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30 days submission training i experienced (part five) I was trying to keep quiet as I slept last night. Really I tried to sleep. But too many things were messing with my mind AND my body. I had just spent hours and hours, on my knees. Kneeling naked before someone I had recently met. She told me her was married to a member of the family. The Lady I am doing this for. Her daughters is married to this Lady’s She explained to me, that she knows about her daughters lifestyle. She said it’s not a lifestyle her and her husband practice. Not the way she raised her . But admits her is a grown Woman. She has a mind of her own. Her and her talk everyday. They confide in each other about everything. The mother attended her daughters wedding. It was a special time. Her baby. Her first born was being joined with someone she loved. My and I talked about her relationship. There were things that startled me. Her was very intimate and very upfront telling me things. I asked my to tell mew more. Asked if she was happy. Also asked was she being forced into this marriage. Was she pregnant I asked her. As a mother I was only looking out for what was best for her baby. And most of all. Was her baby happy We spent many hours on that train. She sat in her seat. Like a throne if you will. She would spend hours just looking at the scenery go by. The beauty of nature she said And as she sat high in her throne. I felt she was looking down on me. It was a very emotional and physically demanding time for me. I was in a very vulnerable state. I was on this public train. Yes I was in this roomette if you will this time. The door was closed and the curtains were closed. The door was locked. Or at least the first couple hours it was locked The rest of the time the door was unlocked. Anybody could of walked in the room. Seen me naked. Exposed to the world. On my knees. Wearing only the spiked chastity cage. All this while I knelt before. Humbled myself at the feet of what might become the Mother of my future granddaughter in law. As I sat now back in coach. Among many others. In a open public setting. I was sitting in an aisle seat. My knees were screaming in pain. I had four hot dogs I was made to insert up my ass. I sat beside this Woman who barely spoke. But when she spoke to me it was like she had this power over me. It was like a mother scolding a . Not in private but in public. Like in a grocery store or some busy place. A place in public where many could see or hear her scolding her who was very bad. I had to get up at night. Felt the need to visit the toilet and expel the hot dogs and other things that were trying to leave my backside. My stomach was telling me to sit down on the toilet before I shit my pants in public. I looked over to her. She was sleeping. I felt in this situation that I needed to ask her permission to get up and go use the bathroom. The pain in my belly was building. I thought of just getting up and going. Doing something on my own. But these last few days on the train. I was feeling less independent and more like needing to ask permission from others before I did some things. The sun had come up as I sat there. Somewhat wide awake in my coach seat. The lady next to me did some work on her phone. Then looked at me and said, did you sleep okay. I wanted to tell her the truth. Honestly say no. That these hot dogs in my ass were tearing at my gut. And I needed to use the bathroom before I exploded. But instead I lied. Told her Yes Ma’am I did. He patted me on my knee. I knew you would she said. Then she turned back to her phone. As the train continued the room attendant from yesterday came over to me. Asked me how am I doing. How’s your ride been so far. I felt something about this woman. I sensed she knew more than she was letting on. Then the lady sitting next to me excused herself. She said I’m going out for breakfast. Can I bring you anything back she asked me. Maybe some coffee. Then she said they might have some more hot dogs for you. Then patting me on my face she said I know you like the train hot dogs. I knew at that time I was turning redder than I ever did. She did not say much to me, but when she did, she had a way to do things to me. She climbed over me and then the room attendant asked me if She could sit next to me for a few minutes. I could not say no. In the back of my mind. The years I have been locked in chastity. The years I have been condition to be a sub. A slave. One major rule that has been driven into my brain over and over again. Was to never say no to a Woman. Out of of instinct I said yes to her. As she sat in the window seat. She leaned over to me. Put her hand in mine. It has been a pleasure to ride with you she told me. You have a very nice smile. Very photogenic. You need to open up more. Let others see the real you. Your body looks great. I have pictures of you now. It was at that time the conductor stopped by. Is this the one you said loves our hot dogs. Maybe next time you could offer him a foot long. He patted my shoulder and said. Come back anytime. Love to see you again. Before he left the room attendant said to the conductor. I sent you some pictures. As the conductor left my attention was drawn back to this room attendant. Still holding my hand. This time both her hands were hold one of my hands. I love my husband she told me. But I travel a lot. Gone for days and weeks at a time. Things happen. He has friends at work. Some very young Mama citas. I have heard rumors how he looks at them There used to be a time, when I was away on the train. I sometimes wondered could I trust him. Then a couple years ago I took charge. We were in bed. I tied him down. Did nasty things to him. Things we never did with each other. Then I introduced him to chastity. Said it would make our marriage better. Told him it would make him want me even more while I was away. He accepted the cage between his legs. Really he had no choice but to obey and agree to my demands. Then she placed her hand on my crotch. Think you know what happened next. With both her hands now tightly gripping my one hand. She continued. That was two years ago. He has since been a very loyal and obedient husband. I know he still looks at those Mama Citas at his work. He’s a man. He can’t help himself. Just how men are wired. But know he has that off switch. I control; when to turn it on and off. Then she lifted a necklace from inside her blouse. Dangled the necklace in my face. Do you know what this means she asked. Yes Ma’am I replied. Tightly gripping my hand again. Both her hands squeezed even tighter than ever. That key, on the necklace. Now dangling outside her blouse. The sunlight glistening off the metal key. Almost mesmerizing. I know you do she said. And I bet that little pee pee you have is trying to grow. To be a man again. Sadly she was correct. I was feeling the battle in my pants. The flesh of my dick trying to be big and tall while the sharp spikes in side the cage were beating me back down. I don’t know who you are doing this. But she’s a lucky woman. Not many men would do what you are doing. It takes a strong man to submit to a woman like you are doing. Maybe someday my man can experience what you are doing today. I know. When I get home later today. That he will be waiting for me. He will be naked. On his knees like you were yesterday. I already sent him a picture of you. Said when I open that door, I want him on his knees. Hands cuffed behind his back. And a hot in his mouth. Then she laughed saying just like I saw you yesterday. I felt myself turning red. I tried to pull away. Pull my hand away from her. She grabbed my hand tighter. Stopping me from pulling back. You chose this life. You chose to be locked. Imagine never, ever, ever touching yourself again. Imagine submitting your mind, body and soul to a life of permanent chastity. I’m proud of you. It takes a strong man to do all this. Then she kissed me on the lips. A short but meaningful kiss. I have pictures and videos. I going to sit at home. With my husband between my legs, while I watch you. Now don’t you think you want to get those hot dogs out. My emotions were crazy at that time. Listening to all she told. Looking back on what was and what might be. I sheepishly replied. Yes Ma’am may I. You may. After I leave. She got up. Climbed over the seat. Then stood in the aisle Standing over me. She put her hand softly against the side of my face. Maybe someday. You and I can take a ride on this train. You and I. 3 nights. In a sleeper car. Bring knee pads with you. You’re going to need them. I’ll bring the hot dogs. Ask your owner for permission. Think of it as a wedding gift. A special bond of our first and last time together.. Now go freshen up. I hear you have a big day ahead of you. I watched as she walked away. Then my stomach screamed at me. Get on the toilet NOW. |
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