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.