The train rattled along the tracks, its rhythmic clatter a soothing backdrop to the intimate scene unfolding in one of the quieter carriages. Mistress, sat gracefully in Her seat, Her legs crossed at Her ankles. Beside Her, Ruby, Her submissive property, fidgeting a little nervously, hands twisting in its lap, wearing a tight skirt and a blouse that hugged its skinny body. They had spent the day shopping and now, as they travelled home. With the train being underway for a little while now, a the tension had arisen with the promise of play.

Mistress Her eyes narrowed as She observed Ruby’s restlessness. “You’re not sitting still again,” She remarked, Her voice low and laced with amusement. “Do you have something on your mind, slave?” Ruby’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and its gaze dropped to the floor. “N… no, my Mistress,” it stammered with a voice barely above a whisper. Mistress smirked, leaning forward slightly, Her elbow resting on the armrest as She tilted Her head. “Are you sure?,” She chided, Her tone playful yet commanding. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re thinking about something slutty, aren’t you?”

Ruby’s breath hitched, its little sub heart racing while peeking up at Mistress through lashes darkened by mascara. “I… I was just thinking about how beautiful you are, my Mistress”. Mistress Her smirk widened, Her eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, how sweet,” reaching out to tuck a strand of Ruby’s hair behind its ear. Her touch was gentle, but the gesture was laden with intent. “But I think you’re hiding something. Aren’t you, my property?”

Ruby’s eyes widened, its body stiffening as Mistress Her hand slid down to its chin, tilting its face up. “I… I don’t know what You mean,” stammering and, its voice cracking a little. Mistress Her lips curled into an evil grin. “Don’t you?” She asked, Her thumb brushing against Ruby’s soft cheek. “You’ve been so quiet today. Too quiet. And I know you, my little whore. When you’re quiet, it’s because you’re plotting something.”

Ruby’s breath quickened, its chest rising and falling rapidly as Mistress Her gaze intensified. “I… I am too innocent for that,” protesting weakly with its voice barely audible over the train’s hum. Mistress Her eyes narrowed, Her hand moving swiftly to deliver a sharp slap across Ruby’s cheek. The sound echoed in the carriage, a crisp. Ruby’s head snapped to the side, its eyes widening in shock as a faint pink mark blossomed on its skin.

“Don’t lie to me,” Mistress snapped, Her voice sharp but laced with a hint of excitement. “You’ve been thinking about it all day, haven’t you? About how I’d hurt and use you.” Ruby’s lips parted, its breath coming in short gasps as it processed the sting of the slap. Tears already welled in its eyes, but refusing to look away, its gaze locked on Mistress Her commanding presence. “Y-yes, Mistress,” it whispered, its voice shaking. “I’m sorry.”

Mistress Her expression softened, Her hand reaching out to stroke Ruby’s flushed cheek. “Good girl,” She murmured, Her tone approving. “Now, tell me. What were you thinking about?” Ruby’s cheeks burned hotter, its body trembling as it confessed, “I… I was thinking about how much I want you to touch me, my Mistress. To play with me. To rape me. To make me feel… owned.”

Mistress Her lips curled into a satisfied smile, Her hand moving to grip Ruby’s chin firmly. “And what makes you think you deserve that, slut?” She asked, Her voice dripping with teasing cruelty. Ruby’s eyes dropped to the floor, its voice barely a whisper. “I… I don’t, Mistress. But I want it. I need it. soo badly.”

Mistress Her grip tightened, Her thumb brushing against Ruby’s soft lips. “Such a greedy little thing,” She chided, Her tone laced with affection. “But you’re right. You do need it. And I’m going to give it to you. Right here. Right now.” Ruby’s breath hitched, its body tensing with anticipation as Mistress leaned closer, Her lips brushing against Ruby’s ear. “But first,” She whispered, Her voice a low growl, “you’re going to earn it.”

With a swift motion, Mistress pushed Ruby back against the seat, Her hand sliding up its thigh, Her touch firm and deliberate. Ruby gasped, its eyes fluttering closed as Mistress Her fingers traced the hem of its skirt, teasingly pulling it higher to expose their bare skin. “Mistress,” Ruby breathed, its voice pleading, but its body arching into Her touch.

“Shh,” Mistress murmured, Her lips brushing against Ruby’s neck, Her teeth grazing its sensitive skin. “Just feel. Let me take control.” Ruby shivered, its hands clutching at Mistress Her sleeves as Her touch grew bolder, Her fingers sliding beneath its blouse to trace the contours of skin. Without warning Her hand quickly slit up along its neck to grab Ruby’s hair on the back of its head, holding it still before delivering another hard hit against its face. This time there was no flat hand landing on its cheek as Mistress had clenched Her hand into a fist.

Mistress held a tight grip on Ruby’s hair, with some eagerness awaiting the result of Her action. She did not have to wait for long before Ruby, whilst remaining remarkable quiet, started to tear up. Big drops rolling down its cheeks smearing out its make-up. “There, there, it’s okay, what does ISO PL stand for?” Mistress asked while caressing the spot She had roughly hit just moments earlier.