Morning rush hour on the London Tube
I like staying in London and because I like doing that, you automatically like doing that, because you know your place, which is:
· Rule Number 1: ALWAYS please Sir
· Rule Number 2: If in any doubt (not that there should ever be any doubt in your mind) refer to Rule Number 1
We get up early and I tell you to wear your black yoga pants, black T shirt with your black sports bra, flat black shoes and your three-quarter length coat. You are not to wear any panties.
We leave the Hotel and join the bustling London commuter set: it is 8am and the Underground is very busy and the Tube trains are packed. I decide that we will be using the Central Line as this takes in all of the busiest stations and I guide you to the end of the chosen carriage where there is only one door and fewer people get in and out of the train (like proverbial sheep, commuters just subconsciously head for the double doors).
Even in this part of the carriage passengers are crammed in together and it is a very tight fit. Just what I wanted,
I whisper in your ear that you are to make NO sound whatsoever and you are to follow my Instructions to the letter. You nod.
I face you and undo your coat buttons from the bottom as far as your hips and the train moves off, staring deep into your eyes. You know that you are to make no sound.
I put the palm of my hand against your pussy and you breathe out in anticipation, despite the people around you as I gently press against you, pressing softly, then firmly, then softly again. I can feel the warmth from you on my hand.
The train stops at the next station and my hand moves away from you. You look up at me with a mixture of disappointment and relief as passengers come and go. We remain exactly where we were as the train leaves the station, forced together by the sheer numbers of commuters.
I put my hand back where it was and then very slightly part your legs, feeling your beautiful softness through the yoga pants which are now starting to get very damp. Running my finger along your pussy you are desperate to say something to me but you know that you do not have permission to do so, so you use your eyes to tell me that you are very excited. Good.
I start to trace the outline of your pussy and you instantly move even closer into your Sir so that you can offer yourself to me, oblivious to everyone around you. I then find your clit and circle it with my finger and feel you shake and shudder as I do so, making you wetter and more desperate.
I remind you in your ear that you are to remain both silent and very still.
I stop as the next station arrives and remove my hand. The usual rush of commuters come and go, some brushing past to get off, oblivious to where your state of mind is and totally unaware of the control Sir is having over you.
The train starts again on its journey and your eyes plead with me to continue. I think it is time for you to learn a lesson and to be more focused on your Sir so I ignore you and just hold you in my arms for another two stations on the Line. No eye contact, you need to understand your place.
I look at you directly then and you mouth “Please Sir” to me which gets a firm stare back from me. I take pity on you and part your legs slightly again and feel your wetness through your yoga pants. Finding your clit easily I circle and tease her and you start to tremble as my finger goes to work. I can feel your body shaking a little as you try to control yourself and not alert anyone around you to just how wet, excited and desperate you are right now.
The next station is coming up and I tell you that we are getting off here. I take my hand away from your beautiful, wet and tingling pussy and tell you to button up your coat.
We make our way along the platform and I tell you that we are going for breakfast and coffee, after which we will be going back to the Hotel, when we get back you had best be very wet and you had best be ready for a hard fucking.
