I don't know why of all the dares this is the one I wanted to do. But I found myself on Saturday walking into the mall by myself.
I stood outside the mens bathroom of the busy mall, trying to wait for it to be completely empty but it just wasn't happening with all the traffic.
The handicap stall would be at the far end so I had to go deep.
Finally, I put my head down and charged in...running right into a guy coming out.
"Oops, my bad." He said, and kept walking. I stepped into the men's bathroom. A line of 10 urinals were on the wall with dividers between each one. Five guys were spaced out on them. The other wall was all stalls.
None of the guys noticed me, eyes on the wall in front of them so I quickly walked down to the end, trying not to look over at the guy's peeing, and with my heart beating out of my chest, got into the last stall.
I closed the door and locked it, trying to catch my breath.
I took stock of the stall. There was a metal bar. There was also a large suspicious puddle around the toilet.
Quickly, I stripped. I pulled my t shirt and shorts off, dropped my thong, took off my shoes and tied the laces together and stuffed my socks in them. I hung it all on the hook.
I clicked start on the timer.
The ground was cold and sticky. I shivered as I pulled the handcuffs out of my bag. I went to the bar and sat down next to the puddle, back to the wall.
The floor was freezing on my butt cheeks.
They were quick release handcuffs with a button so it was very much a fantasy toy.
Click.
My hands were locked into place above my head.
I finally looked out. From my angle on the ground I could see the rows of feet, pants around their ankles. The sounds of that bathroom were...disturbing. But as I hit the ten minute mark I started settling in and got bored.
Most people ignored the handicap stall, only a few trying the door.
Then I saw the feet approaching with a cane. My heart sunk.
The man tried the door. Locked. He tried again. Still locked.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
He went into the stall next to me.
My feet were just a few feet from his with how I was sitting. I started to zone out thinking I was in the clear...when a cell phone slowly dropped down under the stall...pointing right at me. The camera and everything. He was pointing his camera into my stall.
Then the phone went out of view.
The phone dropped down again. The hand holding it was shaking.
I had my mask on. I felt somewhat anonymous.
I slowly spread my legs, arching my back. I could feel the dampness in my pussy hair as I shook my tits at the camera.
"Are you ok?" A thin voice asked from out of sight.
I nodded.
"Go unlock the stall." The voice said.
I didn't think. I just hit the release on the handcuffs and slowly stood up. I watched the camera retreat and the feet came around to my stall door. I stood there for a moment, another man just on the other side.
Click.
