Bondage Girlfriend Cleaning Urinals
So, your kinky girlfriend wants to play at master-and-slave. She promises to do anything, you laugh and tell her she’ll have no choice. She smiles while she says “Yes, Master” in her best I Dream Of Jeanie voice, because she knows you’re just a big old softy who likes to talk mean.
Then, before she knows it, she’s all tied up, on the floor, and scrubbing the world’s dirtiest urinals:
You say WHAT?
Because you know your girlfriend. It’s all fun until somebody says “clean the toilet”, and then it doesn’t matter that she’s wearing a ball gag, she’s just gonna give you this look:
So how do you get from that look, to her on her knees, scrubbing and fuming, smelling like Clorox, and starting to get the idea that being a slavegirl isn’t all silk scarves and “forced” orgasms and colored suede floggers scented with rosewater and attar of lavender?
Dude. You’re reading Spanking Blog. Which is, or ought to be, a clue:
The beatings will continue until morale improves!
Today’s inspirational illustrations are courtesy of The Training Of O, and are, in particular, from this shoot, which features the multi-day slave training of the lovely (and talented with a scrub brush!) Tawni Ryden.
Ay, you didn’t see the world’s dirtiest urinals… although you must have seen them the same country we’ve both visited (remember mentioning that?). I meant the Turkish toilets.
I have indeed seen worse, as you speculate. ;-)
However, those in the photoset are from the San Francisco Armory, recently bought by Kink.com after most of a century of hard use of the property by military men (followed by a substantial period of abandonment during which the stains had time to set). So they probably qualify as the dirtiest urinals in the Western United States, anyway…
Actually, we just tore up the floor (remodeling) and I had to clean out our own toilet bowl like inside and underneath where you (I) never clean on a daily basis, with stains and stuff, so I kind of have the same assignment myself right now!
My GF decided to “do anything” for me while in light bondage. She ended up washing my car with her hands behind her back and the washcloth in her mouth. This had several benefits: She couldn’t bitch too loudly with her muth full of a soapy rag; her attempts at washing without the use of her hands was highly amusing; she respnded well to the encouraging slap of a strap to her bottom; and I got a clean car! BTW, she later (begrudgingly) admited that she loved it.
I am probably years too late for hoping that AJ will see this and respond, but it just now occurred to me: did she wash the car in the garage? Do you have a private drive? Or was this on a suburban street with neighbors driving by, honking and waving? ;-)