Leaving our house, we are early for the commuter into the city, so we take a little walk, a bit out of the way, but not far. We stop at the little strip mall, in which there is a convenience store, a hair salon, a dry cleaner and Lover's Lane, an upscale adult store. Very clean, very legit.
At any rate, D hands me some money and asks me to get us two bottles of water from the convenience store, while he 'looks at something'. I walk the short distance to buy the water, and when I come back out, he is standing there, holding a small bag from Lover's Lane.
"Ooooh, let me see!" I say.
"Shhhhhh. Soon," his reply.
I hand him his bottle of water, wondering what is in the bag. I am unable to see, as it is wrapped deep within the tissue, that also peeks out of the top of the bag. I think to myself that it is a somewhat feminine looking bag for such a tall man to be carrying, but he doesn't seem to mind.
The train station is only a couple of blocks away and we make it there in plenty of time, before the train comes. As we are waiting on the platform, with maybe 10 others, he turns to me and asks me to hold the bag for a moment. I take the bag. As I am holding it, he reaches inside the tissue and pulls out a lovely black suede collar, with a very shiny "O" ring at the center, and two chains dangling from the ring, with adjustable clamps at each end. OMG! I feel my face flush, just knowing others are looking.
"Turn," he says.
I turn around, knees suddenly weak, and he buckles it around my neck from behind, and turns me again, to face him. I know I am blushing furiously, but my cunt reacts in a different way; less decorum, more primal. He adjusts the O ring, so that it is perfectly centered at my throat, the chains hanging between my breasts, outside of my blouse. I move to tuck them inside, but he catches my wrist and says, "No...leave them there." Jesus. He knows this will drive me insane. He tilts my chin up and kisses me deeply. I am melting...inside and out.
When the train finally arrives, we board, and as I am about to make my way down the center aisle, he instead takes my hand and pulls me up the tiny steps, to the top level. Here the seats are all single seats, which face the center aisle of the train. He walks slowly down the aisle, taking his time in choosing a seat, though there are plenty available. Besides us, there is only a group of three teenaged boys with skateboards, who are sitting at the very back, and a woman, who looks to be about 65, toward the front of the car. We are somewhere in the middle.
We take off and start rolling toward the city. In just a few minutes, the conductor comes thru the car to collect tickets. I reach down and clip ours in the little clip for the top floor riders' tickets, which is located near my feet. As the conductor approaches, D whispers to me,
"Spread your legs."
I open my mouth to object, but know that he will not relent, so I say nothing, and spread as I was told. The conductor walks our way, and stops, plucks the tickets from their clip, and glances up at us, in passing. I am sitting there with my legs wide, wearing a short skirt and no panties. He does a double-take and smirks saying,
"You folks have fun today!"
He can barely wipe the grin off his face as he continues down the aisle, collecting tickets.
I squirm in my seat, immediately putting my knees together after he passes, but D is not finished with me yet. He pulls my legs wide again and says, "Something tells me he'll be back...and you seem to have another fan, too." He points below, to a man sitting on the other side of the train from us, in the row directly across and below. When I make eye contact, the man gives a slow smile and cocks one eyebrow, holding my gaze for a moment, as if challenging me to keep my legs open for him. In that split second, I am torn between being horribly embarrassed, and wanting to turn in my seat, so that he can see me full-on. Embarrassment wins...I quickly look away, feeling the familiar heat in my cheeks.
"Good girl," D says to me.
