The Perils of Patricia

The Perils of Patricia

By Petricia

     The scenery slipped past the window of the train car unnoticed by her. The bright blue eyes gazed out at the towns, farms and streams but saw none of them. Her mind was occupied with what lay miles ahead. She had boarded the train in a haze of anxiety and excitement. Common sense told her that this was a terrible idea, that the best thing to do would be to go home and forget all about this. But the heat between her thighs burned white hot, consuming in flames any doubt as to whether or not to proceed.

     Until now, Patricia’s experience in submission had always been online. Oh, she had performed a lot of perverse acts in real life for her online Mistress. But they had mostly been in the safety of her own home, even if they were on a webcam and broadcast to God knows who. So when she was told it was time to submit in person she had balked at the idea, but she already knew she would do it. Her all consuming lust gave her no choice. Her husband Steven would be away for over a week on business so there would be plenty of time to visit Mistress and return home.

     The instructions had been quite clear. An envelope had arrived by overnight mail the day before Steven was to leave. It contained a locker key and a note from Mistress. She was to board the train bound for the city where Mistress lived, about 400 miles to the north. She was to be shaved from the neck down, dress in a simple skirt and white blouse. She was to take her phone, her purse, and the key-nothing else. Explaining her bald pussy to Steven would be a problem, but she would worry about that later.

     As she drove to the train station that morning her stomach was tied in knots, the internal struggle between her desire to run back to the safety of home and the burning desire in her wanton pussy waging war in her conciousness like nothing she had experienced in her 40 years. She sat at a light and absentmindedly touched her now bald pussy, realizing that she had already begun to soak her panties.

     “Oh my god” she exclaimed aloud, although no one was there to hear. A familiar scent found its way to her in the small confines of the car, her excitement now assaulting more than a few of her senses.

     When she had shaved herself this morning she had marveled at the way she now looked, like she did as a girl.

     “Like a submissive slut, is more like it.” she told the mirror in front of her.

     She also was slightly surprised to find it much more sensitive to the cool air. But most surprising of all was the way her pussy had positively leaked with her arousal.

     As the train approached its destination she made her way to the restroom to freshen up-or perhaps just to work up the courage to continue. She felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach and was certain everyone on board could smell her juices flowing. She checked her makeup, ran a brush through her hair, the flush on her cheeks seeming to match her fiery red curls. Mustering up her courage she made her way back to her seat to await permission to disembark.

     “This is it”, she thought. “I finally meet her.”

     She had known Mistress for a year and a half, first just chatting online and then progressing to---other things. She remembered the first time “MissSara” had insisted she perform on webcam. “Sure, just another horny middle-aged guy pretending to be something he is not, just to get a peep show”, she had thought to herself. After she expressed this thought, MissSara had turned on her webcam as well. Patricia was taken aback as an attractive young brunette appeared on her screen. Piercing gray eyes, arching thin eyebrows, high cheekbones, sleek black hair. There was also an intelligence about her, an air of superiority.

     The young woman calmly spoke into her microphone,”You were correct to question Patricia. It is important to develop trust between us. And now that I have shown my honesty to you, it is time for you ro reciprocate. Obey me now.” 

     Stepping off of the train she looked around expectantly for the young woman to whom she had become so obedient, although her instructions were to find the locker to which her key belonged. As nonchalantly as possible, considering her heart was beating out of her chest and she felt as if she faint at any moment, she tried to locate the locker. Clutching the key in her hand she glanced around one last time, certain MissSara must be watching her. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to her, although she felt as if everyone in the station must know what she was here for.

     Slipping the key in the lock and turning it seemed to take all of her concentration and energy. She warily peered into the small space, only to find a single note and another key. She unfolded the note and read the brief instructions:

     Hello Patricia,

If you are reading this, then you have taken the first step. Ready for more, little tramp? Then take the key, go to the restroom (right behind you) and remove both bra and panties. Find the locker which matches your key, place panties and bra inside and photograph with your phone. Send the picture to my phone. Remove the key you find there along with the 2 quarters and wait. I am guessing you are trying to decide whether to proceed or not. Decide quickly. You have 5 minutes to send the picture. And yes, I will know when your train arrives, and you will be timed.

MissSara

    Patricia was both impressed and frightened that MissSara knew what she was thinking. She was indeed conflicted as to whether to proceed. In any case she had to hurry so she rushed into the restroom, slipping into the last stall. She had been sent out without undergarments before so she didn’t hesitate long before unhooking her bra and trying to slide the straps down her arms and out the sleeves. Suddenly she regretted choosing this blouse as it was just a bit too tight to do so. Quickly she removed it and slipped out of her bra. Buttoning her blouse again she discovered another reason to regret her choice of wardrobe. Her nipples, erect from both the slight chill of the room and her excited state stood out plainly against the soft fabric and as she moved the silk rubbed enticingly over the pink buds. She had no time to contemplate this however, and quickly slid the panties down her long legs. Placing both in her purse, she hurried from the restroom, searching frantically for the locker, she was relieved to find it fairly quickly and jerked it open. Stealing a quick look around, she pulled her undergarments from her purse, placing them in the locker and snapping a picture with her phone. She pressed the send button just in time, or so it seemed. She wasn’t really sure how much time had passed. She began to wait and suddenly realized she had not looked for the key that was supposed to be there. Pulling her panties and bra from the locker she reached in, feeling for the key. As her hand found the key a middle aged man walked by, eying the underwear clutched tightly in her other hand with a raised eyebrow. Patricia stuffed the underwear back into the locker, blocking the opening with her body, and felt around for the two quarters. Now she wished she could sink into the floor. Time crawled as she waited for…what? She didn’t even know what she was waiting for, just that she was to wait.

     When the cell phone rang a minute later it seemed as if it had been hours. She knew without looking who it was.

     “Having fun darling?”

     “Yes MissSara.”

     “You are a terrible liar Patricia. You are scared and nervous and wondering why I am doing this. I realize you do not want this but I also realize how badly you need this. Don’t you Patricia?”

     “No MissSara I don’t think I do. Please can you just pick me up?”

     “You are lying again Patricia. You do need this. You positively ooze at humiliation, you have proven it time and again to me. So stop whining, insert the money, get the key, close the locker, and go to the next one.”

     With that the line went silent. Biting her lip Patricia gently fed the two quarters into the slot, closed the locker and removed the key, her bra and panties now locked away inside.

     “It’s not too late”, she thought. “I can still get my things and leave.”

     But the fire in her womb drove her onward. She walked to the next locker as gingerly as she could, breasts swaying and bouncing, nipples like twin thumbs trying to rip through the soft fabric. She felt the wetness on her inner thighs, a solitary drop creeping down her left thigh threatening to clear the hem of her skirt at any time. She felt as if she were under a spotlight, center stage, and all eyes were on her.

     Finding the next locker was a bit harder this time, as it was at the other end of the station, not by coincidence she was sure. She opened it and found the next note, along with yet another key, 2 quarters and a pair of scissors.

     “Next Patricia, I want you to cut off the collar button on your top, along with the next two. Photograph yourself after you have done so, then place the buttons in the locker, lock them in along with the previous key, take the key to the next locker.

Xoxo MS”

     Patricia gasped aloud when she read this note. How in the world could she walk around with her blouse open like that. She was thankful for being a c cup now, having always wanted to be bigger. With shaking hands she grasped the button at her collar and snipped it off, placing it in the locker. She was breathing heavily and her heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest as she quickly dispatched the other 2 buttons, leaving her blouse open to just beneath her breasts. A tear rolled down her cheek as she sent the picture of her restyled blouse. She placed the previous key in with the buttons and locked the locker. Searching for the next locker she fought the urge to backtrack to where her underwear was, feeling her breasts repeatedly trying to seek out the deep v-shaped opening down the front of her blouse.

     How she longed for the security of her own home now as she realized she was being led down a road into deeper humiliation, a little bit of control lost with each step. She was truly drawing some attention now, it was not just her imagination. She found herself back near the first locker, locating her next objective closeby.

    She now dreaded what she might find inside, her hands fumbling with the key for a moment before swinging the locker door open. Again, a note, a key and 2 quarters. While she really didn’t want to know what the note had to say, her hands seemed to act on their own, opening it and holding unsteadily up to read.

     “You have made it this far Patricia. In that case your hungry little pussy is overcoming your fear, yes? You are truly the wanton little tramp I have always known you were. Now darling, time for the moment of truth. You are a clever little cunt, so I imagine you can still find your way home. But I truly doubt you will. So here is your choice: Either leave now, I will be disappointed but not angry. Or if you wish to continue, place your purse (everything included) into this locker and lock it.Take the key and open the next locker which is a few feet to your left.

Xoxo MS”

     Patricia was wary of this step to be sure, but she thought,”Well, I have the key, I can still get my purse back.” She placed her purse, containing her return ticket, ID, money, keys, cell phone-everything into the locker retrieving the key and money and then locking it. Just as MissSara had stated, the next locker was only a few feet away. Opening it, there was the familiar note, yet another key (this one on a long string forming a loop), a small steel box, and a small padlock.

     “What now?”, she thought.

     “This is the second part of this step Patricia. You are to place the key on the string around your neck, the other key into the box, then padlock the box. Take the box with you to the next locker.

MS”

     With the new key around her neck, she placed the key to the locker containing her purse into the steel box, slid the hasp of the padlock into the latch of the box and, taking a deep breath, clicked the lock shut. She had just past the point of no return. She didn’t have the key to the box and the box held inside it the only way to retrieve her way home.

     She found the next locker and opened it with the key around her neck. Inside was a canvas bag, 2 quarters, and a small note.

     “Hello darling Patricia,

Almost there now. Remove the bag, and the quarters. Place the lockbox in the locker, lock it and replace the key around your neck. Go to the restroom and open the bag. Inside it you will find more instructions.

MS”

     Patricia carried the bag into the restroom where her humiliation had begun. Opening it on the counter and looking inside, she found the note on top and removed it, placing it on the counter. She couldn’t resist peeking inside, only to find a pair of impossibly high heeled pumps with ankle straps, also a plaid skirt, pink knee socks, 2 pink ribbons, and 2 small padlocks, along with a small makeup kit, also another key. She really didn’t like the looks of this.

     “You have got to be kidding. No way, no way am I going to wear this stuff. My god, what do I do now? I have got to get out of here now!”

     Panicked, she tried to focus, to think of some way out of this mess. She simply couldn’t walk out of her wearing this stuff. Finally she decided to read the note-perhaps it was just a joke.

     “My darling Patricia,

I imagine you have peeked at the contents of your bag, and are seriously considering backing out. That is fine with me, but remember the only way to get your purse back now is though me. I suppose it’s either hitchhike all the way home, or follow my instructions……”

     Fifteen minutes later a tall redheaded schoolgirl slut emerged from the womens restroom of a train station far from home. She teetered on her 6 inch stiletto heels, not that she had a choice as they were locked on her feet. Pink knee socks, ridiculously tight, short plaid skirt barely covering her ass which swayed provocatively due to the pronounced gait caused by her shoes. Six inches of exposed tummy topped by a knotted top which barely contained heaving breasts, nipples straining against the silk fabric. An incredibly pretty face, overly made up with bright pink lipstick, rosy pink cheeks, blue mascara and eyeliner, pink eyeshadow, all topped off with twin pigtails, tied with pink ribbons.

      Patricia’s cheeks burned with shame. Unable to look at anyone, she kept her eyes fixed on the floor as she made her way to a mailbox out near the taxi stand. Amid the honking horns at her appearance she dropped her shoes and skirt into the mailbox, lost to her forever. Trying to keep her skirt from riding up over her ass and simultaneously trying to keep her breasts in her top, she made her way back to the next locker, praying that this would be over soon.

     Arriving at her destination across the terminal, she found the locker to be a bottom one, near the floor. Taking the key from her neck, she tried to find a way to reach down to the lock without exposing herself in some obsene way. She decided to squat down-it would make the skirt ride up but not like it would if she bent over. Opening the locker, she slammed it shut on viewing its contents. Trying to regain her composure she hung her head to take a few deep breaths. Looking down in horror, she saw the drop of moisture hit the floor right beneath her pussy. My God! She was still excited. What the hell was wrong with her?!

She simply wasn’t brave enough to look up to see whether anyone had seen her leaking. She quickly grabbed the contents of the locker and the note and ran into a nearby custodian’s closet. Through tear-filled eyes, she read the note.

     “Don’t worry little girl, this is the last instruction. This will be the hardest for you thus far. Go to the parking lot and find a yellow VW bug with black tinted windows. It is parked in a very private place. Go to the front of the car, put on the pink collar and leash. They can be locked on and together with one lock. Then wrap those pretty pink lips around the penis gag and buckle it on, under those adorable pigtails. Wrap one belt around your ankles and the other around your thighs just above your knees. Lastly, use the handcuffs and lock your hands behind your back. Don’t be afraid, I will be waiting for you.”

     Patricia stepped into the warm evening air, thankful that it was summer, considering her present state of unress. As Patricia approached the car, her stomach was turning somersaults, her heart was racing, breathing labored. It was indeed in a very secluded area, which did little for her peace of mind. She completed the task of binding herself, a whimper escaping the gag as the last cuff ratcheted closed around her slender wrist.

     She could do nothing now but wait. And wait she did. Seemingly forever! She had assumed MissSara was in the car, but now began to wonder. A few cars passed by but as far as she could tell, no one noticed the tied up schoolgirl whore waiting to be taken. Time passed like maple syrup through a funnel. Then she heard voices….. and footsteps! More than one set of footsteps. She began to panic, trying to hide herself behind the nominal safety of the car, but with the straps around her ankles and knees, she couldn’t move except by hopping, and she couldn’t squat very well. She knew she would just die if she was seen! Her only way of hihing was to bend at the waist, which not only caused the skirt to expose her ass lewdly, but also made her breasts escape the confines of her top.

     “Well, what is this? Look Amber, a naughtly little schoolgirl all trussed up and waiting for the schoolbus.”

Patricia looked up to see the familiar face of MissSara, although without makeup she didn’t appear to be anywhere near her 24 years. With her was another girl who seemed even younger. She was small, less than 5 feet tall, long blond hair in a simple pony tail, small breasts, dressed in jeans and a white hoodie.

Patricia hoped the earth would open up and swallow her. Sara knew that humiliation pushed her buttons, and she was pushing now—hard.

     “She is just adorable Sara. Just look at her though, showing off her tits and ass for anyone to see! What a nasty little tart!”

     “You’re right Amber, she really is a little whore! Very unbecoming! I think she should be shown the error of her trashy ways.”

     With that, MissSara took the end of Patricia’s leash. Slipping off her shoes, she propped herself on the hood of the car and threw the end of the leash over an overhanging pipe. Grabbing the end again, she pulled down hard, causing Patricia to stand up straight in order to relieve the strain on her neck. Sara then used a padlock to secure the loop handle back to the chain. Patricia was stuck now with her breasts exposed and no way to cover them or to move. All she could do was stand there and whimper through her gag, eyes wide as saucers.

     “First we will show you not to show off your tits like common trash!”

     Patricia yelped as the first clamp was applied to her right nipple, MissSara giving a little tug of the chain before placing the second on her left. The pain was not near as bad as the fear of getting caught in her present state. Here she was, dressed in this slutty outfit, bound, gagged, and being used by 2 girls who were young enough to be her daughters. All of this IN PUBLIC!

     She didn’t have long to consider this, as she now felt a hand under her skirt, sliding along the length of her slit, brushing her clit lightly.

     “Look Sara, her little pussy is soaking! She loves this!”

     Sara now stepped forward and dipped her hand under Patricia’s skirt as well, coating her fingers and then bringing them up to the slut’s face to see.

     Holding her hand inches from Patricia’s eyes so that there was no mistaking the fact that the fingers were soaked, Sara whispered into the slut’s ear, “You do enjoy this, don’t you little slut?”

     It was the first either had spoken to her directly. She felt a shiver go through her. Sara noticed it too, and with an evil smile she wiped her fingers on Patricia’s cheek and then spun her around quickly. Wrapping her arm around the helpless slut’s waist, she said to her friend,”Amber hold up this slut’s skirt for me please. We are going to teach her not to show off her ass for the whole world to see.”

     Amber grabbed the hem at the back of Patricia’s skirt and pulled it up as far as it would go, holding the slut’s bound hands high with her other hand.

     Patricia’s muffled cries went unheaded as blow after blow rained down on her exposed behind and thighs, the sound of the impacts echoing off the walls of the parking garage. By the time it was through, she was bright red from her waist to the backs of her knees. Amber then tucked the hem into the waistband of Patricia’s skirt and both girls let go and stepped back, admiring their work.

     “I think we have given this little tramp something to think about Amber, don’t you?”

     “Oh yes, definitely Sara.”

     “Then let’s leave her alone with her thoughts.”

     With that, both girls climbed into the car, Sara started the enegine, backed out of the space and drove away, leaving Patricia screaming through her penis gag, frantically begging them not to leave her like this. She was certain she would go insane at any moment. Through tearfilled eyes she saw the yellow Bug round the corner coming from the opposite direction. Stopping just in front of her, the girls jumped out, Sara unlocking the leash from the pipe. The girls carried the immobile Patricia back to the car, placing her into the passenger seat and buckling her in. “Safety first darling,”she heard Sara say.