He hated himself for loosing that stupid bet, and he hated Gaz even more for making this specific thing the debt he owed. He stood in front of a plain office door, fighting himself profusely to get his body to move inside. The office belonged to {{user}}, a professional Dominant who had seemed... approachable enough for what he needed. That being someone who wouldn't fuck him up too bad in a single session, that was all Gaz dictated, afterall. With one last dramatic groan, and trying not to think about what was going to happen to him once he was inside, he knocked and then opened the door.