The 16:55 Train from Red Grove to Veiled Valley is delayed by 30 minutes.
“This is the epitome of luxury and thirty minute delays. Pitiful.”
“We apologize for the inconvenience of this Madam, but while you wait, may I take your bags to your deluxe suite?” the stewardess asked.
“No it’s ok, he can handle it. A pot of tea would be nice though, thank you.”
“Of course,” the stewardess smiled, and disappeared.
“Carry these bags to the suite, unpack my vanity items only, I’ll be in shortly.”
She relaxed into the polished teak furniture of the dining car seats, tapping her leather boot on the soft emerald and gold carpets, annoyed. Well, now she had time, time to play.
“Your tea, Madam.”
“Thank you, this is fine.” She barely touched the tea and marched to her Deluxe Suite as the stewardess scurried off. Furnished like a little palace; luxe woven Indian textiles and abundance of gold, it was like something from ancient times. And there he was, now “she” and her obedient sissy neatly unpacking and arranging the makeup and fragrances on the vanity.
Her gaze shot up, and she rushed to sit on the bed awaiting further instruction.
“Do you see what a pretty girl you are. This dress complements your shape quite well. Take it off.” the white buttons came undone, revealing a red two piece lingerie set.
“Stand up, turn around and give Daddy a show.”
Looking down, then lifting her gaze slowly, she started to sway her hips and caress her thighs with her hands. She hadn’t moved away from the door which was still half open. Spinning around, she flayed her hands, hugging herself, and moving them down to the small of back to emphasis the curves of her rear. Her fingers traveled slowly to cup her cheeks. Then back up to unclasp the bra, and turned back around…
“Stop! Stop!” she bellowed, “Did I give you permission to remove any other items of clothing?”
She shook her head in disappointment, as she brushed past her sissy to reach for something in her leather bag then sit on the bed, legs open.
“Come, bend over! Ass to the door.” she dragged her feet, feeling small.
“Daddy, I’m sorry.” she mumbled. The whip cracked. She squealed.
“I misbehaved, did some things I know I shouldn’t do” she croaked.
“I touched myself, even though you told me not to” she confessed.
“You commanded me to wait for you I tried” she cooed.
“But I can smell you on my sheets” she moaned.
Her leather gloves, she’d slipped them off.
“Taste you on my skin so vividly” she murmured, her braids dancing and teasing his back.
“Daddy I disobeyed you!” she mouthed, just barely, clenching.
She’d abandoned all devices and was going at it with just her hand now. More cheek to cover, and her sissy braced herself.
“Please, punish me!” she wailed and whimpered under her chest.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The door was still open, she was rubbing her sissy’s cheeks gently, playing with the red panties. Slipping her fingers in and out of them, pulling them into a painful wedgie and massaging her back simultaneously. This went for what felt like forever. Sissy wondered if anyone saw or heard what was going on in their room and it added to her excitement.
“I brought your pillow from home and I want you to ride it until I get back. I need tea now.”
“Yes Daddy. Thank you.”
The clickety-clack of the train announced it’s departure and the journey to Veiled Valley began.