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After a time she looks at her watch.
“James, go to the master bedroom and remove your clothing. There is attire on the bed for you. Bring it back here with the clothes you’re wearing. Nothing else.”
I wordlessly obey, filling her glass before leaving.
As I retreat, I realize D’s stern voice seems to thrill me. I can feel a strange form of arousal knowing she has chosen to divert her attention to me. I feel privileged when she speaks to me.
But my smug feeling of comfort wanes when I reach the bedroom and spy the attire.
There on the bed lie my hood, an inflatable butt plug, and a strange implement of soft leather and cords. There is nothing else.
My mind goes into a funk. There are people on the platform. It’s crowded. It is Union Station! She must have left some form of covering for me!
And I further panic when I open the closet and see D’s collection of garments and none of mine.
I don’t have time to think. A far off voice tells me to obey. ‘Let D take charge’, it whispers. While it is a most overpowering suggestion, the thought also produces the strangest feeling of comfort.
I remove my clothing, gather everything up and humbly return to the lounge, moving quickly past windows that look out onto the station platform.
D
James may as well find out sooner then later that his luggage didn’t quite make the train. With the sizable gratuity to Angela, she was entrusted with James’ clothing and whatever else he had packed. Henceforth, what he wears and when will be my decision.
Waiting for his return I ensure the harness is ready. A few hours in suspension should put James in the right frame of mind and I unfurl all the straps. Moving a nearby stool I step up and hang the foreboding contraption from the ceiling hooks.
As James humbly enters the well-exposed lounge, I turn and calmly smile at his panicking face. His look evidences his reluctance to stand in the center where I beckon next to the freely swinging harness.
“Come, James. The station passengers may enjoy a little show. Hands on head.”
Just as he summons the courage to approach, I notice his penis begins to twitch and swell. The humiliation, the reaction to the controlling female, being naked in unfamiliar surroundings...for the submissive male, all are incredibly arousing factors, and James’ inner psyche will not let pass an opportunity to demonstrate his subservience. It’s like a puppy wagging its tail.
I laugh with the wonderfully decadent combination of his discomfort, his initial resistance, his rapid tumescence and his ultimate obedience. With his hands held high, grasping his garments and selected paraphernalia, his erection juts forth as he steps forward.
My timing is superb. The car jolts slightly. We are on our way to St. Paul, sparing James of the sordid exhibition he both fears but oddly desires. I do, however, notice two young girls who stop and stare through the windows as the car slowly rolls down the platform. Most fortunately, James also notices and in reaction his erection rises even further to brush against his lower abdomen.
James
D takes my clothing and the implements from me. She motions me to stand near the harness.
“Turn and face me.”
The waist belt is buckled around me. My wrists are drawn back than up to the waiting cuffs. Thigh straps encircle each leg and are then snugly attached to the waist belt.
D is impressively quick. Almost professional. And most of all thorough. The motion of the train swaying as it passes through curves and switches does not impede her efforts. Within a minute I stand before her encased in the harness. She seems to deliberately allow my enormous erection to frottage against her silk dress as she shortens the straps leading to the ceiling hooks.
“On your toes, please James.”
Posed as a request, her words are enunciated as a command. I comply and the connecting straps are shortened to where I cannot return to standing on my feet.
D steps back and surveys. We both look to my erection, which uncontrollably waggles under her brief observance. She laughs.
“I think you’re going to enjoy the harness, James. It can be most decadently comfortable for the obeisant male.”
She pauses to watch my penis stir. It seems to harden more and she laughs again while stepping to my rear.
“Relax and let the harness take your weight.”
D lifts one foot then the other. My ankles are brought up behind me and secured in soft cuffs on the back of the waist belt.
