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The train was pulling into another station and uncle looked up catching the girl’s slightly embarrassed glance at him and causing him to blush. Somehow he had never managed to overcome this blushing problem when he felt exposed and how exposed he felt just then – his nature seemed naked before this young lady and he had to choose between standing his ground or retreating. He smiled sheepishly. "Jolly warm today", he murmured. "Yes, it is," she replied, "not a day for many clothes, I guess". Uncle was relieved when she got up as the train came to a halt and left it only to be replaced by two teenage lads, who giggled together at his appearance. Their laughter didn’t help him to stop blushing. ‘Why," he wondered, ‘why has the Master exposed me like this ?’ Up to that morning there had always been discretion. In public places, he had always been inconspicuous, the ring through the cartilage in his nose, held open by a neat retainer and his street clothes always plain and unostentatious. He had never worn his septum ring in public before and the very act of putting it in that morning, using the circlip pliers to insert the ball, had been a personal act of coming out – coming out to his public persona - long before his encounter on the platform had meant coming out to his nephew. He had trembled as he put that septum ring in. He realised some possible implications so he had left the house very early while it was still pretty dark. He had walked to a station on a line some way from his home to reduce the chance of meeting anyone he knew. Yet he had walked out of his front door dressed as a sub – ‘face up to it, you’ve become a public sub !’ Uncle had sustained his obedience though to the command to be on that station platform at the moment when, it had transpired, he would coincide with nephew. It had only been a few minutes since he’d stood there in those boots he had shined so carefully, in the socks rolled down so that the longest possible length of his freshly shaved legs showed below his cut off jeans. Tight those old, old jeans and well worn, he had cut them so short that the elastic of his jock strap probably showed from his back – after years of being so careful, he seemed to have thrown caution to the wind. He’d never shown off his tattoo in public either – yes, in the gym but somehow that seemed relatively private, a world it which individuals had space to be themselves. It wasn’t his place to ask why the Master had ordered a public display but he could ask himself why he had chosen to obey in this public world rather than in the shadowy world he had been visiting for so long. As the years had passed his fantasies had gradually been clothed in reality, first alone, then as he took tentative steps into the "foreign" land of leather, rubber and sm. He’d taken them anonymously, darting into shops, bars and clubs, never introducing himself, gradually learning the ropes and even attending the odd class or training day. While his exploration had continued in his imagination and in those shadowy moments which lacked real encounters, his public persona had remained unchanged. Unchanged, of course, for his family up to moments ago when he spotted his nephew on the platform. Nephew too reflected on his journey and on his obedience, obedience to a virtual Master of who he knew next to nothing. He had set out on this journey alone and the company of an uncle with such surprising features was not a comfortable experience. His own journey had been almost entirely virtual up to that point, an exploration of the Web, searches, links, chat rooms and imagination, vivid imagination. Uncle felt nervous and yet he realised that he had chosen to take off his capped-T in front of his nephew so that his nipple rings, so long concealed in public, were easily exposed beneath that old, now sleeveless denim top. Yes, he was blushing. Yes, he was nervous but his boldness took him a stage further and so he stretched his arms out to allow the boys see his nipple rings though he also avoided catching their eyes. He longed for those nipples and he reckoned, ‘why not’. His arms crossed and his hands tucked beneath the denim each to feel an erect nipple and its ring. Nephew would have been perplexed by such a public exhibition in any event but it was almost unbelievable to see his own uncle behaving so provocatively. In what seemed like a dream he got scared that uncle’s cock, with its heavy chunk ring, might be next to make an appearance escaping form its captivity in uncle’s jockstrap. Nephew longed for the next station stop and he wanted to get away. He turned to the boys, "What’s the next station ?" Nephew got up and stood between uncle and the two teenagers taking their attention. Then he strode off down the carriage, not to the next set of doors but to the set beyond. That distance between uncle and himself gave nephew some space to think, ‘what was he getting himself into", while uncle wondered what, if nephew did get off the train when it stopped and if he let him catch up, he should say let alone do next.