The party had already started when Lassie, a 21-year-old lassie, arrived at the bachelorette pad. The air was thick with excitement and laughter as she joined her best friend and the other guests outside under the warm afternoon sun. Inside, the house smelled strongly of alcohol and the lingering scent of bodies. She followed the group into the kitchen where they were gathering for some pre-party chit-chats.
As they talked, Lassie noticed one of the girls discreetly pulling aside another girl, whispering something into her ear. Whatever it was, it made the girl giggle and blush deeply, before she excused herself from the group. Puzzled, Lassie asked what was going on. One of the girls whispered back, "Oh, Milana just let out the foulest fart ever in the bathroom. It was so bad, we thought it was funny."
Lassie shrugged it off and continued chatting, sipping on her drink. She didn't mind the occasional bad smell - it was just part of being at a hen party, after all. But things were about to take an unexpected turn. The conversation led them to discuss the stash of snacks they had in the fridge, and someone suggested they raid it for some sugar-filled indulgences. As they made their way towards the fridge, they passed by the bathroom door.
That's when the smell hit her hard - a noxious stench emanating from within. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, thinking someone must have really messed up in there, maybe even used the toilet to throw up. The other girls, however, looked at her with mischievous glints in their eyes and nudged her towards the door. Confused, she pushed it open, only to see a man kneeling before the toilet, his face buried in its bowl.
Her jaw dropped in shock. There, kneeling in front of the toilet, was Milana's husband, dressed in his best suit, his tie loosened and shirt messy. He looked up at her, embarrassed, and whispered, "We're almost done here. Just a - "
"Oh my God!" She exclaimed, taking a step back. "This is disgusting! You're married to him?" She turned to Milana, who just laughed, "Join the club, Lassie. He's been our personal toilet for years now. He loves it, especially when the girls order him."
Lassie stood there in stunned silence, trying to process what she had just witnessed. "But... why?" She finally managed to ask.
The other girls exchanged knowing glances before bursting into peals of laughter. "It's his little kink," one of them explained. "He gets off on being a toilet slave for us. We let him serve us drinks, eat snacks, even take our phones. He's been through a lot, but he loves it. Besides, he's the one who suggested it as part of the fun!"
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. A married man, with a wife and kids, serving as a toilet for a group of strangers? The thoughts swirled in her head as she tried to make sense of it all. The girls continued chatting, completely unfazed by his presence, almost as if it was just another normal day for them.
Feeling more than a bit uneasy, she quickly stepped into the hallway to get some fresh air. She couldn't help but picture the poor man, kneeling there, his face buried in the porcelain throne, while a dozen girls watched on and laughed. It was humiliating, degrading, and yet, he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
As she tried to process these conflicting emotions, she heard the sound of flushing and saw Milana's husband emerge from the bathroom, wiping his hands on a towel. "Alright," he said, his voice shaky with excitement, "what can I do for you all?"
The other girls giggled and started making requests: some wanted their phones back, others demanded snacks. One girl even asked him to lick her dirty feet. Lassie watched in disbelief as he obeyed, none of them batting an eye at his unusual servitude.
She knew she couldn't stay any longer. This wasn't the kind of bachelorette party she had expected. With a quick goodbye, she excused herself and left, feeling both disturbed and intrigued by what had just transpired. As she walked home, she couldn't help but wonder about the strange world of consenting adults and their kinks.
Back at the hen party, the girls continued to enjoy their personal toilet's services, unaware of the newcomer's discomfort. They laughed and giggled, feeling free to let loose and be themselves around this man who seemed to take it all in stride. Little did they know, Lassie was leaving with a story they would never believe.
