The Train

I follow you down the train platform, the leash dangling loose between your hand and my collar. We pass two open cars, but you keep walking. Finally you find the car you're looking for, marked with a symbol of a red lantern, and we take the steps up and inside. The whistle blows, the door shuts behind me, and the train starts to move. You turn and inspect me, eyes going over the leather cuffs on my ankles, up my bare legs to the plug you put in my cunt that morning - “so you don’t drip all over the carpet, little slut”, my clit held out on display by the thick ring through it, the matching rings in my nipples, the cuffs on my wrists, and finally the heavy leather collar around my neck. Metal letters set into the leather read “Andy's Boy”. You tug me forward, buff the letters with your sleeve.

“We’re going to have fun tonight,” you tell me. I duck my head.

“Yes Sir.”