Naomi cleans the toilets in an unorthodox way

“Now on your knees,” the brunette ordered Naomi.

Naomi’s mouth gaped open, but eventually she dropped to her knees. The woman produced a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Naomi’s hands behind her back, tightening them as tight as they’d go. It seemed like the woman was enjoying Naomi’s discomfort.

She then produced some strange thing which looked like a leather collar, only it had a bit of metal poking out of the front, Naomi’s hair was lifted and then she realised it was a gag. There was a rubber bit gag in her mouth and the leather held it in place at the back. It was only when the woman produced the tip of a toilet brush and began to screw it to the metal bit in front of Naomi’s mouth that she realised what the gag was for.

She’d have to clean the toilets with it.

“Alright, you’re all set,” the woman said. “I expect those toilets to be sparkling when I get back. So clean you could drink from them, because if they aren’t, you will be drinking from them.”

Naomi gulped and the woman left. She shuffled over to the first cubicle, unable to use her arms due to the handcuffs. The toilet hadn’t been flushed and it stunk of piss. She used the brush to pull the handle, then cringed at the thought of how far she’d have to lower her head in there as the water splashed down.

She stuck her head down, having to sink so low to get the brush dipped into the water. She felt the gross toilet water soak her hair while she did.

She brushed around the toilet, wincing at how disgusting this was. Some of the stains were on so hard it took some serious brushing. She thought about the sight someone would get if they walked behind her now, her ass on show while she brushed back and forth with her head in the toilet.

Once the first one was done, she moved over to the next, noticing that the seat was covered in dried-on piss stains. She cringed, trying not to let her body touch the rim as she dunked the brush in, but with such big boobs, they eventually brushed against it and she felt like throwing up. She brushed the rim and the toilet, closing her eyes the whole time. She’d probably got it on her hair too, but she didn’t want to think about that right now.

The last one wasn’t too bad, and by the time she’d finished cleaning, the woman returned.

“Not bad,” the woman said. She removed the handcuffs and made Naomi take off the collar, she placed it in the bucket and washed it.

Once she was done with that, she had to work in the laundry room for another hour before she was done, all she could think about was the grossness on her hair and body. She couldn’t wait to have a shower. She was so tired too, she really needed a nap.