Aug 10, 2010: Taken for a Ride

I was at Katrina’s by 1030. I had on a skirt, blouse, bra and heels plus the vibrating butt plug in my ass.

Joan was there. Katrina indicated I would be punished for becoming unduly upset over the face book incident. She realized I didn’t create the incident initially but how I handled it merited some disciplinary action. She had me remove the skirt. Joan carefully fitted me with a Venus butterfly which also had a remote. I’d never seen this one before. Over this she had me put on a pair of tight sheer panties which held things in place. She tested both remotes. Trust me, they worked.

Much to my surprise, the three of us drove downtown, parked and went to the transit center where we boarded the light rail train that runs about 10 miles. No body said squat to me about where we were going or why we were doing it and the silence made me nervous.

Katrina and Joan had me sit one seat in front of them; they sat directly behind me. The train car we were in was about ½ full. When the train stopped at the third station one of them hit the remote to the plug. It caught me off guard; I jerked. I started to turn around but Katrina told me not to, act as if I don’t know either of them. as the train progressed down the line the passengers dwindled until there were no more than a dozen people in the car. At the next stop they both hit the remotes and gave me a prolonged buzz. Who had which, I have no idea.

There are 15 stations on this route. By the 12th station, the car was down to about 6 people. They started hitting the remotes more frequently and my reactions became more intense. A couple of people started to notice; I mean really notice.

At the end of the line, before the train started back toward the city they told me to stand and hold onto one of the poles and face the window. They sat in the seat facing me. The train started. They hit the remotes more frequently. I was standing there holding on for dear life. They were timing my vibration to coincide with background noise from the train, such as brakes squeaking, station announcements, doors opening and closing, etc. They closer we got to the city the car began to fill. Standing made me more conspicuous and having my back to the other passengers left me extremely vulnerable since I couldn’t see who was looking at me.

I could see the route map and knew there were only about 4 stops left. At one station a bunch of people got on and both Katrina and Joan gave me a serious blast that almost brought me over the edge. When the trained braked for the next station they buzzed me again. I shuddered and came.

They mercifully stopped buzzing me. My legs felt like rubber and my face was burning hot with embarrassment. A man standing by the door looked at me and asked if I was okay, I looked ill. I told him I was okay. Katrina and Joan were about to laugh out loud. We exited and found our car. Katrina told me she could make it a lot worse and asked me how it felt to be a public cumm whore. She said some people were definitely looking at me though she doubted anyone knew exactly what happened.

We stopped at a cafe for lunch. They couldn’t help but zap me a few more times just for fun but it was nothing that drove me over the edge. I paid for lunch.

We returned to her townhouse. I stripped nude and took all the devices off. I ate Katrina then Joan. Katrina got the strappy and fucked my cunt while she told me every observation she thought people made of me on the train. Her descriptions sent me into frenzy and with permission I came again.

I got home shortly after 430.