Because She Loves Me….

“Well, you didn’t pee the bed while I was gone. I guess I’ll let you up and you can go before we start your next adventure.” I am released from the ankle cuffs, and they are replaced by leg irons again. Next off are both wrist cuffs to be replaced with the handcuffs behind my back. She pulls out the earbuds but leaves me blindfolded and filled with the vibrating plug. I am guided from the bed into the bathroom and steered to being in front of the toilet. She let me bump my shins against the rim so I would know I was there, and she told me “Go ahead, pee, don’t miss or you’ll be cleaning it up with your tongue.”  This reeked of classic DR. D shenanigans. How could I aim into the bowl and not make a mess when I am blindfolded with my hands locked behind my back?

But I desperately had to go, so I said, “Yes Ma’am, I’ll try not to miss.” I was hesitant in my start, primarily because I could feel her watching. We’ve been married for a while, but I still don’t pee in front of her, nor does she. Completing this task with bowl accuracy was nearly impossible, though I know some of my stream made it from the sound of it hitting the bowl water. I also heard and felt splashing against my legs, not good.

When I’m done, she reaches in takes hold of my penis and shakes it. Embarrassing. She then pulls off my collar, two blindfolds and panties mask while she scolds me for the mess I have made. I glanced down as my eyes adjusted to the light and saw my urine in the bowl, but also on the rim and a bit on the tile floor. “OK, Toy, get down on your knees and lick it up!” I look at her, so out of character for her. She then adds, “It is your best friend that assured me guys that crave bondage like you also want to be treated like a submissive when they play. Blame him if it isn’t true. He was clear to tell me this is a bondage thing not a gay thing or a perverted thing, it’s very, very common. And that you would want to be forced to do it. I don’t like it, but it’s your birthday, so I’m going to make you do it so that you aren’t disappointed. So down on your knees Toy.”

It’s not easy getting down to the floor with my hands cuffed as they are but I get it done. She then guides me to the two small floor puddles and tells me to get to it. Of course, I have had previous practice at doing this that she does not know about from my trips out West. I clean it up. She then pulls my head up with my hair and pushes my face to the bowl rim. She is guiding me to all the droplets there. Licking a bowl rim causes a weird sensation and shivers to me. There is the taste, I’ve grown use to that. But what is strange is the coldness and the smoothness of the porcelain. What comes next catches me off guard. “OK, Toy now put your face into the bowl.” Again, she grasps my hair with her hand to move me forward and downward in the bowl. It makes me fall a bit forward off balance, my shoulders coming into contact with the outer rim, giving me back some stability.

“Your pee is on the insides of the bowl too.” I cleaned the toilet yesterday. I’m not going to do it again; it’s your job to clean it this time.” I am really taken back at her aggressiveness. This is not her, but she is roleplaying to make me happy. I also can tell that these are practiced lines, probably rehearsed them over the phone with my good old friend. I’ve lived through this type of contrived lines with Sir Michael at his home and in Vegas.  The toilet licking is a first, even the boys haven’t made me do this. And I love it, so I obey and lick the bowl, working with the knowledge that she cleaned it yesterday. I’m completely shocked with what she does next though. She pushes my head further into the bowl till my face is pushed into the water. The water has not been flush since I peed into it. I am then commanded to: “Drink!” My natural reflex is to push back but she is holding fast. So, I think what the hell, I’ve drunk lots of piss in my BDSM contract servitude, my mind says just do it, go with what she has planned, and I take a gulp. I know it’s hard for someone to fathom why I am enjoying this, but I am. The biggest kick is that my bride is forcing me and that is so different from her personality. I hope she is getting at least some enjoyment from her personality reversal. She pulls me back so I can take a breath, I do and then I am re-dunked and told to take a second drink. I do. It tastes like my pee but very watered down. Doable. She pulls me up again, I breathe, and she pushes me even deeper into the water till my nose and chin are against the base of the bowl and she flushes the toilet. The swirling adds another new sensory sensation to my repertoire.

I’m again pulled back up and this time out of the bowl. She helps me back up to a standing position and announces that “That was disgusting, remember to thank your buddy for toasting your birthday. I’m not kissing you again till you gargle. You are going to shower first so that taste in your mouth is going to remain for a while.” I’m sent to the shower, hands still cuff behind, ankles still in leg-iron cuffs, ass still filled with a vibrating plug. True to submissive bondage form, this is a cold shower. Somebody’s been schooling her. Our shower is a large walk-in type with a handheld style shower head with an on/off knob that allows her to prewet me, wash me with a soapy rough cleansing sponge, then rinse me without getting herself wet. Just before she gives me a final rinse she does bring in a small plastic cup with some Scope mouthwash. With her assistance my foul mouth is again fresh. We are done with the shower.