Bad Girls Have to be Restrained: Brief EncounterSubmitted by: TK
Riding the commuter train had never been my favorite thing to do. But that all hanged suddenly one winter Monday. At a stop something caught the corner of my eye and I looked up. I was sitting in a bench seat facing the center so I could easily see the back of the car. What I saw was a slim girl getting aboard, an amazing girl.
As she walked toward me I could see that she wore a very form-fitting silk sweater with words silk-screened on the front:
Have to be
Her wrists were cuffed, evidently attached to a belt. Her equally tight silk pants ended at the tops of tightly-laced knee-length black ballet boots, as extreme as any I had ever seen, with incredibly narrow, sharply pointed toes. She didn't stride in the way that her lithe, long legs were built for, but she walked surely and steadily, even as the train got under-way.
She had lustrous, curly auburn hair and what could be seen of her face was fair, very slightly ruddy, with the brightest green eyes I had ever seen. Below them the lower half of her face was covered by a steel mask, with three vertical bars over the mouth opening. Around her neck, above the collar of the sweater, was a gleaming metal collar.
The reactions of people in the car were really comical. As she approached I said, in a clear voice, "So, how bad are you?"
She pulled back her lips in a grimace that revealed the mouth protector. With the mask on she could not remove it and so could not speak.
"If you're really that bad, why don't you come sit by me?" I said.
To my surprise and delight, she stopped, turned and started to sit. She did not resist or complain as I caught her waist and helped ease her down to the seat.
Her waist was held in a broad solid metal band. I ran my hand down over her belly and crotch under her pants waistband to confirm that she was wearing a chastity belt. She had a very strong bra line under her sweater and I rolled it up to show that she was wearing a metal bra as well. She didn't try to squirm away or make any noises.
People were staring at us or averting their eyes in a mixture of varying parts abhorrence, embarrassment, and fascination. The girl was enjoying it as much as I was, I sensed.
"Suppose I left the sweater rolled up?" I asked. "What would you do?"
"She can't go around like that, wearing handcuffs and a mask," a woman said to me in a curious furious whisper.
"Who's going to stop her? You?" I could feel the girl laugh under my touch.
Leaving the sweater rolled up I looked over and felt her hands, locked together by standard cuffs whose chain had been passed through a broad loop in the front of her belt. They were beautiful hands, slim and long-fingered, with well-tended nails. As I looked at them closely I realized with a shock that she had only three fingers on each hand. There was a very fine scar showing where the entire ring finger ray had been removed from each hand. One might have been an accident but both together said bod-mod.
"Do you miss the fingers?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"Is that how your feet got so narrow, too?"
I could scarcely breathe, my lust was so strong. I desperately wanted her. But how?
My stop was coming; I would have to get off. She showed no signs of stirring. I could not leave her but I had to - I just could not afford to alienate clients.
I ran my hands over her belly above the belt, taut and muscular, and down her slim, well muscled thighs to her fine boots with their gracefully bulged calves. Lust, lust, lust! my heart beat, all for nothing.
With a sigh I said, "I have to leave. Will I see you again?"
"Will you be taking this train again?"
As the train rumbled into the station I leaned over and kissed her barred mouth, thrusting my tongue between bars. Her lips responded through the bars. I rolled the sweater down before getting up and walking to the door without a backward glance, my blood still pounding.
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