Commute

“You can stare if you want.” The blonde woman sneers. “I don’t mind.”

For a moment, his eyes remain peering at the filthy floor of the train carriage; then, as though pulled by a force beyond his control, his gaze rests once more on her dainty feet.

They’re so perfect, says a voice in his mind as he begins to sweep his gaze up her shapely legs as though trying to memorise every inch of her bronzed flesh. His cheeks have begun to burn. His lips feel heavy and greasy with drool.

“Have you always been obsessed with women’s legs?” the blonde woman asks, her voice little more than a whisper. “Is it like an addiction for you, like you can’t stop yourself?”

His mind is empty, blank and dark. His heart is drumming in his chest.

“I had a boyfriend like you,” the blonde woman continues, sitting forwards in her seat as the train rocks gently from side to side. “I used to tie his arms and legs, so the only way he could move was crawling on his knees and elbows like he was a dog. I used to make him lie on his back on the floor with his legs and arms fully bent, and I’d get this silver tape, which I stole from work, and I’d wrap it around his limbs, until they were fully cocooned, and there was no way he could get free; then, I’d take him for walks on a leash along the path which runs along the side of the canal. Can you imagine that, being right down there, below the height of my knees, crawling along behind me?”

A groan bubbles from the depths of his being as the head of his swollen penis starts to press against the stiff fabric of his jeans, the painfully pleasurable sensation sending shivers up his spine.

“Would you love that, being forced to follow along behind me, anywhere I choose to go, getting to stare at the backs of my sexy legs, striding ahead of you?” She straightens her left leg towards him, pointing her toes. “He used to love it so much. It was like he was in heaven or something.” She laughs. “And, as soon as we’d get back to mine, I’d lock him in this cage, I got from the pet shop. He’d be so horny by that point, he’d almost be going out of his mind, but there was nothing he could do, because his hands were still fully bound. Then, after making him watch me get changed, so he was even more horny, I’d just leave him there, and go out with my friends, taking his wallet to pay for whatever I wanted, not giving him a second thought, the whole time, I’m away. Do you think that’s mean of me, or would you do literally anything for a beautiful woman to treat you the same?”

His body shudders with pleasure, then a dank sensation starts to creep over him.

“Did you just have a little accident?” The young woman laughs. “Shall I call the police, see if I can get you arrested?”