Lord Dagmar’s Estate

What to wear?

It had been a long drawn out decision, but finally she was there. The problem was you couldn’t approach it in any easy way; there was no specific starting point if you really wanted to get it right. A lot of people said that you should start with the underwear and build up on that, which was fine if you then wanted to restrict your choice of what you wore over it. Of course some said that what you wore over the top did not matter as it was what was underneath that would count, but Laura found that approach a little too coarse. She thought that both should complement, that underwear, especially expensive sexy underwear was meant to be seen, not all at once, but a lacy strap or edge of trim should complement the outfit and tantalise. Of course this was not as easy as some other methods, it had taken her two shopping trips and countless hours of trying combinations, but she had persevered. Now she stood in front of the mirror, inspecting the results and smiled.

People always thought it was great to be blond, somehow they thought it immediately conveyed a sense of prettiness of immediate sexiness, but it was a pain when trying to find an outfit. Laura had eventually gone for a midnight blue mini-dress, coming down halfway to her knees. She knew this set off her hair well, which she had just spent the best part of an hour straightening. She wore no bra as there was no way to conceal it behind the open back of the dress that was held together by a loose criss cross of lace, but that was ok as her 32 C’s were pert enough to sit proudly in the tight confines of the material. Under the dress she had pulled on a dark red thong, frilly and sexy, not so small as to turn into floss, but enough to perfectly frame the paler skin of her navel and ass, and high enough in the leg to extenuate her already long thighs. Next came a pair of Hold-Ups, She had thought about stockings, but had decided that hold ups were the way for this outfit. A pattern of deep brown diamonds adorned them letting the lighter tone of her skin show though between them, ending in wide strips of the same dark brown again with the lacy tops she adored.

The hardest part as always was the shoes, initially she thought some sandals, but then she did not want to wear the hold ups with them. Other high heels had followed reds and greens. But eventually she had come upon some black boots. A three inch chunky heel gave her a good boost, while still giving her confidence that she could walk some way without doing herself a mischief in them. The leather gripped her slender legs perfectly, and was still supple enough to give her flexibility. They were tapered to a point but ended at a blunt nose which Laura preferred as she did not want to have the pointy toes of a wicked witch. The final selling point was that they were lace up, down each side with a double buckle at the top, just below her knees.

No rings, but red nails to match the thong and a thin and delicate silver chain bracelet for her wrist were the only jewellery she wore. Then she sat down and took her time applying her makeup, she knew you did not need much and it was better to accentuate than to go for a wild clash of colours. So after careful application of mascara and eye shadow she finally put on a lipstick, again the deep red colour of her underwear. Standing up she knew she was ready and just had to wait.

The letter had specified a taxi cab would come and wait outside her house to take her to the airport, where, a ticket was awaiting her collection to fly her to Germany. No other details followed and Laura supposed she would find out when she got there what she was to do next.

Finally the taxi arrived. It was a local firm and probably had no idea of the part it played. Laura grabbed a small black handbag and her wheel-able luggage and left the house. She had left a note for Rebecca saying she had gone on a last minute holiday and not to worry. She had not dared tell her where she was really going, the letter had expressly forbid it. Stepping out the door, she pulled it closed behind her. The morning air was surprisingly warm for an April day.  The cab driver was friendly enough and helped her with the luggage, placing it in a large boot. He chatted on and off on the journey to the airport and wished her a pleasant trip. The last Laura saw of him was as he pulled away from the drop off point. Was that a knowing glint in his eye? Laura shrugged it off, she doubted he had any idea where she was headed. It was probably more the provocative way that she was dressed she guessed.

This was more than evident when she stood in the check in queue with the other passengers, feeling just a little out of place with most other people in more comfortable travelling clothes and the occasional business suit. She caught several leery eyes on her as she proceeded down the queue and more than a few scornful looks from other women, as if how dare she be dressed up in this place. Part of her felt very exposed and a little embarrassed, but under that she was smiling inside; to give them cause for scorn she knew she was making them jealous.  At the counter there was a surprise waiting for her. After checking her identity and booking in her meagre luggage, the clerk handed her a ticket, for first class. Laura enjoyed the scornful looks even more as she walked off and into to the first class lounge.

On board the aircraft she settled into her first class seat. The compartment was less than half full, the seat next to her was vacant and across the isle was a solitary man in a business suit. Already he had his laptop out and earphones jammed on his head as he hammered away at some report. Laura felt very secluded and safe. The thing that she noticed the most was the lack of noise, no screaming kids or shouting parents and plenty of padding to block out all but a subdued hum from the engines. For a minute she felt embarrassed for all the people crammed in behind her, but that was soon forgotten after her first glass of champagne offered by a stewardess.

The luxurious flight ended all too soon and as she was let off the plane first and had her baggage found for her Laura realised that she did not know what to do next. The letter only went up to the airport and had said nothing of what was to happen at the other end. Now all she knew was that she was at Stuttgart Airport with no return ticket and no arrangements. With trepidation she walked out through departures hoping for some kind of clue.  Fortunately a big clue was standing there. A huge gorilla of a man, with a thick bushy moustache and large dark glasses covering most of his face. He looked like a bouncer, wearing an ill fitting suit and chauffeurs hat and looming over people around him.  He was holding a laminated placard with her surname on it, and after confirming her first name he led her to a black limousine. He took her luggage and silently held the door for her. As they set off Laura glanced out the back window and saw another, identical limo waiting a few cars behind. She might not be the only one heading to his Lordships Estate today then. Before she could see if anyone else was going to that car her limo had swept away and out of the airport.

The driver sat statically and silently, partitioned off from her by a wall, she could only see him through a glass screen that allowed her to see the road ahead as well. There did not seem to be any way of communicating with him so Laura sat back and enjoyed the ride. The car hardly made a sound and absorbed every imperfection of the road giving her the impression it was gliding a few inches from the ground. Turning her attention to the window Laura inspected the world outside. It was a grey, overcast day. It hadn’t seemed cold at the airport though and with the climate control of the car she could not tell what it was really like, but it felt as if it should be close. In a way it was slightly disturbing, like there was no life in the landscape, trees had still bloomed, crops in the field were ready for harvest, but the whole area had a dark broody feel to it. No wind stirred the trees and even though it was mid day, it seemed like a kind of twilight after the brilliant sunshine she had seen from above the clouds. All in all, it was the perfect setting to make someone feel very apprehensive, and Laura could feel it working on her.

Eventually the limo pulled up outside an old railway station in a small Bavarian village. The building was as imposing and grey as the rest of the countryside Laura had past through. Looking as impregnable as a fortress with its small, frosted windows looking out to the road. The driver had come round and opened the door for Laura, then still without speaking, retrieved her luggage from the boot. Without as much as a casual glance he then returned to the driver’s seat and pulled away. Laura guessed she had better go into the gloomy station. Only a single turnstile entrance led into a corridor so Laura set off down here.

Around a bend and halfway down the narrow corridor was a check in booth set into the wall with a wooden gate to block progress past it. At the desk was a severe looking woman, with the short cropped hair or military personal and shoulders that looked like they pumped a few hundred pounds a day. Speaking in a heavily accented English she checked her name and passport then told Laura to deposit her luggage. For a moment Laura wondered how se was meant to pass it through the small gap below the safety glass left for tickets, but she caught herself as she noticed a hatch also built into the stone wall of the corridor. Pulling it open with the handle she dropped the small case in and let it rock back into the office. The pit-bull behind the desk disappeared from view momentarily as she retrieved the bag then reappeared, arms crossed waiting. Laura assuming she was done turned to carry on through, but the gate would not budge. The pit-bull coughed a deep gravely cough and pointed at her handbag.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry this on.” Laura said.

“No”, was the guttural reply. “All luggage in here”.

The stabbing motion she made with her large hands left no room for doubt, if Laura wanted in, she was going to have to comply with the rules. If she handed over her bag with her passport and purse she would be giving her last easy way home, she doubted she would be allowed back past the barrier once she was in.

Behind the counter the pit-bull crossed her arms and grunted in impatience. Laura was rooted, what to do? Even as she was thinking about how it would leave her helpless and a long way from home she realised in a detached sort of way that her hand was drifting towards the hatch. She watched almost helplessly as her torn thoughts told her this was a bad idea and yet the rest of her found it exciting, to be this vulnerable a long way from home.

As the bag dropped into the hatch it seemed very small, and Laura realised that it would probably not have helped her much anyway. The click of the latch closing again was very loud in the small corridor and made Laura look up timidly to the woman behind the counter. The pit-bull gave a grunt of satisfaction and another small click sounded as the wooden gate unlatched.

The platform was as grey and stony as the rest of the building, but not empty. About fifty women she guessed all stood there, no one talking to anyone or even standing too close. Then Laura saw why, a large sign hung up in the centre of the platform boldly stating that under no circumstances would there be any talking or fraternising and that the conductors would enforce this with prejudice. It was when Laura then looked around for the conductors she noticed them. Women clothed all in black latex. Walking up and down the platform, there high stiletto heels clacking against the concrete. They wore all in one black latex cat suits, only the eyes and mouth showing any skin. Black gloves and shoes were so smooth, they looked like part of the suit. Each had a ponytail teased out of a small hole in the crown of there hoods and there rounded hips disappeared into miniscule waists so Laura guessed they must have built in corsets too. She could not see any zipper or line though so smooth were the suits. Then she noticed a more disturbing feature, on the left hip of each conductor was a coiled whip. No wonder everyone was obeying, these women had the look of wolves amongst a flock of sheep.

As Laura watched the conductors she could see others were doing the same, or were giving each other the once over, a few she noticed were surreptitiously giving her the once over. It looked like many of them had been deliberating over the same question as she had as well. A lot of the women looked as if they were ready to go clubbing, short skirts and tight fitting tops being the order of the day. A few wore cocktail dresses or even ball gowns. Some were obviously Goths or alternatives with there darker attires. A few stuck out though and were doing their best to look proud of it. One woman in a cropped red latex shortie cat suit with matching high heels and another in just a bikini, who did not look as sure of herself as she looked around. One girl made her do a double take though, at first it looked like she was wearing her a very close fitting sports outfit, but then Laura could see the outline of a G-string and realised that apart from that, the rest was merely paint. Laura didn’t know if the girl was extremely brave or very stupid, but she looked arrogant enough not to care.

Eventually a grand old steam train arrived. Gleaming brass and polished black metal hissed through the station and pulled a long line of old fashioned looking carriages. As it pulled to a stop the doors automatically swung open and the conductors stood in front of each entrance. Each girl was then escorted on individually. Laura was taken into the carriage, which, being of the old style, had an access corridor down one side and seating compartments on the others. She got a surprise when she was led into the compartment as she found that although it had seating for six. Each seat was enclosed in its own smaller compartment, each about as large as a confessional.

Laura was directed into the centre compartment of three down one side. At least the top half was put to windows she thought so she would be aware of what was going on around her. The door was closed by a conductor with a click, one that indicated that Laura was not going to be able to leave anytime soon. She watch the tightly sealed in buttocks of the conductor sway away as she left Laura and settled down on the seat to wait. It was then she noticed that she was not the first to be seated in the carriage. In the booth directly opposite her was a younger, shy looking girl. She was sitting there looking unsure and shy. She looked five or six years younger than Laura, only nineteen possibly twenty. Only her top was visible through the windowed section on the cubicles they had been put in, she was wearing a short blouse, knotted below her chest showing a large section of soft supple midriff. Her breasts were not as large as Laura’s but were extremely pert and Laura could see she was not wearing a bra beneath the blouse.

The girl briefly made eye contact and gave a small but worried smile before blushing a deep red which spread across her cheeks giving her a rosy complexion that looked endearing against her paler unblemished skin. With her dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail she looked like a younger, shyer tomb raider. Laura let this all soak in and was deeply pleased that the girl had smiled at her, god she wished they were in the same cubicle together. She was sure the separation was making her even hornier.

Gradually the carriage filled up. Girls in revealing and teasing outfits were put in each of the windowed cubicle, some looked nervous, while others remained aloof about it all. One or two looked very turned on by the whole affair and even pressed up against the glass. Laura realised her legs were open, and even though the wooden bottom half of the cubicle was not see through she was conscious enough to close them again. It was then that she realised the insidious design of the cubicles. Under the leather cover of the seat was an almost imperceptible bulge, which meant unless you sat tensed all the time your weight would slowly move your legs apart, this subtle change in position was obviously making many of the residents of said cubicles quite horny, without even realising why.

After a while the sound of people being seated died away and Laura heard all the outer doors slam shut. A long blast of the train whistle signalled the start of the next phase of the journey and with a small lurch the train inorexably drew forward and gained speed. The day was growing dark as the train gathered speed over the countryside, and the conductors patrolled up and down the main passageway, there taut bodies flowing beneath the black latex. Laura watched them vaguely aware of double clack of the train passing over the track being felt ever so slightly through the lump in her seat. She had come a long way today she realised, and now she was on a train, heading to god knows where with a lot of other very horny women. She smiled at the thought.