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ONCE UPON A TRAIN RIDE

It was cold.
It was dark out and this is Chicago the night before Thanksgiving.
The wind was gusting, tipping the scales towards 60 mph.
And I am standing on the platform waiting for the Metra train to arrive.

I was on my way to visit my friends downstate for the Holiday.
As an employee of the railroad I was “Dead heading”, this was a perk the railroad allowed us.
We could travel for free anytime we wanted.

I knew today the train was going to be crowded with everyone trying to get to home to see friends and family.
As I boarded the train I discovered just how right I was.
The train was filling up fast and people were scrambling for a seat.

Picking a seat at the rear of the last car I waited to see who I would be my seat mate for the next three and a half hours or so as we made our way to Springfield.
Oh please not the three hundred pound guy headed down the aisle. Read more »

Finally home.” I say as I breathe in the fresh and slightly frigid air into my lungs.
Stepping out onto my porch I survey the land around me that I have missed these months
being in the hospital with my son. The trees that were just starting to grow their leaves and
turn green when we entered into the hospital have now gone bare and reach up into the stark
sky like long fingers seeking to find something to hold on to in order to keep their perch here
upon this Earth. I smile as Zacharia wheels up behind me and onto the porch. This is the way
life is meant to be; my son and I living our best life together finally making memories that don’t
involve nurses, or IV poles, or doctors constantly walking in and out of the room. To some this
is a little existence, but to me this is what I have been waiting for; a chance to live my life and
find my happiness.
The sun is sinking down behind the house as Z and I and go back into the house.
Nicholas has moved out to live with Sidney and Ben has followed his heart to California to
finally be with his kitten. It’s just me and him tonight and soon he will be tucked into bed in
his room with his little Tolliman sleeping soundly next to him. I take Z into his room and we
work on our nightly routine of cathing and medicines and feeding being set up and get him
tucked into bed. I kiss him and tell him that I love him and how happy I am that we are both
home where we belong. He smiles and echoes the same sentiment. I leave his room and crack
the door and go to my room.
Preparing myself for bed always feels me with sadness and loneliness. “This is the life
you chose.” I have to remind myself several times. I slip out of my clothes and go into the
bathroom and look at myself critically in the mirror. I see the stretch marks, the scars, the big
stomach and the rolls and I know that I am destined to be alone forever. When I began this
journey into the world of BDSM, when I finally got strong enough to tell Neal that the marriage
was over and needed to find me and my happiness, I had such high hopes. As the months have
worn on and I still have not found what I am looking for however those hopes have slowly
dimmed and I have finally accepted that I will be lonely for life.
I slip into the shower as the tears begin to fall. The tears of regrets, of sadness, of
loneliness, of helplessness, cascade down my cheeks and mingle with the water and go down
the train. A small smile touches my lips as I start to remember one of the Daddies that I had
met along the way. He was the one that I thought would be it. I loved him and probably love
him still but my needs were more than he could handle and we agreed that something between
us just would not happen. With a heavy sigh I pick up the shampoo and begin to lather my
long red hair, contemplating on getting it cut but then decide as it flows down my back, this is
one thing I actually like about me. I am in the middle of rinsing my hair when the lights in the
bathroom start to flicker. I try to remember if I got the electric bill paid this month but once
again it is one of those adult things that I just didn’t ever want to have to do but now I am
forced to take care of. The lights blink back on and I breathe a sigh of relief. I feel a cool
breeze enter into the shower with me as I turn to pick up the conditioner and finish out my
shower. I shudder and turn around, but nothing seems out of place. “Wishful thinking” I say
to myself. A kink of mine has always been to be kidnapped but at this point I have resigned
myself that this will never happen to me. I shrug and finish up my shower. I step out of the
shower and back into the bathroom, again a cool breeze touches my skin and leaves
goosebumps in its wake. As I stand in front of the bathroom mirror the lights suddenly go off.
I feel around the bathroom until I find the light switch. I flick it on and off and the
room still stays dark. I sigh as I begin to think that maybe indeed, I didn’t get the light bill
paid for after all. I walk out of the dark bathroom and into my equally dark and quiet
bedroom. This room definitely feels much cooler than when I started my shower. I start to try
and adjust my eyes to the darkness to look for anything out of place, when suddenly things are
much much much darker as a blindfold is placed over my eyes and tied securely behind my
head. I go to scream but a hand quickly slaps me across the face hard enough to disorient me for a moment and by the time I have my self back enough to scream there is a gag already
placed between my lips and no sound is coming out. I feel myself being pushed onto my
stomach on my bed. I struggle and try to turn over, try to move either the blindfold or the gag
but nothing happens. I hear someone whispering to someone else. The accent sounds familiar
but I can’t place it. Suddenly I feel a searing jolt of pain as something is rammed up my ass
fast and hard. “Miss me, pet?” a jeering Irish voice whispers into my ear as again I am rammed
hard and painful. “Did you really think I was going to let this end so easily?” “I told you that
were mine forever and I motherfucking meant every time I said that.” His voice assaults my
ears as he continues going harder and harder into me. Letting every ounce of rage, he has at
the way things ended be pounded into me. “I am here for you and for my son.” “You belong to
me, with me pet. The choice isn’t yours anymore!” He roars this last statement as he cums
into my ass…” this is just the first part of claiming what is mine you little slut, you aren’t ready
for what comes next, trust me.”
I whimper as tears slide down my cheeks from underneath the blindfold. I feel myself
being pulled up onto shaking legs. I try to stop myself from being dragged but it is no use as
there are two of them. One on each side of me and I am dragged back into my bathroom. I
hear the lid of the toilet bowl being lifted and the distinct sound of someone urinating. I turn
to run out of the bathroom but I am held fast by the one of the men who is not urinating into
my toilet at the moment. He carries me over to the toilet bowl and I am being pushed head
first down into the bowl. I struggle as hard as I can but it is no use, he is too strong for me as
he shoves my head down into his urine in the bowl. “I warned you many times pet that this
was your fate. That I was not empty threats, do you believe me now?” I try to answer but the
gag is still in my mouth now soaked in the urine so every time I breathe in my mouth, I breathe
in the urine-soaked gag. “Answer me you little slutty pet!” he shouts at me, but I can not
answer and this makes him chuckle darkly “I guess that urine soaked gag has you unable to
say anything, I rather like that you can’t brat at me right now, I think we will leave it in for a
while, my pet, my fucktoy, my princess, mine, mine, mine and nobody else’s…ever!” He allows
me to stand back up and tells me to walk back into my bedroom, meekly I bow my head and he
leads me back into the bedroom.
I hear chains being rattled on my bed and I cringe at what this means. I gave him
access to my internet weeks ago, I shudder at the thought of what he has been reading and
what is coming my way. “Onto the bed pet, now.” His tone brooks no argument and I swiftly
comply knowing this is not the time to be a brat and be disobedient. This is a time to be a
good girl and take what I have earned and I have earned a lot. I think back over the text
messages, the TikTok messages and the Reddit postings I have made and I feel as if my whole
body goes into convulsions. I know I am not ready for what he has in store. I start to really
struggle this time, trying to lunge off of the bed before I can get chained to it, trying to throw
my weight to one side, to fall off the bed, but nothing works. I am held down and made
immobile. I feel the cold metal of a ring being clamped around one wrist and then the other,
then the legs. I buck and I twist and I turn but nothing works to free me. I am kidnapped in
my own house. “Time for Daddy to have some fun” I hear him say darkly and then I hear
nothing.
The sharp sting of a harsh slap across my naked breasts wakes me up. And I cringe
from the pain. “I didn’t say you could sleep, pet.” “We have a lot of unfinished business that we
need to sort out.” “Starting with every motherfucking message you sent to another man. I told
you that you were mine. That no man would ever have you.” “Apparently someone needs a
reminder of this little fact.” “I am going to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you. I am going to
ruin you so that no other man will ever touch what belongs to me.” He grits out between
clenched teeth. One finger is thrust painfully into me “aww look who is wet, my little pet.”
“Mmmmm Daddy likes that pet; he likes that you are wet for him.” “That your little tight cunt
is weeping with joy that Daddy has come to claim what belongs to him.” I try to push away to move away from the finger that is thrust into me but it is no use. Another sharp sting
comes across my breast. “I told you are mine, no matter what you do, you will NEVER get
away from me, not motherfucking ever.” And this he punctuates with another finger thrust
into me and another sharp slap across my breasts. My whole-body stings with pain and need
and desire. It hums with fear and adrenaline as I both want and dread the claiming that is
coming.
I hear my bedroom door open and close as I now realize that Daddy and I are alone.
Yes, I admit to myself this is Daddy. The daddy that I wanted but the daddy that I gave up
almost an entire month ago. I have been talking to other daddies since then trying to find the
one that is mine, the one that I need but so far it is all just talk and nothing that has inspired
the feelings that Daddy did. His fingers continue to jab into me bringing me both pain and
pleasure at the same time. I breath harder and harder breathing in the still soaked gag with
his urine on it. “That’s it pet, breathe in my taste, smell who owns you” I feel myself begin to
convulse with an orgasm when suddenly he yanks fingers from my body. “Did you honestly
think that I was going to allow you any sort of pleasure out of this. You are my fucktoy, mine to
use as I please and you, pet, have a lot to make up for” Disappointedly I crash back down to
Earth. I try to adjust myself to being yanked back from the brink of pleasure but it is hard. I
am just coming to terms with my loss when his long thick hard cock thrusts into me, hard and
fast, no warning at all. I squeal as he feels like he is literally tearing me in half. My breathing
coming out ragged behind the gag, the blindfold now soaked with my tears. “I am going to fuck
you rough and hard for every man that you thought you could talk to when you belong to me,
slut. For every man that you called daddy or that you followed orders from” “I am going to
make you cum so hard that you wont walk for days. Your body is mine pet, your soul mine pet,
you are mine.” Each statement is said with a harder and more forceful thrust from him. There
is no longer pleasure with his punishment, now it is pain just searing blinding pain. My mind
tries to shut out the pain, but each time I feel myself slip into blissful darkness, a sting erupts
across my chest as he slaps me to keep me aware of what he is doing to my body. The way he
is ravaging it, the way he is laying claim. In my mind there is no way I belong to another, not
ever again.
He continues this pain, this torture until with final thrust and roar he pulls out and
sprays my face and my body with his cum. “Rub it in pet, know who owns you, the only man
who will ever own you.” He leans over and unchains my hands so that I can do as he has told
me to. I comply as quickly as I can, I am too exhausted and weak to fight back right now. He
rechains my wrists and I lay there weakly whimpering as I can not do anything else at the
moment. I feel him get off of the bed and hear the scraping of a chair along my bedroom floor.
“I need to see your eyes for this next part, pet.” He leans over and takes the blindfold away
from my eyes. I blink against the harsh light as miraculously the light has been restored. It is
then that I notice he didn’t even fully undress for his claiming of me. He has no shirt on, but
his pants still remain in tact except for the long still dripping cock hanging out of them. He
sits in a chair that he has pulled close to the bed and pulls some papers out of backpack. My
eyes widen as I begin to hear him read all of the texts that I had been sending back and forth
since we decided, or maybe it was more me than him had decided that we wouldn’t work. I
cringe at some of the words that I had said, some of the empty promises that I had made. He
continues to read one text message after another in a low monotone voice. “Well, pet, what do
you have to say for yourself” and before I can even begin to think of a reply, he throws the
papers at me turns back to me with a feral glint in his eye. “Nothing, there is nothing you can
say pet, nothing to say that can atone for this betrayal.” “There is only one thing that can
happen now and that is to assure you that you are mine, pet, mine, and you belong to me for
now and always.” “You will suffer for days for the anguish and the hurt you have caused me
over this month as I tracked and watched each time you texted someone that wasn’t me.” As
you promised him what is mine and what will ALWAYS be mine pet. Iwill use your body in ways that you never even imagined, my little slut.” “You will
bleed for me before I am finished claiming you, you will be so mind fucked that the only words
that you will be to even think about uttering will be, Yes Daddy, I am yours to use as you
please.” As a matter of fact pet lets start practicing that now.” He gets up from the chair and
removes the gag from my mouth. I move my mouth trying to get feeling back into my very sore
jaw. He moves to remove the chains with a warning, “don’t even think about anything other
that being mine, pet..you wont like the consequences AT ALL.” He removes the chains from my
legs and wrists and pulls me off of the bed and onto my knees in front of him. He chains me
into place. “Now pet, repeat after me, I am yours Daddy to use as you please.” And if I don’t like
how, you say it there will be consequences. It is time that you learn that there are
consequences for every action that you take.” I begin to repeat what he said when he thrusts
his long, rock-hard cock down my tender throat. I gag as it hits the back of my throat. “Now
pet, I am waiting, repeat the words that I told you.” I try repeating them as best as I can but his
cock blocks the sounds from coming out of my throat. “Tsk, tsk, pet, I cant hear you, and it
seems that someone has not been doing their gag reflex training” I claw at his leg as it is
starting to get dark around my vision. He pulls out of my throat and I gasp and cough for air.
“Say it pet, right fucking now.” Trembling I look up at him and I repeat what is to become my
new mantra in life, “I am yours Daddy for you to use as you please.” “Good girl” he says as he
pets my head and then rams his cock back down my throat. We repeat this until he cums in
my mouth and makes sure that I swallow every drop of him.
Hours have passed since our reunion. I am a weak, exhausted mess, huddled on the
floor sleeping on and off at Daddy’s feet. He pets my head absentmindedly as he works on a
laptop that he brought with him. “Is it time to take care of my son?” he asks me, I see the sun
rising and I nod yes, “Peeeetttt, what did I tell you are the only ways to answer me? Do we
need a reminder so soon?” I quickly sit up and tell him yes Daddy that it is time to start the
day with Z. He helps me to stand on shaking legs and finds me clothes to put on. He dresses
me and unlocks my bedroom door. Longingly I look at the front door as I leave my bedroom,
but quickly look back down as I notice Daddy watching me. I trudge to Z’s bedroom and paste
on my brightest smile and begin my new life as Daddy’s little fucktoy and his sex slave.
Sometimes we should be careful what we wish for