Real – Amtrak encounter (part 2)After resting a while Master said we needed to get dressed because the dinner car attendant would come through the cars to take reservations for dinner (lunch was just show up and sit down, but dinner had reservations). But there would be no rest for me, though I could use it … I had been up since 2am and was not 20 anymore lol. Miss Marie removed the harness from me and removed the plug and placed it in the sink for me to wash. She took the geisha balls and slid them in my cunt, one at a time. I was so wet that they just went in with no effort. Two large balls in total.She then turned to Master and asked for help on how to best put the tack bra on. Master described it to her as follow: have the bitch bend over so her tits hang down freely, undo the two bra straps and place the cups under the tits. Have the bitch support the cup with her hands so they stay below each tit, and then pull up on the bra strap to close it. Have the bitch stand straight and reconnect the two shoulder straps to the bra.It is always a very painful process because of all the tacks that dig into the flesh. If I am unlucky one or more are directly on the nipples and those hurt the most. Then those on the side tend to scrap the skin. When we started my Mistress would stop and lower, try again, readjust but in the end it was just more painful, so she came up with place the cups, pull up, close the straps regardless of pain or discomfort. It is what it is she would say.Miss Marie did well and i was unlucky on one tit, one tack was just above the nipple and it hurt like hell but she did not hesitate. If she did, I don’t remember it at all. Going from being bent over to standing up is also quite painful because the tits do move and sc**** the tacks, and different tacks pierce (not much) the skin. The shoulder straps then pull the upper tacks more into the skin.I then had my summer dress put back on and was allowed to sit next to Master on the couch, my high heels still on my feet.I was so envious of Miss Marie’s youth, her gorgeous young body… I watched her put her blouse and skirt back on, leaving the panties and bras where I had folded them. She sat in front of Master and smiled at him while we all enjoyed the flat country side going by. My tits were in pain but when the train did not jerk too much it was not bad. You would not forget you were wearing a tack bra, but the pain subsided, the body got used to the new normal. Every once in a while I winced and I could see Miss Marie smiling. I did fall asleep and they allowed me some needed rest. I learnt later that they talked about Master mentoring Miss Marie, inviting her to our house when she could and giving her advice, especially on being safe and showing her the difference between play sessions and lifestyle. I woke up when the attendant came to take our reservation… Master said 6pm for 3 people. I had no idea of what time it was. Since I was awake Miss Marie made me give up the couch for her and return to the floor. She was curious about those “ultra high heels” (as she called them) and asked me to put the brown pair on her feet. We were the same size. I remembered to show my submission and kissed her feet before I slowly, gently placed the heels one at a time on her feet. She said it felt uncomfortable because of the high arch (and she was not yet standing up) but it also made her feel powerful. I was always curious that heels can do two things, so opposite in a way. Make a woman feel in charge and powerful; and also make a woman feel vulnerable. She stood up with my help and Master said her legs looked gorgeous, and that he would give her advice on training and would afyon escort help her in person if/when she would visit. She did look gorgeous in them, standing tall and proud.She said she would try them on again later and asked me to remove them before sending me to shower before going to dinner. When I got out of the shower Miss Marie was straddling Master on the couch, the blouse open, his hands groping her beautiful breasts while they kissed each other. She later said he was the oldest person she had been with and enjoyed it, she had always been more into older men than the ones her age.On Master’s order I removed my heels, put on my flats and went to fetch our small carry-on luggage from the downstairs storage rack. It was hard for me, because I knew that if Miss Marie was not with us, he would have done that for us. Because it’s not easy in the stairs and the carry-on feels heavy to someone like me. But instead he was enjoying her body and I would have to do the hard work, and wearing the tack bra. But I obeyed and with a smile. On the way up the stairs I was holding on the handrail with my right hand, left hand holding the small piece of luggage, kind of moving it in front of me with the help of my knee. When the train jerked my body moved to the right hand side and my right tit hit the wall of the staircase and it was excruciatingly painful as several tacks must have dug deeper into my tit. I didn’t scream, a small miracle in itself.I was in a bad mood when I reached the door to our room. Part of being submissive, or a slave, is to recognize our emotions and work on them. It is not about ignoring them but transforming them. I knew on the other side was my Master making out with Miss Marie, a woman half my age. And here I was, in pain, doing service. And I realized this was my role. I had imagined the trip being a certain way and it was not. But I needed to accept it and not be jealous. I was normally not jealous. But with Miss Marie my insecurities surfaced. I knocked on the door and Miss Marie let me in and returned to her spot, on Master’s laps. I opened the suitcase and removed my black dress Master told me to take for the dinner (it was a bit more formal for some people) and I hung it from a rail in the room. I did the same with Master’s dressed up pants and shoes, making sure they were perfect. I took out my make up and put it next to the sink. When Miss Marie saw me getting ready to apply make up she said “make sure you don’t do a half assed job like this morning sweetie, or you will regret it”. I wanted to strangle her lol. I hate the word “sweetie” and I am sure Master told her to use it. But instead I smiled and say yes Miss Marie. And I really applied myself, which is not easy on a moving train. I could hear them talk “When we come back I want you to fuck me, pussy and ass… I have not had a cock in months”. And they both laughed and kissed.Miss Marie then got up and since she had not planned on eating in the dinner she didn’t have fancier clothes to change into, but she looked great in her blouse and skirt, all she had to do was fix her hair and at her young age her beautiful skin didn’t need any make up to look gorgeous. When I was done Miss Marie inspected my work and approved of it and we all went to the dinner car. Dinner was great, the food delicious and we just enjoyed the sunset outside and decided to splurge and split a small bottle of wine. I didn’t know how the whole sleeper car system worked, but Master had talked to the attendant earlier and asked for more towels and for both bed bunks (one on top of each other) to be made, with extra pillows and blankets. So when we returned the beds were made escort afyon (attendant don’t like making them too late so they can get some rest as well). We chatted for a while and Master said he needed to check his emails one more time but he wanted to show Miss Marie something that she could enjoy during the short time he would be working. He had me strip naked – except for the tack bra – and switched my heels to the brown ones. My calves were getting quite a workout. Master told Miss Marie to play with the bra and then remove it when she wanted to. Miss Marie was quite intrigued by it and she was cautious to not hurt me in a bad way, but she would poke and push. She asked Master for the best way to remove the bra and he said … however you want. And it was true, there was no good or easier way to remove it. Regardless of the position, the tacks that had dug in the flesh had to come out and there was no easy way. Some were around the nipples, some around the tits. So Miss Marie decided to try to same position as when we put the bra on. But this time she wanted me to put my arms through the shoulder loops, so she had to pull on each which hurt me even more. With the strap removed the bra was not falling on its own, again because the tacks were gripping the skin. Miss Marie had to look to find her panties (we had left all the lingerie out, only packing the toys before going to dinner) and the attendant had put them on the bed. Miss Marie then gagged me with them. She stood in front of me, took each side of the strap in her hands and pulled it down firmly. The pain was intense. The knees almost gave way but she held me up, hugging me. She was impressed by what I had endured and how my tits looked at the moment. No blood, but a lot of little poking marks. Kneel and relax a bit was her next order and she placed herself next to Master on the couch.When Master was done and put his laptop to the side, he had me stand and he placed one set of clamps next to my nipple (on the aureola) and the other set on the other side of the nipple. I knew exactly what was coming. The two chains were close to each other, hanging down in front of me. He then took one of my black heels and put it over the chain, which it pulled down. The other shoe joined this one and there I was, a shoe display. Miss Marie loved how the heels were pulling on the clamps and got up to take a closer look. She would pinch the clamps themselves, make me bend over slightly, tug on the shoes … while Master did the work he needed. After a while Master placing himself behind me and put his hand on my mouth. He told Miss Marie to take one shoe and twist the heel once around the chain, and do the same with the other shoe and the other chain. Once done she was to grab them securely and pull them swiftly. Mistress did that to me a lot and it hurts like hell. 4 clamps sliding off the body at once. Miss Marie did not say anything, she just kept the chains tight and waited. I was looking down, preparing for the pain… unsure why Miss Marie was waiting. My eyes went up and met hers and that is when she pulled on them. She wanted me to see her giving me the pain. Master put his other arm around my body to prevent me from falling, the pain was so intense. Miss Marie kissed me and told me how impressed by me she was. We all sat down relaxing. I started cleaning the tacks, one at a time. Miss Marie turned to Master and told him that while her tits are much bigger, she would like to try the tack bra and know how it feels. He told he it was a great idea and that a Dominant should know how painful things are, it makes them better. All the jealousy I felt before was gone in that instant. afyon escort bayan All of a sudden I had a lot of respect for her, because of wanting to feel what I felt. For me she was being responsible, wanted to learn, to seriously learn what it takes to be a real dominant, a safe one.I did warn her that because her breasts were much bigger, even closing the strap on the first hooks would put a lot of pressure on the tacks. She understood and wanted to experience it like I did, but not for the same length of time. Master helped her and we reminded her to keep breathing and focus on that. The first time was a false start though, when she felt the first tacks digging in she said stop and we did stop. But she was a trooper, she took a breath and said let’s try again. This time she took the pain and I manager to close the hooks of the main strap. We both helped her stand straight and then put on the shoulder straps. She understood the pain, and experienced for herself how it decreased over a few minutes of wearing bra, but then would give sharp reminders when the train jerked, especially side to side. After removing the bra (I believe she kept it on 15 minutes or so) Master told me to prepare Miss Marie for a good fuck, so I started kissing her feet, legs, and then kissed her breasts and went to her – already wet – pussy, licking it. In the small space that is the bedroom, I laid down on the floor, Miss Marie was kneeling up above my face and started sucking on Master’s cock. I could see that at times she also titty fucked him which he loved. She then took various positions (I don’t remember the sequence of things to be honest) while she was being fucked. I remember licking her feet while she was on her back or on hands and knees. Master also gave me the pleasure of fucking me and alternating. When he was close to finishing her took her asshole and she was tight and even with lube had a hard time taking it but she did. When he pulled out I removed the condom and he cummed over out tits and faces. We were all exhausted and took turns showering before just sitting, chatting and enjoying the lights of the cities in the distance.It is one of those times we did not mind the train being delayed because we could sleep a bit more and enjoy breakfast in the morning. We did not have other “play” sessions before arriving to St Louis the next morning, except for me showing respect to Miss Marie and for her and Master to fuck while I watched. We left Miss Marie on the train and said we would keep in touch, and we did.—Some notes … We are still in touch with Miss Marie and she is doing well. Master asked me to write my recollection of this trip, because this is a once in a lifetime and because we have not been able to see her in months now due to Covid-19.When I was her age I don’t think I would have dared joining a couple on this wild, crazy adventure. I was even more reserved and shy than Miss Marie was. But I am glad she did, we have made an amazing friend, someone intelligent, kind who is loving this journey of discovery. Master, Mistress and myself and helping her along the way.She has come visit us in Houston quite a few times and we have met her in San Antonio when we would go there. I always submit to her when she comes to our house and Master has used me to demonstrate a lot of techniques, from obedience, high heel training to impact play. Master had to remind Miss Marie a few times to trust herself and do what she wants, instead of asking him for “permission”. She has apologized to me a few times after giving me pain … which lead to me calling her a “polite sadist” lol. I may write other souvenirs I have of her visits to Houston (we don’t play in San Antonio since she lives in an apartment with a roomate).This year we had planned another Amtrak trip this time from San Antonio to Chicago, the 4 of us (Mistress joining) but Covid-19 forced us to postpone it.