Standing at the tracks, Lenore told herself to be patient, but she was hot and already wet. The train wasn't even due for another 30 minutes, but that didn't matter. She'd been picturing this in her head for days. She could taste it, the taste of Derrick's power. She straightened her collar with one of the most satisfied grins.
"I'm your hot, dirty girl, Derrick." she said aloud.
It was a slow train ride and the destination was unknown, but she didn't care. Derrick was going to let her control the scene, order the little playmate to do to what she wanted to his body. That bit of control had Lenore shaking in her new boots.
The train pulled up and she watched it finally halt to a stop, and then people started to file out. Couples embraced each other, as if they'd been separated for months. How would I find that strong voice? Lenore thought, as Derrick walk down the steps with the playmate in tow.
Derrick clutched the playmate's wrist and turned his head to see Lenore standing in an outfit that she'd never worn. Thigh-high black boots, a leather short skirt, and a tight corset which laced up in the front. It was an added surprise for him which he rewarded her greatly for with his approving grin.
They casually walked toward her, the playmates blonde, stick-straight hair glowing from the sun. Her ivory skin looked untouched, as her knees peeked from below the one piece, red cotton-stretch dress. She glided smoothly behind Derrick, her shoulders and breasts were a blushing pink, like she'd been sun burnt, but Lenore was betting it was from the excitement of what was to come.
"This is Kitten," Derrick flashed a wolfish grin at Lenore, knowing she was turned on. "Kitten this is, Lenore." In that moment Kitten didn't speak, only nodded.
"Nice to meet you, Kitten." Lenore spoke. Her hazel colored eyes sparkled, as she fluttered her lashes innocently, "Lovely meeting you as well, Miss Lenore." Her voice was like a drop of honey, Lenore thought.
Later...
Lenore sat across from Kitten in their private car, as Derrick took the ripped half of his train ticket from the gentleman, and then took a seat next to Lenore. Derrick had placed a black bag on the table earlier when they'd entered the private room. It was the toy's that Lenore had asked for.
"Pull up your dress, Kitten." Lenore ordered, and without hesitation she did so. No panties covering a smoothly shaved pussy; another thing she'd asked for.
Lenore stood from her seat and proceeded to open the bag. She cleared the zipper with tweezer-type nipple clamps, connected by a fancy chain. She knelt down between Kitten's open knees, her swollen clit already exposed. "I see you're ready for us." Lenore purred at the sight.
"Yes, Miss Lenore." Kitten softly spoke, which reminding Lenore of how she sounded when Derrick had control.
Derrick's view was in the perfect line of sight when Lenore leaned down and whisked her tongue over the taut, pink bud. His growl was one of a simmering boil. Lenore could feel the need behind her, as she took another taste and listened to the soft whimper of Kitten's exhale.
"Take off the dress, Kitten." Lenore continued.
"Yes, Miss Lenore." Kitten tugged it up and over her head, laying it down on the seat beside her.
Lenore leaned in between her parted legs with the fancy chain and clamps still coiled in her fingers. She licked and sucked at the tips of Kitten's erect nipples, pulling them roughly into her mouth. When she stopped and took her lips away, Kitten was panting and sliding her hips forward.
"Oh yes, you want something to rub against that pussy, don't you?" Lenore said with a wicked tone. "I have just the thing for you, Kitten." Lenore set a clamp against the first nipple, holding it tightly in place, as Kitten gave a shiver from the pressure. And then the second one, placed at the other nipple, the fancy chain dangling between her small, shapely breasts. The cold chain laid against Kitten's quivering stomach as Lenore brought the chain to the end, and then opened the last clamp.
"Are you ready Kitten?" Lenore teased; she had always wanted to be the one who teased, just as Derrick had done to her.
"Oh yes, please Miss Lenore, please!" Kitten begged, the clamp only inches away from touching the swollen bud. Lenore leaned in toward her, giving her one last lick over the stem of her sex and then pinched it with her fingers, setting the clamp in place.
"Ohh!" Kitten whimpered. Lenore backed away to look at her and then turned to look at Derrick. His approving grinned was filled with need, as he lick his lower lip, looking at the beauty before him.
