Leila's story

Leila waited for the party to end until she made her move.

"You can clean up while Walter and I get to bed," said Larraine.

"What's my name?" Asked Leila.

"What?"

"What...is...my...name?"

"I don't like your tone," said Larraine.

Her husband came over. "What's the problem?"

"No problem," said Leila. "Come with me and shut the fuck up. No talking unless I give you permission."

Larraine and Walter were stunned not only at the commands but at the fact they could not refuse. Leila led them into the guest bathroom.

"I haven't cleaned in her yet. Your guests used it all night. Lick the toilet seat clean, bitch!" said Leila pointing to Larraine. "Walter, you film us!"

A trembling Larraine, in a near panic, knelt down and tried her best to stop herself but she started to lick the toilet seat as her husband filmed her with Leila pointing and laughing at her.

"Lick every square millimeter of that seat, bitch!"

Larraine kept licking the seat. Time seemed to crawl as she was doing it and her eyes started to tear up, but she kept licking the seat, trying not to think about how many guests had used it that night. Finally, when she had licked the entire seat clean, Leila was satisfied.

"OK, what else shall we do?" asked Leila.