In a hurry, you push the door to the men's rooms and storm to the
urinals. And then you stop dead in your track. There is a girl there!
That's me. I am kneeling in front of one of the urinals, back to it.
The back of my head is resting inside the bowl. Actually, I cannot lift it
off the bowl. My long curly mane has been tied around it, keeping my
head immobile.

Moreover, my wrists are handcuffed behind a pipe
against the wall. I'm forced to remain on my knees, with my breast
jutting out of the front of my white blouse, which has been half
unbuttoned. As I am not wearing any bra, they can be seen in all their
glory... except that a pair of strong clamps have been tightened upon
my nipples, connected by a chain that is doing a nice curve between
them.