MY NEW POSITION AT HOME

The drive home from work was long and agonizing as Mr. JohnsonÕs cum began to dry
to a crust on my face and in my nose. Every breath I took I could smell and taste
his cum, more agonizing was the thought of what my wife was going to do to me! I
walked through the front door just in time to hear my wife say " thanks for
calling and well see you and Bob Friday night, oh I think our little clean up boy
is home, bye" I then heard my wife hang up the phone. She then said in a happy
voice " Oh little clean up boy, I want to talk to you" . I walk into the living
room to see my wife wearing a pull over silk dress, sitting in a chair with her
feet propped up on the coffee table. As I approached her, she looked at my face
and started giggle while covering her mouth. She said she knew what happened and
was very proud of me for doing what it takes to keep my job. She also said that
she expects nothing less from me. Some how I felt good about myself and began to
relax. My wife then told me sit down on the floor between the chair and coffee
table. This position gave me a view of my wifeÕs crotch , while allowing her to
play with my face with her feet as she talked.

In a very soft and sweet voice she said "I am going to talk to you about your
place in this house and what is expected out of you. I have read all of your
porno books and cutouts and understand your sick fantasies For the last couple of
days I have attempted to make them come true. Doing so, I have developed some
fetishes of my own. It really makes me hot when you lick some elseÕs cum out of
my pussy or to watch it slide out my pussy into your mouth. It makes me even
hotter for my lover to boss you around and make you submit to him by sucking his
dick and kissing his ass." All the time my wife is telling me this she is
pinching my nose and lips with her toes. She continued by asking " do like
sucking SteveÕs dick and eating his cum?". I mumbled " no" and was quickly
corrected by my wife to say "no maÕam ". This was the answer she wanted to hear
and gave me a evil smile as she said " too bad, that is what makes it so much fun
for me". She continued her talk saying " I also enjoy the fact that you submit
yourself to be our toilet slave. I canÕt tell you the joy I had watching Steve
and Beth use your mouth for their toilets, it was even more fun than using you
myself. " She continued with her humiliation by asking " did you enjoy being
SteveÕs toilet?" I answered "no ma am" knowing what her reply was going to be.
She then said that was the price I to pay for my fetish, that is I submit to her
fantasies and fetishes. She then said that because of my chauvinist and racists
attitude that I also had to submit to Beth, my supervisor and could expect
similar treatment at work. She then began to describe my new position and duties
at home.

She said that my official title is now "Little Clean Up Boy" that this title best
describe me and my main duties. "Little" described my 4 1/2" inch (fully extended
) useless dick, "Boy" described my sexual maturity level" and "Clean Up"
described my main duty of cleaning up after her lover. She said that I would be
on occasion expected to provide toilet slave duties, giving me a secondary title
of "Little Toilet Boy".

My wifeÕs lover (Steve) had already constructed a special toilet contraption for
me in one of the upstairs bathroom . This contraption consisted of a wooden
toilet that was attached directly to the bedroom wall. On the other side was a
closet that extended approximately five feet in to the bedroom. Inside the closet
was a retractable cot that was narrow and would slide into a chute that extended
into the toilet from the back side. Once Iam on the cot it could be retracted
back into the wall placing my head directly under a toilet seat, creating a
"human toilet" Because the "human toilet" was much higher from the floor than a
normal toilet, a well endowed manÕs (like my wifeÕs lover) penis could extend to
within an inch or so to my mouth. Someone could comfortable sit down on the
toilet seat placing their asshole or pee hole within easy reach of my tongue.
This is what my wife called my "special place" and when I was told to go to my
"special place" I was to assume this "human toilet" position and become her
"Little Toilet Boy".

My wife advised me that even though Steve was not going to move in permanently he
would frequently spend the night. She said that there were other men that she
anticipated would be spending the night with her and that I would be expected to
submit to them as well. She said that included several of my old friends that she
had her eyes on for years .My wife also said that she intended to have frequent
dinner parties in which I would provide the entertainment. She then told me that
I was to take up residence in an old bathroom that was seldom used in the
basement This is the only place I was allowed to relieve my self and bath. This
would be my home when I was not in use.After my wife asked if I understood my
position, she informed me that Steve would be here any minute and they would
spend the evening together. The doorbell rung , my wife smiled at me and said "Oh
Ron , now go to your "special place" so that we can use the "ron" tonight" she
girlishly giggled as ran to answer the door.