On Daydreams

It’s a beautiful sunny day, yet I find myself stuck on a stuffy train, delayed for far too long in the middle of the English countryside. The carriage is silent, save for the tinny hiss of music seeping out from someone’s headphones. My fellow passengers wear that familiar, resigned expression beloved by commuters – downturned mouth, eyes fixed resolutely on smart phone screens.

I feel restless and fidgety and hot. My mind drifts back to an encounter from earlier in the day, still so vivid that it produce a little jolt at my core as I carefully unfold each detail in my mind.

He’d worn a beautiful suit, the kind of suit so exquisitely tailored that it whispers rather then bellows. Much like him, I’d thought. I’d shut the bedroom door and stood before him. His eyes had looked into mine with a directness so hot that I’d dropped my gaze, his natural authority prickling along my spine. He’d gently placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head up towards him, our eyes locked once again. He’d stared down at me, before asking

“Are you going to behave?”

I nodded mutely, suddenly desperate to do exactly as he told me – to submit to him completely. I felt a hot twinge of desire between my legs.

He sat down on a chair in the middle of the room, whilst I remained standing. He’d told me to come closer, and then closer still, so that I stood between his legs. I wanted so badly for him to touch me, eager to feel his fingertips trace softly up my thighs and into my knickers. But no. Remaining motionless, he told me to remove the cream silk blouse and tight black pencil skirt I had chosen to wear for him. I began to undress hurriedly, carelessly, anticipation spurring me on. “Slower” he barked, and I forced my trembling hands to unbutton at a more measured pace. “Control yourself”, he growled.

I knew that he hated rushing. He prefers to take his time with me. Once down to my underwear, he nods his permission, and I begin to remove these too. I shiver slightly as my bra straps fall away from my shoulder blades. I slide my black lace knickers over the curve of my as-yet unmarked bottom and drop them to the floor.

Now I’m stood in front of him wearing just my stilettos. “Turn around”, he instructs. “And slowly”. As I turn, like a little ballerina in a music box, my skin prickles as I feel his eyes inspecting  me. After my full rotation, he stands up, so close I can smell a hint of cologne, and feel the trace of his erection pressed against my hip, straining against that beautiful suit.  “Elbows on the chair” he murmurs, and I bend, forearms flat against the crushed velvet of the seat. My legs are spread and my back arched, and my perilous heels push my bottom up in the air. I feel vulnerable and exposed, frozen in the delicious moment between silence and impact.

I remain still for what seems an eternity, as he waits for me to steady myself. I feel my mind grow quiet and some residual tension leave my body. I know he will cane me, and I know it will hurt, but at this precise moment I want it more than anything. My nipples grow hard and my head swims with lust. He stands beside me, placing one hand on the nape of my neck, the other resting possessively on my backside. He bends down, and asks, sotto voce:

“Are you ready?”

And then, with a jolt, my train rumbles back into life, forcing me out of my fantasies and into the harsh glare of the carriage. I glance around, certain that my fellow passengers must be able to spot my arousal. It seems, however, I have gone undetected, and I remain a respectable-looking girl with an unopened book and a distant twinkle in her eye. As the train picks up speed and the flat green patchwork of fields begin to whip past in an endless blur, I smile to myself, shifting in my seat to feel the warm red stripes he has left across my bottom.

13 comments

  1. Comment by PrinceCorwin

    PrinceCorwin 4th September 2015 at 12:36 pm

    Deliciously arousing …. more please!

  2. Comment by Phil -D-Sign

    Phil -D-Sign 4th September 2015 at 11:08 pm

    A delightfully evocative piece of prose. I have a train journey ahead of me tomorrow & I will make a point of thinking of you as I travel.
    Will be coming to see you again soon too x

  3. Comment by Louisa

    Louisa 5th September 2015 at 9:07 am

    Thank you! So glad you enjoyed. Hopefully your journey is as evocative as mine. I’d love that – been far too long!

  4. Comment by Walden

    Walden 6th September 2015 at 3:03 am

    I read this and after feeling a slight snugness in my pants I got into my car to drive into the mountains and heard this song for the first time: “come into my room and dance for me”.

    The band is Madrugada. Here is a handy link to the song:

    https://vimeo.com/15722038

    Bet you will not hate it.

    T

  5. Comment by Martin

    Martin 6th September 2015 at 6:30 am

    Had I known that this was what “Girl on a train” was like, I might have read it by now xx

    Very nicely written – subtle and understated, a classic example of less absolutely being more. Suggestion and anticipation are always so much more exciting than the explicit. It is both enticing and inspiring, with a wonderful denouement in the bottom line xx

  6. Comment by Louisa

    Louisa 6th September 2015 at 11:02 am

    How atmospheric. You’re right, I definitely don’t hate it. deserving of a space on ‘art school stripper’ I think.

  7. Comment by Louisa

    Louisa 6th September 2015 at 11:04 am

    Thank you – glad you enjoyed. Suggestions always more fun than exposure I think.

  8. Comment by Louisa

    Louisa 10th September 2015 at 12:30 pm

    Thank you. All in good time!

  9. Comment by Mark

    Mark 12th September 2015 at 11:22 pm

    We lose ourselves in the sweet mystery of submission and the fettered self promise of domination, either way we are doomed to a life of perfection that others only dream of but never attain.
    What does that make us? Let others view from their towers of ivory. You are the source of life in all it’s majestic glory, who I am yet to meet but whom I await.

    That’s a roundabout way of saying I love you daydream 🙂
    Mark xx
    ps: I’m saving up and I woul love to arrange a liaison very soon

  10. Comment by Kinkster

    Kinkster 13th September 2015 at 3:13 pm

    Wonderful piece of writing. I really enjoyed it.

    Look forward to reading more in the future.

  11. Comment by Louisa

    Louisa 13th September 2015 at 3:17 pm

    sweet mystery indeed. I hope our paths cross soon.

  12. Comment by Louisa

    Louisa 13th September 2015 at 3:19 pm

    I look forward to writing more too. Assuming I can stop day dreaming long enough to do so…

  13. Comment by Morgan

    Morgan 18th September 2015 at 4:12 pm

    Wit and style and all the very rest of it; you are a chronicler. Most marvellous and needed.

    You and others are fighting a fight right now which I think has echoes of 1967 about it since a vitriol belongs to those who are against you. Is it not actually against the law to make protection impractical? Isn’t that the real goings on here? It is an age-old story.

    Perhaps you should turn to your Bible for a comfort; it gives you the very King of the Law whose wisdom is a benchmark to those who are moral, religious and who love the Law (however it stands). He is Solomon and he has Judgment. His most famous act of wisdom is best described by Joseph Heller in ‘God Knows’ but you can find it in Kings I:3.
    I bet you spot the most outrageous illegality of the woman who appeals to Solomon the Judge even though she just outright tells him she is breaking the law! And he does not bat an eyelid at it. Neither does the Bible. Nor does anyone else in some three thousand years of referring to Solomon as being the font of legal wisdom. As with all stories it is ‘man bites dog’ but stories have the value of speaking freely. We will have more stories from you if you please.

    Morgan

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