The Joy of Being Met at the Station

The Joy of Being Met at the Station

He arrived into the station after being away with work for a couple of days. She was waiting to collect him, as he would for her. It was dark and cold. Her long coat and high boots didn't stand out. She was waiting in the ticket hall. They hugged and began walking out to the car. His hand brushed up her wrist and found a leather cuff.

It was their understanding. Their game. If either of them was away for work, the other would be there to collect them from the station on their return. They would do something to adopt a submissive role. It was something for the traveller to look forward to to help get them through the drudgery.

As they were walking, they talked about all the usual things. Then they reached the car. She had parked in a quiet corner of the car park, which was gradually getting quieter as the last of the travellers collected their cars and drove out. He loaded his bags in the car, which was between them and the rest of the car park.

"I'm going to make an assumption that your coat is covering something interesting. Is that right?"

She nodded, eyes down, a smile creeping across her lips. He was struggling to not just grab her there and then. The anticipation having built up over hours. She knew this. This was not a one-way power dynamic.

She started to slowly undo the belt holding her coat together. It fell open, revealing a black latex leotard, her legs bare. God he was blessed.

He moved behind her, putting his arms around her waist and leaning in to kiss her neck. She shivered, only partly from the cold.

"You are incredible", he whispered into her ear.

He opened the passenger door (he is a gentleman, after all) and then eased the coat from her shoulders. Gradually the long sleeves of the body were revealed, as were the leather cuffs at her wrists. She sat side-on in the passenger seat, and he knelt to remove her boots, revealing further cuffs around her ankles.

The thought of her doing all this for him. Of her standing around the station cuffed and in latex, all for him, with nobody else having a clue, was a big turn on for him, as it had been for her while she was doing it.

"In the glovebox", she said, breaking her silence to move them to the next stage of what she had planned.

He opened the glovebox and pulled out a black velvet drawstring bag. Opening it, first he retrieved a simple leather collar. Their symbol of submission to the other. She took it from his hands and placed it around her neck, eyes locking with his as she closed the buckle.

"I am yours for the evening darling".

He didn't know what he had done to deserve this. He was straining against his chastity cage. She hadn't been the only one with something hidden. Thoughts were running through his mind about what to do and when over the next few hours. But first things first. They were still in a car park and even he was starting to feel a chill.

"Let's get you safe and secure for the trip home, shall we?"

Taking up his role, he went back into the bag to retrieve the clips they used with the cuffs for quick and easy restraint. However, what he found first brought on an even bigger grin. He knew that shape.

"Feeling particularly adventurous today, are you?"

He pulled out their remote controlled vibrator. Her grin mirrored his, and she opened the crotch zipper of her leotard.

"You do the honours my dear" he said, handing the vibrator to her.

She was so turned on. His response to her plans had been exactly as she'd hoped. Slowly, and completely unnecessarily, she brought the vibe to her mouth to add some lubrication. Looking up from her seat and locking eyes with him she made quite the show of making sure every part of this little piece of marvellous technology was slick with her saliva. Then she moved it down to her slit and worked it in, eyes closed as she savoured the feeling and anticipation of what was to come. Caressing herself, she worked towards a release she had held herself back from since he had left.

"Leave the zipper open". The simple instruction reminding her that he was in charge now, which included how and when she would get that release.

She came out of her trance, eyes wide. This was new. It might have been latex, but she was still completely covered if anyone looked through the car window. What if they looked into the car? Would they see? Could they see? She flushed with arousal and, smiling, moved her hands away.

He was going to have to take a few deep breaths before driving, he thought.

Returning to the bag, he retrieved two clips. Leaning down, he clipped her ankle cuffs together. She turned in her seat and presented him her wrists, which he clipped together too. The final piece of bondage was the state enforced kind, her seat belt. Naturally he copped a feel as he leaned over to click it in. Leaving her bound and exposed in the front seat he closed the door and then got in the driver's side, turning the car on and finally ramping up the heat.

Another of their customs was that the traveller tried to bring something back to add to their collection. It was at this point that he revealed his purchase. A blindfold. Looking over, her anticipation ramped up to new heights. Being in public like this was one thing, but not knowing who was around was another.

Bowing her head in acceptance, he placed the black leather blindfold around her head. An opening for her nose helping to keep it securely in place. Her vision was gone, and at once her other senses were heightened. It was at this point that he chose to exploit one of the benefits of the cold and brush his hands against her very prominent nipples as they stretched through the tight latex.

"Ah!" she startled, threatening to hit her head on the roof she jerked so high.

He chuckled. This was going to be a fun journey. He pulled out his phone and set his GPS to home, checking the route it had suggested. Perfect, he thought. Then he opened up the app for the Bluetooth vibrator she now had inside her. As it started on low, she let out a quiet moan. This would be nowhere near enough to get her to orgasm, but it would keep her simmering nicely.

He reached over and stroked her, feeling how turned on she was. He briefly rubbed her clit, eliciting a moan as she got what she needed to start moving to her long-awaiting climax. And then he stopped.

"Fucker". She knew the game. That didn't make it any less frustrating though. At least it wouldn't be too long before they were home, and she knew he wouldn't be able to resist taking her. Then he said:

"Obviously I can't be distracted by my phone while driving dear, so I've made use of the clever functionality of that wonderful device's app. I've set it to maintain the level you're experiencing now when we're stopped or at a steady speed. Any acceleration will speed things up quite considerably. As it happens, I've just seen that there are diversions and roadworks on the way home, so it's going to take quite a while longer and be quite stop-start I'm afraid."

With that, he accelerated out of the car park, settling his arm so that his fingers rested on her thigh so he could help to keep her occupied on the long ride.