As you enter the men's restroom...

[gagged_Louise]

Men's and women's rooms can be tricky, they are invisibly fenced off, each to the other..When you're feeling you really belong with the girls, and your mind and your natural way of doing things pull you to that side but your body traits are not all fully compliant, entering the ladies' room is like a raid sometimes, even if silent. Much of the time it works, if people are understanding. Tonight, it didn't , even though this is an openminded club frequented both by gays, lesbians and straight people: the blonde girl who spotted me as I came in flung her hand out a bit, scoffed softly and gave my scarf such a disdainful look that i knew I had to avoid the ladies' room for now.

Still silently gritting my teeth and with my handbag resting above my wrist I pushed up the door to the men's room. There were enough pink gay men here tonight for me to feel I was not going to be ousted. I step in - and stand gasping. There's no one there, except a single auburn-haired girl - and in what a situation. Under my knee-high velvet skirt, my thighs grow imperceptibly hotter. She is kneeling and obviously chained to one of the urinals, her head pushed down into it and facing pitifully up, neck jerked backward. You look at me, frozen tears in your throat. As I move closer, pumps clicking, I realize that your actual hair has been tied, skilfully holding your head down. And those hands...

This is so much like a kinky tv series it goes to my head. Who has placed the girl here? Normally I'd ask who you are, I'd feel urged to help you, to release you, but the heat of the situation is making the cheap red wine rush to my head. Under the comfortable, sleek skirt, my organ is stiffening, and I bite my lips to avoid blushing as I know what you will be seeing.

I throw a gaze back towards the door, but there is no fear in me. Giddy with adventurous lust, I approach the urinal and stand right in front of you, fingering the nipple chain. Wow!

You moan weakly as I pull slightly on the chain, and in the halogene lit room, I can see your astonished look following my soft green top and the moderately convincing inlays under the bra, mounds covered by a sleek skin painted coating and by a thin, blue see-through undershirt.

"Don't worry, honey. I'm not going to hurt you" I say in a slightly lilting near alto voice, "but if you want release you're going to pay a bit for it..."

With quick, assured movements I loosen my skirt and allow it to fall to my knees. Holding it with one hand, with the other one I push down my briefs, move out my swelling cock and approach your glossy mouth. I feel your heaving, tense chest against my legs, your stomach already slightly beaded with sweat...