“toad” part I
by c.w. cobblestone
My wife giggled at something her sister said and took a sip of iced tea. I’d been waiting for the pause in the conversation to make my little announcement.
“Uh, excuse me, Mistress?”
Janie leaned back on the couch. “What, toad?”
“Um, I just wanted to let you know that I’m finished with Miss Lisa’s car.”
After I stood there for a second, Janie threw up her hands. “And what? Are you waiting for us to give you a medal or something?”
My sister-in-law snickered.
I gulped. “Um, n-no, Mistress, I … I just wanted to let you know that Miss Lisa’s car was finished, and to see if you guys needed anything else, Mistress.”
“No, I’m fine, toad. Lise, you need anything?”
Lisa took a sip of coffee and set the cup on the living room table. “Yeah, you could top that off for me, Todd. Er, I mean, toad.”
“Right away, Miss.” I sprang into action.
When I set the refilled cup down in front of Lisa, she smiled.
“Thank you, toad. You’re such a good little helper these days. I mean, you always were an attentive hubby, but you’re so much better now … although we can’t exactly call you a husband anymore, can we?”
“I … I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I guess not.”
“Well, whatever, toad, I like the new you. Did you wash my car real nice for me?”
“Oh, yes, Miss Lisa, I cleaned it up real good. It’s gleaming. Wait until you see it — it looks like it just got out of the showroom.”
Janie scowled. “Quit bragging, toad, or I’ll slap the shit out of you.”
“S-sorry, Mistress.”
“You want me to tell Omar you were showing off in front of my sister?”
I blanched and clasped my hands in front of me. “Oh n-no, Mistress, please, I’m so sorry, Mistress, please don’t tell him that, I’m so, so sorry, Mistress, please.”
“Did you finish setting up his Xbox?”
“No, Mistress, I was going to ask if it’s okay if I finish that up now, Mistress.”
My wife chuckled. “You better have that done before he gets home if you don’t want a major ass-whipping. You’re already on thin ice after those shoelaces.”
“Yes, Mistress, I’ll get it done now. May I please be excused?”
“Yes. Go.”
I bowed to acknowledge her dismissal then scurried down the hall to the guest bedroom.
While I fumbled with the gaming system cords I could hear my superiors’ conversation.
“Boy, Janie, you’ve got him trained don’t you?”
“Well, Omar helped a lot. He’s good with him. Strict discipline. No nonsense. It’s sexy as hell how he just takes control.”
My wife’s sister chuckled. “Poor toad seems scared to death of him.”
“Oh, he is. Omar doesn’t mess around with the little shit. He dunked his head in the toilet this morning because he didn’t re-lace his tennis shoes as he told him to.”
“Seriously? OMG! What did toad do?”
“Other than swallowing piss? What do you think the little toad did? Not a damn thing, except to apologize and get the shoes re-laced so Omar could go to his game in style. The man does everything in style, even playing basketball. Mmmmm.”
“I can’t wait to meet him. Those pictures you put on Facebook are sexy as hell. I still can’t believe you’re doing this, Janie. Mom would be proud, though. She was a slut from way back — and didn’t give a shit who knew, did she?”
“I always did take after her,” my wife said.
The sisters shared a laugh.
“Seriously, how did you ever get Todd to agree to all this?”
“It was easy,” my wife explained. “Omar just … took control. I don’t know how else to say it. We hooked up a few times and the next thing you know he’s coming over to the house. Once Omar laid down the law, the toad just folded. My so-called husband never had the backbone to start with. You know that.”
“Yeah, I know … but even him — how can anybody put up with it? That kind of humiliation? Did you see what people were saying when you put those pictures up?”
“Yeah, and I unfriended anyone who had a problem with it,” my wife said. “Omar and I are in love, Lisa.”
“I know, and I’m happy for you. But … damn, girl, you put it all out there with that post. I know poor Todd will never be able to live that down.”
“Oh, who gives a shit what he thinks? If he doesn’t like it he’s free to leave any time. Besides, I didn’t ‘put it all out there’ on Facebook, as you say. All I said was that Omar and I were in love, he was moving in, and that Toad was okay with it and would still live with us. I called him ‘Todd,’ not ‘toad.’ And I didn’t tell everyone how Omar turned him into our little bitch. When I was posting that I was sitting next to Omar on the couch; he was watching football while the toad sucked his toes. So, if I’d have wanted to embarrass the little loser, instead of posting pictures of Omar and me at the beach I could’ve taken a picture of the toad with his master’s toes in his mouth and posted that.”
The sisters laughed again.
“Well, you know I never liked him much, but I still can’t help feeling a little sorry for the poor toad,” my sister-in-law said.
“Why? Don’t feel sorry for him; he’s the one who asked for this. When Omar said he was moving in, tad was scared to death that I was going to divorce his ass. You should’ve seen the little creep; he got down on his knees right there on the carpet and begged us to let him stay. It was pathetic. He said he’d do anything we wanted. So, we let him stay and be our little bitch. He was already that pretty much anyway after Omar came into the picture. I’m telling you, Lise, it’s wonderful. I’ve got my king in the bedroom and a loyal little housemaid bitch who’ll do anything we say sleeping in the basement.”
“Jeez, he has to sleep in the basement?”
“On the floor. Omar put that rule in place the first night. And the toad isn’t allowed to sit on the furniture. Ever.”
Lisa chuckled. “Damn, that’s cold.”
“Hey, if the little bitch wants to stay, this is how he’s gonna get treated. Otherwise, like Omar told him the first time he spent the night: if he doesn’t like it, he can fuck off down the road.”
“And when Omar said that, he just folded?”
“You should’ve seen it, Lisa. He just bowed his head and said ‘Okay.’ Then, Omar made him say, ‘Yes, sir.’ It was the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Mmm, that does sound sexy. And since I know you never really respected the toad anyway, it must be nice having him around as a slave.”
“Oh, girl, you don’t even know. The toad already did most of the housework before Omar showed up but now I don’t lift a finger.”
From my vantage point down the corridor, I could hear my sister-in-law sigh. “Well, it does sound wonderful but I still don’t understand how he can put up with it. Jeez, Janie, what did you do to that poor man?”
My wife chuckled. “Hey, what can I say? I guess I’m just special. The poor little shit doesn’t want to leave me, no matter what I do to him. I have that effect on men.”
“Well, I will say you look hotter than you ever have. Omar’s good for you.”
“Mmm, tell me about it, girlfriend.”
“I don’t know … I guess people can get used to anything. Maybe toad growing up in an orphanage has something to do with it.”
“Oh, big-time. When we first started dating, all he ever did was whine about how nobody wanted him, and how grateful he was that I wanted him.”
Lisa giggled. “You wanted his money.”
“Hey, tad knew the score from the get-go. I mean, all he has to do is look in the mirror; he’s a fucking toad. He knows he could never get a woman like me if he wasn’t pulling in high six figures.”
“Well, aren’t we Miss Stuck-Up? All the rich guys are lining up to marry you, huh?”
“I don’t know about that, but I wouldn’t mind a bunch of black guys lining up to gangbang me.”
“Damn, Janie, you are like Mom.”
After a hearty laugh, Lisa asked, “What’s that like? Being with a black guy?”
“You know what they say, Sis: Once you go black …”
“Well, judging from those pictures, I can see why you’d never go back to the toad.”
Another chortle.
I wiped away a tear and glanced at the clock on the guest bedroom wall. 2:54. Omar would be home soon from his basketball game and I still wasn’t close to being finished. So, I tuned out the conversation and concentrated on trying to get my master’s Xbox set up.
I surely didn’t want to give him an excuse to kick my ass in front of the company.
COMING IN PART II: WILL THE TOAD GET THE XBOX SYSTEM WORKING BEFORE HIS MASTER GETS HOME? STAY TUNED….
by c.w. cobblestone
My wife giggled at something her sister said and took a sip of iced tea. I’d been waiting for the pause in the conversation to make my little announcement.
“Uh, excuse me, Mistress?”
Janie leaned back on the couch. “What, toad?”
“Um, I just wanted to let you know that I’m finished with Miss Lisa’s car.”
After I stood there for a second, Janie threw up her hands. “And what? Are you waiting for us to give you a medal or something?”
My sister-in-law snickered.
I gulped. “Um, n-no, Mistress, I … I just wanted to let you know that Miss Lisa’s car was finished, and to see if you guys needed anything else, Mistress.”
“No, I’m fine, toad. Lise, you need anything?”
Lisa took a sip of coffee and set the cup on the living room table. “Yeah, you could top that off for me, Todd. Er, I mean, toad.”
“Right away, Miss.” I sprang into action.
When I set the refilled cup down in front of Lisa, she smiled.
“Thank you, toad. You’re such a good little helper these days. I mean, you always were an attentive hubby, but you’re so much better now … although we can’t exactly call you a husband anymore, can we?”
“I … I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I guess not.”
“Well, whatever, toad, I like the new you. Did you wash my car real nice for me?”
“Oh, yes, Miss Lisa, I cleaned it up real good. It’s gleaming. Wait until you see it — it looks like it just got out of the showroom.”
Janie scowled. “Quit bragging, toad, or I’ll slap the shit out of you.”
“S-sorry, Mistress.”
“You want me to tell Omar you were showing off in front of my sister?”
I blanched and clasped my hands in front of me. “Oh n-no, Mistress, please, I’m so sorry, Mistress, please don’t tell him that, I’m so, so sorry, Mistress, please.”
“Did you finish setting up his Xbox?”
“No, Mistress, I was going to ask if it’s okay if I finish that up now, Mistress.”
My wife chuckled. “You better have that done before he gets home if you don’t want a major ass-whipping. You’re already on thin ice after those shoelaces.”
“Yes, Mistress, I’ll get it done now. May I please be excused?”
“Yes. Go.”
I bowed to acknowledge her dismissal then scurried down the hall to the guest bedroom.
While I fumbled with the gaming system cords I could hear my superiors’ conversation.
“Boy, Janie, you’ve got him trained don’t you?”
“Well, Omar helped a lot. He’s good with him. Strict discipline. No nonsense. It’s sexy as hell how he just takes control.”
My wife’s sister chuckled. “Poor toad seems scared to death of him.”
“Oh, he is. Omar doesn’t mess around with the little shit. He dunked his head in the toilet this morning because he didn’t re-lace his tennis shoes as he told him to.”
“Seriously? OMG! What did toad do?”
“Other than swallowing piss? What do you think the little toad did? Not a damn thing, except to apologize and get the shoes re-laced so Omar could go to his game in style. The man does everything in style, even playing basketball. Mmmmm.”
“I can’t wait to meet him. Those pictures you put on Facebook are sexy as hell. I still can’t believe you’re doing this, Janie. Mom would be proud, though. She was a slut from way back — and didn’t give a shit who knew, did she?”
“I always did take after her,” my wife said.
The sisters shared a laugh.
“Seriously, how did you ever get Todd to agree to all this?”
“It was easy,” my wife explained. “Omar just … took control. I don’t know how else to say it. We hooked up a few times and the next thing you know he’s coming over to the house. Once Omar laid down the law, the toad just folded. My so-called husband never had the backbone to start with. You know that.”
“Yeah, I know … but even him — how can anybody put up with it? That kind of humiliation? Did you see what people were saying when you put those pictures up?”
“Yeah, and I unfriended anyone who had a problem with it,” my wife said. “Omar and I are in love, Lisa.”
“I know, and I’m happy for you. But … damn, girl, you put it all out there with that post. I know poor Todd will never be able to live that down.”
“Oh, who gives a shit what he thinks? If he doesn’t like it he’s free to leave any time. Besides, I didn’t ‘put it all out there’ on Facebook, as you say. All I said was that Omar and I were in love, he was moving in, and that Toad was okay with it and would still live with us. I called him ‘Todd,’ not ‘toad.’ And I didn’t tell everyone how Omar turned him into our little bitch. When I was posting that I was sitting next to Omar on the couch; he was watching football while the toad sucked his toes. So, if I’d have wanted to embarrass the little loser, instead of posting pictures of Omar and me at the beach I could’ve taken a picture of the toad with his master’s toes in his mouth and posted that.”
The sisters laughed again.
“Well, you know I never liked him much, but I still can’t help feeling a little sorry for the poor toad,” my sister-in-law said.
“Why? Don’t feel sorry for him; he’s the one who asked for this. When Omar said he was moving in, tad was scared to death that I was going to divorce his ass. You should’ve seen the little creep; he got down on his knees right there on the carpet and begged us to let him stay. It was pathetic. He said he’d do anything we wanted. So, we let him stay and be our little bitch. He was already that pretty much anyway after Omar came into the picture. I’m telling you, Lise, it’s wonderful. I’ve got my king in the bedroom and a loyal little housemaid bitch who’ll do anything we say sleeping in the basement.”
“Jeez, he has to sleep in the basement?”
“On the floor. Omar put that rule in place the first night. And the toad isn’t allowed to sit on the furniture. Ever.”
Lisa chuckled. “Damn, that’s cold.”
“Hey, if the little bitch wants to stay, this is how he’s gonna get treated. Otherwise, like Omar told him the first time he spent the night: if he doesn’t like it, he can fuck off down the road.”
“And when Omar said that, he just folded?”
“You should’ve seen it, Lisa. He just bowed his head and said ‘Okay.’ Then, Omar made him say, ‘Yes, sir.’ It was the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Mmm, that does sound sexy. And since I know you never really respected the toad anyway, it must be nice having him around as a slave.”
“Oh, girl, you don’t even know. The toad already did most of the housework before Omar showed up but now I don’t lift a finger.”
From my vantage point down the corridor, I could hear my sister-in-law sigh. “Well, it does sound wonderful but I still don’t understand how he can put up with it. Jeez, Janie, what did you do to that poor man?”
My wife chuckled. “Hey, what can I say? I guess I’m just special. The poor little shit doesn’t want to leave me, no matter what I do to him. I have that effect on men.”
“Well, I will say you look hotter than you ever have. Omar’s good for you.”
“Mmm, tell me about it, girlfriend.”
“I don’t know … I guess people can get used to anything. Maybe toad growing up in an orphanage has something to do with it.”
“Oh, big-time. When we first started dating, all he ever did was whine about how nobody wanted him, and how grateful he was that I wanted him.”
Lisa giggled. “You wanted his money.”
“Hey, tad knew the score from the get-go. I mean, all he has to do is look in the mirror; he’s a fucking toad. He knows he could never get a woman like me if he wasn’t pulling in high six figures.”
“Well, aren’t we Miss Stuck-Up? All the rich guys are lining up to marry you, huh?”
“I don’t know about that, but I wouldn’t mind a bunch of black guys lining up to gangbang me.”
“Damn, Janie, you are like Mom.”
After a hearty laugh, Lisa asked, “What’s that like? Being with a black guy?”
“You know what they say, Sis: Once you go black …”
“Well, judging from those pictures, I can see why you’d never go back to the toad.”
Another chortle.
I wiped away a tear and glanced at the clock on the guest bedroom wall. 2:54. Omar would be home soon from his basketball game and I still wasn’t close to being finished. So, I tuned out the conversation and concentrated on trying to get my master’s Xbox set up.
I surely didn’t want to give him an excuse to kick my ass in front of the company.
COMING IN PART II: WILL THE TOAD GET THE XBOX SYSTEM WORKING BEFORE HIS MASTER GETS HOME? STAY TUNED….
- Next: Toad, Part 2
