The traveller

Such a beautiful day today. Perhaps the sun was shining so bright because of me glowing in such an intense way. The meeting with T. yesterday was so fulfilling.
It started early; taking a nice shower, shaving myself as smooth as can be. Then His instruction; me in front of the mirror. Because my thoughts are already strongely focussed on my Owner, He fellt very close. While i looked at myself He sended me a textmessage. Do i obey His dictated instructions like a good girl does? Ofcourse! was my answer to Him. Beautiful clothes, shiny brushed hair, a nice perfume. Time was flying. It was time to go. A little bit nervous i left home. Because T. had planned something pleasant thrilling while travelling towards Him. When i was younger i had some wild years, doing lots of things God forbid, but T. proved me yesterday how well-behaved i am and such a scaredy-cat hihi.

Entering the railwaystation, you directly go to the waiting train at track 3A. Yes mo, you understand me well, don't buy a ticket! In the train mo, you already walk into the direction of DB and you find yourself a first class carriage. i want you to trust Me completely, despite of the fact you are travelling illegal, first class as well, and the possibility to be caught with all awkward consequences.

Argh! i find this scary. i understand this has to do with trust and surely i did what my Owner commanded me, as a good little girl. But my heart was beating fast and loud. i had to sit down in the carriage with separate compartments, close the door, take a seat with my back in the direction of DB. My Owner thought this over carefully. This has a symbolic intention; not knowing what will happen in DB, and as i look outside the window i see my hometown disappear into the distance. i wrote before about the ingenuity of T. All of the time i am amazed by and enjoying His ideas.
When i'm settled down i have to take off my knickers and spread my legs. The space between my legs has to be 30 centimeters. Shameless indeed, that's quite a lot, try it. While i'm doing all this for Him i can sense His closeness, experience intensely i'm His. He will protect me, guard me, possess me. Only then, as i concentrate myself on Him, feeling warm air stroking my thighs, alongside the seam of my stockings, ending at my open, warm cunt, Hís warm slutty cunt, only then i'm allowed to send Him a textmessage that i'm ready for my Owner.

But reality catches up with me. i was just sitting down for a minute or so as a conductor walks past and looks inside the compartment. Some minutes later he walks back and looks again inside the compartment. Explicit. Argh, nervously i send a message to T. that the conductor probably at first will control if i have a ticket. Ofcourse no reaction from T. Only silence. i try to relax and focus my thoughts on Him. To feel His closeness. This succeeds only partially. As soon as the train starts to move i send Him the message that i'm ready. Then i have to place my hands in my lap, palms open, bowing my head, closing my eyes. Obedient i do what my Owner wants me to do while i hear the murmur of my blood and the pounding of my heart. Gently the door is pushed open. i can't manage to sit down peacefully. In a reflex i quickly open my eyes to see T. is standing in front of me.
"Oh i am só glad to see You!" i blurt out. In fact i'm fed up of my fear and i'm hoping not to disappoint my Owner that much. But He draws me to Himself, pushing me against Him, His arms firm around me. Not much later the conductor checks the tickets.
The little compartment is nice and private. T. takes a measuring-tape and checks out the space between my knees. i provoked Him in a mail asking Him if He would bring a measuring-tape. Tacit He grabs my arm and draws three black lines on it. The space between my knees was 27 centimeters. He blindfolds me. My ears taking over my view, i hear Him groping about His bag. Suddenly i feel His grip on my thighs and a stinging pain. Three times. My brain is working hard to understand what it is i feel. It feels like clothes pins but the pain is different. Stinging, almost burning. As if there's a needle thru my skin. He takes along my thoughts further. His hands on my cunt, feeling, pinching, pulling. His fingers in me. Then clamps on my labia, some weight also i think, a chain between the clamps. He's pulling the chain, moving it fast back and forth. Vibrating aches thru my cunt and body making me wet. And wetter. Again His fingers in me, and the pulling at the chain making me cum in a delicious orgasm. Then again i feel this strange stinging pain on my thighs. He's pulling the clamps off. It seems to be the ones with malicious sharp teeth.

He removes the blindfold and we're talking and enjoying each others company. What He's doing to me, i don't know. But if He's around me i constantly wanna give Him little kisses, crawling with Him. He makes me surrendering myself to Him unrestrained, including intense lust. When i'm with Him i am constantly very aroused and i giving it in. i dare to. He makes me feeling His slut without feeling cheap. Because He guides me thru this circle of emotions adding also the submissive, the masochist, the little girl and the woman Mo. All in one.
He draws black circles around the red marks on my thighs. You can see them still today which makes me happy. Much too soon we are in DB. i take His hand and we start to walk. Heading for total submission.

The walk.

Ofcourse we were drinking coffee and talking a lot. i had to tell Him what i saw looking into the mirror observing myself. Looking thru His eyes. Which i find difficult but He helped me. Letting me know that we also will do this together. While He is standing behind me He tells me what He sees. His hands touching me everywhere. In the end i'll see my body the way He sees me. Desirable. That's the intention.
We're going into the Cathedral. There i had to point out the spots that stimulate my fantasy. Telling Him about it. There were too many people around to do something exciting. But in my mind i can still feel my Owners hand grabbing my behind or He pushing me against the wall.

We're in a shopping street. T. is mumbling something about a fitting room. Some nervous giggling from my side. Reluctantly i follow Him, entering a shop where they are selling clothes i never should wear. T. looks at me with a 'the clothes doesn't matter' glance. Purposeful He walks to the fitting rooms and i follow Him. i keep laughing nervously and whispers to Him that we have to take some clothes with us to try on. Aren't we? At the fitting rooms there's a man waiting for his wife. He observes us with curiosity. Making me more giggling and faint-hearted. T.'s walking back into the shop, i follow Him as a good girl. He takes the first garment He sees and walks back to the fitting rooms. The curious man is still waiting there. T. walks to the room at the very end, placing the plush furnished stool in the doorway. He sits down. i have to undress me. The curtain isn't closed. i hear the wife of the curious man saying she has no breasts. i chuckle. Meanwhile T. is groping me everywhere. Looking at me. In this far too bright light. After a while i'm allowed to dress myself. Imperturbable T. says this garment isn't good for me. We're walking back into the shop. i feel the eyes of curious man burning in my back. Like a naughty, little girl.
Outside, my hand in His. With strain i can suppress the urge to frolic. Exuberant, that's how i feel. Then He says;
"Well, and now we're going to the sexvideotheque. The one with the cabines."

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