Maggie hated the daily commute. Same routine, same smells, same noises, same faces. Morning and evening Monday to Friday and the only change was if the train was late, oh the excitement that that can generate. So here we are again. Thursday and the five o'clock. Fight to get on, fight for a seat, didn't manage to get the window so it's the aisle. Get the book out, plug the headphones in and settle back for the hour's journey home. The headphones are a ruse however. Maggie is a listener and a watcher. She loves to imagine people's stories and listen to their conversations, wonder what they are thinking. So although the headphones make her look like most other people there is in fact nothing playing. She's tuned into the local radio station but the sound is turned well down so she can hear clearly the sounds around her.
The guy at the end of the carriage always listens to heavy metal and his feet dance constantly.
The girl across from him always phones her boyfriend and has whispered conversations that she thinks no one else can hear.
The man across the aisle is usually alone but tonight he has another man's company.
The two girls, who go on a shopping trip the last Thursday of every month are loudly giggling and laughing at someone else's expense, as they always do
"God, did you see her shoes!"
"And that dress.....Well, you just wouldn't would you!"
"Bet she got the bag from a charity shop!!!" Then the giggles. Often Maggie want to go over and tell them what she think but of course doesn't.
Then, there are the two girls, obvious from their dress they work in some big office, who talk in text conversation.
"OMG."
"Totally CBA."
"Lol"
When did that become part of the English language?
As Maggie listened her ears tuned into the two men across the aisle. Until a few months ago she would have assumed they were talking about horses. However, she had stumbled across a couple of websites which were to do with BDSM and the conversation she could hear was about whips and crops.
"Personally I favour the crop. You can control, the direction much better than a whip and the effect is therefore more instant."
"Yes, but with a whip there is that element of never quite sure where the fronds will land and that has it's own merits. Of course a whip with knots or weights can be controlled very effectively."
Maggie's eyes widened and she could fell herself lean towards the conversation but caught herself before, she hoped, they realised she had overheard.
"Paddles are effective too." This was the man she'd never seen before speaking, "And always leather never wood."
Now she could feel herself tingling as she imagined what these two might be doing when they got home to their wives, partners, girlfriends. Always assuming they had any, of course.
The train pulled into it's final destination and everyone queued up to get off. She could see the older man ahead of her as he strode of up the street and for a small second she thought of following him. He reached a car, got in and drove off. "That's that then." Maggie thought.
A boring and uneventful weekend followed and Monday saw the start of the weekly drudge again, However, when she got to the station that evening she was delighted to see that the two men were again there. The one she had seen on and off for years was in his forties, she reckoned, always smartly dressed in a suit and judging from his accent had a fairly high powered job.
The "new" one was a bit older, similarly dressed and distinguished looking, grey/silver hair, bearded but very tidy. He seemed to her the more dominant of the two although why she wasn't clear about. She managed again to sit across from then and quickly homed in on their conversation. They seemed to be picking it up where they had left off as the talk was again about whips, paddles and this time canes. Then this.
"Tell me then." The younger asked. "Do you have a special room? Or is your equipment just around the house?"
"It used to be all stored in one of the wardrobes in a spare room but not long ago I decided to turn it into a dedicated space for my interests."
"Is it fully furnished?"
"Oh yes. I decided that if I was going to do it it would be done properly."
Once again, without even realising it, the train had reached the end and frustrated as hell she disembarked. Same ritual as before. He walked off up the street, got into a car and drove off.
By the time Maggie got home she was in a huge state of arousal. She had spent the whole time imagining what his room would look like and the first thing she did was fire up the computer and research BDSM furniture. She got something to eat, and while she munched she researched the different stuff available from beds, chairs to cages, swings and benches. As she read the hotter she got and finally, as most nights she gave in and used her vibrator to bring herself to orgasm.
The evening ritual continued on and off for a couple of weeks. They weren't there every night and sometimes the younger man was on his own but when they were the conversations had her clamping her thighs together and biting her lip in an attempt not to moan out loud at the effect their talks had on her.
