasting the sour goopy taste of his spunk, as well as the hot, stinking ripeness of her violated body. Her tight, tanned and gorgeous body, I thought, and oh, soooo delicious. Yes. This is what I was meant for. I eagerly licked her clean, sucking his juices out of her. Then her pussy lips puckered, squeezing out even more jizz, which I slurped off of her while longingly probing her with my tongue. A shudder and a slight moan escaped her.

They didn't call him "Gusher" for nothing, I thought. Aurora had once shared a story that Amy Cavazo, one of his regular "Customers" on the island, would only wear a rubber miniskirt when she was with him, as she said that made the mess easier to clean. I knew that part of my chore duties would be to take her soiled skirt down to the basement laundry machines to get cleaned. Oh well, I'll worry about that later. He certainly had left quite a mess for me to clean up, that was for sure.

After Aurora was satisfied with my job, she leaned back, and I felt a steady stream of warm, salty piss flooding my mouth. Though I swallowed it eagerly, savoring every drop, it tasted especially bitter this time. I then remembered what I had cooked them for dinner. This was deliberate as well, I now realized. Why you evil little....beautiful goddess, I love you; but you are so devious...

They went back to bed and all of us drifted off to sleep. An eerie kind of peace came over me. Just the knowledge that my mistress was satisfied, and that I was here with her, secure and under her care. Eventually I drifted off to sleep too. I ended up sleeping pretty soundly, despite the circumstances.

The morning finally came. I heard more sounds coming from the other room, waking me up. Once again, it sounded like Frank was giving it to her good. She was panting like a dog, then her pants turned to moans, then screams, and I heard a gruff male "Fuck yeah." I could only imagine Frank geysering inside of her. A few minutes later, the light switch came on and Frank came into the bathroom, lifted the lid, and of course, proceeded to piss all over my face. He gave a mocking, "Thirsty, faggot?" before spitting on me and closing the lid. I was of course much more pleased when Aurora walked in and relieved herself a few minutes later, though, to my dismay, I saw that Frank had left another huge sticky mess inside her for me to clean off. I eagerly did so, again relishing the taste of his spunk on her hot, sweaty tight body. My own neglected cock strained at full staff. She stood up, and closed the lid. I had to pee too, had enough for three people in fact, and after some bladder-shyness I was able to let go and fill the bottle that they had rigged up.

As time passed, in the other room, I heard them kissing, laughing and giggling. Low voices and laughter. I heard the front door of the cabin open, and I heard Aurora and Frank exchange goodbyes. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened again and I heard the light click on. I heard her voice say, "I'm going to cook some breakfast. I'll save some for you, but I need to leave you in there for a little while longer."

"Why?" I asked.

A kick, not so playful, to my exposed penis. "Don't ask questions slave. You are not done in here, that's why. At least you don't need to do the cooking. Your mistress will cook for you. Just relax." She said.