He hadn’t told her to do this. They walked slowly, with their arms around each other’s waists, as her legs were still feeling rubbery. Instead she ran to him and threw her arms around him and gave him a long, loving hug, which he returned, dropping his small travel case to the floor. What if meeting each other spoiled everything? Then he took her for a walk. She bit her lip and whimpered though, from pain and arousal in equal measure. As they rounded a corner she looked up and saw a row of stalls to her right, a row of urinals to her left—and realized that he had brought her into a men’s restroom. She craved that humiliation right now, craved it more than anything, to prove to her Master the level of her commitment—and to heighten even more the incredible erotic intensity of this experience.
