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It was possibly one of the greatest concerts I had ever seen. I was on a real high when I reached the station, though a little tired. Fortunately, I had arrived just in time to get the last train. I rushed to the front and quickly opened the door as the light turned green. I was a bit surprised, however, that it was a “slam door” carriage as I thought they had been  taken out of service two or three years ago!

I was  even more  surprised  when I closed  the door of the carriage as I discovered it was one of those without a corridor going along the side, these had been discontinued for safety reasons years ago. “Strange!” I thought, but was not too worried as there were six other people in the carriage.

I sat down next to the door, smiling at the middle-aged couple in front of me who were glancing through a theatre programme, “Enemies” by Gorky. I looked to my left where there was a young couple cuddling and clearly very much in love, lying on the seat next to them was a copy of “War and Peace” by Tolstoy. I looked towards the other side of the carriage – a man was reading “Crime and Punishment” by Dostoyevsky. “Interesting” I thought “a Russian theme in this carriage – how curious”. I remembered that I had read an article in a magazine claiming that Russian women were the most beautiful in the world – I thought to myself that I should visit Russia one year to check if this were true.

There was one other person in the carriage sitting next to the other door on the same side of the carriage as me but I couldn’t see her clearly. I would have leant forward to have a look but didn’t want to disturb the couple in front of me, even though the space between the two rows of seats was wide enough to lie down in comfortably!

I knew that my journey home should take about an hour, and that, except for one stop ten minutes into the journey, it was a non-stop train. I settled down to get some sleep but was woken up by the “Crime and Punishment” man stepping on my foot as he was getting off the train at the first station. He apologised and slammed the door behind him, as the train started to move off again. The couple in front of me had also gone. I moved into their seat as I preferred to sit facing the front of the train rather the back of it.       

I looked out of the window. It was now dark so I couldn’t actually see anything other than the reflection of the inside of the carriage. I noticed that the young couple had left, and that the carriage was empty. I had, at that point (but not for too much longer), forgotten about the sixth person.

I decided to get some more sleep and leant my head against the window. This wasn’t, however, very comfortable so I turned around facing into the carriage. I jumped with surprise when I noticed that I wasn’t alone!

Lying full length across the other seat was a young woman. I couldn’t see her face as she was tucked into the back of the seat seemingly fast asleep! I ran my eyes curiously down her body - she had lovely blonde hair, and her summer dress accentuated her beautiful petite figure perfectly. My eyes moved further down and I noticed that she had taken her shoes off. She had the most gorgeous feet I had ever seen in my life! Perfection! I was transfixed!

I was quite pleased that she was facing away from me as I knew I could look at her feet all night. It would be embarrassing if she saw me, no sleep for me now! I looked at very inch of the soles of her feet and her lovely toes – I was particularly struck by the toes next to her big toes, for some reason they really excited me, long and slim. Gorgeous!

I had this urge to get closer to her so that I could see her feet even better. I moved back to my original seat, and edged along so that I was right next to her. I so wanted to touch and kiss her feet, but I knew that this was impossible, and I certainly didn’t want to wake her up or scare her in any way. I moved my face right next to her feet, so that my nose was almost touching her toes. I breathed in, and took in her wonderful sweet smell. I was in Heaven!

I closed my eyes, and breathed in one more time. Wonderful!

I jumped in shock as I felt a kick to my face. I quickly sat up, holding my face in my hands in embarrassment. “Shit” I thought, “I’ve really blown it now”. I pulled my hands away from my face to find the young woman standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. “Stand up,” she said. “I’m really sorry,” I replied “I just fell asleep, and didn’t realise that I was so near to you”. “Stand up now, you liar,” she said more firmly. I was paralysed with worry and couldn’t move.

She grabbed me by the throat and pulled me up, pushing me against the door of the train. I looked up sheepishly into her face which was inches away from me. This was the first time I had actually seen her properly – she was stunningly beautiful, with a really cute nose and lovely lips. I nervously looked into her eyes, which were deep brown and gorgeous, and was captivated – she seemed to look right into my very soul. “I am going to punish you for invading my space without my permission,” she said. Her voice, whilst firm, was soft and sexy with an East European accent.   

She suddenly pulled her head back and spat in my face. She stared at me whilst her spit dribbled down my face. She spat a second time and a third time. “Open your mouth,” she said. I complied and she spat in my mouth several times more until my mouth was full of her spit. “Swallow,” she said, with those wonderful eyes staring at me with contempt and, I think, pleasure. I did as I was told.

“You are going to call me Gaspazha, it’s a Russian word,” she whispered to me “and I am going to hurt you if you don’t”. “Yes,” I replied sheepishly. She slapped me hard across my face. “What are you going to call me?” I’d already forgotten. She slapped me across both sides of my face several times more, ordering me to remember. I just couldn’t.

She grabbed hold of my shirt, ripped it wide open and tore it off. I was standing shirtless in front of her. “What are you going to call me/” I still could not remember, and it was clear she had no intention of giving me a second chance. “Right,” she said “let the fun begin”.

She grabbed both my nipples between her fingers, and started to squeeze, twist and pull them until they were sore. She then started to flick them with her fingernails – it really hurt and brought tears to my eyes. “I haven’t even started,” she said “there’s much more to come”. She spat in my face again and slapped me even harder than before.

“Take off all your clothes,” she said. I refused, saying that I didn’t feel comfortable doing that. I was scared stiff (literally) of what she was going to do next. She moved forward quickly and punched me in the stomach, not too hard but enough to make the point. I said “OK, I’ll take them off”.

I removed all my clothes, and stood in front of her naked. She told me to turn around and bend over. She slapped me hard across both cheeks of my bottom several times, each slap harder than the one before. She then hit me hard across my bottom with a paddle that she had taken out of her handbag whilst I was undressing. She told me to count down from a 100 whilst she punished me with the paddle, again getting harder and harder. The last 10 whacks were incredibly painful! My bottom felt like it was on fire, and I was relieved when she had finished as I thought that was the end of it – I was wrong!

“Lean against the door,” she ordered “and open your legs”. I did as I was told. Whilst I was terrified, it was impossible to hide the fact that I was also enjoying being dominated by this lovely woman, and wanted more. My erect penis was pretty strong evidence of this! She hit my penis hard with her hand. I grimaced. Gaspazha hit it hard again and again and again. I had remembered the name she wanted to be called, but wasn’t going to let on as I didn’t want this to stop!

She then held my penis in one hand and my balls in the other and started to squeeze them, before digging her nails right in. It really hurt. She punished my penis over and over again until it was bruised and had turned a deep purple colour!

Gaspazha took a couple of steps back and ordered me to open my legs even wider and put my hands on my head. She kicked my balls hard, before telling me to get on all fours on the floor so that she could get an even better aim. She stood behind me and kicked me several times more – it was agony! 

She said, “lie face down on the floor”. She stood on me walking up and down my back and bottom, steadying herself by holding onto the luggage rails on the train. “Turn over,” she said. I did what I was told. She stood on my stomach and played with my penis and balls with her feet, including standing right on them before finishing with one final kick.

She sat down, and crossed her legs. “Now, I give you permission to worship my feet, sit in front of me”. I took her left foot in my hand and started to kiss it. On her instructions, I kissed her toes and licked between them. I kissed the top of her foot and the sole of her foot, which tasted absolutely gorgeous. I loved this! I then did exactly the same thing to her right foot. This was worth all the pain before – her feet were wonderful. She made me worship them for a good 10-15 minutes.       

“OK,” she said “enough”. I sat back, still with the taste of her feet in my mouth. “We’re about five minutes away from the station and I have a problem,” she said “I need to have a pee now”. “What do you want me to do, Gaspazha?” I said meekly. “You remembered the name all the time,” she said “I see I’m going to have more fun with you in the future”. “Yes please, Gaspazha,” I replied.

“Lie down,” she said. Gaspazha removed her panties and stood directly over my face. “Open your mouth, and don’t miss a drop”. She urinated directly into my mouth with uncanny accuracy, pausing periodically to let me swallow her personal champagne. Her bladder must have been very full as it went on for ages.

She stopped as the train pulled into the station. She put her shoes back on, grabbed her handbag and opened the door. I quickly said, “Gaspazha, please let me serve you again”. She turned around, smiling, and leant down putting her panties into my mouth. “I want you to lick every inch of my panties, and think what you’ll be missing if you don’t serve me again”. She stepped out of the carriage and said, “find me if you can” and disappeared.

I lay there for a few minutes hoping nobody would see me but unable to move. I was on a real high. I felt used and abused and very sore. I had been tested physically and mentally by this stunning woman and wanted to serve her again and again and again. I thought back to the beginning of the journey, and smiled to myself as I realised that Russian women are definitely the most beautiful in the world.

I got up and dressed quickly as I heard somebody coming down the platform. My shirt was in a bit of a state and would need replacing. Otherwise, I thought I looked alright though somewhat hot and exhausted. “Ticket please,” the ticket collector said, followed by “Are you alright sir, you have the biggest smile that I’ve ever seen”. “I’m fine,” I said as I skipped and hopped down the platform with sheer joy!

The End

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