The Commute

Nothing unusual happened on her commute. It was the same people, the same bleary faces, with the same newspapers held up to them — the only thing that was different was the headlines.

She didn't mind, it was the way it was supposed to be. It was like the way the world was supposed to be, the world — well her little corner of it — waking up at the same time. Everyone working on the same clock, ticking to the same beat, connecting everyone.

Like half the women on the train, her hair was wet making it look brown instead of its normal blond. She had learned that trick from watching the other women on her commute, and she could save five minutes. By the time she got to the office it would be dry, it would be blond, and she would be awake.

She didn't think of herself as a drone by any means. She was herself, she was an individual. She was sure that none of the people she worked with suspected what she got up to. It was just that in the morning, when she was still sleepy, when she had to go to a place and be like everyone else; it was nice to fit it. It felt good to be just another puzzle piece.

So she didn't notice at first when the Woman came in — and she was a Woman with a capital W. They were about the same age, though perhaps the Woman was a few years older. She was young enough that she still though of herself as a Girl sometimes, her friends were "The Girls". She didn't like "Young Woman" because that sounded something like teachers and men from the 50's said.

She was a Woman. The Woman carried herself differently. The owned herself in a way she didn't think she did yet, and then there was that red dress. No one really stood out on the train, it felt like everyone on the train was just in drab colors and grays. The dress was Red, a real bright red. It almost gave off its own light.

But she didn't see any of this, not at first. She was still in her little world, the one where she was still half asleep — just like everyone else on the train. She didn't notice the Woman until she sat down opposite her.

She was sitting in the back of the car. It was only half full when she got on, so she could almost always pick the same place to sit — the group of four seats two facing the other two. At this point the train had thinned a little, and there was no one sitting near her.

That was when she noticed the Woman. Because she came over, and without so much as a by-your-leave, she sat down across from her. She was mildly annoyed, there were plenty of other places for the Woman to sit, so why did she have to sit there? But she had no magical claim to the spot, or to privacy. It was just a seat on the train. So she didn't say anything.

But it made her notice the Woman. See her red dress, the kind that was loose enough that it draped over her body. She had beautiful legs, tight and muscular — runner's legs, god she loved runner's legs. She couldn't the Woman from behind, but she was sure she had the kind tight round ass that made men, and herself, drool.

That was something the other cogs at work didn't know about her. How much she loved to look at other women. How she loved to feel their skin against hers. How every time she saw a sexy female, she longed to know what her cunt tasted like.

No one knew how she craved cock either. How wet she could get at the drop of a hat. How easily should could cum with the right provocation, the right hand, the right mouth, the right cock. No one knew she called herself a Slut and a Whore inside her head, or that there was Him. She called him Master, and told him that he owned her.

That was her secret. That was her secret self, and people only got to know that by very special invitation. And, she thought without any modesty, no one left disappointed.

She tried hard not to stare at the Woman, just to grab little looks. Her hair was black, so very black. She couldn't tell if it was dyed or not. It was hard to imagine being so black without a little help.

She could feel her pussy moistening at the sight of the Woman, at the sudden change in her thinking. Instead of the lazy daydreams, or the idle preparations for work; her mind was racing. It was filled with dirty thoughts, and even dirtier fantasies. She wanted to see the Woman naked. She wanted to taste her. She wanted the Woman's neat fingernails inside of her.

And without any warning, the Woman did something remarkable. The Woman began to pull up her dress. She cast her eyes up to see if anyone else could see, but of course they couldn't. The Woman had picked that seat carefully. There were people who could see her, but not the Woman — nothing more than the back of her head at least.

The Women was slow and deliberate in pulling up her dress, a slow tease to the rhythm of the wheels on the tracks. A strange stationary striptease. Her thighs were as tight and muscled as her calves. Her skin was pale and seemingly flawless. She wanted to reach out an touch her, but she couldn't. People would see that.

By the time the dress was high enough, the Woman spread her legs slightly to show the puffy, almost pouting, lips of her pussy. She was bare except for a perfect circle of that impossibly black hair just above her slit, a kind of inverted exclamation point. The thought made her smile, it was the kind of joke her Master would make.

And then she saw it, the word "Whore" written just to the side of that coin-sized patch of pussy fur. How many times had she written that on her own cunt for him? How many times had he written it on her, and then with that self satisfied look he had said "good, now everyone will know".

The Woman must belong to him too. She knew there were others, though she didn't know how many. She was surprised when she realized she was ok with that fact. She never knew she wanted to feel owned, until she had met him. But once she did, it felt like the most natural think in the world.

The Woman spread her legs a little more, letting the lips of her pussy naturally separate. A finger darted in deep and came out quickly. The Woman leaned forward conspiratorially.

"He told me I own you every morning this week, until you get to work", the Woman whispered. As she did the Woman wiped the juiced from pussy onto her finger.

She wanted to just suck it off right then and there, but that would have given away the game. So instead she drew her hand up to her face, like she was thinking about something, and delighted in the sweet salty smell. Her pussy was so wet by now. She wanted the Woman, she wanted to fuck her and be fucked. But it was only a station or two before her's. There was no where to stop, there was nowhere to go.

The Woman winked at her, and stood up — her dress naturally falling into place as she did. The Woman made an almost imperceptible motion with her head, motioning her to get up as well. She did, she got up as though her master had her on a leash. She revelled in being in the Woman's thrall.

The Woman opened the door that joined the two cars. The junction created a little room, like a wide thin closet. Just wide enough for them to stand next to each other. The door was plexiglass, so they had to crush together so they weren't seen.

But that suited her just find. They were spooning standing up, the Woman's breasts pressing into her back. Their faced pressed together, the skin against skin she longed for. She felt the Woman's hands slide down her clothing till they got to her own skirt. Hands slid down her thighs till she could grab the hem and it was pulled up and tucked into the waistband.

Master forbade her to wear panties, except for special occasions, so she was completely available to the Woman. At least the Woman's body was shielding her, but there could be no mistaking what they were up to.

One hand clasped itself over her mouth — Master must have the Woman how loud she could be. The other pulled her legs apart and began to work her pussy. Her fine fingers sliding around her clit and and the lips of her pussy.

"We don't have much time Whore," she said. She felt the Woman's tongue glide over her lobe and it made her shiver. Two fingers went into her and she shuddered in pleasure.

"You don't want to be late for work, now do you?" She shook her head. Though she would have loved to call in sick and spend the whole day fucking this beautiful Woman, but she knew that wasn't in the cards. She said "no" softly against the Woman's hands.

The Woman drew her fingers out of her pussy and slid them over her clit. So wet and slick, those lovely fingers gliding around all her most sensitive parts. She was clearly an expert, but she was also doing all the little tricks her Master did to her. Squeezing her clit in just the right way, then circling it with a finger. The sudden shock of fingers inside of her, followed by their gentle fucking. Clawed fingers dragged up the lips of her pussy, followed by gentle caresses down.

She could imagine the Woman standing naked, with her Master behind her. He would be showing everything he wanted done to her. Teaching the Woman exactly the way to get her off. Whispering her secrets and fantasies in the Woman's ear. And then when she came, and showed the lessons were learned. Only then would he fuck her properly.

The thought of Master fucking her, watching him gather that black hair up in his hands and pulling her head back as his cock slid in and out of her tight little pussy. Watching his hands spank that round firm ass — leaving his handprints in pink on her pale skin. It was all too much. Should could feel that spring inside of her coiling up. Coiling and tightening until it was ready to explode in her.

"Now be a good slut, and cum for me", the Woman purred into her ear. The Woman bit it just as she pinched her clit and didn't let go.

The pressure of her fingers just increased. She didn't let go, she didn't let up. She didn't pulse her fingers the way Master did. She just kept pinching. It hurt, of course, but it was also intense in a way she couldn't express.

"Cum for me right... NOW!" The Woman demanded, and let go of her clit. As the blood rushed back into her tender spot it was just to much and her legs gave way. She was shuddering in an explosive orgasm. The Woman caught her around the waist and held her up.

She barely had time to recover when she realized she was hearing the driver's garbled words announcing her station. The Woman pulled her skit back into place and smoothed everything back into place.

The Woman opened the door and motioned for her to go first. People were gathering their things and moving towards the doors. They were just two more commuters heading off to work. She squeezed the Woman's hand.

"Get up an hour early tomorrow", the Woman said, "I'm going to drive you to work." Then she leaned in and whispered "And show you why it is good to be awake when the world is still asleep..."