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By *vtop OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Glasgow |
Thinking of writing a novel, let me know what you think of my potential introduction, lolxx
Here I was, sitting on a train in the middle of the afternoon, with my phone in my hand and the other resting on my bag. An ordinary messenger style bag that looked innocuous enough. I was dresed in jeans, trainers, shirt, jumper and jacket, and was sat amongst my fellow passengers, heading for what promised to be an amazing encounter.
My phone vibrated in my hand, I looked down, swiped my hand over the screen to reveal my message, " Where are you now?x" A smile broke out on my face and a slight stirring compelled me to reply. "Just sitting on the train now, should be with you in about 30 minutes or so, hope you'll be ready to greet me just the way I likexxx" Send.
Thoughts turned to the contents of my bag and what lay ahead of me. I caught myself grinning again as the train began to move off, jolting me out of my reverie, and sending me on my way. How did I get to this point? What changed within me that prompted this voyage of discovery? Greed played a part Im sure, a desire for experience and for more than is good for me, a fact I was to find out only too well.
Introspection was interrupted by an urgent buzzing from my phone, and the sound of the guard on the public address system listing the stops we would be making en route. "Excellent, good to know you're on your way, been looking forward to serving you again so much, been too long since we last had the chance to play. I'll have a drink ready for you, porn on, and be sitting playing with myself, just the way you like it...Get here soon xx".
So, how did it begin? There was no sudden road to Damascus moment that I can point to. More of a slow nagging in my head, that began as a whisper, growing in intensity, till it interrupted my work, sending my off on delicious daydreams.
"Good girl, you know I love to arrive and catch you playing with yourself, skirt up round your waist and your stockinged legs parted while your hand is busy stroking between your legs. Gets me so horny seeing you like that, certainly sounds like you need this meeting just as much as I do. Soon be lifting that skirt of yours to expose that ass, and begin administering the punishment that bad girls like you deserve, and we both know that you're very naughty, and need taking in hand regularly. Those cheeks of yours will soon be glowing red. Im going to paddle that ass of yours till your moaning loudly and your legs are trembling. Only pausing to use that slutty mouth of yours for what it was made for. Then that smooth pussy of yours will be exposed and teased with toys, head down ass up, then a renewed spanking between thrusts from your dildo, all the while my camera will be on hand to record our kinky encounter. Getting so hard at the thought, be with you very soon...xx". Tickets please! The guard was moving from seat to seat along the aisle, and gave my ticket a cursory glance as he made his way sluggishly up the carraige. I wondered what the other people on the train were up to, what their destinations would bring them? Nothing like what was in store for me.....
Between the text exchanges and the warm afternoon sun streaming into the carriage, I was feeling a heat building between my thighs and an associated swelling. I was certain that I could feel precum leaking onto my boxers too. Thankfully the next station would take me one step closer to being able to release what was growing thicker and harder in anticipation.
It had taken a few false starts, and some disastrous encounters, before I was fortunate enough to meet M. Slowly, we had built up a rapport over time and now would endeavour to meet whenever we were both free to indulge our mutual love of undies clad roleplay and kinky sub dom games. Today promised to be an epic encounter, lasting well through the night and into tomorrow. We both had the next day off and supplies to keep us going, so intended to make the most of this latest opportunity.
The train swayed from side to side over a familiar set of points, the motion doing little to help disguise the mounting excitememnt that grew between my legs. An excitement which was further enhanced when a text arrived.
" God Mistress, that is so horny! Toys are all laid out for use, drinks are on the table, and I can't wait till you get here. Im running my hands up my stockinged legs and inside my panties right now, just thinking about the punishment and pleasure to come Where are you now?xxxx"
Mistress. Such a powerful word, every time I hear it, I feel a bolt of energy shoot through me. It conveys not only status, but an unsaid understanding, providing a shorthand between those who share it's use. Trust, compliance, obedience, and an abandonment to the pursuit of pleasures. Many people can certainly talk the talk, but very few have a walk to match.
Shoes! Just thinking of walking had sparked a slight panic that I had forgotten to pack mine. A quick glance around my oblivious fellow passengers, before snapping open the clips on my bag to inspect the contents.
Lying on top of the contents of my bag was my tracksuit, so handy for slipping over an outfit when I needed to pop outside for a cigarette. Lifting it up I could see 4 pairs of stockings, one black opaque with lace tops, another with bows on top, and 2 pairs of wet look, one of which were hold ups. Next, 5 pairs of undies, one crotchless boyshorts in lace, 2 pairs of black burlesque style ruffle undies, one with silver trim on the ruffles, a full lace short with a jewel and bow on the front, a backless pair of sheer undies which cup both buttocks and provide excellent access for rimming, and a black see through pair with wet look panels and red trim. One silky cotton black suspender belt, one wet look and a third with high waist and red lacing on the front and on the fasteners. Alongside these two pvc and wet look short dresses, one completely backless and both with the ability to expose nipples for an eager mouth. At last the shoes, the cause of my initial panic, one suede high heel in black and one pair of knee high black leather boots. Accompanying all this was a long black wig, condoms, lube, mirror, comb, lipstick, mascara and eye liner. That completed the inventory of the main section. In the secondary compartment was my laptop, groaning with the weight of the kinkiest porn i could find, a cable to connect said laptop to the television, soothing cream, and nestling amongst all this, my wooden spank paddle. This was a souvenir from a visit with a friend to Coco de Mer, just looking at it sent a shiver running through me which hit like a lightning bolt to the tip of my cock. Ergonomically designed it sat well in the hand and had a ribbon attached to allow it to hang from your wrist. Shaped like an extended teardrop, thin handled, spreading outwards to an elongated head. No straight edges, all perfectly rounded. A dark honey colour with the grain visible to show that this was crafted, man made, not some plastic imposter, but the original switch provided by nature.
"??????" , flashed across the screen of my phone, M wondering where I was, why I hadn't replied. "Sorry hunni, should have replied sooner. I'm about 20 minutes away now, got distracted as I thought I had forgotten my footwear, now that just wouldn't do! You know how I love to dress completely for you and be the strict lesbian mistress that you crave to serve. I'll get changed as soon as I get there, although I can't promise that I'll be able to keep my hands off you when I arrive, especially knowing that you're all hot and bothered already! I'll have my camera ready to capture that first glimpse of you, and my hands will soon be busy running over that sexy body of yours, squeezing your nipples, making you moan. Soon be down to my boxers so you can see just how horny I am for you. May even have some precum for you to lick from my fingers...See you soon sexy!xx"
With the contents of my bag secured and inventoried, I sat back in the seat to relax and soak up the rest of the journey. The city slipped away around me, replaced by green fields interspersed with private housing estates, the commuter belt. Home of a thousand and one sexually frustrated men and women, leading furtive late night online lives. Some even going so far as to experiment offline, with varying success, the majority though searching for free masturbation inspiration. Leaving them ultimately dissatisfied, disappointed and guilt ridden, surrounded by a floor filled with a tissue of lies. |
