Reading that simple four letter word, written in his own hand, now made him swoon with trepidation. He had only been in her company for a few moments, but, again, he felt a deep sense of submission, adoration and devotion for her. She owned him -- he knew it -- he felt it.
"Look at me!" She directed him.
Nervously, he raised his eyes, struggling to keep his head lowered as a sign of respect to her, and slowly he focussed on her face. She sat there before him like a vision of all that could ever possibly affect him. Her strong features, powerful eyes and smiling lips all stated her position of authority over him so effortlessly. She quizzed him with her eyes without moving.
"Have you missed me?" She asked.
His voice caught in his throat as he mustered a response. He wanted to blurt out his devotion to her, how much she had tormented him over the last three days, and how relieved he was to now be in her company. No words came. It was all he could do to nod politely in agreement.
Then she caught his eyes more deeply. He felt her step into him as if she had opened a physical door and entered his soul. A swathe of renewed submission washed over him and she held him there. She appeared to be reassuring him, as if she was telling him everything was okay and that he was safe. Her calming affect over him was immense. His shaking began to wane and he started to relax a little. One constant remained, however. Her cock stood proud, hard and erect for her, as if trying to gain her attention once more, and leaked within his shorts. -0-
The train continued on its journey and time soon passed. She broke eye contact with him, briefly, and looked out of the window to see which station they had just arrived at. Their destination was close now.
She reached into her bag and removed a small package. Smiling, she slid the small black box across the table between them.
"Your choice!" She purred, gesturing with her eyes towards the item before him.
He looked at the parcel and wondered what could possibly lie within. Briefly looking at her and having received a look of reassurance he moved to open the package. Inside he discovered a fold of silver tissue paper. Again he looked up at her, unsure. She smiled softly and urged him onwards as the train continued along its route.
Finally he peeled back the paper and uncovered the contents. Stunned, his mouth fell open as he gasped audibly. His eyes immediately rose to her, questioning this item. She merely smiled again and looked back towards the box, seemingly daring him onwards. He reached inside and tentatively removed the contents, feeling her ever powerful eyes watching his every move -- reading his responses and reactions to this precise moment.
Dangling from his fingers emerged a length of silver ball-link chain. It felt heavy and expensive. As he raised the chain from the package he slowly revealed a delicately engraved dog tag. He felt a deep, yet unquantifiable, emotion flow inside him. He noted that the tag was also formed from solid silver and was imprinted on one side with a hallmark. He turned the slim rectangular pendant carefully between his fingers and discovered that the smooth face had been engraved in a stylish set of letters:
Mine!
His mind felt as if it would burst with a wild array of questions, emotions, and feelings. How on earth had she managed to arrange for this tag to be engraved to match the word in the crossword puzzle in such a short amount of time? Why was she presenting it to him on this train journey? Why now? His mind swam with confusion. Again he looked towards her for guidance, but again words failed him. Her cock flexed remotely within his trousers. He looked up again and pleaded with his eyes, silently asking for explanations and definitions.
He felt and knew she would not answer him. Her statement was more than enough. She had made this item his choice. As ever, he must know his own mind, and progress of his own free will. The dog tag seemed to burn against his fingertips as if it was growing impatient by his hesitance.
"Your choice." She broke the silence again; this time more gently and softly.
At that moment, then, without hesitation, he unhooked the link clasp of the chain and looked up into her eyes. She had softened slightly and now as she looked back at him he thought he saw something different within her. He knew what he must do. One false move now and he could lose her forever. He had no idea if this was her intention, but he knew he must act on is gut instincts.
With her eyes watching him, soft and supportive now, he raised his fumbling hands and closed the ends of the chain around his neck, lifting the tag to his lips to place a gentle kiss of acceptance upon it, while she held him in her eyes. Then, as if understanding her intention, he slipped the chain and pendant under the collar of his shirt and it was gone from view. He felt the tag slither downwards, cold against his skin and settle in place. He really did not know what to feel but he knew he had done the right thing.
"Mmmmmm.... Thank you!" She purred as she, again, broke her gaze.
With his head still partly bowed, now hazy and overwhelmed, he watched her stand and pick up her things. Following her lead he did the same and made his way behind her towards the door of the train. He had no idea where they were, or where they were going, all he knew was that he must follow her.
-0-
The train screeched to a halt at a quiet station and she stepped down onto the platform. As his body quaked he followed behind her, head bowed despite knowing she was looking away from him. Apparently knowing her way she continued along the platform and out through a side exit. He realised he was totally unaware of his surroundings and then realised they had stepped out into a large car park. A handful of shoppers and commuters milled around seemingly oblivious to their presence. She stopped a few yards away and reached into her bag for a cigarette. She waited for him to join her by her side before raising the white stick to her lips. Without looking at him she pointed a lighter in his direction.
"Light me!" She demanded; her softness now apparently dispersed.
He took the item and flicked it to life, cupping the flame in his hands. She moved closer and made eye contact with him again. Then, wickedly, she removed the cigarette from between her lips and instead blew out the flame. Her lips coiled into a deliciously curled smile. Again he flicked the wheel of the lighter and cupped the flickering flame between his palms. This time she utilised it and inhaled deeply. He lowered his head again but caught a glimpse of the curl of smoke escaping from her lips as she exhaled. Instantly her cock flexed in response. As he stood, waiting for he knew not what, he again noted and realised that she controlled him, he adored her, and he needed her. Deep desires for continued submission ran through every fibre of his being.
He stood by her side, waiting patiently for her next move. She continued to smoke and at one point briefly looked at her watch. Upon finishing her cigarette she flicked it down onto the pavement in front of him.
"Put it out!" She instructed him.
Startled by her words, he instantly moved forwards and stepped on the butt to extinguish the smouldering tobacco within. He revelled in the knowledge that even her simplest demands made him feel so submissive for her. She had once told him that the little things had the greatest affects and now he was starting to realise the power of that statement and its connotations.
"Now pick up the butt and put it in the bin!" She purred, smiling, wickedly.
