As part of my development Owner has instructed that i start composing short stories for Her. The stories are to be erotic and to have the aim of getting them published. They also present an opportunity for me to further share some of my fantasies with Her. Below is the first story i have presented to Owner. She has professed Herself to be pleased with my effort. i would of course welcome any comment or feedback from any of the readers of this blog. And yes, i would love for this to happen one day!
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Train(ing)
They had had a wonderful weekend away together in the
Cotswolds. The cottage had been idyllic and the weather neither too hot nor too
cold with bright spring sunshine every day. Together they had enjoyed some
fantastic walks, explored picturesque villages and cocooned themselves in the
luxurious fabric of their four-poster bed. It had, in short, been a wonderful
trip.
Now though they were on the train speeding through the
countryside back to London and back to their everyday lives. They both loved
these little breaks but equally loved their life together in the city.
Countryside was great for a short while, but the city was the best.
As he sat and watched the fields whizz past his mind drifted,
remembering past holidays together, the things they’d done, the escapades
they’d shared. It would be their anniversary soon; it would be great if they
could get away again, maybe another long weekend in a country cottage or a city
break somewhere continental?
‘I have a surprise for you’ She whispered, leaning sideways
towards him so that Her mouth was almost touching his ear. He snapped out of his daydream and looked at
Her.
‘In my case’ She said ‘there’s a bag, a blue bag. Go and get
it but don’t look inside’
He paused momentarily and looked at Her ‘you’ll love it’ She
whispered.
‘A blue bag?’ he queried. He hadn’t recalled seeing a blue
bag
‘Yes, it’s inside the front compartment. Bring it to me’
‘Ok’ he said and eased himself up out of his seat and walked
to the end of the carriage to where there suitcase was stored. Although it was
a Sunday there were a few other people in the carriage and as the train sped
along the tracks he had to steady himself at least once to prevent him banging
into a fellow traveller as he made his way to the luggage rack.
On reaching their suitcase he pulled it out of the rack,
unlocked and partially un-zipped it and reached inside. Sure enough his probing
fingers quickly located a plastic bag which he carefully extracted. It was blue
and tightly rolled and sealed with sellotape. Whatever was inside was light and
felt soft and squishy. He re-sealed the suitcase and returned it to the rack
and then carried the bag back over to where She was sat. He handed the bag to
Her as he sat back down on the seat.
At first She said nothing and then She leant back towards
him and tugged his arm gently with Her hand, pulling him towards Her. He lent
towards Her so that their heads were touching.
‘You know I love you don’t you?’ She whispered.
‘Yes’ he replied.
‘And you know how I love having a pretty wife?’
He blushed slightly when She said this.
‘And you know I expect my wife to always do what I tell
him?’
He tensed a little, something was coming. He nodded
cautiously.
‘And I know how you need to be challenged, that you enjoy
such challenges, and that you love behaving and looking like a slut’ She looked
directly at him as She spoke these last words Her eyes fixed on his. He forced
himself to say yes, his anxiety mounting rapidly.
‘Take this bag and go to the toilet. Take off what you are
wearing, and I mean take off everything and put on what is in the bag, then
come back and join me here’. She stared at him, watching his reaction. ‘Did you
follow that? Repeat what I just told you’ She continued, Her eyes continuing to
hold his in their gaze.
He paused; he felt his mind racing as he began to digest
what She had just said. ‘You want me to go to the toilets, take off everything
I am wearing, put on what is in the bag and return back to the seat’.
‘Good petty’ She replied.
‘Errm, what should I do with the clothes I am wearing?’ He
asked.
‘If there is a window, throw them out, if not leave them in
the bin’ She said matter-of-factly.
His jaw gaped open and his eyes opened wide in astonishment.
‘Remember you do exactly as you are told, that’s what wives
do and you want to look pretty don’t you and show what a slut you are?’
He froze momentarily, unable to respond, unable to think as
he digested the implications of Her order. When at last he was able to speak
all he could think to say, in a plaintive tone, was ‘and my shoes?’. The shoes
were new and comfortable, he liked his shoes.
‘All means all’ She replied ‘shoes, underwear the lot,
everything in fact apart from your jewellery, oh and of course your little
cage, but of course you couldn’t remove that even if you wanted to’ She smiled
as She finished Her sentence and tapped his crotch. He felt his clitty
involuntarily stir in its cage.
‘It’s a good challenge don’t you agree?’ She continued. He
had to admit it was and one that had taken him totally by surprise and a far
greater challenge than he had ever undertaken before.
‘Well, I am waiting’.
He took a last look at Her and then cautiously stood up,
took the bag and carefully made his way back down the aisle towards the toilet
at the end of the carriage. ’Could he do this?’ he asked himself repeatedly as
he made his way down. This really would be a test of how far he might be
prepared to go. What else might She make him do? Could he really pluck-up the
courage to do as She said? He had done other challenges and he knew that, with
each one completed the next became a little easier, but this? This was on a
totally different scale. But, if he did do it how well he would have
demonstrated his submission to Her. It was a test, of late he’d been doing
well, She had complimented him on what a good wife he was becoming.
Incrementally She was taking over more and more control of his life. And he was
happy, happier than he had ever been. In truth he loved submitting to Her,
desired nothing more than to submit further until She had complete control over
all aspects of his life whilst coaching and training him to become an
accomplished wife and total slut. This was a test, a big one. He was terrified
but as his hand reached out to open the door to the toilet he knew he wanted
nothing more than to complete it, whatever the cost.
He locked the door behind him and in the narrow confines of
the lavatory eagerly ripped open the blue bag... Inside was a white cotton
dress. He took it out and held it up. It was sleeveless with a V-neck with a
short line of buttons that extended down to the waist. There was a matching
white cotton belt attached around the waist and underneath the fabric of the
dress flared out. It was the pretty skater-style dress he had pointed out to
Her a few weeks ago and which he had longed to have. She must have bought it
for him. As he held the dress out in front of him he realised how thin the
fabric was, it wasn’t transparent or sheer but he could definitely make out the
outline of his hands through the fabric.
He stood holding the dress like that for a minute or two.
Could he do this? Dare he? Could he really, did he really want this that much?
There would be the rest of the journey, the tube across town and then the final
train journey home with him wearing nothing more than this, this beautiful
white skater dress.
He was still thinking this when he realised that,
unconsciously, he had already began to unbutton his blouse. He returned the
dress to its bag, placed it on the lid of the toilet, looked at it for a few
more seconds and then slowly continued to unbutton his blouse. He extracted
first one then the other arm from the sleeves and dropped the top into the
toilet bin before reaching down and untying his shoe laces.
Two minutes later he was naked save for the jewellery he was
wearing and his chastity cage. He realised that his toe nails were painted
bright pink and that he was wearing his pretty ankle chain, there would be no
way to hide those. He suddenly panicked and had second thoughts and began to
start to pull out some of the clothes he had discarded in the waste bin. ‘What
are you doing?’ he said to himself. ‘You can do this; you want to, you know you
do’. He released his grip on the clothes and let them fall back into the bin.
He took the dress out of the bag and pulled it on over his head. It was a great
fit. He noticed with immense relief that the hem of the skirt, though flared,
reached down to just above his knee, affording him a small degree of modesty.
He flattened the skirt down and then looked at himself in the mirror. It was a
pretty dress.
Right, now the terror begins in earnest, he thought as he
tried to mentally steal himself to pluck up the courage to open the toilet door
and walk back down the corridor and re-join his Owner. He took some deep
breathes and placed his hand on the lock of the door and forced himself to
click it open, pull the door towards him and step back out into the train
corridor.
He glanced down the length of the carriage. The ten or so
other passengers were all either staring out the windows, or engrossed in
conversation or reading. Only one stared back at him, Owner. Her eyes lit up
and She smiled broadly. He tried to force a smile back then took a deep breath,
focussed his gaze straight ahead and set off back down the corridor between the
seats back to where She was sat waiting for him.
To his intense relief nobody seemed to notice him at first.
He’d made it half way back when he saw that Owner had got up out of her seat
and was pointing Her camera at him. ‘Oh wow!’ She exclaimed and as She spoke
his cloak of invisibility suddenly vanished and he became aware of ten pairs of
eyes that were suddenly focussed on him. His face flushed crimson as he rushed
the last few yards and virtually dove into his seat, finally disappearing from
view from most of the other passengers whose journey had suddenly, albeit
briefly, become more interesting.
Owner sat down next to him.
‘Well done petty!’ She exclaimed, Her face still beaming ‘I
didn’t know if you’d do it or not’ She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
‘And how pretty you look! Were you nervous?’
‘Terrified’ he confessed ‘and still am’.
‘Why did you do it? She asked.
Her question surprised him and he turned towards Her.
‘Because you asked me to’ he replied.
‘And?’ She prompted ‘and because you are..?’
‘And because I am a slut’ he confessed.
‘Such a good slut, what a good slut you are’ She said
admiringly ‘walking down a train with a dress and no knickers on, flaunting
herself. You may have been terrified but you enjoyed it didn’t you? You like to
be told what to do, like to be told to act like a slut, want to dress like a
slut and behave like one, don’t you, don’t you? As She spoke She reached under
his skirt and between his thighs with one hand, Her fingers searching for his caged
clitty forcing him to part his thighs for Her as She reached up and caressed
the metal of the chastity cage. As She did this Her other hand reached for the
buttons of the dress and undid the top two. She slipped Her hand inside,
seeking out and twisting his nipple. Her mouth pressed against his and he felt
Her tongue probe inside, rubbing against his as She kissed him violently.
Then just as suddenly She pulled away, withdrew Her hands
and looked at him again. ‘My dirty, horny, frustrated little slut’ She cooed.
‘Sitting there with Her lipstick smudged, her top undone and her legs spread.
Stay like that, don’t move a muscle’. She turned and reached back down into Her
bag and took out Her camera then turned back towards him and took a couple of
quick photos. ‘Perfect!’ She exclaimed. ‘Now button yourself back up and
straighten out your skirt.’ Still stunned but also aroused by Her sudden
groping and fondling of him he realised to his surprise that he no longer felt
the intense nervous anxiety that he had felt just a few minutes before. He
fumbled to straighten himself out.
‘I really am proud of you’ She said briefly leaning Her head
against his shoulder and gently caressing his thigh through the fabric of the
dress. ‘What a good slut you are starting to become. Now then I want to carry
on reading my book so I suggest you get out your knitting as we still have over
an hour to go.’
‘Yes, thank you Owner’ he managed to reply. He reached into
the small rucksack down at his feet and extracted the knitting She had told him
to bring along. It was a hot water bottle cover that he was making for Her
though at present it just looked like a woollen rectangle.
They continued the rest of the journey like this. She read
and he knitted. All the while She kept Her hand rested on his thigh, just
occasionally stroking it through the material of his dress. She kept Her hand
there until the ticket collector came along. Once the collector had stamped
their tickets and moved onto the next passengers She gently pushed the hem of his
dress higher up his thigh, all the while concentrating on Her book. Higher and
higher the hem rode until She had uncovered and exposed his chastised clitty.
Then, still concentrating on Her book, She re-positioned Her hand so that it
rested on the top of his thigh, trapping the fabric of his dress underneath so
that his clitty stayed exposed.
Try as he might he could no longer concentrate on his
knitting such was his state of arousal and he dropped a number of stitches
until She moved Her hand down his thigh again, tugging the hem of his dress
back into position as She did. All the while not a word was said between them.
Soon the hills and fields of the countryside flashing past
out of the window began to transform into the familiar colour and fabric of the
city. The guard announced over the tannoy that they were due to arrive in a few
minutes time. He felt his anxiety return as the prospect of journeying across
London naked apart from the little white dress he was wearing drew close.
Sensing his mounting nervousness She turned to him and
checked if he was okay? Despite the butterflies that were now fluttering wildly
in his stomach in nodded that he was. She squeezed his hand tight and lent
towards him whispering ‘touch your titties for me through your dress, caress
them, pinch them’. He looked at Her.
‘I know you like it’ She continued quietly ‘it will help you
relax and enjoy your experience as my slut. Go on, do it’ Though said quietly
the last statement was a definite order.
As the train slowed through the outskirts of London he
cautiously brought his fingers to his breasts and began to caress his nipples
through the soft fabric of the dress, feeling them slowly start to tingle and
harden as he did so. The more aroused his nipples became the more his anxiety and
nervousness subsided.
‘That’s good, keep going’ She whispered encouragingly as She
watched Her wife wantonly caress Herself in public on the train. Some people in
the carriage began to stir and start to get up as their final destination
neared. She waited until the first people started to head down the aisle of the
carriage towards the exit before telling him to stop. ‘That’s enough petty.
We’ll stay here and let the others get off first and then we’ll get up and get
off.’
It was true he did feel a little more relaxed and some of
the intense anxiety he had felt had evaporated, replaced instead by a state of
happy arousal. He was pleased as well that they were going to wait and get off
after the others, somehow that felt like it might be easier. He also
entertained the thought that maybe, just maybe She would tell him to hurry back
to the toilet and retrieve and put back on his clothes??
But that was not what She had in mind. As the train pulled
in She waited until all the other passengers in the carriage had got off before
turning to him.
‘Ready?’ She enquired.
He nodded.
‘Ok, let’s go.’ With that She eased Herself up out of Her
seat and headed down towards the carriage door. He followed. She paused briefly
in the vestibule and waited for him to pick up the suitcase and then She
stepped off the train and out onto the platform.
As he stepped down after Her he noticed how cool the
concrete of the platform felt on his bare feet. He was relieved to see that all
the other passengers were ahead of them at the end of the platform and there
was no-one else near them. He had a few more seconds until the ordeal would
begin when they walked out onto the main concourse and then down to the tube.
‘Wait a minute, one more for the album’ She said as She
rummaged inside Her bag for the camera. ‘Ok pose for me’ She instructed.
He adopted a couple of what he hoped to be reasonable poses
on the platform in front of the train door.
‘Nothing naughty?’ She said, sounding disappointed whilst
continuing to hold the camera expectantly.
Gingerly he grasped the hem of his dress and lifted it
quickly, offering Her a quick naughty flash.
‘Again’ She instructed,’ that was too quick, do it
properly’.
Nervously casting his eyes about he once more lifted his
dress up for Her and held it like that until She indicated he could let go,
each second seeming to last an eternity as he forced himself to smile for the
camera.
‘That’s better’ She said walking back over to him ‘right
let’s go’.
It was the longest walk. With each step the main station
concourse drew nearer. A concourse crowded with people. A concourse he had to
walk across, in a dress, wearing no underwear, barefoot, toes painted pink.
Perhaps sensing his fear She briefly squeezed his hand as they walked. And then
they were amongst them.
