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He really gets it this time
Pam is being mean. She pulls on the leash much harder than she
needs to as I am dragged naked out the back door of the house. I am
doing my best to crawl down the stairs of the back porch on my hands
and knees when my dear sweet wife, Joan comes up behind me and gives
me a vicious kick in the behind with her pointed high heeled shoe. I
crumple and go tumbling head over heels down the stairs while Pam's
two little daughters laugh gleefully.
"Move it you little piece of shit!" Joan says to me, and as best I
can, I get back on my hands and knees and continue to crawl behind Pam
toward the strange looking contraption in the backyard. My hopes of
going unnoticed by the neighbors quickly fade as I see the two airline
stewardesses who share the house next to ours staring wide eyed over
the back fence at my naked body. Little did I know that Joan called
them earlier in the day to tell them to be on the lookout for me.
When we get to the strange covered contraption in the middle of
the yard, Joan unhooks my doggie collar and orders me to get up, then
bend over and touch my toes. I am facing in as humiliating a position
as possible, with my naked bottom exposed to the two stewardesses at
the fence.
"My goodness, his bottom is red!" exclaims one of them.
"You can guess how it got that way," says Joan with a smile. She
gives me a vicious whack with the leather dog strap across my already
smarting bottom and I burst into tears."
"My golly he is such a baby," says Annie, the youngest of the two
"Please, Aunt Joan, can I squeeze his balls again?"
"Go to it, dear," says Joan, and I am subjected to the additional
misery of having this little girl in pig tails nearly crush my
testicles while the two stewardesses look on in amusement.
"Oh Aunt Joan," says her older sister Dottie, "I really have to go
"Just one moment," says my wife. "We just have to get things
"Get up and stand at attention, asshole!" Joan shouts at me. I
snap to immediately.
"You've been wondering what this mysterious thing is I had built
for you out here. Well now your going to find out."
Joan removes the cover from the odd shaped thing and for the first
time I discover what it is.
It appears to be an old fashioned wooden outhouse, but with one
strange difference. It appears to be shaped like the letter "L" with
an oddly shaped box, almost like a coffin, extending from the rear. I
am allowed to join the party as Joan shows us what it is. First she
opens the door with the traditional crescent cut in it at the top for
light and we see that sure enough, it is a true outhouse with is a
ledge with a toilet seat inside.
"Now just wait til you see what is under that toilet seat, girls,"
she says as she leads us around to the back of the outhouse. The
coffin shaped box protuding from the rear has a hinged top with a
latch on it. She unlatches the top, and to my horror, I see what is
inside it.
There are metal clamps set into its' floor, two for legs, one for
arms, and one which appears to be a neck clamp, and it is set up so
that a person placed inside will have their head clamped to the floor
directly under the toilet seat! At last I understand, and I begin to
literally shake. I know what is coming next.
Joan removes a white cloth rag from her pocket and ties it around
my eyes, blindfolding me.
"Now just step up over the side and get in there and lie down,"
she says.
"You mean we can pee in his face?" says Annie.
"That's right," says Joan, as she positions me on the floor of the
contraption and puts the clamps on my arms, legs, and neck. "That's
why I had to put the blindfold on. We wouldn't want him to see
anything he shouldn't would we?"
The wood feels rough against my back and my poor bottom. I quickly
realize that I will be held virtually motionless. I hear the lid on
what really seems now to be my coffin close with a thud.
"But Aunt Joan," says Dottie, "I have to make do-do."
"That's just fine dear, says Joan. "I'll just have to go in and
get my rubber gloves and a the hose so we can attend to him when
you're finished."
I lie in my coffin in unabated horror for what seems like an
eternity. Then I hear the door to the out-house swing open and then
shut again. It is at this point that I realize I can just move my head
a little bit. I discover that by rubbing the side of my head on the
wooden floor, I can loosen the blindfold.
I look up just in time to see Dottie's naked bottom descend on the
toilet seat. There is just barely enough light for me to see her rosy
little anus pucker for a moment, and then a large brown turd descends
directly onto my face! A few moments pass, and then it is followed by
another, and then another. My face is covered with her shit.
Horrified as I consider what may happen next, I frantically work
my head, almost choking in the excrement, trying to get the blindfold
back into place. Dottie wipes her pretty bottom and pieces of toilet
paper rain down on me from above, but I fail to get the blindfold back
in position.
The next thing I see is Dottie's sweet little face staring down at
me in astonishment.
"Aunt Joan!" she screeches. "He got the blindfold off! He saw my
heinie hole and everything."
The door to the out-house is opened and I am almost blinded by the
light. Then there is Joan staring down the toilet opening at me. She
is clearly angry.
"Why you miserable little bastard," she says. "You'll pay for
this! Well if you want to watch, so badly, fine, you can watch, and
you'll have plenty to watch! I have to pee anyway."
I see Joan's familiar bare behind above me and a stream of urine
hits me in the face. Then more toilet paper.
Next comes Pam, who looks down at me with an amused smile before
sitting on the toilet and pooping all over me. It is a loose and noisy
bowel movement and I cringe in disgust as her smelly stuff lands on my
head and runs down my neck.
Annie apparently decided to do her thing in the house because
nobody else appears. I am left for what seems like hours, lying in
this coffin thing swimming in urine and vile smelling excrement.
Finally the out-house door opens again and there is Joan staring
down at me.
"Well they've gone home. Are you comfy and cozy, sweetie?" she
says. "I just need to use this thing for a moment before I go out for
the night."
Joan sits down on the toilet seat and shits on my face. They are
big solid turds and she takes her time about it, chatting idly with me
as she goes about her business.
"I've got a date tonight with the fellow who made this thing for
me," she says. "I think I'll bring him back to the house and get a
really good fucking for once. I just hope he has to take a crap before
the night is through. I'd love to have him try out his own workmanship
with you lying under the toilet so he can appreciate its' value."
"How long are you going to keep me in here?" I ask.
"As long as I feel like it," she says. "I don't have to worry
about you getting hungry. I know how much you enjoy eating my shit
anyway, and there'll be plenty of it for you to eat from now on."
"Tomorrow, I'll get the hose and let you clean up this mess for
me," she continues. "I'm sure the neighbors will enjoy watching. I
might even invite them over for some fun and games. I understand that
these stewardesses really come up with some neat ideas for keeping a
little sissy like you in his place."
Joan wipes her bottom and shoves the dirty toilet paper right down
the toilet opening and into my mouth. It is disgusting.
"Well goodbye for now," she says. "You just lie there and think of
my getting fucked and sucking a good stiff cock while you lie there in
my shit."
"And don't worry, darling, I am very creative. You can be sure
there are still lots and lots of good new things in store for you."


Anonymous readerReport

2014-08-30 14:14:34
Joan came home after her date, drunk a full bladder and a pussy full of cum.
She just had to use her husband as a toilet. He appeared to be dead so she released his clamps to try and move him. Suddenly he came to grabbing Joan by the throat, well Joan you went to far the piss I could handle, the shit not good but to fuck someone else Your dead. I hope you like your coffin you made because I'm going to bury you in it. Goodby my love.

anonymous readerReport

2012-06-10 02:03:59
I gave the story a negatve rating because any man who allows himself to be used and beaten this way should be killed...... then she tells him she is going out and get fucked........... at the first opportrunity I'd kick the shit out of her so she can see what it feels like to be humiliated ghen throw her ass out on the street

anonymous readerReport

2012-02-13 12:42:59
Honestly, not bad news!....

anonymous readerReport

2012-02-13 12:20:13
Internet is written with the capital letter in a sentence, by the way. And hundredths are written not with a point but with a comma. This is according to the standard. And actually everything is very good..!!

anonymous readerReport

2012-02-13 11:57:42
Every time I come back here again and don`t get disappointed..!!

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