Ch 04 Dinner Party

Penny told me to show up at 5:30 to be ready for 6. I arrived on time and was greeted by a familiar face outside the entrance, the lady known as Shitbox. "Hi. You might not remember me. We met a few months ago. I was, uh... someone was..."

"Yes, I remember you, of course I do! Mr Close was eating fruit from your ass! And I hear you're going to join us tonight as a urinal! I won't see you during the evening unfortunately, but I'll be around."

"Oh, what are you doing this evening?" I asked.

"I'm... I'm not sure I can tell you that." She leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I've been told not to scare you off."

She raised her voice to a normal level and said "You can ask Penny if you like. I'll see you around. I need to get ready before the guests arrive."

She turned to leave and I looked at the building I was about to enter. I wondered where they would keep someone like me during a dinner party. Would they put me in a regular bathroom, or would they have special room for just such an occasion? I would find out soon enough. I walked up to the door and knocked.

A young man arrived and ushered me in. "Right this way. Is it 'Jessie'?"

"Yes, that's right," I blushed. I just worked out that if he knew my name then he must have been expecting me, and it's also likely he knew my job for the evening, and I wanted to hide in the nearest closet. I had this feeling that everyone was laughing at me and they were all in on the joke.

"Miss Jessie, Penny is waiting for you down the hall to the left. I shall see you a bit later in the evening I suppose," he said with a nice smile.

"Thank you, nice to meet you," I replied, only realising a bit late that maybe he intends to piss on me later on. How am I going to get through this?

I saw Jessie down the hall waving to me. I hustled down the hall and met her. She gave me a soft kiss on the lips and said "hurry up babe, we need to get you ready."

She told me to strip down completely. I was hoping I could ease into this a bit more. I did as instructed, and then she gave me a set of leather cuffs to put on my ankles and wrists. I think all of this was over the top. I had showed up and I was going to be paid very well, so I don't see why they felt the need for restraints.

I put on the cuffs and then I was given a soft, thick collar. This looked a bit more serious. I put it on and tightened it so it was snug.

Then finally I was given a very large silicone plug. "You need to wear this to prevent any bowel movements during the dinner. This will block you right up!" she said smiling. She wasn't asking, and I wasn't about to refuse at this point. My mind was racing and I was only concerned with how I was going to drink the piss of strangers.

Penny told me to bend over, which I did. She pulled out some lube from someplace unknown and started to rub my asshole with a dab of lube to get me to relax. I started to moan. Then she lined up the plug and started to ease it in. After about 5 minutes of pushing and twisting, it popped in with a fair amount of pain, and I felt very full. She was right. There was no way it was coming out without a huge effort on my part, and even then I might need some help.

"Ok. Thank you Miss Penny. Thanks for helping me!"

"No problem dear. I'll always be here to help you. You're on a journey now and I'm pleased to be your guide. Now follow me."

She led me out of the room and down a hall into the main dining room. The house was open concept and quite modern. The living room flowed into the dining room and the kitchen was off to the side. When I saw the dining room table I nearly wet myself. There were 2 women lying on the table as I was a few months ago, covered in shell fish and other seafood. Off to the side I saw a waitress standing completely clad in white latex, with only her private parts exposed. In the kitchen I saw a chef preparing more food and he gave me a wave.

I was led across the room and then in the corner there was a door that led to a bathroom. Once inside Penny asked "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I can't say no now. You would be so disappointed," I replied.

"It's true. I would. But it's up to you of course. There are plenty of ladies I can call if you're not up for it."

"No, I'm good. I'm just so nervous," I said.

"That's completely normal, after all, you're about to become a toilet for a full table of dinner guests! So gross! But anyway, it takes a special person to agree to something like this, and you're that special person. Let's get you set up. Lex should be here in a second," said Penny.

She was right. What I was about to do was disgusting, but I also knew I could do it. I was starting to wonder just why I had agreed to do this vile act. It was the money, unquestionably, and to make Miss Penny proud of me of course, but what if she'd asked me to do something else? Maybe it's better I didn't think too deeply about it for now. I needed to get through the night, that was my first priority.

Just then another woman entered the room and got to work on me. She was a tough looking woman in her mid 30s. She had a full sleeve of tattoos and she wore all black, mostly leather. "Hey, I'm Lex. Jessie, right? Is this your first time?" asked Lex.

"Yes, I'm new, but I think I can do it. I've tried once before and..."

She cut me off. "We'll see sweetheart. Four hours is a long time for a rookie. These folks drink like fish, so you'll be drinking like a fish." I blushed. For some reason I had assumed I might just be used once or twice. How many times does someone need to use the bathroom in 4 hours? I guess it all depends on how much everyone drinks. Oh goodness, this might have been a huge mistake.

Then Lex wheeled in a strange looking contraption. It sort of looked like a chair, but I couldn't tell where I would sit. It was constructed with black piping and plastic, and when the lady I clicked some latches it started to make sense. Inside the web of pipes and plastic was a funny shaped bicycle seat, and in the base was a hole. I guess that's to make room for the plug in my ass. It looked like an elaborate piece of gym equipment.

"Hop in honey. Put your ass right there," she said pointing to the seat. "Make sure the plug fits through that hole."

I wiggled myself into position and my knees bent and legs were folded under my bum. Then the ankle cuffs were pulled and secured in place. I guess they did have a purpose. Next my arms were pulled behind my back and some additional restraints were secured so my arms were pulled together at the elbows. I was still quite low to the ground as my bum was almost touching the floor. I wasn't uncomfortable, and at least my pussy and ass were somewhat hidden.

Then finally another seat swung out from the side which would be where a woman was to sit while using me. This allowed the woman to sit facing me with her vagina directly in front of my mouth. I could turn my head freely still so if I wanted to I could turn away, but I knew this wouldn't really be possible. My job description was very clear, and turning away from a stream of piss would definitely get me into trouble.

"Should I be speaking to the guests? What do I do when someone walks in?" I asked.

"Don't worry, I'll be pleased to give you a demonstration," said Lex.

"Uh, just a dry run though, right? You won't actually..." I said.

"Is there a problem? There are no dry runs, only 'wet' runs," Lex said, evidently pleased with her joke.

"It's ok Jessie. It's probably good for you to see how it feels before you get your first dinner guest. You just have to put your trust in the person using you. Not everyone will be nice, but most will be," said Penny.

"Ok Miss Penny," I said.

"Now, when someone comes in, you don't speak until spoken to. Some guests may prefer to pretend they're using a regular toilet and that they're not actually pissing down a human being's throat. That's understandable, and not much we can do about that. But we've removed the porcelain toilet without telling the guests, so they don't really have much choice. This was at the request of Mr. Pink to make the experience more interesting."

"So when someone comes in and they speak to you, you may respond and always use the formal 'sir' or 'madam' when addressing them. If they would prefer not to use you or start asking if you want to be let out of your predicament, you should encourage them by telling them that it is your job to service all guests and that you like being a toilet. Now I have no idea if this is true for you or not, but this is what you must say. Mr. Pink wants all guests to use you. Is that understood?" said the lady.

"Yes, I understand," I said. Clearly Lex wasn't messing around.

"Right. Open up," she said.

"Right now?" I asked.

"Yes now! I still need to attend to Shitbox and the other girls. Let's go!"

I opened my mouth and Lex pulled down her pants. She approached me from the front, swung the seat out from the side to latch it in front of my face. She sat down and said "ready down there?"

"Ready," I said. I wasn't ready, but I had no choice unless I wanted to run. And I needed the money.

"Good, now give me a little lick before I start," she said.

"Really? I didn't know I was supp..."

"Seriously Jessie, cut the shit and let's get on with it! Is that what you would say if I was a dinner guest?" she said, getting very annoyed with me.

"Please be gentle Lex. This is her first time!" said Penny defending me.

"Pen, talk to your girl. Mr. Pink won't put up with this," said Lex.

"Jessie, babe. Can you do this? You tell me if it's too much," said Penny with obvious concern for me.

"Yes, I can do it. I can do it for you," I said, completely revealing my pathetic submissive love for her.

"Oh my god. She loves you Pen! Ok, let's get on with it please!" said Lex, exasperated.

I started licking her pussy immediately, and Lex started to soften. "That's great Jessie. I knew you could do it," said Lex. "Now, I've got to get going. Open up. I'm gonna go fast so keep up!"

I opened my mouth and she let a torrent of piss flow. I started swallowing as quickly as I could, but it was making a mess. She then eased up and said "Jessie, you need to drink faster! I'll have to clean this up now!"

"I'm so sorry! You went so fast, I couldn't swallow fast enough," I said.

"No excuses! Did you just blame the guest?" she shouted.

"I'm sorry. I'll do better, I promise," I said, nearly in tears.

"Just go Lex, I'll clean this up," said Penny.

Lex huffed and then made her way for the door. "I'll check on you in the evening. I hope you can learn on the job!"

I was so embarrassed. I had piss all over my face and I was clearly failing at this job. I had to sit there, completely immobile, watch Miss Penny clean up a puddle of piss. "I'm so sorry Miss Penny. I should have swallowed faster. I would happily clean that up if I could move."

"Don't worry about her. You'll do great. What you're about to do isn't easy, but I can tell you're a natural. I've never had anyone drink as much on their first try as you did. Just picture me when serving a guest. I know you enjoyed our last interaction, and we'll get to do it again, I promise."

"Thank you Penny, you're so nice. I'll do my best."

Penny started to wipe down my face and chest. There was also a shower head with a hose attached to the wall. She rinsed me off and I could hear the water draining below me.

"Last thing. When you need to go, just go. Obviously you can't take a shit with that huge plug in your ass, but feel free to piss whenever you need. There's a splash guard down there and the piss will get directed to the drain down below. Any other questions?" said Penny.

"When will I see you again?" I asked.

"I need to go check on Shitbox now, and then I'll head out. I'm not invited to this dinner party, and you're in good hands. Let's chat tomorrow to see how you did."

"Ok. Good bye, Miss Penny," I said, showing my disappointment that she leaving.

"Bye sweetie. You'll do great, I know it." Penny then left the room, flicked off the lights and I was left alone with my thoughts in the darkness.

I immediately started thinking about how ridiculous I felt. I was embarrassed that I was in this position. For some reason I started to think about my teenage years and my close group of friends. I wondered what they were all doing now. I kept in touch with many of them. Kylie was married now, Julie moved to New York for some big job and last I heard, Ash had moved to Thailand and never looked back. What would they think of me now?

Then I started to think about my family. What would my dad think of me doing this? I already know, it would break his heart, and then I started to sob, quietly.

About 15 minutes passed and there was no activity. I could hear people chatting outside in the living room, but no one needed to use the toilet, thank goodness. Then I started to rationalise my current position by thinking about the money, and then Miss Penny. It mace me happy to think about Miss Penny.

But then I would snap back to reality and think about what I was about to do. I was about to drink the piss of an unknown number of complete strangers. They would assume they were about to use a regular toilet, only to be surprised by me, sitting here, immobile in this contraption. And when asked I would be required to plead with them to use me, to piss in my mouth. It seems preposterous just thinking about it.

I also started to think about Shitbox in this moment. I didn't have to ask Miss Penny about her role at this dinner party. I already knew. I could tell by the way she spoke to me. She seemed so confident and proud of who she was and her position at the house, that I knew she must provide a service that no one else would. She must have been a full service toilet, here to consume and digest the waste of the other guests. I assumed that Miss Penny might one day expect me to do that as well, and I was worried that maybe I would. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about it.

You might ask why I would ever do such a horrendous thing. But why does anyone do anything? Why am I here right now, willing to drink the piss of strangers? One thing I've learned is that I really don't know what I'm truly capable of, and that Miss Penny is helping me find out. I also know that I would gladly do anything that Penny asked me to. It's why I'm here. Is money is real reason I'm here or is it to disguise the fact that I'm actually a total slut and I need to be degraded and abused to feel fulfilled and worthwhile.

I've also learned it's possible to spend too much time alone with your thoughts.

Just then I heard a knock on the door, and I froze. Should I respond? That would make it seem like someone is using the toilet, so I stayed quiet. I heard another knock and I still didn't answer. Should I say something? I didn't need to in the end. The woman outside called out "sorry, is someone in there?" No response, so she opened the door slowly.

She walked in, immediately flicked on the light and jumped about 3 feet into the air. "Oh my GOD you scared me! What is this? Why are you in there and where's the toilet?"

This is really happening. Game time.

"Hi, I'm sorry to have frightened you madam. I'm Jessie, and I'm the toilet," I said as confidently as I could.

"Uh, uh... ha... well. I can't quite believe it. Are you serious? The dinner spread was silly enough, but this is... wait, is this a joke?" she said in complete disbelief.

"Yes, I'm serious. Mr. Pink has requested my services and I would very much like you to take a seat and relieve yourself on my face. In my mouth to be precise. I'm here to serve you, madam. Please take a seat whenever you're comfortable," I said, almost pleading. She was very good looking, and appeared to be about 40, maybe 45. She had a nice body, but I could tell she was a mom.

"Jessie, sorry. Where is the normal toilet? This is crazy, I'm not about to participate in something like this."

"Mr. Pink had it removed," I said.

"That devil. I can't believe it." She stood there shaking her head and I could tell she was starting to come to terms with the situation. It was a bit funny if you think about it from her perspective. "Sorry, my name is Pamela, or Pam if you prefer. Look, I'm very sorry, but I do have to use the loo, and I'm not quite sure what I should do here."

"Please, madam, take a seat. I've done this before and it would be my pleasure. I promise. Mr. Pink will be disappointed with me if I don't serve our guests to the best of my ability."

She paused and considered her very few options. She could use me, piss on the floor of wet herself. "Alright, well I'm not about to piss on the floor.. Hope you're ready! I've never done this before, as you can probably tell. Gosh, I hope I'm clean down there! Any tips for a first-timer?" said Pam.

"Yes. I'm trying to improve my drinking speed, but I'm still not that quick. So if you don't mind going slow, that will keep the spillage to a minimum," I suggested. I hope she didn't think that was too forward.

"Anything to help you out. I can't believe you would do something like this. I've heard about nyotaimori but this is quite incredible. Ok, what do I do?" she asked, already starting to pull up her skirt. "I'm going to kill Roland when I see him!"

"Swing out the seat from the side and latch it in place in front of my face. Then you can have a seat and go whenever you're ready," I said.

"Ah, ok. Like this?" she said and pulled out the seat. It was easy to see how it worked and she had it in place without any issues.

"Yes, that's right," I said. "Now you should be able to straddle it to get yourself into position..."

"Got it," she cut me off. "Here we go." She was seated and I was staring just above her clit. I was tempted to give it a lick because I was in a perfect position, but I didn't. Besides, I wouldn't dare do that without being explicitly instructed.

"Get ready," she said and then released her stream before I could answer. I quickly started swallowing. Her piss tasted almost like water. I guess she had had a lot to drink before. "How are you going down there?" she asked.

I swallowed a big gulp. "Great! Thanks for checking, and thanks for going slow."

She continued at a slow pace and I actually felt proud of myself. She finished her last drops and then let out a sigh "Ahhhhhh. That was wonderful. Thank you Jessie! I'll be seeing you again shortly, I should think! What a nice surprise finding you in here. Maybe I won't kill Roland after all."

I couldn't believe it. Her piss just had a slight taste to it, and I didn't feel I had to suppress a vomit.

"Yes madam, I'm pleased to be of service to you," I said submissively.

"It's 'Pam', darling. And it was my pleasure. Such a nice young girl," she said smiling.

"Thank you Pam. And if you don't mind, can you keep this experience to yourself. I believe Mr. Pink would like to surprise each guest."

"Sure thing, Jessie. I'll see you later," she said.

She washed her hands and then she exited the bathroom. I wondered if she was going to tell all her guests at the table about her experience. I could hear quiet murmurs from outside, but no laughter, so I suspect she decided to keep the experience to herself.

And now I had a minute to reflect. It wasn't nearly as difficult as I thought it might be, and she was so nice. I'll get through this. It's embarrassing, degrading and I'll have to move to Siberia if any of my friends find out, but I can do this. I had just proven I could. Now I just have to rinse and repeat, excuse the pun.

About 5 minutes later, the door opened abruptly. This time it was a man. I was not looking forward to having a man serve me, but I had been thinking about it. Sexually I've only ever been with men, but for some reason this experience went beyond sex, and I didn't expect to feel as uncomfortable as I did with Pam or Penny.