I don’t know whether it was fate or just co-incidence but something happened shortly afterwards that moved things on.



I make a very good living as a plumber and a couple of weeks later I received an emergency call from a friend of mine who had just taken over ownership of a country pub about twenty miles from where we live. He needed my services ASAP. I knew the village and had heard of the pub but had never visited it before. Luckily the plumbing problem was fixed relatively easily but on the way home I took a wrong turn and realised it only after travelling a couple of miles along a little used road.



Looking for a place to turn around I spotted an opening in an overgrown hedge. Turning into the gap led me to a small piece of land that looked as if it had once been a cindered car park.



There was a long, low, brick building that after a few seconds I realised was an old railway station. The large windows of the building had long since been boarded up. I’d had a couple of beers after finishing work at the pub and looked for a place where I could have a pee.



I got out and started to look around the outside of the building. The large brown double doors were securely locked and I could not see through the boarded up windows. I walked along front following a hedge that was growing alongside a wire fence. A few yards along there was a gap in the fence, no doubt made by children. Once through the gap I came on to the railway tracks. I could see by the rusty rails that no train had passed this way for many years.



After relieving myself against the hedge I walked along to the platform of the old station and found that it was not in a bad condition. The most surprising feature was that the old reinforced glass canopy over the platform was still completely intact.



If there had been any houses close the station there certainly weren’t any now. On the platform there were several doors on which I could see the original titles of the employees. The one marked Station Master was locked from the outside with two large padlocks.



I went to the car for my tool-box then it was a simple task to unscrew the brackets holding the hasps of the padlocks and go into the office. It was pitch black but I had a torch and saw a light switch on the wall. It didn’t work but further along the wall in a corner was a large lever switch and once that was up I tried the light switch again and it worked.



On the wall of the office was a small glass fronted cabinet with a line of hooks bearing an assortment of keys. Among the many bunches of keys there were ones for the waiting room, the booking office and the front door. Using the last two got me from the office into the small booking hall. From this two large brown double doors led back out to the platform.



All of a sudden it hit me that this might be a good place for our isolation bondage session. I felt a tingle of trepidation. With my thoughts miles away I closed the doors and went back to the station master’s office. There I found the padlock keys so I re-fastened the brackets back to the door.



Pocketing the keys I walked back to my car with my heart beating rapidly and realised I had a strong erection; clearly I was excited by the fantasy in my mind.









I drove away from the station and after about half a mile, the country lane snaked over a narrow bridge. From the car I couldn’t see the track that I knew was below so I parked and looked along the way back to the station.



I could just see the rusty ribbon of track leading my eye to the deserted old stopping point. Although I couldn’t really tell in the gathering darkness, I thought that it would take a very keen eye to see anything clearly on the platform. The idea in my mind became even clearer.



I couldn’t wait to get home to talk to Beth and when I arrived told her about my find. To my surprise she was very keen to see it but I was starting to get butterflies in my stomach.



The next evening we went and looked at the station again. Beth was quite impressed and we inspected all the offices and out buildings. Then we checked that the front doors would open easily and she seemed to be satisfied.



We locked up and went to the pub for a quick drink and to discuss the idea about using the station. As we talked I knew that the idea was rapidly forming into a plan. I was not sure now that things were turning out this way, whether to be pleased or not. Either way I was starting to feel more than a little apprehensive.



When we arrived home we continued talking it over as we drank a bottle of our favourite red wine. Beth appeared very keen to go ahead, but I thought this was just an attempt to try and scare me off. Of course I wasn’t going to climb down, certainly not at this early stage. But to allay some of my concerns we agreed that I should make a few more visits to the site and check things over. For instance did anyone ever visit the deserted station or did dog walkers use the track as short cuts? Those and other concerns were buzzing in my head.



Over the next few weeks I made several visits to the station checking it out at different times of the day and night. Eventually I had to tell Beth that there was no reason to not go ahead with our plan.



While planning the scene we had decided that to use the bondage chair that I had made and installed in the cellar a couple of years earlier.



We agreed that a Saturday evening would be best for the session. It was summer and would not be dark until about eleven. The plan was for me to be restrained and left on the platform from 6.30 until about 11.00 in the evening. I tried to argue that inside the Station Master’s office would be best but Beth was adamant that we had agreed right at the start that it had to be outside in the open for it to satisfy my fantasy. I couldn’t argue, because Beth was right, and I agreed to the platform.



We talked about how we would get the chair and the other equipment required into the station without being seen and I suggested taking the chair and what-ever else we required the day before and set it up.



I went to the station another couple of times, one of them at the actual time on the Saturday that we would carry out our intended plan. There was nothing to suggest that there would be any problems at all. So the days flashed by and I grew ever more nervous as the day approached.



On the Friday I went to the station taking the bondage chair and a very large hold-all, leaving them locked in the Station Manager’s office.

The chair was one that I had designed and made myself some years previously. I had used oak wood smoothed and varnished then designed to be bolted to the floor so that no amount of struggling would upset the chair.



For this occasion I had made a strong wooden base because I did not want to drill holes in the concrete platform. The chair was constructed with a very high back and strong arms. All the joints were secure. We had used the chair at home many times before because of the many fixing points built into it.



The legs were designed with two sets of strong struts. One set halfway up between each of the legs. The other four struts were at the bottom so that the chair was made stronger and at the same time could be bolted to the floor. I brought in the heavy base that I had already drilled with holes to fasten the chair.



I went to the village pub for a quiet drink to reflect. My hands were shaking slightly as I thought about what was going to take place the next night. Then I consoled myself that Beth would not carry through with the idea. She would go right to the brink but would pull out at the end. With this thought uppermost I smiled as I drove home.



The next day we acted just like any Saturday, lying in bed late and then reading the papers and having a breakfast. Beth showed no signs of what we were about to do; but then she never did.



Finally it was time to go to the station and we parked off to the side near the hedge so as not to broadcast that anybody was around. I was feeling tense and yet at the time strangely almost remote from what was happening.



We went through the station and on to the platform from the booking office.



By now Beth was acting very cockily and I knew that she was goading me. We often played this silly mental game where each one was trying to impress the other that he or she was not going to back down. Of course, in this particular situation, it was stupid of me to act in this way because I was the one who was going to have to have the discomfort of being tied and the possible embarrassment or fear of being discovered while in that compromising position.



Beth had really nothing to lose and was hardly likely to back down. Her attitude was that if I was stupid enough to want to do it, then she should not have to be the one who backed off. There went the excuse I had visualised getting me out of the plan.



So, with slightly trembling fingers, I opened up the padlocks to the Station Master’s office and carried out the bondage chair and placed it in the position that I had previously chosen on the platform. I bolted the chair to the base then got out the large holdall that contained all the necessary restraints and equipment that Beth would need to complete her task.



Although it was a warm muggy evening I was shivering slightly; Beth just looked at me with that teasing grin on her face; then she told me to strip completely. I went into the office and undressed to my underpants. I know it is crazy but I felt that I wanted to maintain some form of pride. Beth laughed and told me sharply to get them off.