Ticket to Reality (Closed for justmethatswho)

[ManlyUsername]

The B train was far from the quickest option to get him back to his penthouse. But tonight the ride was part of his entertainment. Matt Langford was a student of people. A watcher, always vigilante, always absorbing the interactions that played out around him every day. You couldn’t write believable characters unless you knew people. Matt knew people.

“No...No...Listen you are fully aware of my position on this...Yes, I’m sure your estimates are accurate, I just don’t care...Yes, I am going to just ‘leave that money on the table’” He laughed then. “No, I’m not annoyed with you. I find your tenacity comendable. Call me again when we get a solid delivery date from the printers.”

Book four of the ‘Songs of Our Fathers' series was set to release in about a month and once again Matt’s publisher was pushing him to do a book signing tour. She was beating a dead horse. Notoriously reclusive, one magazine had called him, which was pretty laughable given he spent very little time at home. He simply valued his privacy.

A picture of the author had never been included on one of his covers, and he never made appearances. His social media presence was non-existent. So ‘Martin Lang’, his nom de plume, author of a fantasy series which consistently lingered in the middle of the Best Seller lists, was a bit of a mystery. It might have cost him some sales, but he liked it that way. Besides, he could afford to lose a few sales.

His usual spot was in the back of the train car. The better to have a full view of the people coming and going. But tonight there had been few passengers of particular interest so far. Time for a bit of distraction from his studies.

With practiced ease he pulled up LibErotic.com on his phone, logging in under his second nom de plume, MrSir. LibErotic was a site full of the most low brow, amateur smut on the internet. Matt loved it, and as 'MrSir,' had published twenty two brief stories on the site to date and had a number of fans.

Tonight however, he was interested in one fan in particular, and a small grin crossed his face as he opened his inbox to see a new message from her. A review of sorts on his latest story. He raised an eyebrow and his pulse quickened just a bit. Her feedback was never disappointing. The stories were competent at best. Short, simple, and usually rushed. Not the type of writing Matt did when a paycheck was on the line. But they were raw with emotion and lust and usually quite graphic.

She appreciated this, and was always quite descriptive in detailing just how the stories affected her. It was an incredible turn on. He tapped out a quick reply.

Glad you enjoyed it.
How was your day? Done with work?
What are you up to?​

They had begun corresponding quite a bit as of late, and he was hopeful tonight he could spark a conversation. With any luck, he might be able to bring out her naughty side. The train squealed to a stop and he put his attention to the inevitable exchange of passengers. Well...this looks interesting.

 

[justmethatswho]

Belinda "elle" Jansen was now part of the commuter crowd. She had been for several years as she worked her way up quickly from a intern at Hyde, a well known venture capital firm. As she stood awaiting her train, she recalled her upbringing, in a small midwest town, her time at Vanderbilt where she received her business major. Growing up she vowed to get out of her small town life, for the big city. Though, now she missed it, the small town, the people and friends. The simple hello's walking down main street.

On her short walk from her office to the train, no one said a word to her, it was hard to believe with so many people so close, one could feel so alone. Though Elle also knew this was the life she chose, she wanted and worked for it. She did not yearn for anything now she could not have, well financially that is. Though, personal life was an entire different world.

Elle ached to get home, for her time, her online time. She was not a gamer, more of a voyeur of her secret erotic world. The train door opened and like a lemming she shuffled with the tight crowd. She had gotten used to the glancing touches close to her body, few were little more than a result of the close crowd, though she was certain some were stolen feels. Today was little different. She found a place, her back against the wall, she lifted her phone. Typically she waited, but today she could not.

She was hopeful and curious that there was a new story from her favorite writer, MrSir. She typed in her screen name Baise Jouet, it was french and sounded sexy and it was. The name also was her hidden craving to be the toy. It was just a fantasy, she would never act upon it.

Baise Jouet was her third screen name, starting innocent with Dani .. then elle and finally Baise Jouet ... or BJ as MrSir called her at times. She had just reviewed his latest story, the stories where elle put herself in the female characters place. Sadly there was no new story today, but a message from MrSir, that made her smile.

She typed in her response.

"hello MrSir,


Thank you, for making my day. I really enjoy your stories, though you know that. As for me just another boring long long day and now commuting home. How about you MrSir, how was your day ... any new stories to review"

your,
Baise Jouet"

 

[ManlyUsername]

Young business professional from the look of her. Smartly dressed. A grin crossed his face. Quite smart. It checked all the HR boxes. Skirt an appropriate length. Shirt and vest, not too revealing. Simple pumps. But the skirt was a bit tighter than it needed to be. The first few buttons on the shirt were undone, and the heels were a little taller than most would find practical for all day wear. This woman was used to being noticed, and he dared say she probably liked it, or at the very least found it useful.

It seemed that he was not the only one who's attention the young woman had attracted. A pair of men in dayglow yellow t-shirts, covered by the grime of a long workday, came in immediately behind the young woman. Both were clearly taking in the view. Matt raised an amused eyebrow when one made his move. He sidestepped unnecessarily, putting her in his path. His arm swung wide just as she turned to take her seat, causing the back of his hand to merely graze her hip instead of brushing against her ass which was obviously the intended target.

His companion made sure to procure a set of seats from which they could keep her in view. A bit of light entertainment after a day of...what? Road construction maybe? Matt catalogued them in the evening's cast of characters. Male lust at its most basic. It would be interesting to see how closely they fit the old cliches of TV and movies.

For her part, the woman seemed oblivious. Like most riders she was almost immediately on her phone. Just another passenger lost to the world of electronic distraction. Matt could not preach, he spent his fair share of time on the internet as well. But it would be a shame if she just stared at her phone the whole ride.

Then something on her phone made her smile. He took a moment to think about how uncommon that had become. He wondered what he might see if he could zoom in on the tiny squares of blue light reflected on her very businesslike glasses.

His own phone buzzed. Then he smiled himself. His little BJ had already responded to his message.

BJ,
Pleased to see you online. I was worried I would be bored tonight.

I have an idea kicking around in my head. Not sure if it is too dark. Perhaps I will give you a sneak peek and you can let me know.

So how does a city girl such as yourself ‘commute’?

MrSir​

 

[justmethatswho]

Elle had felt the hand upon glaze her ass, she also knew it was beat not to react then comment, so she continued on as if she felt nothing. When in fact the strange contruction mans touch had pushed the satin lining of her skirt against the bare cheeks of her ass. She thought to herself, how she had found the joys of good lingeire, skimpy panties and thongs, with matching bras and bustiers.

As she sat, she was well aware of that man who had touched her and his friend. It was obvious both worked in some type of construction, which did not bother her, she quizzed herself in her mind how she would react if either found the courage to approach her. In her mindful confidence she smiled soflty and returned her attention to her phone, though also lifting her hair a bit back to indicate she was wearing earbuds and oblivious to the comments around her.

she was parusing the stories on liberotic, disappointed there was no new story from MrSir, though there were several others which she read the quick notes in an effort to judge if any was worthy of reading.

As she was reading a review she noticed a new message, though waited a few moments before responding.

"MrSir,

You have made my day .. even a simple hello from you makes my day.

I would love to here more of your thought ... maybe a story line .. you know the ones I like.

For me .. well public transportation .. a car makes little sense in the city .. I am too cheap to take an uber daily .. so it is me with the lemmings on the train this day.

baise jouet"

elle sat her legs, crossed, her left pump dangling from her toe as she arched her foot. She knew she should wear more comfortable shoes after the office, though she despises the walking shoe look with a skirt. Though in time, she had gotten used to walking in the city in heels. It had not even occurred to her, how open she had been, not thinking that just the mention of commuting by train would greatly reduce the location of her. As typically she had shared very little of her real life with Mr Sir.

 

[justmethatswho]

oops silly me double post.

 

[ManlyUsername]

*** Vince and Tony ***
Vince stared at the woman he had been watching ever since they reached the platform, with her fancy high heel dangling half off of her foot. Damn those legs.

"You fuckin' seeing this?" He whispered to his friend.

Tony rolled his eyes at him and whispered back.. "Yeah, I saw her. I'm just not so obvious about it."

"I would pound that ass all night!"

"Right." Tony laughed at him. "Dude, you'd blow your load before she could finish saying 'Is it in yet?'

********************

The two workmen spoke in hushed tones, more than covered by the noisy train. Both were checking out the well dressed business woman. One was just much more subtle about it.

Matt couldn't blame them. He found his own eyes drawn to her as well. She dangled one of her pumps off her delicate foot. He found it oddly enticing. Was it intentional? Again she looked at her phone and smiled. Quite a lovely smile.

He went back to watching the passengers until his phone buzzed again. His BJ, enthusiast as always. It was probably wrong that he already thought of her as 'his' but something told him their association was escalating quickly.

He thought for a moment on what he knew about his mystery pen pal. He had gleaned she was some sort of business woman. She had also related a couple of stories about unwanted attentions, so it was likely she was at least moderately attractive.

He glanced again at the two workmen, one with his eyes pausing far too long on the young woman far too frequently. The thought it inspired amused him. The chances his guess was right were better than 50/50 he surmised. And right or wrong the cryptic question would make for a fun flirty message.

BJ
I will send you a draft. Just a beginning. I'm worried the level of domination involved could be seen as 'rapey'.

The train! One of my favorite places to people watch.

Have you spotted him yet?
​

 

[justmethatswho]

The men in the yellow vests were near impossible to miss. Elle could see the peaks they looked at her in her peripheal vision. Being a woman in the city she had quickly learned to be observant of those around her. Though she did not here, she saw their whispers, looks and smiles. She though, kept her eyes on her phone, reading her message from MrSir. Her heel still dangled on her toe, a moment of relief from the heels before her short walk home.

She then ran her finger across her screen to message MrSir Back

"MrSir,

I would be honored to preview your next story .. Though rapey ... not certain what you mean ... well I think .. but cannot read your mind. But yes, I would preview it and as always give you my perspective.

Yes, the city makes for good people watching .. the train .. well puts us all in a confined spot for a moment in time.

If by him, you mean who is watching me .. well yes .. today though there are 2 .. construction workers I think ... well at least 1.5 are glancing my way .. one cannot stop his glimpses .. the other looks .. but not like the one.

baise jouet

ps: if I may ask MrSir .. I am sure you have many fans .. why is it me you chat with."

elle hit send, setting her phone down, she looked up and the men looked away hurriedly. Her mind thinking the last time she had been with a man ... oh that was long ago ... for a moment she day dreamed ... of them two .. her .. them taking her.

As if on cue the train stopped, the crowd shuffled and elle was pulled from her moment of curiosity.

As for me .. well my attention is on you at this moment ...

 

[ManlyUsername]

Would she decipher the meaning of his question he wondered? He was suddenly struck by the nature of the situation. Like two parallel universes. Here he sat, watching a beautiful woman on the train, clearly engrossed in an online conversation, under the watchful eye of two lustful men.

Was it another man, on another train with which she was sharing her conversation? Was he asking her if she was aware of her admirers just as he had asked his BJ? The woman finished another exchange. A moment later, Matt's phone buzzed. The tiniest itch started at the back of his brain.

He chuckled slightly. She was quick his BJ. She had understood the meaning of the question immediately.

"You are clever one my baise jouet".

He took just a moment to appreciate the phrasing.

"There is always at least one isn't there.

To your question. I like you because you are quick witted, and we are obviously of a like mind. But a writer's purpose is to invoke emotion, passion if you will, and frankly, your reviews never fail to make my pulse race.

Back to your two friends. Should we tease them? We could make game of it.

If you would indulge me a horrible old cliche...what are you wearing?

 

[justmethatswho]

It was not long and her phone was buzzing again. Elle eagerly looked to the screen to read the comment of her message friend.

She read the pleasantries, appreciating his kind words. Knowing he was as good of a friend as she had in this city, even if he was only online. Though as she read on, he pushed a button he had not before. Interaction, playing online, beyond the general banter the two had. Her heart raced, some from disappointing anger and some from curiosity.

As she read on, he next asked what she was wearing, she rolled her eyes at the typical male comment. Elle then slid her phone into he purse uncertain if she would respond at the moment. Knowing it would be hastily written and she would regret her words later.

Still, elle could not stop herself from pulling her phone back from her purse only a couple minutes later.

After some thought, she wondered of his writer comment, she was aware his writings were much better than others on the site and wondered if he wrote beyond his musings on liberotic.

"MrSir,

Yes, clever I am, though not everyone understands or appreciates my cleverness and humor.

Though my reviews are simply my honest thoughts, unfiltered. Thoughts few beyond myself will ever know. The secrecy of being strangers online, provides more openness than I typically provide. For my real world I have chosen, is far from home and alone.

Your request surprises me. It was not expected as though we have messaged many times, never once had you sought more than my feedback and banter. In the privacy of my home I am much more confident and willing, though at this moment, I am on a train,, a crowded train and in public. Though maybe you are a voyeur, who likes to watch or in this case read of your subjects indiscretions.

As for your last typical male request. Did I mention typical man type request? I thought you were deeper and more creative than that MrSir.

Still I will satisfy your needs, answer your question or at least tell you what you want to hear.

Though it is only late late afternoon, I am wearing a tight latex micro dress, with matching 5" platform heels fastened by a buckle at each ankle, a collar which tells the world I am a slut, bright red lipstick upon my lips, my hair pulled back into a pony tail. Oh and nothing under. After all what else would baise jouet wear?



baise jouet

ps: For real as I am heading to my apartment after a long days work, I am wearing a fashionable suit. Grey skirt just above my knee, a white blouse I may have unbuttoned one button too far as from the right view, hints of my bra can be seen, my panties match my bra, its a set you know. oh yes and a vest that matches my skirt. The matching coat is in my backpack, as it is a bit warm today. On my feet, black pumps, 3-4", yes I wear heels, I think flats or walking shoes look terrible with a business skirt. Oh and my feet do feel the aches of a day in heels.

In your mind you can pick how I am dressed, in reality."

elle pushed send and sat back into her seat on the train, though she looked up for a second and smiled at the two men in the yellow vests across from her. For only a millisecond, before closing her eyes.

 

[ManlyUsername]

******* Tony *******
Up and down, up and down. Now that she sat with her eyes closed, Tony was a little bolder about starting. Unlike Vince, he didn't like to appear so crass as to ogle every woman he came across. But those feet. The sleek high heel pump dangled in the air on the tips of her delicate toes.

Truth be told, he hadn't even seen her toes. But a woman in such good shape, well dressed. They were no doubt perfectly manicured. Would she enjoy having them played with? Sucked on?
********************

It took some time for BJ to respond this time. Cause for concern, or simple distraction? In another odd coincidence, his mystery woman's conversation seemed to have chilled as well. When the message finally did arrive he furrowed his brow.

That had not landed at all as he had predicted it seemed.

"BJ,

Something in your casual description of your admirers led me to believe you took some pleasure in the attention.

I thought you might enjoy exploring that further. My wardrobe enquiry was purely in the interest of aiding in that endeavor.

I obviously misread the situation."

Matt was feeling very much out of sorts. Seems he had made quite a mess of the situation. A moment's hindsight and he realized his first message had been an excuse, not an apology.

"You have my thanks for reminding me I am not the master student of human behavior I sometimes think I am.

I have offended you, and for that I am truly sorry. I shall not make such advances in the future. Please forgive a horny old man.

P.S.
The second outfit sounds considerably more sexy.

MrSir"

 

[justmethatswho]

elle sat her eyes closed for some time as she picked up on the conversation of the two construction workers across from her. One more eager than a school boy, the other more quiet and kind she was certain.

She sat, thinking how in today's world women were to find such looks and words as hurtful, abusive and so much more than words were. At the end of this train ride, when she departed it would be over. Looks and words did not hurt the other person, well not the words of those two anyway. In a way it was them admiring her, what was wrong with that.

Though she was the valedictorian of her high school, she was also a cheerleader. She recalled her intention when the uniforms were handed out, to select one a size too small, tight at the top and a skirt quite short. When asked it was the uniform given to her, and there was no spare to chage, if she wanted to cheer on Friday nights, she "had" to wear the uniform she had ben "given". She cheered thought cared little for the game, she enjoyed being out there, in front of the crowd, being admired and lusted for.

A bump on the train, woke her day dream, her eyes opened she smiled to the onlookers, then leaned forward, knowing that for a moment in time, each would see down her unbuttoned top as she tugged her high heel from dangling to back upon her foot. Sitting back up, she did not look to them, simply read her message from MrSir.

To her surprise his words seemed to lack his normal confidence she admired. He was nearly begging for forgiveness of his last comments. elle laughed a bit to herself, wondering if he had not noticed his place in her musing. Afterall he was MrSir and she was simply a baise jouet ... she would have been more pleased if he had scolded her for taking her words as she had. She did not want MrSir to suck up to her, she had people doing that all day.

elle began to type away upon her phone.

...

"MrSir,

I do not mind the look of an admiring eye .. though as a modern day women society says I should. A look is harmless, desire is harmless unless acted upon. So yes, I do not mind being looked at, gawked at and desired. I was a cheerleader in high school, not for the football, I still know little of that game, I craved my friday nights in my very mini skirt and tight top and those looks I would catch at times. I still enjoy the looks, maybe I am a voyeur at heart.


Furthermore, you have not offended me in the least. As you know I am honest to a fault, at times sarcastic. that is often missed in a message.

I will not accept your apology, for it is not required. After all we each know are roles in our musings ... you are MrSir and I am just baise jouet. For those are the pieces to our puzzle .. and the pieces seem to fit quite well in our time together.

simply you, baise jouet"

elle paused before hitting send, for her message ended quite forward. She was a confident woman in her real world. Yet that is not was she craved or needed in this world. When first finding this world of domination and submission, elle wondered how one could allow themselves to be the submissive, a role she now craved in her erotic desires.

 

[ManlyUsername]

****** Vince *******
Fuck me, he thought to himself as she leaned forward. He had a clear view of the lacy bra, and the cleavage it accentuated. He imagined her tits must be perfect. She knew it too.

The little slut was doing it on purpose. He hadn't missed the little smile she'd given him earlier. Now she was flashing her cleavage like some sort of animal in heat trying to attract a mate.

I'd breed her alright, Vince thought to himself. Grab her by the ponytail, rip off that snooty little skirt, and fuck that smug look right off her face.
*******************

Starting out the window, Matt contemplated how things might unfold from here. A crossroad of sorts. Her last response raised questions. Defiance, or sarcasm? Either was troublesome.

Perhaps she was not ready. Perhaps she was not the one as he had thought. He'd handed her a potential victory. Given her the advantage. If she seized on it, if that's what she wanted, then she was not prepared for what came next.

Finally his phone buzzed. He read her message twice before beginning his response.

"My baise jouet?

Take a moment to consider the gravity of what you offer. It was an offer, wasn't it?

Because the role which I would choose to play in our little story cannot be taken. Control cannot be exercised until given. Otherwise there is no trust, and without trust, hurt is inevitable. Part of my role is to see that no harm comes to you, as it would be your role to accept that and follow without question.

So you must ask yourself, if even only in this fantasy world of one and zeros in which we currently find ourselves, are you ready to relinquish control. Are you really ready to be MY Baise Jouet?”

 

[justmethatswho]

elle noticed one of the construction workers seemed more obvious of his desire than the other. Her eyes wandered for a glance at him, his body, his jeans. He was fit, though maybe a few years older than her. Though age mattered little, both were adults, she did not see a ring on his finger, though was aware many blue collar men do not wear wedding rings.

Her mind wandered, wondering how he made love .. or did he make love .. or maybe he fucked his women. elle had had sex, but not since college, her toys do not count. Besides those were boys, young men at best. She had even made love, had an orgasm from sex. Though never in her life had she been fucked ... the last several months the erotic thought had been in her mind.

Her attention returned to her phone to read the message.

"MrSir,

Yes,

yes I know my place in our relationship

forgive my indiscretian and sarcasm.

I seek your power over me, my willingness to comply, your bravado, confidence, my own submission.

So YES .... I think it is time we move forward ... that you are my Master and I your submissive,

simply your submissive baise jouet"

elle paused before sending, though finally she did, her heart raced in excitement, each second seemed a minute as she sought a response.

 

[ManlyUsername]

The next reply did not take long. That was a good sign. It implied her mind was clear, one way or the other. He read it with a profound sense of satisfaction.

For weeks now he had been weighing possibilities; looking for signs. He had suspected she might be the one he was looking for, and now it seemed more promising than ever.

“BJ

The die is cast, and so our game begins.

You were correct before. In many aspects, I am a 'typical man'. And like most, I cannot resist the urge to show off my toys. Pride is an ugly thing I know, but one cannot deny their baser instincts.

You say you have admirers watching as we speak. I want to give them reason to be jealous of what, we now both agree, is now mine.

We can start innocently enough. Surely your feet are weary from a long day in heels. Slip out of your heels and let one foot stroke the other.

If you pay attention, I'll wager at least one of our friends will begin paying you considerably more attention."

He hit send. This had the potential to get interesting. A shame they weren't conversing in person, but then again, in person she might not have been bold enough to accept.

 

[justmethatswho]

Elle looked over the reply several times. Wondering if she should simply say the task was complete after a few moments. Though as she sat, she thought about trust, trust MrSir and his trust for her. He would never know for certain if she had or had not completed the task, though she would know.

Finally after a couple minutes, she responded.

"MrSir,

As you wish.


baise jouet"

She looked down sliding her toe against the back of her lft shoe, pulling her foot free and then repeating with the right, as she did her right heel feel sideways upon the floor, then with her left foot, she rubbed the top of her right foot. Her perfectly panted toenails, matching the deep red of her finger nails. The feeling felt good, she had done this several times, though never on a train, never to be noticed. The one man accross was staring, his elbow into the side of his buddly, as he said, you gotta see this.

The words excited elle even more as she switched from her left to right foot.

n an effort to be discreet she took a picture of her feet and sent the pic to MrSir. Her internal soul warming.

 

[ManlyUsername]

The level of anticipation surprised him. What was there to this little game really? He could not see what was happening. He could not even be assured she was actually complying with his wishes. But somehow, deep down, he was confident she would not betray his trust.

But still, what was his payoff? Control? That was part of it. A significant part to be sure, but what else. Finally it came to him. Just like the reviews his little Baise Jouet wrote for his stories, invoking an emotional reaction was the true reward. The thought of urging her to push her boundaries, and the excitement that would inevitably invoke was the vicarious thrill that Matt so desired.


Her next reply was a simple acknowledgement. Appropriate. He imagined his BJ, acquiescing to his demand. An innocent act intended as subtle torture for wandering eyes. Would she find the same excitement in the idea?

A motion caught his eye. The two workmen on his own train. One elbowing the other, directing his attention. No surprise that the mystery woman was still the target of his attention, but what had prompted the need to re-engage his companion? What he saw stretched the boundaries of believable coincidence.

The woman they were watching, ogling really, had slipped off her shoes and was slowly rubbing her feet together. Just as he had instructed Bj to do. A common enough practice he supposed, but still, what were the chances.

He needed to give his next instruction.


******* Tony *******

“Man. you gotta see this.” The whispered statement was accompanied by a jab to the ribs, causing Tony to turn to Vince.

“Shhh!” Tony hissed.

Vince simply raised his eyebrows and leaned his head in the woman's direction. Tony hated sitting next to Vince when he got like this, which wasn’t too often thankfully. Something about this woman had gotten under Vince's skin apparently. He couldn’t help but look.

Oh god, Tony thought to himself. Both shoes now lay discarded on the floor. Her feet, as delicate and perfect as he had imagined, slowly stroked one another. As he had also guessed, her toenails were meticulously painted. Red to match her fingernails.

How soft and smooth they must be. Imagine them sliding up his legs, lingering in his lap. Tony gave a sigh and had to adjust himself. Then looked away embarrassed.

********************

“So far so good. Hopefully you have captured their attention. I’m confident you have.

Next you will simply turn in your seat to look out the window. Innocent enough, yes? But the devil is in the details as they say.

First, look out the window. Make them confident they can stare without fear of discovery.

Next, and this part is best done slowly, uncross your legs. Let them part as you begin turning your body, then cross them again as you complete the shift toward the window.

We both know where their eyes will be while this is going on, don't we? I like the thought of them lusting after what is mine. Do you?

While you are recrossing your legs, look to them. It may take a moment, but soon enough, they will look up to see if you are still looking away. When the first does, make eye contact. Give him a smile. Then look away.”

 

[justmethatswho]

elle was well aware of the men across from her, though she saw them, there looks were much more boastful now. There was a certain excitement in being admired. Even if it was a lustful admiration. Still she had a respect for men like the two, hardworking. They were similar to her own father and most the men in the community she was raised in.

She took a pause to look to her phone, seeing a massage from her master MrSir. She wondered if he saw himself as such or was this just a fantasy of her own mind.

"Oh MrSir,
Yes so far so good ... I have hooked two lustful men.

I will obey and continue as directed ... until your next directive.

you litte

baise jouet"

With her phone in her hand she looked up and then to the window, watching out, though seeing nothing as her thoughts deep in her mind of erotic pleasure.

Before she looked away, she proceeded, to an onlooker the move seemed natural as she uncrossed her legs, the only hint of something unusal, as with her legs uncrossed as she shifted her legs opened tugging tight upon her skirt, though there was a hint of seeing something there was little chance.. Though it was in the thought, the possibility that lingered the men to look on. Her legs were then crossed again, looking to the men she smiled softly and then she turned to gaze out the window for several moments.

The reaction of the men was fulfilling, the raw desire she saw in them, the power she felt over them was something she had not experienced before.

Moments later she messaged her MrSir.

"MrSir,

A relationship is our counts on trust ... I trust you and I asure you that you can trust your toy ... as I have accomplished your task. It appears as the shy one may lust for me from the bulge I see he is strugging with.

My stop comes soon ... though i can ride into the distance if so required.

your

baise jouet"

 

[ManlyUsername]

No sooner had he finished sending his message then he noticed another had arrived. It took a moment to download over the marginal connection. A picture!

A buzz of excitement ran up his spine. Such a little thing to elicit such a response. After an eternity of a few seconds he poked the message to expand the image. A pair of lovely feet, with striking red nail polish.

Proof of compliance. It pleased him, but a moment later the shock of realization hit him. Red nail polish. The crazy thought that has been so astronomically unlikely he let it slip away came crashing back. He looked up just in time to watch the woman, to watch BJ turn to look out the window. To see her turn back to catch the watchers eye.

No. What were the chances? Fingers flew across his phone as he scrolled back to reread her description of herself. There was no doubt. This was her, and she was oblivious to his presence. Why did that thrill him?

"BJ,

You have been a very good girl. I will ask no more from you this evening. You should make your exit before your admirers get any ideas of acting on the fantasies now burning inside their brains. I would not share you with someone I have not vetted and in a situation beyond my control.

You have taken the first step towards potentially discovering a new side of yourself. Consider carefully before you take the next, for there will be no turning back.

You Are my baise jouet, and I take great care with my toys. Know that you will always be safe and always in my care. But also know that I am a generous man, and I enjoy sharing my toys.

You will hear from me soon, and you will be given the opportunity to take the next step, or leave the adventure behind. "

A bit flowery perhaps, but he was rushed. It would do.
He hit send and spent the remainder of the ride watching his BJ. And she was his. She was the one he had been looking for. This crazy coincidence was a sign from some higher power. The hand of fate moving the pieces about the board.

She was the one, and next time, he would truly test her limits. When she finally rose to exit, he could not resist the urge and quickly moved to the door at the opposite end of the car. Following her would be a fun little adventure in itself.

 

[justmethatswho]

elle's stop was next, part of her wanted to stay and continue the display. As she sat her phone buzzed and she read the message. Her masters words were kind and appreciative.

Still he talked of sharing her, with vetted suiters. To think of her next step for there would be no going back. The words concerned her, though not as much as the thrill of the eroticy.

She was again typing in her phone as she did, her feet found her shoes and she stepped back into her stilleto pumps, as the vouyers looked on.

"MrSir,

Thank you for the kind words and concern for me. You bring excitement to my bland world.

I desire the adventure we are embarking upon, for I have not a clue as to the destination, which adds to my desire and my desire to please you. My desire to live my fantasy of being a baise jouet. I am willingly taking this path, this adventure, whether it ends in pleasure, pain or a broken heart.

your baise jouet"

elle stood and waited for the train to stop, she could feel the excitement between her legs, she gave a last smile to the construction workers and moved toward the door, the train stopped and among others she exited. In her mind she hoped the vouyers would follow her, take her, have there way with her.

She looked at her phone, knowing it would feel an eternity before she heard from MrSir again.

 

[ManlyUsername]

****** Vince ******

The cock tease was getting off at the next stop. He watched her slip her shoes back on, stand, give him one last smug smile. Fucking tease. He had half a mind to follow her.

You want to lead me on? Get me all worked up, acting like you're looking to get fucked? Like a high class bitch like her would give him the time of day. He wondered if she'd ever had a working class dick in her mouth.

It would serve her right if he dragged her down some dark alley. Ripped off that fancy skirt that probably cost more than he made in a week. Tear those panties loose and shove them in that pretty little mouth so no one could hear her scream as he planted her face in the wall and pounded her from behind.

You ever been fucked by a Real man?, he thought to himself as she exited. Cock tease.

*****************

A half dozen times Matt considered simply quickening his step and catching up to her. Each time he resisted. But the chase was its own sort of fun. The odd voyeuristic thrill of watching someone unawares. Weighing your every move to ensure you were not discovered. He found he was quite good at it.

Varying his pace gave him occasional moments to look in a shop window or purchase a newspaper. He used these moments to read BJs reply. She had not considered it for long. It could mean she was being naive. But no. Not his BJ. She was thoughtful, clever, and decisive. All this he knew from their previous conversations.

No, she was giving herself over freely to this new experience. It was important to Matt that he didn't disappoint her. He would have to choose carefully. Someone safe, above all. But also someone who was not afraid to push her. To use her to her full potential.

The light bulb went on in his head. He pulled up the calendar on his phone. Perfect! He poked the contact info on the event reminder. "Trevor! I have a proposition that might interest you…"

…

Not until he watched her enter her apartment did he reply to her message.

"BJ

I promise your world will be bland no more.

I am quite excited about our next adventure. But as they say. Patience is a virtue. You will be a good girl and be patient for me won't you?

Clear your schedule for next Saturday evening. A driver will pick you up at 10pm. Expect a package some time this week with further instructions. You are not to pleasure yourself in the interim. I want you eager.

Sleep well my little baise jouet"

 

[justmethatswho]

****** Vince ******

The cock tease was getting off at the next stop. He watched her slip her shoes back on, stand, give him one last smug smile. Fucking tease. He had half a mind to follow her.

You want to lead me on? Get me all worked up, acting like you're looking to get fucked? Like a high class bitch like her would give him the time of day. He wondered if she'd ever had a working class dick in her mouth.

It would serve her right if he dragged her down some dark alley. Ripped off that fancy skirt that probably cost more than he made in a week. Tear those panties loose and shove them in that pretty little mouth so no one could hear her scream as he planted her face in the wall and pounded her from behind.

You ever been fucked by a Real man?, he thought to himself as she exited. Cock tease.

*****************

A half dozen times Matt considered simply quickening his step and catching up to her. Each time he resisted. But the chase was its own sort of fun. The odd voyeuristic thrill of watching someone unawares. Weighing your every move to ensure you were not discovered. He found he was quite good at it.

Varying his pace gave him occasional moments to look in a shop window or purchase a newspaper. He used these moments to read BJs reply. She had not considered it for long. It could mean she was being naive. But no. Not his BJ. She was thoughtful, clever, and decisive. All this he knew from their previous conversations.

No, she was giving herself over freely to this new experience. It was important to Matt that he didn't disappoint her. He would have to choose carefully. Someone safe, above all. But also someone who was not afraid to push her. To use her to her full potential.

The light bulb went on in his head. He pulled up the calendar on his phone. Perfect! He poked the contact info on the event reminder. "Trevor! I have a proposition that might interest you…"

…

Not until he watched her enter her apartment did he reply to her message.

"BJ

I promise your world will be bland no more.

I am quite excited about our next adventure. But as they say. Patience is a virtue. You will be a good girl and be patient for me won't you?

Clear your schedule for next Saturday evening. A driver will pick you up at 10pm. Expect a package some time this week with further instructions. You are not to pleasure yourself in the interim. I want you eager.

Sleep well my little baise jouet"

Now home, elle was sexually worked up, she craved to seek pleasure with her one toy. The angst of resisting increasing her desire and need.

She tried to distract herself, wathcing tv and making dinner. She had calmed when her phone buzzed, vibrating on the counter, she jumped.

The message was a bit criptic, talking of Saturday, she wondered whether it was true or not, how could he pull it off, he could not even know where she lives. Still the thought was erotic. She laughed to herself as her schedule was empty as ever for Saturday evening.

After some time she sent her master a simple reply.

"Yes of course MrSir, I will obligue your wishes and abstain from my personal pleasure until the evening of Saturday. I look forward to the adventure.

baise jouet"

elle bathed and then slid into bed, having decided to sleep nude to feel the smooth satin upon her body. Still in bed, she shifted unable to sleep.

In time she feel asleep, falling deep into her slumber into a dream.

It was vivid and life like, again she was exiting the train alone. Though it is later in the evening, the streets near silent, she is certain she hears someone behind her though sees no one.

As she turns back to walk, a man from the train is in front of her, she stops. Only to feel herself pulled back into an alley, she screams, struggles but is pushed into a wall she cannot see her assailents. They call her the tease from the train .. and giving her what she wants.....

A hand reaches her blouse ripping the top open. One man comments the slut is not even wearing a bra. Her skirt is lifted. No panties either .. like the slut she is ....

The men ravish her in everyway possible ... though never letting her cum.

Finally she wakes from the dream

 

[ManlyUsername]

**** Geoff (aka Grievous) ****

"You're absolutely sure?... No social? No Credit Report?...I even got some nice vacation selfies…Alright, it's your dime…Of course. It'll all be gone by the time I hang up." Geoff took one last look at the picture of the hot brunette in the swimsuit. Shame he couldn't keep it.

Two clicks and a drag and the file was closed and the folder was dropped in the virtual shredder, which would overwrite that section of the hard drive with garbage.

"You're too kind. Pleasure doing business with you Mr. Smith." Mr. Smith, he thought, what a lame handle. The old flip phone was snapped shut and tossed in the burn bin that he'd dump in the incinerator later with the rest of his trash.

"Fuckin rich weirdos." He mumbled to himself before returning to PornHub.

**************************

Grievous. Matt felt ridiculous addressing a full grown man but such a ridiculous alias. But Grievous insisted on going by his 'hacker' name. It was all nonsense, but the man was one of the best at what he did, and discrete to a fault.

With her address, Matt had gotten as far as Belinda's real name and occupation, on his own. But when it came to dress and shoes sizes, he needed someone who was better versed in the seedy side of information technology. Luckily, like most people these days, Elle enjoyed online shopping. And his hacker had quickly fulfilled his odd request. It was a gross invasion of privacy, and absurdly expressive, but she was his now, and the expense made the eccentric exercise all the more amusing to him.

The rest of the week was busy, which only fueled his excitement for Saturday. He needed to coordinate with Trevor and with Hugh to ensure that everything, and everyone, would be available. Costumes needed to be sourced. And all the while, he needed to keep BJ busy.

Matt messaged her often, and never missed an opportunity to turn the conversation to sex. He quizzed her on things like her first sexual experience. Where was the most inappropriate location where a man had touched her sexually? Short answers were never accepted. He insisted she describe each incident in detail.

He posed little challenges for her. Go to work with no undergarments. Retrieve your morning paper nude. What were the chances someone would be outside her apartment at just that moment, but the thrill of danger was so there. But possibly the most cruel was the story discussion.

Matt sent her the latest story he'd been working on. Insisted she read it in bed and message him immediately after finishing. They then discussed it at length via numerous text messages. The twist being, MrSir insisted BJ put her phone between her legs each time after her reply.

He loved knowing each message he sent would cause an all too brief jolt of pleasure before she was forced to address his latest erotic enquiry. Which part of the story did you find most arousing and why? Help me with a woman's perspective. When the main character is being restrained by one man from behind, and the other man forces her to look him in the eyes as he is fingering her, what would her inner monologue sound like? Describe how you think that would make you feel?

And of course, he frequently asked for confirmation she was being a good girl and not playing. It was his hope that she would be desperate by the time of the party

 

[justmethatswho]

elle was trying to maintain her focus, though her anticipation of her next moves was filling her mind. Her typical impecible work was now had hidden flaws, details missing. Her mind astray with the deprived desire she allows MrSir to control.

His messages particulary hitting the mark, as she was about to give up and feel ghosted her phone would buzz. It was Wed, morning she was preparing for work. The message came she was to go pantiless, she was near late already and minute her departure was delayed would cause her to miss her train. On the train she sent the message.

"I have recieved your task and am complying sir .. I will confess a hint of chilled excitement as the cool fall air found my exposed sex."

Followed in a mid morning message.

"OMG MrSir .. you are making me a true baise jouet."

Then one on the way home.

"MrSir .. my erotic desires overflow .. I need satisfaction .. please allow me .. to extinguish the fire that burns within."

To add to her frustration a package was waiting for her, perfectly wrapped and the doorman to her apartment stopped to hand it to her. Excited she thought, she could not wait to see the contents, ony to read the label which noted to not open till Friday.

The tease continued, as she had been sent an early copy of MrSir's latest musings. The story was somewhat different than others she had read. About a girl from the Midwest .. in the big city .. struggling for income a man invites her to waitress at his dance club. He promises the money will be good. It is not till she enters that she sees it is a strip club, higher class. The waitresses in skimpy tight little outfits, heels so high ... the new girls are obvious. She about turns .. she does, and feels an hand grab her arm. It is the man .. who offered her the job .. "your hired if you like .. just say yes .. you can start tonight."

elle and MrSir messaged back and forth to develop how far the girl fell into the club .. from just serving drinks .. to moving to the private rooms .. to dancing on on stage for a caberet with other girls .. to finally dancing alone on stage and removing her clothing .. to finally working the private rooms.

it was sometime that night she was required to place her phone between her thighs to await his reply.

The frustration grew and grew .. her sex aching to erupt in pleasure.

Thursday continued the tasks at hand. requiring her to bring her toy to work .. in her purse .. the task seemed simpley, though the everpresant possiblility her toy may be seen was exciting and erotic.

A new story came and the phone awaited each musing between her thighs. This story was quite different ... a husband and wife ... he is caught as she comes home earlly, not with another but dressed as a slutty woman .. he fears it is all over ... though she questions him .. about his desires ... she pushes him to be a cuckhold at first ... pushing him deeper into submission .. as in secret she is also feminizing him ... till there is no return.

Friday came with another task ... during her lunch she was to go to the adult toy store and buy a toy ... then send him a picture ... wearing the toy .... the toy was a plug for her ass. She was reluctant .. she could lie and say she had .. he would never know right she thought ... yet she would know .. she promised to be honest... her word was good.

Finally it was Saturday .. the package could be opened .. her heart reaced as she work, like a little girl on xmas she woke earlly in anticipation of opening her gift.

 

[ManlyUsername]

The week seemed to be progressing well. His BJ seemed to be getting quite satisfyingly flustered. At one point even asking him ‘please allow me to extinguish the fire that burns within’. In another context his reply might almost have been seen as cruel. A simple “No” He waited ten minutes before expanding on the topic.

“BJ,
I need you to be at your most willing for the party. I will not squander the sexual hunger we have cultivated thus far for a few minutes of meaningless self gratification.
MrSir”

The request only prompted him to double his efforts. It was important that she be desperate for release by the time of the party, if his plans were to be satisfactory. A reluctant BJ would reflect poorly on him.

The rest of the week passed and Matt was confident Elle was as ready as he could make her. Saturday afternoon, and one last series of phone calls to make arrangements. The last to his driver, who dutifully noted the details without question.

A quick message to BJ.

“Your car will arrive at 10:00pm”

He waited till 9:50 to send his final message.

“My Baise Jouet,

I hope the costume is to your satisfaction. It should be familiar.

Your driver is Gavin. He has a long drive ahead of him, so it would only be polite to keep the divider down. Feel free to let him enjoy your outfit as you please, just be kind and pretend you don’t see him looking. He is a good man, and the type to feel guilty for looking. Leave him his dignity.

See you soon.
MrSir”

 

[justmethatswho]

oh my time to dress in costume

The package had sat on elle's table until Thursay evening,she coule no longer bare looking at the bright orange ribbon on the black package, plus she feared she could not wait until Saturday. It was then she placed the package in the closet, though this did little to ease her apprehension.

So lost in her desire in the moment, she had not even questioned, how MrSir had found her address. Certainly this could be obtained from hints she had given she thought to herself.

She had obeyed his wish she not please herself, which seemed to further intoxicate her desires to please him, in hopes she would be pleased herself. Never before in her life had she desired a man's touch as she had the last few days.

It was still morning, elle was eager to open the gift, then the text came, noting her driver would arrive at 10pm, which was still several hours away. Elle set the gift done, and ran herself a warm bath, to soak, shave her legs and other areas, to pamper herself in preparation.

For lunch she put on jeans and a sweatshirt with no bra, the top loose enough to not expose her to the world, and went to a bar nearby for a salad and a few glasses of wine, she had intended on only one, but ... well .. she needed some confidence.

It was near four when she returned home, she opened a bottle of wine filling her glass before she retrieved the package, she set the package on her bed and opened the cover, revealing a card, filled with super heroes. She laughed a bit, her reluctance easing as it was not some nonsensical porn of some type.

Lifting the card, paper covered anything more in the gift, slowly as if trying to be secretive she removed the paper, revealing a card ... an invitation.

“You have been invited to be an honored guest at the 5th annual Halloween Heroes Charity Ball at the Howell estate, in honor of Saint Ignatius' Children’s Hospital.

All guests are encouraged to dress as their favorite Superhero or Villain.

Drinks and light appetizers. Live music and dancing.

No one admitted without an invitation (enclosed).

Festivities begin at 10:00pm.”

"A costume party .. " she wondered aloud, still uncertain what to expect.

She contined finding the next card, then the latex dress, black with a bat emblem.

"I'm bat girl." She giggled holding up the latex dress, next the heels, taller than anything she had ever worn, then a collar, studded, with a ring. elle, gulped wondering what she was doing, she could simply stop this all, go away for the night, tell him it is over. What did he expect of her, wearing this dress .. but the collar was a sign of submission.

It was now after six pm, the bottle of wine was half gone, even so she pured herself another glass. She left the contents sitting down, she plugged into her phone and googled how to put on a latex dress, after watching several videos apparently it was best to lightly powder the inside of the dress and the wearer skin.

Before dressing and still leaving her an out she found some nail polish to match the lip stick. Then, She diverted a bit, and added some makeup to her face to soften her tones even making up her eyes, as she had forgotten about the mask.

She stood before the mirror powdering her body, then the dress, to her surprise it seemed to work, the dress was sliding into to place, hugging her body tighter as she tugged and pulled. Finally tugging it to place, it still covered little of her body, barely covering her back side.

elle stood for at least fifteen minutes looking at herself in the mirror in the latex dress. Finally exiting the bath room to the bedroom. She had never felt anything so tight upon her, yet not uncomfortable either .. it was like a second skin. She looked down finding the heels, she sat on the edge of the bed, the heel fit her foot arching it as if she would be on her toes as she walked, she paused before fastening the buckle, then slid it into place, hearing the soft click echo.

"no no no .. i cannot do this." She pulled at the buckle, but found no release, no way to remove the heel. "Oh fuck what am I doing."

Slowly she calmed herslef, composed, she pushed herself. She could do this. The second heel was soon fastened to her left foot, she stood, slowly tring t grow used to the tall heels. For the next half hour she practieced walking, until finally she no longer looked like a young woman in heels with mincing beginner steps.

It was then she picked up the collar, going back to the bathroom, she wanted to see herself as she placed the collar upon her neck, she watched herself, lifting the collar she willingly pulled it to her neck, then slid the collar together in the back, it was tighter than expected, then it clicked, there was no release she could find on her own, the collar was in place, the ring haning down, she could feel the collar with her every breath and swallow.

Her phone buzzed it was 9:50pm. She was nearly ready, quickly she pulled her hair into a pony tail, tight poly tail.

Then she started laughing, finding the message on her phone, what she had joked she was wearing.

I am wearing a tight latex micro dress, with matching 5" platform heels fastened by a buckle at each ankle, a collar which tells the world I am a slut, bright red lipstick upon my lips, my hair pulled back into a pony tail. Oh and nothing under.

MrSir had used her words against her, dressing her as she had teased. "Plus a collar and mask .. oh you are a baise jouet" She said to herself.

Reading the message, she ached for more, there was raw excitement, anticipation and fear .. all togther.

“My Baise Jouet,

I hope the costume is to your satisfaction. It should be familiar.

Your driver is Gavin. He has a long drive ahead of him, so it would only be polite to keep the divider down. Feel free to let him enjoy your outfit as you please, just be kind and pretend you don’t see him looking. He is a good man, and the type to feel guilty for looking. Leave him his dignity.

See you soon.
MrSir”


"MrSir,

yes of course .. i look forward to finally meeting my Sir .. my Master.

I am ready .. and willing.

I am your baise jouet"

she hit send and begin the walk to the elevator, stopping to pick up and put on her mask.

She was alone in the elevator, but the old doorman greeted her upon entering the lobby. He knew her, inspite of the costume and mask.

"enjoy your evening elle .. if I may say .. you look quite nice this evening." the doorman told elle.

The comment caught her attention, as never before had he said anything of her looks or appearance ... though in this costume ....

Mask