The lull before the storm

Hastily i walk to the railwaystation, my thoughts still filled with my work from this morning. I'm glad that my Owner already has bought my ticket so that we won't miss our train. I send Him a message that i'm already waiting on the platform. Seven minutes before the train will leave. Jumpy i look around me to find my Owners face between all those waiting people. Not even a glimpse. As the train arrives i become even more jumpy. Another message for my Owner; do i have to wait or do i have to get in the train? Perhaps He isn't here yet. Searching but i don't see Him as the people start to get in the train. How he does it, i don't know, but i (almost) never see Him walking towards me. He just suddenly stands next to me, a huge smile on His face. We welcome each other and get in the train.
I am so happy to meet my Owner again, it was too long ago. The train is moving and i am talking. Or else; i am jabbering away. As ever in the beginning of our meeting and i have to let go the daily stuff so i can enter our dark magical universum. Now and then T. asks some questions or He completes my story, but He let me jabbering away for awhile. Suddenly there is this man standing next to us, indicating a strip opaque plastic on top of the window. There is written --> Silence. Do we know that we're in the silence compartiment? Ehm, we didn't. In fact i'd never heard of the silence compartiment. Amusing sparkles in Masters eyes as He put his finger against his lips. Shhhhhhht. He knows how difficult this is for me. Sometimes He tells me that perhaps He'll place a peg on my tongue as i chatter too much. T. gives me a parcel of paper to read. Our mutually mails in which we evaluate our relationship after a year, where you can read how we have grown together. Where we described our dark fantasies to each other and how we can realize these fantasies. Exploring the possibilities to go further. Not one step, but a lot. Strange to read those intimate mails as a little book. I giggle, it's also strange to read these horny, imaginative words in a silence compartiment. People drowned in their thoughts. Where do they dream about? T. observes me while i read, i feel his eyes upon me. His hands on my legs, sensing, pinching. It's time to change over.

A quiet place in the back of the compartiment, first class. I'm settled down so plain reality has been pushed backwards. As i look T. in his eyes i can feel how much i belong to Him and i surrender myself to this intense feeling. He kisses me profoundly and butterflies are put in motion. I push my nose in his neck and inhale deeply. I wanna intoxicate myself with his scent. His soft cheek against my skin awakens the girl that constantly wants to give Him little kisses everywhere. But all too soon the craving slut in me push the girl aside. In the presence of my Owner i'm always in an aroused state. Sometimes i'm a little embarrassed by my slutty behavior. Meanwhile T. kissing me and his hands wandering under my skirt. Automatically i spread my legs. It's a pleasant surprise as T. finds out that i cut off the seat (crotch? please point me out, thank u) of my pantyhose. So He has free acces to my cunt. He wasn't expecting this because of the cold weather. For a moment He pushes his fingers deep inside me and denominate my horniness.
"Oh my such a terrible slut you are girl. Soaking wet."
I love it as He talks to me this way and at the same time i am ashamed of my wetness. He grabs something out his briefcase and places 4 pegs on my labia. One peg is placed on a very sensitive spot and i surpress a shriek. Than my Owner begins to finger me heavily, i bend repeatedly under his hands, afraid to make a sound. Suppose people further on in the compartiment will notice what is going on. In no time i orgasm heated and in silence. T. grabs my breasts and squeeze them hard, really hard. He places my hand on his crotch and i can feel thru his trousers how excited He is. He enjoys it to tap against the pegs, moving them, till they vibrate softly leading me to another orgasm. Not totally in silence this time i think. I whisper how aroused i am, that Hé is turning me into this craving slut. A slut whois giving herself shamelessly, even in public places. He awakened this insolence. Says she giggling and somewhat embarrassed, i wasn't this slutty ever before Master. I am was always a scaredy-cat concerning naughty games in public, but when T.'s with me it seems that i dare everything. I trust Him, He protects me.
"Yeah sure, never before?"
He grabs my cunt, squeezes firmly, pulls the pegs and again i come heavily. After this i have to tell Him loud and clear (oh how this makes me feel small) how many times i did orgasm in these 15 minutes. As we wait for the doors to get out the train He looks me in my eyes.
"Soaking wet."
I giggle, feeling very small, taking his hand. This is going to be an intense afternoon, i feel i can take a lot of pain and i know that He will give me that.
"A terrible slut mo, that's what you are."

Travelling

'YES! And do exactly what I want you to do....'

On the station i was waiting for further instructions from my Owner. He sended me these words at the moment that the train direction DB drove within. Oh my, nervously i got on the train. This time i was allowed to buy a ticket. T. loves variation. But what was He suspecting from me? What made me so nervous?

I want you to take the train from 11:26 hours. Be trustful, knowing that your Owner is near. You walk as far as possible towards the beginning of the train. Till you can't go further because of the locomotive. There mo, on that inhospitable, gloomy balcony you settle down to welcome your Owner. On the moment the train starts moving you stand up, your back against the wall, your face towards the direction we're driving. Feel it; that you're Mine, that you belong to Me. When you're ready to please Me, you send your Tormentor a textmessage. Then you take with both hands the seam of your dress and draw this up so far that My slutcunt is exhibitting itself in public. After which you close your eyes and wait.

As i got in the train i took place in a compartment for a while 'cause i didn't know which direction the train would go to. Not thinking clear because of the tension. I sended my Owner a textmessage. His reply came quickly. That i was in the last section of the train and had to start walking to the beginning. It was a long train. I started walking and was wondering about the fact that T. was good in making himself invisible while apparently He nevertheless still could observing me. Quickly i started to go on the train. Finally i was at the last balcony. Happy to see there was no one there. I had the possibility to escape from this, but this would bring in more pain for me later on. I sat down on the tip-up chair and took off my jacket. Waiting for the departure. From the locomotive i heard some noises from the engineer that made me nervous. Suppose that he is coming out while i was standing there with my skirt up drawn? Yes, i couldn't think logically any longer from that moment on haha, because as the train starts moving ofcourse the engineer couldn't come out. As i heard the whistle from the conductor i listened very concentrated. Hm he was nearby. The train started to move and i looked into the compartment to check out if the conductor was coming my direction. He wasn't. The moment of no return; i sended my Owner a textmessage (is sms also a english expression?) that his slave was ready for Him. I stood up, pushed my back against the wall, took the seam of my dress. My eyes were closed as i pulled up my skirt. There i stood astride, naked belly and cunt, waiting for T. It seemed such a long time and it was very difficult to keep my eyes closed because i heard all kind of strange noises but i holded on. Not a single time i opened my eyes. Then i felt lips on mine, a hand groping my cunt, the trusted scent of my Owner. I could resist the urge to open my eyes.

"So slavegirl, are you ready for your Master? I am going to torment you."

T. brings up that i am very wet despite of my nerves for standing with a naked cunt in public. Very wet. The first blows on my cunt appear very loud to me. I was thinking that the engineer must hear this. But i kept my eyes closed and let happen what T. has in mind.

"This feels much different than those soft slaps you gave yourself in my command, isn't it mo?"

I had to admit this. Some blows on my cheeks and i was moaning softly. A new series of blows follows and my cunt starts to glow. Then i am allowed to drop my skirt. We are on a slow train and stop by a station. Nearby He is standing, my Owner, so i am not that nervous. But i hear all kinda noises and i am wondering if there are any travellers getting in on 'our' balcony. Thoughts are keeping me busy. I'm sure it's looking strange; me standing here with my back against the wall and closed eyes. But i feel safe 'cause T. is with me. Proud am i 'cause my eyes are still closed. My Owner finds this a pity. He gladly had given me some extra punishment.

As the train is moving again He hauls my tits from my dress and bra and is beating me maliciously on my nipples. Ow, damn this really hurts a lot! I can take little on my nipples. I shrink back, trying to avoid His blows. Slap! A hard blow on my cheek. T. pushes his fingers deep inside me and starts finger fucking me. I react intensely. Not so strange because of the orgasm-ban i had. I forget totally where we are and start moaning softly, letting myself go. T. stops just before i start to come, which frustrates me. Again hard blows on my cunt. I push my coxa forward, begging for more. This ritual repeats itself for a while; blows on my cunt, slapping my face, T. finger fucking me, stopping at a station and then again........

Then it seems as if T. was gone. I reach my hands forward untill i feel Him. He turns me around, taking on my behind. Then finally i am allowed to open my eyes to look at my Owner. We hugging and kissing each other. He takes me by the hand, directing me to a compartment that can be closed. Our own 'private' spot.

T. is sitting opposite of me. I have to spread my legs widely so He can watch me carefully. T. loves my full cunt as He names it. Again i have to close my eyes. First He places two very viscious pegs on the inside of my thighs. The ones with little sharp teeth. Because my skin is thight there it causes extra pain. Followed by pegs on my labia and the American clamps with a little chain in between. These fall off very quickly while they used to have a firm grip.

"Surely you know why these clamps fall of mo? Such a terrible slut you are. Why are these clamps falling off? Tell me."

To my decency i have to admit that i know why. Because i am soaking wet, that's why. T. places the clamps again, more firmly. Now they don't fall off. T. is pulling the chain. A delicious pain, which i was craving for penetrates my body. Several fingers inside of me and i am longing for more.

"You may not cum mo!"

Finally the unavoidable happens and i orgasm.

"Ehm sorry Sir, i came a little bit."

"Cumming a little bit doesn't excist slut. You'll find out later."

Much too soon we arrived at our destination. At the same time i was happy we arrived there. Because i was intensely craving for more pain, more humiliation, more trashing. T. is pulling the leash and i will notice. Because i had asking my Owner for it, didn't i?

Apart from that indeed the engineer had heard the blows, T. told me later. At some moment he was checking it out, looking behind the door. Fortunately i had my eyes closed.

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."

This story, you have to wait for. Patiently. ;-)

Exploring and recognition

In the train, on my way to DB where i'll meet T. for the first time, i sway being nervous. i switch the comfy boots i wear for the high heels i have with me in my bag. My thoughts wandering restless. To concentrate myself i take a bottle of nailpolish to do my nails. At last i've managed to grow the nails of the fingers of my right hand. Now i have to go for the left ones. Oh well, back to the train. i am very concentrated polishing my nails as a voice disturbs this concentration.
"Is this seat taken?" aiming at the seat next to me. Damn, i think, lots of seats in the train, why does this man had to take place next to me. Somewhat disturbed i look up and i am startled. For a second i'm not sure, i only saw two photographs of Him, besides He's coming from the south, another direction, but then, yes it really is Him; T. I am confused and start giggling while He sits down next to me. So close. He gives me a hug. Because of my nerves i keep still. i had expected to meet Him in DB., being prepared, drinking coffee somewhere with some distance between each other. But He's is sitting here next to me, very nearby, observing. Fortunately He isn't nervous and starts to talk and ask questions. When i have my nerves under control and doesn't feel the urge to giggle any longer i give Him some sane answers. Anyway i do hope so. Very soon i feel comfortable and i am amazed about the familiarity i feel with Him. Almost from the very beginning. While the contact so far was based upon e-mail, some sms and 2 telephone conversations. The power of words. Soon we're talking about D/s relationships, SM experiences. Sometimes i'm derived by the ear of a young man in front of us. i can see his ear between the 2 seats, he's wearing headphones but i'm wondering if he might hear us.
After a while, finally relaxed, i experience the thoroughness of T. He places his long coat over our legs so that He can check if i'm wearing a slip. He already had let me know that He's allergic of slips and pantyhoses. He always has a handy tool with Him; a Swiss knife. His announcement about the knife, i have to confess to you reader, highly fed my fantasies. Hm, allergic for slips and pantyhoses eh? Don't say that to me, i see it as a dare. But i am already nervous enough, so i didn't wear knickers and thights in stead of pantyhoses, sweet as i am. Honourable girl.
T. is inspecting me, feeling. His hand on my naked skin, He let it there to rest. i feel a bit shy, but T. calmly talks to me. That He had this idea not to get out in DB, but to travel further to my hometown. So He'd already seen me when He was passing me by in the train. Ofcourse i was nervous and didn't expect this so i didn't notice. He looks at me and smiles.

DB at a café. He drinks a beer, i drink cappucino. We are sitting in the back of the café. Next to each other. Because T. wanna feel my leg against his. Constantly. i find this very nice and warm. i dare not cross my legs. Ofcourse we're talking, exploring each other. He knows about my insecurity because of a former unpleasant experience. He makes clear that which way we will go to, whatever will happen, if we're going to walk together as D/s or not, He'll not hurt me or drop me. He protects me.
He smells good. It reminds me of a church. Wood, beeswax, incense. Gucci. His skin. He smells sweet. He tells me stories about His fantasies. Dark fantasies. i have to tell Him mine. My fantasies and desires. When i'm over my insecurity i do pretty good. T. is a gifted storyteller. Nice voice. He looks at me and tells me what He sees; the sub or the girl. Sometimes i show Him the slut. * Blush * He looks at me and tells me a new fantasy. i look Him deep in the eyes and let the story drag me along. Then i feel somewhat dizzy and suddenly i become very emotional. Softly crying. He asks me what happens, touching me, comforting me. i feel emotional because He is so very close, mentally. i am amazed about my strong trusty feeling, about the familiarity.

After that a walk thru DB. i put my hand in His. Full of confidence. Some ideas of Him i tell you about it in a next blog. Also about the dinner in a Greek restaurant which outbidded my naughtiest fantasies. For now i was always a well-behaved girl i suppose.

The evening. This beautiful day sometimes time seems to stand still. He and i alone in our little world, our time. The time that went too fast. On the station a kiss, saying good-bye. We certainly will meet again. Then i will sense Him even more intense. The pain He will give me out of affection. Then i will show Him my utterly nudity. Physical and mentally. i am longing for it...........

Photograph; But you can't hide by Fetishon