Scenario One

June 27, 2023

The cubicle mentioned in this scenario is interchangeable, and could be at an inn, a restaurant, a retail outlet or even your own place of work.

The email arrived at 6am. You knew it would. I told you it would. You set your alarm for 5.50am and hauled yourself from honeyed sleep to be ready for it. I expect punctuality from you.

The text is blunt and to the point:

Be outside the toilets (location provided) at 8am.
Wear a skirt and an old pair of pants – the rest you may choose.
Your hair will be in a ponytail.
You will not be wearing your panties when you leave, so your coat/skirt should be able to conceal your indecency.
Low boots or shoes are required.
Bring the chrome, teardrop butt plug.

On my signal you will go into the right-hand cubicle, close the door behind you, remove your coat and hang it on the hook. Stand facing the bowl.
Your arms will be held behind you, fingers enmeshed holding the butt plug.

You will make no sounds at all, whatever happens. Failure to obey these simple instructions will lead to instant punishment.
You will not look into my face at any time. Failure to obey will lead to instant punishment.

You bathe and dress, wearing a T shirt, shortish skirt over bare legs, Timbercountry boots and short, white socks (you know I like that combination) all covered by a long black coat and at 7.55am you are outside the entrance to the WCs.

You wait with a terrible, but delicious sense of anticipation and apprehension. Not for long though. At 8am I brush past you and through the door labelled “Gents”. Seconds later, the door opens.

‘In!’ I say sharply. You inadvertently look at my face and immediately look down to the floor – it didn’t go unnoticed. On shaky legs you enter the proscribed cubicle, close the door and hang your coat up. You face the bowl and mesh your fingers behind your back, butt plug nestled in your palms.

A minute passes, your apprehension is mingling with sexual desire. It’s intoxicating. You can feel your heart thumping and you’re breathing is shallower and quicker. Then you hear my footsteps, pausing on the other side of the door. You’re almost trembling. I enter, closing and locking the door behind me.
The familiar rattle of metal and the handcuffs are clicked around your wrists. You strain against their hold and are excited by their non-yielding solidity. I grab your ponytail and pull your head back.

‘You looked at me!’ I growl into your ear.
Your head is pushed down and you lean forward while three rapid, hard hand slaps warm your bum. You’re biting your lips trying to remain silent. I grip the chain between the cuffs and lifting it, *** you to bend over. Your face is an inch from the toilet seat.
Your skirt is raised over your bottom and you feel my hand between your thighs. I rub you through your panties. My fingers push the material into your wetness. Hard not to gasp, but you manage. I remove my hand. You want it back where it was.
I use my foot to push you legs together and you feel your panties tighten and then a sudden and ripping sound. The material goes wonderfully slack and they are pulled slowly and mouth-wateringly through the tight gap your closed legs have created.
I pull your head back and the wet material is pushed into your mouth – your own taste turns you on. You are bent over again by my firm grasp around your ponytail. The butt plug is removed from your hand. Pushing a foot between yours I open your legs, tapping your feet until you are spread wide and exposed before me. The butt plug is pushed into your pussy and thus lubricated is worked slowly into your ass. You feel a finger easing into your warm core, slowly in and out and teasing and lubricating your quivering lips and then it enters you… deeply… I have long fingers. Two then three are slid in. They explore you inside, tantalising as they move. You let out a moan, you couldn’t help it. The fingers are withdrawn and you breathe in sharply as my palm slaps your naked cheeks three times again, faster and harder than before. The *** mellows into a fabulous heat.
I pull you up by your hair and turn you to face me. Inadvertently you look into my eyes , just long enough to see the disappointment there. My hand on your shoulder pushes you down to a seating position. I pull your legs apart and your skirt is rolled up and tucked into itself. You are wide open and displayed for me.

I pull a rolled length of nylon coated wire from my jacket pocket and let it unroll. As soon as it has, I bring it down hard across the tops of your thighs. The ***/pleasure is so immense you almost wet yourself. Two more of the same – you think you might have yelped but you’re not sure, you don’t care at this moment of exquisite pleasure.
I pull your head back pushing my long middle finger inside you as I do, using slow examining rotations and gentle thrusts before another finger joins in. Oh my god, pulsing waves of pleasure are rippling outwards, your breathing is becoming erratic, your chest is heaving, and your pelvis is thrusting to meet my fingers, little moans and whimpers are stifled by the panties in your mouth. Your eyes close as you feel the orgasm expanding within you and…

...it stops as I remove my fingers and pull you to your feet. I spin you around and unlock the handcuffs and remove them.
‘Keep the plug in.’ I tell you. ‘Be at mine at noon. This isn’t over yet.’
I unlock and open the door, glance around and leave the cubicle.

You flush your tattered and sodden briefs away and masturbate quickly to release the tension, and after a quick tidy up, you leave. A glance at the clock on the wall gives you three and a half hours until it starts again.