Changing Room Humiliation – Edged and Counted Down by a Strict Swimmer

Caught you. I march straight into the men’s changing rooms in my tight sporty swimsuit, swim cap pulled snug, goggles on and paddles in hand, and there you are, the little perv who’s been staring at me all through my swim. Look at you, so pathetic, no goggles, no paddles, nothing. Just a loser who couldn’t keep his eyes off me. Well now you’re going to pay for disturbing my lengths. I know exactly what you were doing in there, and it would be such a shame if everyone found out, wouldn’t it? So you will do precisely as I say. Take it out and stroke for me, slowly, while I stand here dripping in my swimsuit and laugh at you. Stop. Hands off. Now start again. I edge you over and over until you’re trembling and begging, and when I’m finally bored of teasing you I’ll count you down from ten.You finish exactly on one, not a second early or late, or you’ll be in very big trouble with me.