Zoe is a stall-girl serving out her detention.

I stripped off my shirt, skirt and panties and folded them in a cubby next to the door, now naked except for my shoes and socks. I took a deep breath, nervous breath. It was my first day as a stall-girl (or "public toilet" as some of the stall-girls have resorted to calling themselves) and I was nervous. I did not get detentions very often. The only bondage I was used to was the ball-gag my sister made me wear when her friends would come over to play with Heather's "cute little sissy".

With great difficulty, I managed to rig myself into the contraction, suspending me above the toilet. I placed the leather horse-gag that I was obligated to wear. My arms were pulled straight up and my legs were kept apart, the position not unlike that of a birthing position as it exposed my waiting cunt. Since the actions that landed me in detention were not very severe (falling asleep in class after being fucked by Heather half the night on her birthday), I was not **** to wear the dick chastity belt.