He always felt sleepy on the train home from work. The hour-long journey always seemed to rock him into slumber. He noted that this especially happened when an older lady, maybe in her 50’s, began using the train. He was transfixed by her elegance and poise. And when he heard her speak in assured tones with that delightful, quiet, maternal burr that older women get, he was blown away. Even though he was only in his early 20’s, he knew he could never resist the power such mature women held over him. He was well aware that most people would find his attraction unconventional at best. In no way did this lessen its irresistible influence on him. The possibility of public disapproval or outright, outspoken ridicule did compel him to conceal his burning desire.

He had a strange sort of a crush on her, especially when she wore a long, liquid-looking, ankle-length, charmeuse satin skirt. She often wore satin blouses. But this particular skirt slipping languidly over her shapely legs and thighs was something else. It was buttoned at the side by six or so glittering diamonds right up to the top of her thighs on one side.

He was entranced and then embarrassed as she revealed she’d caught him looking at it one afternoon. Her only response was silently smiling a “Caught you young man” type smile as he blushed. Was this the first time she’d noticed how attracted to her he’d always been? Realizing he’d probably never know the answer only made his embarrassment increase and his entrancement even deeper and deeper.

One day, the regular train had been replaced by an old one with compartments like in old movies. As he sat alone in one waiting for the train to go, the sliding door opened.

In glided the dreamy satin lady. Her large, bright, penetrating eyes wisely looked down at him asking “Any of these seats taken, my sweet one?”

His mouth fell open as he noted she was wearing THAT SKIRT! Now it was only scant inches from his face. He took a couple of seconds to answer then gulped out, “N- no, no.”

She sat opposite and began reading a paper. At the start of the journey, his heart was pounding–sending life-giving fluids especially into his special place. {He prayed his hopefully discrete gesture of covering his arousal with his briefcase was unnoticed by THIS WONDERFUL WOMAN.} But as time went on, the train again rocked his tired body and he felt increasingly tired. Also, his eyes kept wandering to the wonderfully reflective fabric of that lady’s long, black satin skirt always kept his mind’s eye wondering. When she crossed or uncrossed, tucked under herself or stretched out towards him her incredibly long legs, he could almost feel the soft gossamer material caress his sleeepy face.

His head started nodding. In one last attempt to fight the inexorable path to slumber, he looked up. What he beheld was a caring smile from the lady opposite.

“Ohhh, my sweet darling boy, you are sooooooo sleeeeeeepy. Aren’t you? Is the long, relaxing ride on this train lulling you off to sleeep? Darling! is it all still sooothing you?”

She then placed a silken gloved hand on his. Her voice was a quiet, whispering lashing of calming aural nectar.

“Darling, you are trying to fight sleep to stop your head banging against that train window, aren’t you? Trying to fight your sleepiness is such a shame. You look sooooooo sweeet and peaceful when you sleep. That’s my good, little boy. Now listen like such a good, darling, little man. I have the right idea.”

with that she slithered over and sat behind him and gently stroked his face…

“Why don’t you just lie down and rest your weary head in my lovely satin lap and just fall deeeeply asleeeeeep. I know how much you adore my soft, shiny, silk, satin skirt–don’t you? Ive seen you looking sooooooo relaxed and tiring every moment. My sensuously soothing skirts are ssso feminine aren’t they in your sleeeeeeepy dreams come true? So alluring, so oozing with sensuality arresting you as my words soothe you, my darling. And it is so lovely to see a young man like you feeling so comfortable in my softly relaxing and restful lap. Indeed, you are just my sweet babe. With appreciation for this attire on a mature woman. Come on, why don’t you lay your little head down where you belong in my lap and jussssst sleeeeep. I’ll take care of you. I’ll watch over you as your little eyes flutter, relax, and close. I’ll watch over you and take care of everything.”

Something was still fighting his ever-increasingly strengthening inner urge to give in and yield and do just what she wanted. But she continued to spin an irresistible web to entrap his suspicious and un-adventurous side. It was feeling even better than all his fantasies come true.

“Look at my beautiful skirt, my darling . See how the light gently falls on it making it ripple like dark, shifting sands. The satin sandgirl is coming for you now, my dear. See how the light forms sweet, little whirlpools of tranquility in my skirt’s sweet, charmeuse depths. Your growing relaxation is drawing your tired, little head towards it. Feeling yourself relaxing and resting and coming towards the still bright, satin-clad flower of my mature, mesmerizing womanhood. Go on, my restful dear one. Let yourself go to sleepiness. Don’t resist me. Just curl up like a tired, little chick in my silken nest.”

Suddenly, he let his head slide down and rested his cheek against the languorously sweet folds of black satin. He cautiously placed his muscular left arm around her thighs.

“Ohhh!! my little angel, that’s it. No more resistance. Sleeeep, deeeep sleeeeep, deeeeep sleeeeeeep, deeeeeep sleeeeeep!!!”

As her soft fingers caressed his earlobes, he felt his manhood rise as it often did when he was drowsy. He felt sooooooo drowsy. He must have dreamt the whole experience. He thought he felt a satin-sheathed hand dip into his trousers and begin massaging his already hard manhood up and down. He also must have imagined he heard those words “Thats right, my dear. You don’t need to do anything. Just relaxxx and sleeeep. Your goddess will do the rest.” He ignored what must have been his fantasizing and drifted away into even deeper sleepiness.

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He had an even stranger dream. He was suddenly not in that lovely lady’s lap. He was standing up and his lips were suckling on her large breasts. A soothing hand pulled him closer. He felt his man wand pushing against soft satin which came away to reveal a soft, moist, feminine love-cave.

“That’s it, my little soldier. Give your Goddess what She wants. That’s it. Thrust deeper ! deeper!! The deeeper you sleeep, the harder you thrust. I’ve waited ssooo long. Now push harder, my dear. you are doing sooo, sooo well. Think of My satin skirt, My darling. The soft, soothing, sensual material lapping you up and wrapping your horny, little body. Cum for Me, My little prince. Yes ! yessss!!!”

He was puzzled at this dream. Then he recalled the sweetest orgasmic release that he had ever had. He wasn’t quite sure, but he thought he heard “Good, little man boy ” before he again fell into an ecstatic sleeep.

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He awoke–but not in the soft, gentle satin lap or the train carriage.

he was in a pink room with a double bed in the corner. But he wasn’t on the bed even though he was completely naked. he was sitting on a hard backed chair with his hands restrained behind his back. The room was filled with scented candles and was warm and soothing in stark contrast to the realization he had been imprisoned in this comforting place.

The door opened . Before he saw the face of his captor, he saw THAT satin skirt swirling into view. he looked up at The Lady on the train Who now had a harder more mocking expression.

“CUM into My parlour said The Silken Spider to the sleepy, weak, little, male fly” She wickedly cackled.

he could not understand why this was happening. Her demeanour was so sweet before.

As if reading his mind She said

“Oh, darling , the earlier act was just something for Me to get you in the mood and entrap you. For I am a Real Black Satin VENUS Flytrap waiting for you–the silky nectar-loving, little, male insect to stumble sleepilly into My clutches.”

She grabbed his chin. Her face and those humongous, horny eyes mere inches from his.

“I noted your satisfying size and I want it. Not just for a “Quickie” in a train carriage, but forever. I have claimed you, My sweet. I am now your Goddess!! And through my satin skirt of submission and obedience you will happily be mine for the rest of your “Sexually Active” life.”

“Please, I really enjoyed how you nurtured me. Can’t we just do that occasionally?”

She rounded angrily on him.

“Typical, childish, masculine, self-willed, trying to hold on to being in charge response! Don’t think I haven’t heard it before. I will not be your plaything on your terms. I want to OWN you and I will complete the irreversible, inescapable process.”

“But I’ll resist you” he said, attempting to muster up what little waning confidence was left in him.

Her laughter was utterly wicked and supremely confident. “Utter rubbish! you couldn’t even resist a train rocking you to sleep , My drowsier-looking, little boy toy. My soothing skirt is all-powerful, My dazed, daunted, dazzled, tired, little darling . It induces, increases, and amplifies rest for you and recreation for Me. Tell you what, lets see you try in vain to resist. My desire is you will be smothered by my womanhood. Behind this skirt there’s no panties. My sweet, lets have a contest. If you stay awake, you can go.

“Remember the train, my sleepy dear. Remember how it rocked you from side to side. Well, keep looking at My skirt, my dear, dazed, little man-child. See it rock you sleepily from side to side. I see you are mindlessly drifting from side to side. As you dream of pleasing Me, every scintilla of light is relaxingly reflected by the soft material into your sleeeeeeepy face, My dear. The even drowsier face that sweetly snuggled sleepily into it’s restful folds. Restfully watch the skirt, My dear, as it rocks you back and forth, back and forth. Even if you sleepily refuse to admit it, I see you relaxing and drowsily responding like you did when I attracted and allured you on the train, my dear. But this time, you must follow it with your drowsier and tiring and sleepy eyes as it moves you gently back and forth, back and forth.”

Despite all his feeble efforts to resist Her advances and advancing control, he felt that sleeepy, peaceful, and rather arousing feeling again.

“That’s it, sweetie pie. Restfully watching My soothing skirt gently carrying you relaxingly back and forth. See how effortlessly and easily and irresistibly The black, satin skirttt is taking away all your resistance is smoothly vanishing away ever so easily. I see you want to bury your head in it again–don’t you? Now, just let your sleeeeepy, tired eyes close. Close your eyes as your head falls forward in rapture at My soft, silky skirt of satin surrender and deeep sleeeeep. Relaxxxxxx! Relaxxxxxxx!! Relaxxxxxxxx!!!“`

“Now look at the glittering diamonds sleepily dazzling you, My restful and relaxing darling. See My hand prepare to unbutton the one nearest to My ankle. Soon, I’ll reveal My feet and softly shining ankle bracelets and why you feel sooooooo sleepy gazing at them. Now, angel, I will count every diamond button that I undo from one to six. Number six is closest to My sex, My dear. And by the time of your life when I reach number six, you will be enveloped by the satin folds. And then you will be softly smothered to sleeep.”

She undid the first button and the second. As She unclasped the third, She mocked him and urged him to resist. But he could not. She saw his head was lolling forward. As She undid the forth and fifth, his head kept drooping forward as her skirt gyrated slightly before his fluttery eyelids.

“Now number six is My lucky number, She said. “As it undoes, your tired, little, sleepier eyes are closing ! closing !! closing!!! Now feel my thighs and surrender to My tunnel of sweet, satin lust smothering your face, My darling. Smothering you into hypnotic, erotic sleeeep. My darling , erotic, sensual sleeep with Me is better than your wildest fantasies. Worship My skirt and the hot, wet womanhood that longs for your face to be thrust silkily towards it. I’ve drawn you here to take Me into triumphant ecstasy. And you will everlastingly and increasingly luxuriate into sweetly vanquished sleeeeeeep! sleeeeeeeeeeeep! sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!!“`

Her victorious eyes rolled lasciviously. She pushed his hypnotized head back and then drew it into Her thighs.

“See! My lover” She said stroking his forehead, “I haven’t as such hypnotized but “Skirtnotized ” you. And you are now My pleasuring pet pleasure forever. you will follow Me for the rest of your sexually active years. Oh I will take care of you afterwards, because I choose to lavish My loyal, obedient, and lust-filled pet. But I will now “Skirtnotize” you every night. For My sweet, satin skirt is your key to sleeepy reverie and My key to languorous lust.”

ENDS