"Have you ever tried bdsm?" She asked.
They were still on the train, however they were almost there.
"Is it like when people hit each other and stuff?" He asked.
She nodded.
"I had a girlfriend in highschool who was into that, but she never tried it on me"
The woman stared at him for a couple of seconds. Narrowed her eyes and tapped the stunted cigarette.
"So you've never actually tried it?" She said.
Looking exited.
The first time he saw her without the ice cold look.
"Take my adress, if you ever want to be tortured you come and see me"
He didn't know if she was joking or not.
She gave him a note.
And when the train stopped she grabbed the lighter along with her suitcase and left.
It was as if she dissapeared completely.
I miss home, he thought.
***
Whips and ropes and torture.
he googled it the night before.
Today he found himself in her apartment.
He thought about it for a month. Then decided to meet her after a free week from work in the end of July.
The apartment was normal, but there was a red room on his left.
The room was almost shining.
It made him sweat.
She was in the kitchen, doing something.
He walked into the red room, silently.
Curious.
As soon as he heard a sound he was planning on going back to the living room instantly.
But she seemed to be busy, at least for now.
Whips, everywhere. On the walls, and some on the floor. She had red lights on the ceiling, as if the red tapestry wasn't enough.
She had chairs and beds with shacles on them. She also had a lot of rope every where.
He was completely entranced. Not hearing the steps that was closing in on him.
Suddenly the door slammed shut.
And there she was. Wearing a black silk pyjamas.
With a whip in her hand.
He noticed the whip. And subtly took a few steps behind.
"I'm scared" he mumbled.
"What?" She asked.
"I'm scared" he said, louder this time.
" That's the point" she said.
She told him to undress, he did so. Uncomfortably. He hated showing skin.
But whatever she wanted, he thought.
Then she tied him to a bdsm bed.
His ass was exposed, so was his back.
She played with the whip.
She noticed how scared his demeanor was.
And abusing a fresh innocent man who probably had a low pain tolerance didn't turn her on as much as she thought. It was his eyes. They were wide open.
"Relax, I'll hit you only 10 times, a punishment for waiting a whole month to see me"
'whack'