I was feeling the drop even before I boarded my train. I watched the crowds thronging around Temple Meads station and reflected that I was no longer in the bubble of lovely sex-positive and open minded people where I had spent the last two days. Here were people who would not understand, not share my passions, my longings. I was sad even on this sunny spring afternoon.
On the Cross Country train I opened one of the books I had bought and began to read a hot BDSM novel. As the train pulled out and I became engrossed in the story I felt myself becoming wet. I fingered the wooden stick embossed with the logo of Renee Rose writer of erotic romances and realise that I had missed out on being spanked with it. I was new to kink but the conversations I had had at the conference, above all at the party, had made me yearn for more. At times it seemed that everyone there was kinky and this made me think. Is there anything truly erotic that doesn’t involve some kink, some drawing on the erotic treasure house of BDSM? I ran the wood through my fingers, and fell into a reverie of spanking…..
At this point I was aware of the woman sitting next to me. She was about my age, a short haired brunette with a pleasant friendly face. She smiled and engaged me in conversation.
“Where have you been this weekend?”
“At a writers’ conference” I proffered, not sure how open I could be,
“With books like that?” she asked smiling again.
“Well yes” I said.
“And that?” She pointed to the wooden paddle.
“That’s from a well known writer of the genre. A little memento.”
“I’m Vicky” she said before lowering her voice and leaning over to whisper in my ear “I’m a domme”
“I’m Eve and well, I’m not sure what I am.”
“It’s not what you are…..it’s what you can be, what you want to be. Maybe you too want to be the Perfect Submissive.” She ran a finger over the cover of my book.
I felt myself blushing. It was true that I felt submissive urges. I thought of my first visit to a play party with my kinky partner, how I had been persuaded to mount the whipping bench and submit to a spanking by the house mistress Lady Blue. A hand spanking had warmed me up before I received the paddle, a couple of floggers and finally six strokes of the cane. I bit into the leather, writhing and moaned. It hurt, it stung but I was left wanting more as Lady Blue decided that this newbie had probably had enough and gently undid the straps and lifted me up. She held me close for a moment and I felt arousal at the closeness to this PVC clad and thigh booted woman.
“You’ve been very brave” she said and planted a tender kiss on my cheek. “I hope we can play again.”
That night I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about the dominatrix, imperious in her domain , felt the residual tenderness of my buttocks. I had written stories about femdom about how ecstasy could be achieved through agony, about the pleasure of pain without ever being convinced about it. I held Lady Blue before me as I lay there, I thought of her face, pleasant if not especially pretty but her clothes, the gleaming black dress, the boots I had seem others kneel to kiss. I reached down and began to finger my clit before sliding down to feel the juices of arousal that were beginning to flow. Perhaps it was wrong to masturbate to a Mistress I thought but still……I could always confess next time…..
“I love that paddle” said Vicky, suddenly bringing me back to the balmy March Sunday evening on the train. “I enjoy hitting people, I love administering canings. I bet you would love a spanking. I see the sub in you Eve.”
I said nothing but was now very aroused. My buttocks were itching. I wanted the sting I wanted it more than anything. Not even a good fuck could satisfy me at this moment.
“You can read me like a book” I said “Is it that obvious?”
“Well, let’s just say, when you’re as experienced in domination as I am, you get to learn to read people.”
I fingered the paddle again. Suddenly she grabbed it from me.
“I’m going to the loo…come in a minute . If the coast’s clear knock twice and I’ll open up,’
I stood outside the door of the toilet and waited until another passenger had gone past. I knocked twice and with a whirr the electric door slid open. Vicky pulled me on and after an interminable few seconds as the door whirred shut again and locked she said briskly.
“Eve take down your skirt and knickers down. “
“I have ordered you to take your skirt down. I expect you to do it.”
“Yes Mistress” I said and complied.
I bent over and she said
The words “Renee Rose author of erotic romance” melted into a blur as she moved it to my mouth and I began to kiss longingly and lovingly.
Then she moved away and said.
“We have limited time so I will give you twelve strokes.”
I heard the swish through the air before it landed for the first time and sent waves of pain pulsing through me. I cried out and felt my body jolt. I breathed heavily before the second blow landed, this time on the right buttock. I clenched my buttocks steeling myself for the next blow which didn’t come. I relaxed and felt a shock coursing through me like electric current as she tricked me and caught me off guard.
“Ha!” she laughed triumphantly, “you weren’t expecting that.”
And she carried on hitting me, alternating buttocks , striking hard and with remorseless accuracy.
“Twelve” she said and again held the paddle for me to kiss.
“Thank you Mistress” I said and began again to breathe heavily. I suddenly became aware of how much I had been sweating.
I felt Vicky come up close behind me and hold me. From her hand bag she pulled out a pair of latex gloves and slapped them on. She moved a finger underneath me, began to probe the opening of my anus.
“play with yourself” she said and I began to finger my clit as she probed my anus with her index finger. I gasped as I felt it move deeper in, relaxed my muscles and surrendered to the sweet violation.
“You’re not to come till I say.”
She continued her exploration and I began to massage my clit again. I was very wet, I was desperate for her, wanted to kiss her, kneel before her and worship her…but she remained behind me teasing me with the index finger of her left hand that was moving up my back passage. I gasped I moaned and said
“Please let me come, please”
“No” she said and then said briskly
“Put your clothes back on” I think there are people outside.”
She handed me a card with her number on it and left the toilet with instructions that I was not to follow her for two minutes.
When I got back to my seat there was no sign of her. I was feeling agonies of frustration even as the burning on my bottom began to subside. I picked up the book and carried on reading. Maybe the perfect submissive had to live with denial I thought as I engrossed myself in the tale of Jess. Maybe I would ring Vicky…….
But I had no time to think further, The train was already speeding through the Birmingham suburbs. I would soon be home, soon lying in my bed where I would come. As I dragged my wheeled suitcase to the taxi rank at New Street station I knew that the last two days had changed my life. I had stories to write, spankings to enjoy…….