What Do You Really Want?

She walks over to a screen and says “Step behind here and remove all of your clothing. Hand it out to me as you do so.”

I walk behind the screen realizing it is only a flimsy 5' tall half curve. I am certain that some people will be able to see me. I can see over the screen and am forced to watch everyone stop and look as they go by. I begin by removing my shoes and stockings. Not too bad. I begin to blush as I remove my panties and have to hand them out. She holds them up with one finger, making a show of running the wand over them. I am dying of embarrassment, but I catch your eye and as you raise a brow, I know I must continue. I finish unbuttoning the dress and hand it out. She folds it over and places it on the table with the rest of my clothing.

“Is that all maam?” she asks sarcastically. “Yes,” I answer looking down. “Then I will come inspect your jewelry. Put your arms out to your sides and spread you legs.” Now people are openly staring, some laughing, a few men seeming to have to adjust their pants. I am ashamed to be here like this, but I remind myself they really can't see, much. You continue to stand there with that self satisfied smirk on your face. I think I hate you now, but then before I can even finish the thought, I feel a hard tug on the chain between my breasts, making me jump and squeal a bit. The supervisor looks over and asks, “Is everything ok over there.” “Yeah Bob” the female guard answers, “Wand is just a bit cold I guess.” She looks in my eyes as she says this continuing to apply steady pressure to my breasts. Tears form in my eyes but I stay quiet, afraid of what might happen if I resist. She uses her other hand to run the wand up and down my legs, pushing them further apart until I can barely see over the screen. Finally she reaches my freshly shaven pussy. It is so sensitive and swollen she presses the wand hard into my flesh, parting my lips. I gasp but another tug on the chain and I make myself be still. She lifts the wand to her nose and sniffs, grinning she says “Ooo, I think someone likes this.” I am ashamed because she is right. I am so wet, it wants to drip down my leg. She takes the wand and starts pushing again against my lips. She is soon making her way into my pussy. Silent tears now run down my face as I feel I am being split apart. She fucks me with the wand while pulling side to side on the chain. It is not long before I can no longer resist and I cum hard, making very obvious noises and receiving harsh glances from the women in line, while the men are looking at you with envy. Now she sets the wand down and reaches between my legs pinching my clit between her sharp finger nails. I cry out again, softly. And she starts to rub me. Again I can feel myself responding. I try not to. I don't want to. But soon I am bucking against her hand, making the chain pull on each movement. As I feel myself teetering on the edge again, she pinches my clit Hard and rips the clips from my nipples. I cum hard, screaming as the pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. Standing there shaking, seeing everyone stopped and staring at me, the guard says “I'm afraid I'm going to have to confiscate these, miss. ” And she walks over picks up my clothes and hands them to me. I hurriedly dress, leaving only the top 3 buttons undone this time. As I walk out on shaky legs you are there, taking me by the arm and steering me toward the gate.

We arrive just in time to board. It is a smaller plane with only 2 seats on each side of the row. You seat me on the aisle. I am still trying to control my breathing and sit with my head back and eyes closed. I do not see you reach over and twist my nipple. Jumping against the seat, I look at you.

“Oh this is just the beginning, my dear,” you say. You hand me a small silver egg and say “reach under you skirt and place this deep within your pussy. I do as asked. It is easy because I am still so wet. You push my knees back together and take a small leather belt and buckle it tight around my knees, leaving my skirt bunched around my waist. “Now, Princess. You will take one hand and continue to rub and stimulate your nipples. You will keep one hand inside your dress doing this while the other will be between your legs. You are to rub your clit, but not cum. You may change hands, but you may not stop touching yourself for more than a few seconds until the plane lands. I have some papers I need to look over, so do not interrupt me. And remember Do Not Cum.”

As I sit there touching my already abused and sensitive parts, I suddenly feel a sharp tingling deep inside of me. My muscles clench in my pussy automatically and I almost cum. I have to work oh so hard not to. Instead other parts of my body shake with involuntary contractions. The attendant walks by and looks at me with distain. Several passengers are still loading and as they walk by they opening stare at my exposed undies, fingers inside rubbing, hand in my dress and I can see them startle as it dawns on them what I am doing. Thank goodness there are no children on the flight. Finally the plane beings to taxi. I wonder how I got to this place, and more importantly, how far will this go? Part of me wants to run, but I have never backed down from a challenge and I will not back down from this one either.