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Cottage fun -- late Summer
It was late summer and, I when I entered the cottage, just down a small path of the lay-by on New Chester road.
I'd gone into the middle cubicle, noting that now there was a glory-hole wither side of the dirt smeared white porcelain throne I sat upon.
It had been early evening when I'd walked in, never really expecting to encounter what I had.
I had sat awhile, lighting one cigarette after another, my trousers around my ankles with the pirple panties with lace trim and sides.
And though I'd realised that anyone looking beneath the partition could see what I'd chosen to wear, I didn't mind: quite the contrary.
I'd sat there staring at the scrawl on the wall, my right hand round my circumcised cock, hard and already leaking pre-cum.
But, let me describe myself: five eleven, sic foot, slim with straight fair hair and blue eyes: and, I'd guess you'd say I'm a bit of a slut for hard cock, particularly on a domineering man. And, I'm seventeen, so it is legal, after all, they made it so just a few months back -- and, about time to, I say.
And I had been there for about twenty minutes, when a shadow passed across the hole to my left, which left me wondering how I missed it.
Then a collar had been pushed under the partition. I'd picked it up curiously: and, as I did do, I'd heard a voice hiss, "Put it on, slut."
Peering through the hole quickly, I noticed the peak cap, tousled brown hair and prominent cheek-bones, as well as the evident bulge in his blue overalls and, rubber-sole boots: it had been the janitor, cleaning the floors, brush in hand.
"I told you, put it on," I hissed again, his mouth close to the hole.
I looked at the collar briefly: black and, sturdily built.' I'd mused briefly, before slipping it around my neck and fastening the buckle at the front, the one with a small D' loop on it.
"Put it on," he hissed; and an inner-voice told me, `do it you slut, you want to.'
And thought I hesitated, that little voice was right, I wanted to put it on, for this assertive stranger, on the other side of the wall: and as I fastened the buckle with the `D' loop at the front, I knew he would be watching and, my erection got even harder.
And, I was well aware I was being watched, from that hole: then another voice, from the other side, another voice, a different one: "I want to see those panties on you."
"Yes sir," I answered on automatic, pulling them up over my freshly shaven legs.
"Now, remove your shoes and socks, undo the door and come out, on your hands and knees, panty boy!" Said the voice I'd first heard, the commanding one, which had triggered my submissive side so easily.
"You hear me, panty-boy?" He snarled at me, which had my slim frame quaking with a strange mixture of fear and, desire.
"Yes sir," I answered, as I removed my shoes and socks, then knelt on the cold wet tiles and reaching up, undid the bolt on the door.
Grasping the edge of the door, I opened it and walked out the cubicle feeling very scared, yet filled with the weirdest need to submit to anything that was asked of me.
It was a compulsion that I'd not felt for many years, not since my fiancée had taught me how she liked me to dress for her, before she'd take me, with either fingers or a dildo that she so-enjoyed using, on me.
I crawled forward a couple of feet, then that strong voice that had taken ownership of my psyche said softly, "Stop, I have to attach this."
And briefly I felt hands working on the collar, before I heard a satisfied, "There!" He had attached a leash to the collar, which he held loosely.
Then I felt the tug on the collar that encircled my neck. I was pulled roughly forward, by a leash into the dim light, which permeated through the two windows high up on the wall. . "What shall I do with its clothes?" Said the other man, as he emerged from the cubicle next to the one I'd been waiting inside.
There was a pause, as I looked at the feet of both men, scared that they might decide to do something with my clothing: and, leave me without them.
And sure, I'd been waiting, for some action, some cottage-fun, but I hadn't expected to find myself wearing my panties, before two strangers, in a public toilet on all-fours, a collar round my neck. It was terrifying, yet thrilling, at the same time.
"Come on panty-boy, time to go," My Master instructed. Yes, `Master', for that's how I already thought of the man whose collar I wore.
Then another tug on the leash and I followed my Masters Timberline boots, as he led me toward the entrance to the cottage's entrance.
And, he did not pause again at the door way, just led me out and down the short tree-lined path to the lay-by, on the main-road, where several cars were parked.
"Your car, or mine?" The other fellow asked, following behind us with a view of my panty-clad buttocks.
"I'll take it and you remember not to throw his clothes out of the window, like you did that girl that time, alright?" I heard what he said and boy, was I suddenly very scared.
I had no idea of what I'd got myself into here, not idea at all: and yet, I was aroused.