Then a stranger sat next to me, sharing my obscured spot. Being too busily bored by the outside world, I was oblivious to his presence. If I had notic...d him I might have thought it odd that he sat with me when so many seats were empty. It must have been few minutes later when he made himself acutely aware to me by resting his hand on my bare knee.I was about to protest, when I faced him, and froze, mouth agape with shock. He had unzipped himself, and was stoking his erection whilst his eyes. You do as you’re told and you never make eye contact. You can be a bit of brat but I have no problem whipping that out of you.’ ‘You mean like BDSM?’ ‘Bondage does nothing for me, but I do like to be obeyed. I also enjoy doling out punishment, when it’s warranted.’ ‘Ok you’re losing me.’ ‘I want you to be my slave.’ ‘Like a love slave or a sex slave?’ ‘Don’t be do naive Jane. I mean a Master/slave relationship. I will train you to behave as I expect and I will punish you when you do not.’ ‘Ok. He ran quickly by the old group and smiled uneasily telling them he'd be right back and headed for the church doors. He went out on the stone steps and looked quickly, his eyes searching every which way for her but she was nowhere to be found, the rain pouring down on him as he made his way back into his sanctuary. "Who was she? Where did she go??" he said to himself.He shook the rain off of himself and then he re-entered his confessional box and one by one heard the sins of the old and frail.. I’ve sampled myself and found it uninteresting. I admit that, but sometimes in a show of solidarity it’s the right thing to do.For now, I extended my hand to slide lightly over her hip. I can feel her muscles. They aren’t prominent, but they are firm under my fingers. She stirred at my touch and turned her head to the other side. Her legs parted slightly and I understood her message.I ran my hand up between her shoulder blades, then back down over her hip and down her near thigh. Her legs.