What you must understand
is that to submit,
fully and completely,
is to experience freedom...
Unknown
Third Night
As we drove across the Danube for the last time, by way of the Elisabeth Bridge, my heart was full. We had spent the day wandering through Budapest and taking in the sights and I had fallen in love with this city.
St Stephen's Basilica, named after the first king of Hungary, with its soaring neo-classical dome, had taken my breath away. The Parliament Building, on the banks of the river, was an imposing palace thrusting into the sky. The streets of Pest, vibrant and bustling, were full of cafes and bars and colour.
And by the river, the Shoes Memorial, commemorating the massacre of 3,500 people in WW11, was, in its simplicity, a heart rending echo of loss.
Now, nearing Keleti Station again, Romania and the Carpathians beckoned and I was eager to be underway with My Mistress.
I stowed the luggage in our compartment and we made our way to the dining car as the train pulled out of the station. My stomach fluttered - I was hungry and looking forward to the meal, and I did wonder what My Mistress had in mind for us afterwards.
My Mistress chose the roast fillet of sea-bass with sautéed prawns and fennel. I went for the sautéed fresh duck "foie gras" tossed in muscat wine. As we sipped our champagne - My Mistress always liked to clear her palate with Dom Perignon - our conversation inevitably turned to the country whose border we would cross that night. The involvement of Antonescu's wartime government in the murder and deportation of 280,000 - 380,000 Jews. The Russian takeover after the war. The dark years of Ceausescu's rule. And, of course, to Transylvania and the legend of Dracula.
My Mistress sometimes joked that Dracula was one of her subs, and while I was well aware of her propensity to tease (my skin could attest to that!), there was a certain conviction in her voice when she talked of this that did give me pause. She hid meanings within riddles, and things were not always what they seemed...
After dinner, we made our way back to our cabin. As on our previous night on board, the beds had been made up. My Mistress walked to the window and raised the blind. It was dark outside, but a bright moon was casting its glow across the land.
"A good moon for travelling, Hurtle. A good moon for approaching Transylvania."
"Yes, My Mistress. One to stir the blood."
She turned to me and regarded me deeply. I flushed under her gaze, which lingered for a long time.
"Get my bag, Hurtle, and take out my leather body suit and boots."
I did as I was asked and helped My Mistress out of her blouse, and her pants, and then her bra, till she was standing in nothing but the briefest of red thong panties. Then I took the body suit and helped her into it, zipping up the back and adjusting her breasts in the cups. She sat and, one by one, I put her feet into the the thigh high boots and zipped them up as well.
"Now you may get undressed my pet."
I took off my shirt and folded it carefully. I took off my shoes and socks and placed them by the bed. I slipped my trousers down and squeezed out of my boy shorts. They, too, were neatly folded and added to the pile of clothes. Then, as I had been taught, I knelt on the floor, hands on my thighs and bowed to My Mistress. I was ready for whatever her fancy was.
She found her bag of toys and laid it on the bed just out of my line of sight. I heard rustlings and was aware of things being placed carefully on the coverlet.
"Stand sub."
I did as I was asked, and waited.
"Put your hands behind your back."
Again, I followed her orders and she placed metal handcuffs around each wrist. Then she took some rope and laced it round my upper arms so they were pulled together, forcing my back to arch and my chest to thrust outwards. My Mistress took great care with this - the rope was of the finest silk and knots for her were an art form. A rubber ball gag went into my mouth and the strap was tightened. Coming to the front she took hold of my chastity cage, unlocked it and gently worked it off my cock. Then she worked my balls free and massaged them for a moment.
"I haven't held these for a while," she said. I smiled, enjoying the attention, until I realised that My Mistress was slowly squeezing my balls tighter in her hand. My eyes closed with the increasing pain and I bit into the gag hard. I grunted. There was a moment's relief when she let them go again, before she slapped my cock sharply back and forth with her hand. I grunted again and tears welled in my eyes.
Now it was her turn to smile. "I'll come back to him later. Kneel sub."
I knelt on the floor and My Mistress took more rope and with the toe of her boot nudged my knees wide apart. She threaded rope through my arms and around my thighs in such a way that my legs were kept open like a 'v'. Every so often she would flick my cock with her fingers till it was standing straight and hard. Standing back, she admired her work and went to the bag again. A blindfold was slipped over my eyes. The black velvet cloth admitted no light. I waited.
There was knock at the door. I heard My Mistress open it, murmur a thank you and close it again. Something was put down on the small table by the window and I listened to the distinctive gurgle of liquid being poured from a bottle.
"Na zdrowie." It had to be champagne, I thought.
SWAT! SWAT!
I cried out in sudden pain behind the ball gag as my cock was spanked with My Mistress' riding crop.
SWAT! SWAT!
