Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Memorial Day BBQs can get pretty wild! Sun shining, drinks flowing, and the grill fired up made for a lot of people needing to use the bathroom. My poor little potty just couldn’t keep up with the demand, and it stopped flushing! I was in a bit of a panic! At least fifty people were at my house chugging bottles and stuffing their faces with burgers and hot dogs! With only one nonworking bathroom, I was going to have a huge problem.
At least, I thought I was, till I remembered my little toilet slave was attending the BBQ! I ran over to where he sat at the edge of the pool, chatting and laughing like his tongue wasn’t casually used as toilet paper for me whenever I felt the need. I grabbed his elbow and yanked him up. “Come on! Duty calls.”
Out Of Order
He smiled at me, he just loves to be needed, and asked what he could do for me. “The toilet is out of order.” I blurted while tugging him into the house.
“Oh, fuck. I can’t fix it. I’m not a plumber.” His confusion was as adorable as it was annoying.
“Nooo, but you are a toilet slave.” My eyes rolled as I saw my intentions dawn on him.
“Oh, Goddess. No.” He looked back towards the partygoers. “I don’t know all of them. Some of them know me! This will be humiliating!” I shoved him into the bathroom and onto his knees. He glanced at the “Out Of Order. Use Toilet Slave instead,” sign taped over the toilet lid and groaned. “Please, don’t make me.” He pleaded, but I could already see the tent growing in his swim trunks.
My palm tapped over his cheek as I hovered over him. “That’s the thing about being a slave. I don’t have to ask you to do this; I just need to demand that you do. And you must.” his cheek leaned into my touch as he nodded. Clean them all thoroughly, I don’t want anyone to be uncomfortable. I grinned as I walked out to the BBQ, feeling like the ultimate problem solver!
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
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