Master’s Orders

“Hey there, you’re looking pretty fine. How about I take you someplace special?”

“U-Um…I’m…Kinda short on time right now…S-Sorry!”

I had just made it to the station on my day off. I brushed off the tough looking guy trying to pick me up and hurried off through the crowd of people.

This is the third guy that’s tried to hit on me today. Just imagining them having their way with me is enough to get me all warm and tingly, but now is not the time to be entertaining those thoughts. Slipping my way through the gaps in the crowd, I trotted along to the place that Master had designated.

My breaths had gone heavy in my nervousness as I gingerly stepped foot in the station’s female toilets. I made sure no-one was inside and let out a sigh of relief.

“Go to the women’s toilets in the station and flash your pathetic girl-cock. And make sure you take a photo as proof.”

That single message Master had sent me was the reason I came out here. He likes to tease me by making me run around doing all sorts of perverse stunts.

I used to be a good-for-nothing punk until Master came along and broke me in as a filthy, girly whore. No matter how debased they may be, I can’t disobey his command. Right now, Master’s orders are everything to me…♥

I fetched my phone from my bag with clammy hands, stood in front of the toilet’s large mirror, reached down and slowly rolled up my short, pleated skirt. What sprang out was something you’d never expect from your typical high school girl. A symbol of manliness that had no place inside the women’s toilets, dangling between my legs and pathetically locked away in the cold confines of the cage Master had given me.

My heart was pounding and I had already been shaking non-stop from walking around outside without panties in this short skirt, but to think that I’d be flashing this shameful sight of mine in the women’s toilets…My limbs were shaking so much the camera couldn’t get in focus. Inside my chastity cage, my penis was getting so excited it felt like it could burst.

Ahn…♥

I still need to send Master a photo as proof…♥

I somehow managed to still my hand in frustration, put on a bright smile and tried to press the camera app’s shutter button.

*clack* *clack* *clack*

…!!

I suddenly heard footsteps coming from the toilet’s entrance. D-Did someone come in…?! I can’t let anyone see me like this, crossdressing in the women’s toilet with my junk out to boot. I instantly let go of my skirt, and despite the urge to act natural, for whatever reason my limbs were frozen in place with my skirt still rolled up.

…No, I knew the reason why. I…was enjoying this. I was getting unbearably aroused that someone might see this shameful side of me…♥

If I just stand still in this spot facing the mirror, at a glance I’d probably look like a typical high school girl fixing up her appearance. If they get suspicious at all and take a peek in the mirror, they’d most likely see the shameful thing hanging between my legs. And if they did, I…

Ah…Oh god…♥

They’re coming…♥ The person’s coming in already…♥

…Luckily for me, the woman who came in seemed to be so desperate to pee that she didn’t notice my perverted stunt, and rushed into the closest stall without giving me the time of day.

*Click*

My finger shaking in trepidation and arousal, I touched the shutter button with the woman entering the stall in the background. The door closed with a loud thud, drowning out the noise from the camera shutter perfectly.

…I-I made it through without getting caught…

The whole thing only lasted a few seconds, but my body was teetering, and my heart was thumping loudly inside my chest. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say the cops could have taken me in with my horrible exploit in full view like this. Even still, my mind, my body had been turned into that of a filthy, girly slut, and my penis strained painfully, throbbing within the cold confines of its tight cage.

…This is why I can’t disobey Master’s orders…♥

Fixing my dishevelled uniform’s skirt, I quickly exited the women’s toilets with my breath heaving in excitement and my hands still shaking as I fiddled with my phone, sending the photo as proof to Master of his dirty sex-slave’s shameful deed.