Dealing with James

Walking down the stairs I can’t help but feel nervous.

It was one thing when I was bound and made to take cocks under my Dom’s direction..

But it’s another to do.. this.

When I make it to the bathrooms, I hesitate.

I get a text.

James: I hear you waiting. Get in here.

Stepping into the men’s room, I am struck by how different it is from the women’s.

Graffiti all over the walls, not as clean.

The same adverts on the wall, above urinals and only two stalls.

But what stands out is James, standing in the middle of the room.

He gives that grin and unzips his pants.

“Well, get to it. You won’t have long before someone comes in.”

My eyes widen in panic, and he holds up his phone with that Ahegao and tits out pic of me.

“Tick tock..” He teases.

Looking at the floor I cringe, but walk up to him and slip to my knees..