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.
She thought she had been quite discreet. She thought she had given nothing away. She thought they did not know she had heard every word.
Thursday came again. It had been about three weeks since she had first heard them chat. As she fought her way down the train as usual a hand cupped her elbow and a deep voice said, fairly close to her ear, "There's a seat here." And before she could even look around she was guided into it. Instinct took over and she knew. She looked up and the older man was standing looking down at her while the other was sitting opposite.
"Good evening. My name is Malcolm and this is Charles" The older man sat beside her. "And you have been very rude and listened into our conversations over the past few weeks. A woman of your age should have much better manners than that but maybe you need to be taught a lesson. We have decided, Charles and I, that we are going to teach you that lesson."
Maggie gulped and tried to speak but no words would come out. She really hadn't realised that they knew she had been listening and now she didn't know what to do or say. As her mouth opened and shut in an attempt to speak Malcolm said
"Don't bother to say anything. And don't make up excuses. No one is meeting you and you live alone. Charles here has followed you home a number of times just to make sure."
At this point Charles leaned over the table and recited her address to her and the registration number of her car. Then went on to tell her what she had bought at the shop on her way home from the station the previous night. The he added her name, her full name.
Maggie had never thought that anyone might follow her. She had been so bound up in what she had heard them discuss that her mind was only on getting in to the flat, getting her vibrator and masturbating till she came, so hot did their talking make her.
"Now then Maggie, now that we all know each other let me tell you what is going to happen. And I want
you to smile and look like we are all chatting pleasantly. At the moment you look like I am holding a gun to your ribs."
She smiled wanly at him, looking him properly in the face for the first time. He had the kind of eyes that it is impossible to ignore. They gripped you and you knew you had to do as he said.
"When we get off this train we are going to my car, I know you know where I park. We are going to my house and there you shall experience first hand my newly refurbished room. And Charles will get his chance to see it too. And play with all my wonderful equipment." He smiled at her and turning his body so that his back was to the aisle he put has hand between her legs and rubbed her quite hard. The trousers she was wearing were quite thin and she blushed as he said,
"You were right Charles. She is wet." Keeping his hand against her clit he went on, "And getting wetter as I keep my hand here!" He laughed, gave a final rub and took his hand away. Maggie almost gasped as her body throbbed.
The train was pulling into the station and she didn't now what to do. All of her sensible brain was yelling "Run!!" But that other bit, that bit that had listened to them talk, that bit that had looked at those websites, read those stories, looked at that furniture, that bit wanted to see what would happen. Wanted to experience those crops, whips, paddles. The cuffs, restraints they had mentioned. The dildos, vibes and butt plugs. As the rest of the commuters got up for the usual rush for the door Malcolm kept his hand on Maggie's arm. Signalling to Charles with his head to move out, Maggie found herself neatly sandwiched between to two men. As they left the station she was till between them. They reached the car she had seen him get into night after night. Malcolm opened the back door, guided her in and Charles got in directly behind her. Malcolm then got in, started the engine and they drove off. As they drove Charles, the quite silent Charles took something from his pocket and the next thing Maggie knew was she was being blindfolded.
"We can't have you being able to identify the house, Maggie, just in case. I know you will enjoy this night but as a precaution, for your safety and ours this is necessary. Charles, you know what to do next." With that she felt hands on her clothing and realised that he was undressing her.
"No! No!" She screamed. "Please, you can't do this!"
