I haven't known him very long, and yet I find myself almost mourning his absence even before it starts after he told me he was going away. I know it's wrong to feel so possessive. Part of his attraction is his honor and devotion to those he loves. I so hope someday to be one of those people. But for this weekend he must be Daddy. I'd love to see him with his kids, I bet he is awesome. I wonder if they're as adorable as he is. I write to him, then go to chat and play online. I find a suitable candidate, then realize my mind is back on all those wonderful emails, stories and moments stolen together. I cut things short before they really get beyond polite with this dom and decide to just go to bed. I lie there feeling so restless. I can't get him out of my mind. Tossing and turning, again and again. At some point my husband rolls over and asks "Are you ok?" "Uh, yeah, just can't get comfortable." I lie there a little longer then decide I just can't take it anymore. I get up and get online researching flights and time zones. My daughter will be going to stay with a friend this weekend, maybe I can make an excuse. I say I just need some time alone to think. He looks at me a little concerned, but kisses me goodbye and lets me go.
Next thing I know I am on a puddle jumper to get to a real airport then over the ocean. A 12 hour flight. Sigh, I guess I know what I'll be doing. I occupy my time writing to him, for him. He has given me more information than I need to find him. How could he ever have thought I would do this. I hope I'm not being too scary. I just want to see him and maybe, only if I can get him alone for a moment I will say hello and steal a kiss.
It is night as I steal along near the camping area. The woods are dark and hide me well. There is some sense of danger as to what else may be out here. I observe a group around a camp fire. Soon the children are all sent to bed and the adults stay talking. I see him and feel like I can't breathe. He seems restless, pacing. Finally I hear him say, "I am just too wired to sleep, you mind watching the boys so I can take a walk?" Someone answers and he walks away into the wood.
I hurry after him. Trying to be quiet, but so afraid to miss this chance. Soon I close the distance. I see him stop and look behind him, but I am hidden. Soon he comes to a clearing. I have to hold back, not wanting to be seen yet. I count to 100 then approach the clearing. He is no where to be seen. Oh God, what am I doing here? What was I thinking? I am so nervous and frightened. He's going to think I'm crazy. I never should have done this. It's too soon for this kind of surprise. I turn to walk back, and run right into his chest.
"Hello Lauri", he says quietly, "Did you think I did not know you were here? I sensed your presence, that is why I decided to walk." I am breathless standing there. My heart is pounding like a hummingbird caught in my chest. What is he going to do? No one even knows I'm here. If feel stupid and irresponsible. Finally I take a deep breath and look into his eyes. I am amazed to see a mixture of lust and laughter. I begin to relax.
As if he was waiting for this, he pounces, grabbing me hard and pressing me close to him. Oh this is so much better than I even imagined. I am thankful his arms are around me for I feel so weak. He kisses me hungrily. I can feel his cock responding to the touch of our bodies and my body responds in turn. Finally he releases me and I fall to my knees. Instead of feeling bad or even self-conscious, it just feels so right. He reaches down and pets my head, running his hands through my hair. Again I relax into his touch and again he reacts, grabbing a huge handful of hair and pulling me up. I rise quickly but not very gracefully.
He pushes me back against a large tree, holding me there with one hand. Suddenly I am very afraid. "Why did you come here, Lauri? Did you think it would please me to find you spying on me, invading my life?" he asks brusquely. I can't answer. I know he's right, I have done something terrible. Tears form in my eyes, but I cannot speak. In his other hand he takes my chin and lifts my eyes to his. More quietly he asks, "Why are you here? Tell me." I feel compelled and start to answer several times, but keep stopping realizing everything I could say is just an excuse. Then I answer, "I'm sorry", and drop my eyes. He leans in and kisses me softly. Again he says "Tell me why you are here." I answer, "I just wanted to see you". Again he says, "Tell me why you really came all this way."
I stop and think. What is good enough? Why did I do this? I look at him again and after a very deep breath say, "I want you. I need you. I need to feel that I truly do belong to you, if only for a moment." "What do you want, Lauri? What do you want from me?" he asks. Finally I know, I answer with a voice on the edge of breaking, "Fuck me, Dog, please." "As the lady desires" he says, and grabs me under my arms and swings me around. He lays me down on a soft bed of leaves, he presses his chest against mine as he kisses me deeply. Oh this is what I have waited for. Our hands explore each others bodies, touching everywhere but lingering no where. He stops and rolls away propping his head on one hand.
"Stand up." I comply. "Undress for me the way you know I like." I start by running my hands over my arms, across my belly and up to my breasts. The shirt is thin and my nipples are obvious though the material. I slowly unbutton the shirt and let it fall away. Underneath is a sheer demi-bra, barely containing most of my breasts. I release the catch in the front and let my breast fall free, that always feels so good. I shrug my shoulders to drop the bra off me and remove my skirt. I turn around slowly, giving him a good view. I stop facing away and bend over to remove my shoes. I can see he remembers this from one of our encounters online and he smirks a little. My eyes go to his pants and I can tell he is enjoying the show. Looking between my legs I look into his eyes, as I reach up and take the edge of my panties in my hands and slowly reveal my the treasure beneath. After stepping out of them, I stay facing away. I spread my legs until they almost strain and then pull open the lips of my pussy, letting him see how much I am enjoying this.
"That's enough. Come here.” I walk closer to him as he lies back. "Stand over me." I hesitate but he does not, "NOW". "Spread you legs. Farther. Farther." I am almost in a split right above his chest. He reaches up and touches me, plunging 2 fingers into my pussy. I tighten up and moan at the intrusion. His thumb comes up to brush my clit. I shiver at the sensation and the intimacy of the moment. "Do not move." I stay perfectly still outside, but inside the butterflies are swarming. He grabs hold of me as if I am a bowling ball or something. I gasp, but do not pull away. "Look at me, Lauri". I look down into his eyes and they are so fiery and passionate.
"This is mine."
"Yes Dog"
"It belongs to me"
"Yes Dog"
"I will do with it as I please, when I please"
"Yes Dog" I feel myself becoming so wet I fear I will drip down his arm.
"You are mine"
"Yes Dog. Always Dog"
"What will you do for me?"
"Anything Dog"
"Anything?"
"Yes, Dog. Anything" And I realize it is true.
"I would love to take my time with you, but you know I can't." I can hear a touch of regret in his voice. "There will be time for that later, perhaps on a warm sandy beach or somewhere you never expect to see me" I shiver again, he still holds me tight. It feels oh so right. "For now I will answer your question about how I would react if we were really together." At that he pulls down hard and I fall against his chest. He grabs my breasts and pulls them to his mouth. He is rough and I love it. It feels as if he is out of control. I can't believe I am getting just what I want. My hands reach down and unfasten his shorts, pushing them down below his hips.
He pushes me away and says, "On your knees". I kneel, with him behind me. He pushes me down hard. I can feel his cock pushing against my slit. He leans over me and whispers, "You want the Dog?" "Yes" I answer. "Then I will take you as my namesake." At that he thrusts himself into me. Impaling me on his oh so hard and throbbing cock. My face is pushed into the ground, but all I can feel is him inside me. Filling me up. His tip pressing against my cervix. It feels as if I may bust. His hands grab my hips and I already have to fight not to cum. "Touch yourself, Lauri. Do not stop but do not cum until I say its time" "Yes, Dog," I say between thrusts. One hand reaches to rub my clit. I rub it hard, knowing that will help me to hold off, I hope long enough.
He begins to thrust into me harder and faster. I fear I will be torn apart, but I don't care. OMG, how am I going to wait? It seems so soon, and yet like forever before he says, "Now Princess, cum for me. NOW". I need no encouragement. I let myself go just as I feel him swell inside me. He shoots hard, like he has been waiting for me for so long. The waves of pleasure rock my body again and again. I just knew it would be this way. As we both seem to come back into ourselves, we fall to the ground. We look at each other, and I expect that awkward moment after the first time. Instead we catch each others eyes, and giggle. He grabs me and kisses me tenderly. I am jelly in his arms. I think to myself, yes anything.
As our breathing returns to normal, we both seem to feel the real world pressing in again. We roll away from each other and start finding our clothing and putting ourselves back together. As I finish putting on my shoes, I stand beside you. You take my hand and kiss it. We walk without talking back toward the campsite. Before we get too close, we stop. You take both hands and turn me to face you. You take my face in both of your hands and kiss my forehead. Looking in my eyes, you say "I am thrilled that we had this time together, but you know this was wrong. I am your Dom. Never do something like this without my permission again." "Yes, Dog," and I try to look away, but you won't let me. "I want you to go home now. There are two things for you to take with you. First, I give you my love, because you truly are becoming precious to me, and I can not wait to explore this world further with you. Second, I want you to think about why this was wrong, and write me a letter of apology. In this letter I expect you to devise an appropriate punishment. I may choose to use that one or one of my own devising, but I expect you to come up with something that would please me." You pull me tightly to you and kiss me thoroughly. "Now go Princess". And you walk away back into the camp. No one appears to be awake and I think this is good.
As I pick my way back to where I left the rental car I start to think about what to write. On the drive, I replay the scene over and over. As soon as I get on the plane, I open my laptop and begin to type. Hmmmm, I think something involving a lack of underwear and public exposure.........
SB - so what's this about restraints?
RD - do you need some?
SB - well, some say I do all the time
RD - and now?
SB - what do you think?
RD - kind of hard to put a leash on a bunny
SB - gotta use a harness
RD - but I'll try anything once, twice to be sure lets seee, a leather or rope harness?
SB - ooooo I like either shall I struggle or give in meekly, so hard to decide
RD - lets try a rope harness for now first a loop at one end to go around the neck down the chest lifts hair off neck, making it easy. around the body over and under the breasts
SB - *giggles*
RD - a few knots to squeeze the breasts and make them swell
SB - oooo nice
RD - then down to the waist and around to the back and tie the hands
SB - didn't know you were so good at this
RD - back to the front and lower to the pussy down between the legs up to the hands
SB - tries to hide smile and soft moan
RD - now around the hip to the front and back between the legs on the right side over to the left hip and back to the pussy around the hands and back under and up to the belly. checking the pussy ropes to be sure two are in the groove and one strand to each side
By now I am very wet and I want this so bad. I say so, and he suggests that he come over to my place. I feel safe here, so I give him the address. Soon he arrives rope in hand and proceeds to tie me as described. I love the feeling of the ropes, so immobilized, squeezed so tight.
"And now what will you do with me?" I ask. He squeezes the lips and the clit and I moan and push against his hand.
"Now a slip on dress and off we go for some window shopping," he says. "Whoops forgot to tie the small bell to the rope end under the dress." I am a bit frightened, but I am in a city where no one knows me, my hands tied under the dress and a small bell tinkling as I walk and the ropes rubbing my clit and lips raw, every step a climax waiting to happen.
He follows just behind me, seeing people look questioningly. He wonders how soon before they smell how excited I am? We go down the street and into a leather store. The woman in charge nears and glances at me and I blush. She then ignores me and addresses him "The pet store is three doors down"
"I am looking for a leather harness that can restrain without covering the important parts and holes." "This way sir." She leads us into a back room where there are mannequins on the walls each wearing a unique leather outfit. I realize that the mannequins are girls and are tied to the wall. He looks each over then says "This one, in white then."
The woman snaps her fingers and a girl encased in leather approaches she measures your body and cops many feels of your tender spots. I feel like a piece of meat at the butchers. He hands the proprietor a card and says, ship it to this address, and we leave.
We make our way back to the hotel and ride the elevator to the top floor. On the top floor he removes my dress and directs me to the stairs. My eyes widen and I start to protest. He gets in the elevator and the doors close. I stand there looking down the stairwell, wondering what to do now.
Standing on the stairs there is a movement in the shadows. You hear the Lift start on its way down and decide there is no alternative but to hope he is there at the bottom waiting for you. It is difficult with your hands tied and the soft cotton ropes digging in so tenderly to you. You wish he had let you put the new harness on it might have been more comfortable.
You start your decent and take it slowly so as not to topple on your heels. There is movement in the shadows once more but you are focused on descending the stairs not even aware of the bell ringing now as you step down one stair at a time. You are down two flights almost and getting a bit more confident of your footing. There is a sharp buzzing sound and the lights go out one by one. You are left in darkness the only light the dim glow of the city and the moonlight seeping in through the skylight at the top of the stairs.
You are aware of the slight chill as you shiver. Looking around you take a moment to let your eyes adjust to the light. There is only the sounds of the city in a low hum in the background all else is silent. You talk to yourself reassuring your self that no harm can come if you are calm and sensible. Then you hear something.
Steps? Was it steps? A soft padding sound, like someone walking in bare feet or some animal stalking its prey. 'No problem Lauri' you tell yourself and you decide to carry on down to where there will be light on the street. You feel the goose bumps on your flesh and your hair feels as though it tingles.
"Did you think I wouldn't know Lauri?" the words freeze you as you stand rooted to the spot. Looking about in the gloom you cannot make anything out. Your mouth feels dry. You lick your lips nervously.
"Those ropes look good on you Lauri, but you should have waited. Waited till I was ready for you."
"No, it can't be you."
Then you let out a scream as you feel a hand clasp your hair and pull you head back. You stumble a little your heels clicking on the marble steps. You feel the figure behind you and feel his hot breath on your neck.
"It can Lauri, did you think you were the only one who can catch a plane?"
"No, I just meant¡"
"You didn't carry out your punishment Lauri. It's time to pay."
"No, no, please."
"Stand still Lauri!" you feel the grip in your hair slacken and in the darkness fingers work at the white rope below your breasts pulling it up and over them so it lies across the line of your nipple squeezing them into your chest. You wince as the fingers work on the rope untwisting it where it passes over the nipple. Then you realize what is intended. You are too startled to run as skillful fingers slip your now hard nipples through the unwound section of the rope and as it is freed it traps your nipple in a violent embrace making you scream and wince as your nipple feels like it will bust. You stare in disbelief as the other one meets the same fate and you can feel them throb. In moments it subsides and they become numb just a dull aching registers and you know they will be very sensitive whenever they are released.
Using your hair I pull you to the banister and bend you over the rail. The rope stretches sending a shot of pain, no pleasure through your mercilessly trapped buds. Your ass is exposed to me and your breasts hang tightly bound to you over in the cold of the air. You feel something on your body and realize it is a riding crop. You start to struggle but my strong hand holds your hair in my grip and your rope bonds do the rest.
The crop is run slowly up your inner thigh between your legs over the ropes and strokes you between the thighs. Up your buttocks and waist jumping over the ropes as it is dragged against your skin. Then, for a moment nothing. Swish, the crop is brought own smartly on your backside. You jump as the ropes dig in and you feel the welt form as another blow is resigned on you. Each swish makes you close your eyes and grit your teeth and you count six and it stops.
You feel a bare hot hand rub your buttocks. The owner is pleased, not to harsh they will die down in a day but you can feel the raised welt where the crop has kissed you. The hand moves between your legs over the ropes guarding your pussy and runs up the length of them.
"What's this? You're wet Lauri." You try to slip his finger into you. But all you feel is the cold metal ball on one end of the crop being presented to you. "Fuck this Lauri if you want to be forgiven." You hesitate; the cold globe against you gently pushing in and you cannot help but move back onto it. "I thought so Lauri, this is what you want isn't it. Isn't it Lauri?"
You whimper "No" but you know deep down it is. He starts to fuck you with the crop and you hear it slipping in and out of you. Your pussy lips held close by the ropes and making the crop rub against the lips as it slips in and out. You start to cum violently and your hips try to fuck the crop harder but it isn't steady enough and your orgasm is nowhere near as hard as you wish it to be. After you continue to fuck the crop hoping for a greater release and your breasts rub the rail as you do so. Then it is violently withdrawn from you.
"What do you want Lauri?"
"Please fuck me!" you cry "quickly please!"
You hear a zip pulled in the silence of the dark your panting filling your ears and you feel his hot, burning erection at your pussy. Taking your hips he slips the head of his cock inside but the ropes hold you together and it feels like he is splitting you. You scream as he forces himself into you and then the pain subsides to pleasure as he starts to piston inside you.
This is what you crave a hard solid cock inside you, more than anything just now it's what you need. Your pussy ripples as it greedily sucks him in and the ropes make it feel huge stretching you labia and nipping them each time it thrusts inside you. Then quite unexpectedly you cum. You are not ready and you scream in the night. You shake as the invader keeps on and continue as you feel him ready to cum to.
"What do you want Lauri? Tell me!" he demands.
"Cum inside me please make me feel you deep inside me!"
You clench your teeth as he pulls quickly from you making you squeal with pain and surprise. "You don't deserve that Lauri." As he says this you feel the warm sticky fluid spill over your back covering the ropes. It seems it won't stop as he seems to flood the small of your back. You feel battered and abused. You feel unsatisfied at least fully.
You hear the zip once more. "I'll see you tomorrow. You had better get your punishment done Lauri."
Then, silence. You are left in the dark leaning over the rail recovering. In a moment you hear a buzzing and the lights come on one by one and you hear the lift spring into life.
I have given great thought to the punishment I deserve. I am a firm believer that punishment should have a purpose and therefore it should relate to the mistake made. First I really had to think about my transgression and why it was wrong in so many ways, then I could think of ways to make amends for my behavior.
I feel my first mistake was to presume to determine when and how we should meet. I also intruded upon your real life world and risked causing a problem for you. I put my own self at risk because I took off without telling anyone where I was going and went into the woods alone where anything could have happened. Even though it was your decision to go ahead and make this encounter a truly fabulous adventure, I did cause you to be gone for a very long time, and this could have again placed you at risk for discovery.
I sit at my desk and try to come up with something, but it is Friday, and I just can't wait for the day to be over. After lunch work practically stops and everyone is becoming relaxed and ready for the long weekend. My daughter is scheduled to go home from school with her friend because they are going away for the weekend with her family. Of course that means I have to stay until 4. So difficult on Friday! Finally it's 3:45 and I can't take it anymore. “GO home” I announce and the rush is on. It takes no time for me to join in and get moving, even though I really have no reason to rush.
I drive home singing loud to a favorite cd. As I pull in the driveway, I see there is a strange car. Who would be here? My step-daughter? She doesn't have a key. Maybe he told her where the spare was. Not what I was in the mood for on a Friday afternoon. I try the doorknob and it is locked, so I use my key. I walk in saying “Hellloooo?” As my eyes adjust to the dimness of the living room I see you sitting on the couch sipping a drink, looking completely at home. With that quiet voice you say “Hello, Lauri”. I gasp. You can't be here. This is my home. Anyone could stop by, how would I explain you? “Please, you have to go!” I say urgently. “No,” you reply simply. I become a bit frantic, I hear my dogs going insane wanting to be let out. I use that excuse to leave the room and let them outside. Before returning I try to calm myself, thinking, the only way to get this over is to cooperate, then beg if necessary.
“What do you want Paul?” I use your real name because I want you to know this is no longer a game to me.
“You said anything. Actually you repeated that several times. I'm just here to collect.” I think to myself, damn, my big mouth getting me in trouble again. My phone rings, I know who it is, I don't have to look. You look at me questioningly but say nothing. It stops and a few seconds later it beeps to indicate a message. “Who was that, Lauri?” Your voice is all command and I can tell you will not put up with games today.
“My husband”, I answer. “He always calls this time of day to say when he will be home.”
“Listen to the message so you know how much time we have. You will then call him back and tell him that your sister has called and wants you to come up for a few days. Just you. Girl time together.”
“But..” I start to say.
“Do as I say,” your voice scares me just a bit and I can feel the wetness beginning to form between my legs. I make the call without hesitation. I am ashamed by how quickly I am manipulated and by how much it is turning me on. As I hang up, I know he doesn't believe me, but he won't question me.
“Now let's go look through your things and see if you have anything suitable for a trip.” I walk with you to the bedroom. My bedroom that I share with my husband. It feels so wrong to have you here. You begin to look through the closet, taking out a few things, but mostly tsk-tsking. My style is beach casual comfortable or very dressy. It seems you only take some of the classier clothes, sheer blouses, suits, a dress or two. You begin pulling out drawers, I am bright red as you find my husbands clothes first. It is bad enough you are invading my world, but you should not touch his. “Shoes?” you ask, and I point to a hall closet. You pick out several styles and tell me to put them in the bag. “And your hidden toys? Show me Lauri.” I feel so exposed to share this with anyone. It is a nice little collection and in the bag it goes.
Just then my phone rings again, I glance and it is my daughter, I must answer it. “Hey mom, I forgot something, are you home?” “Yes” “We're going to stop by in a few minutes can you get my charger and bring it out” “Sure, honey.” As I slam the phone closed I say “You have to leave!”
“Oh I do, do I?” you say with a smirk. “Please, my daughter will be here any minute, and her friend's family. The mom is one of my best friends, I'll never be able to explain this.” Tears begin to form in my eyes and I beg “Please”. You let me twist for a few more seconds which feels like hours to me. “I will go.” You say, “But after I do, you will pack whatever you will need for two days and meet me at the airport.” “Yes, yes, anything,” I say while pushing you through the door. You stop on the porch and reach in lifting my skirt and grabbing my pussy. I look around, my neighbors are close and I am panicked. Catching my eye you say “Do not disappoint me, I'd hate to have to come back here to get you. Who knows when that might be” Then you turn and walk away.
I turn around and try to get my head together. OMG I can't believe this. I feel so violated. Then I realize I am supposed to. You have invaded my world as I invaded yours. You have taken away any choice in meeting with you. You have taken a chance at having me get caught or having to explain something there is no explanation for (what would be a good reason for letting a strange man lift your dress and touch you so intimately where anyone could see?) And soon I will go to meet you, not knowing what is to become of me, but knowing I must place my trust completely in you.
“Open your dress Lauri, reveal yourself to me.” At that moment the door opens and another man walks in and looks at you. He goes to the urinals and then looks over his shoulder at your head peeking over the top. You look pleadingly at me as you hold the top of your dress open to me to reveal your bra-encased breasts right in front of my face. I take a penknife from my pocket and reaching up I cut first one shoulder strap then the other. The man looks front again and decides he can't go when you are looking over there and as I start to cut through between the cups of the bra he leaves in a hurry.
With half a dozen cuts I have the bra hanging from you and your breasts have sprung free. I pull the garment from you and you are pulled close to me and your breasts brush against my face. I steady you and push you back upright but your nipples are already stiff and hard. I want so much to take them in my mouth and suck on them and bite them gently. But there is going to be time enough for that. I slip my hand in my pocket and draw out a silver colored chain. Holding up for you to see it has a silver colored crocodile clip on each end.
L ovingly I take your right nipple in my fingers distending it as I clip the serrated jaws firmly down on it. As I let go your nipple takes the weight and you draw your breath in through your teeth as you feel the tug on your nipple, I take the clip in the other end and doing the same on the left one you feel it bite but the weight on the steel chain is shared and you are relieved.
“Now do yourself up Lauri.” You start to button up the dress with some relief but I stop you as you get to the third top one. This leaves your dress open to the bottom of your rib cage almost. You pull the dress closed as much as you can but the bulge of your breast is still tantalizingly visible as is the silver chain suspended between them.
You look down at me. “What now?” you say. I reach up my hand and placing them on your hips I lift you down.
“Follow me Lauri.” Your hand takes mine and I think to let it go but I let you have this one concession and with your bag in my other hand I lead you to the security area. As we go the chain pulls gently at the clips on your nipples and they ache deliciously. Your breasts gently bob and the bullet hard nipples are clearly visible poking the material of your dress. You try to walk slowly so as not to be too obvious but you still attract a few surprised stares form men and a few women as we make our way. Soon we stand in line still holding hands and then it suddenly strikes you and you start to feel panicky.
“No Dog, you can't.” your hand is clasping mine tight now but it is too late and the security officer motions for you to walk forward. You feel his and his colleagues eyes upon you and as you pass through the detector the alarm sound. I put the bags through and follow.
“Please stand to the side Maam.” He says. “Angela could you see to this lady please.” A young female officer steps in front of you and runs a small detector over you. I look on as she does this and the hand held device makes a buzzing sound.
Looking at your open blouse and seeing the chain she looks at you with a knowing look on her face. “Have you any personal jewelry Maam?”
You swallow your throat dry once more “Yes officer.” You look away unable to meet her gaze as she nods her head. “Want to come with me Miss please we will have to have a look to check it out.”
I interrupt at this moment “It's okay officer she will let you check here we are rushing for a connection. You don't mind do you Lauri?”
You shake your head “No”.
You absolutely sure Maam?” She has a concerned look on her face but you say “It's okay I guess do what you have to.”
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.
You spend the entire flight doing as you were told. After about twenty minutes the shame subsided as it became harder and harder to do as asked and not cum. The belt started to dig in a little and people stared at you as they walked up and down the cabin. It was just a small plane about sixty or seventy seats. There was one cabin crew on duty, pretty red head with green eyes. Her red uniform showed her figure off well. She was slim and her knee length skirt hinted at the shapely legs below. She approached us and you looked at her almost pleading to her to help some how.
She leaned across you to speak to me and said something in my ear you couldn't make out. Her crisp white blouse brushed you face and then she was standing again. She kneeled and she undid the belt lightly stroking your thigh as she did so with the white gloved hands she freed you with. She slipped her hand inside your blouse and pulled your hand out. I leaned across and told you to go to the back of the plane. You weren't sure what was going on. Up you got and went to the back to a small galley area. We followed and as you stood there limbs weak you felt the egg start to slide.
It fell to the floor and she picked it up. Turning around she closed the curtained and taking the belt she bound your wrists above your head to the bulkhead. You looked at me pleading for this to stop. Then you felt her gloved hand slip inside your dress and start to roll your nipples in her fingers squeezing them and making you wince. She pulls your hair to one side and then kisses you on the neck and then licks your cheek lewdly. She goes to a locker and takes out a vibrator. It is large and black. She takes delight in holding it up before your face and twisting the base to start it. Then she pulls it down your body. She lifts your dress and rubs her hand of your pussy as you flinch and she lifts the now wet glove to her face and licks her fingers.
With one hand she spreads your pussy and the other one slides the vibrator into you. She stands in front of you and raising her skirt she takes off her stocking and uses it to tie around your knees holding your thighs together. Then looking at you she kisses my cheek leaving a red lipstick mark there. She uses her leg to rub my thigh and runs her hands down my chest. Without taking her eyes from you she unzips me and takes out a fairly impressive stiff erection in her gloved hand. She gets on her knees and makes to either kiss my cock or take it in her mouth as you look on but with my hand on her head I stop her.
She looks up at me and takes my cock in her hand and leads me over to you. She pulls the stocking from your knees and uses her fingers to retrieve the vibrator. It makes a sucking sound as it slips out and she presents your backside to me. Then taking my erection in her hand you look back to see and feel her guide it in to you. As you hand suspended there I start to fuck you slowly but you are already wet and aroused and it doesn't take much for the sensations to start to rise once more. She pulls on your nipples as as I fuck you then my hands brush hers aside as I take over their work but with tenderness as I slap into you.
You climax, a small one and you hope I didn't notice. You look over your shoulder to see her, skirt hitched up and the vibrator slipping in and out of her pussy as she watches us. Soon I am near ready to explode once more and you try to hold back an earth shattering climax. I lean into your ear. Cum for me Princess, I love you. As I say the words we cum together the words spinning around your brain as you feel lifted out of your body and I send jets of hot cum inside you. Simultaneously you hear the stewardess holding back the sound as she climaxes at the sight of us.
Fortunately the flight was only one and a half hours but seemed like a lifetime to you. As the plane touches down you feel the relief as you finally stop abusing yourself but you feel battered and bruised by the experience.
Once again you felt ashamed at what you had done. The seat beneath you was soaking wet and your legs belted and thighs displayed made you want to curl up in a big hole and hide from everyone.
Once again I felt ashamed at what I had done. The seat beneath me was soaking wet and my legs belted and thighs displayed made me want to curl up in a big hole and hide from everyone. But of course that isn't going to happen, not with you around. As we taxi to the gate, you continue to read through the documents in your lap, not looking up at all. Soon we stop and people start gathering their belongings and debarking the plane. I wait to see when you would move. The people walking by tend to smirk, or even laugh as they look at me. I figure you realized this would happen and that is why you are waiting. I relax back into the seat, understanding we will be last to leave. A few minutes later the last person debarks and the pilots come back through the bulkhead. Taking their things with them, one says, "Hey Ashley, we're off. You ok to finish up here?" The attendant answers, "Yeah, sure. See you guys in the morning." and they leave. She then reaches over and closes the door.
She walks back to our seat and puts her hand out to me, "Come", she demands. I look over to you, and you continue to not meet my eye. I take her hand and stand, and as she leads me away I look back at you, still examining your papers and think I see the slightest smirk on your face, but then she pulls me hard, and I have to struggle not to fall in my heels. She takes me to the front of the plane where the jump seats are for the attendants. "Strip" she says. I look back to you, but can no longer see you over the seats. Slowly I begin to remove my clothing. Her eyes feast upon each part of my body as it is revealed. I have never been looked at like this by a woman. So raw and hungry. "Sit" she commands, and I obey, not knowing what else to do. She takes a cord and begins wrapping it around me, pinning me to the seat, my arms tight to my sides. The cord is elasticized and digs in. It is wrapped several times above and below my breasts, squeezing them tightly. Then she wraps one more time right over the nipples and cinches it so tightly I squeal. Tying that off, she goes back inside the kitchen area and returns with the vibrator, still slick from her juices. She puts it up to my lips and says "Open". I shake my head no. She reaches down and pulls the cord over my nipples out as far as she can and lets go. I scream, and she stuffs the vibe in my mouth. I try to use my tongue to push it out, but she forces it back into my throat until I begin to choke. She laughs as I gag, then finally removes the foul object. I spit on her shoes and this seems to enrage her. She lifts her foot to my mouth, "Clean it, now". I start to object, and she reaches down and takes my abused clit between her nails putting just a bit of pressure. Frightened, I lick my own spittle from her shoe.
She rests her foot on my shoulder and says "Ready for more?" I look confused. She steps up onto the seat next to me, removes her uniform and slides her leg all the way over the back of the seat, shoving her pussy in my face. I have never tasted another woman, never been this close to any pussy. The scent is strong and heady, not like the sweet saltiness of a man. I am unsure if I can handle this. I tentatively stick my tongue out and touch her. I hear her moan and she pushes harder against me. I respond, not wanting to, and start to lick her smooth slit. Tasting and feeling the heat. I can feel my own juices starting to flow. I can imagine how I must look, and I wish you were looking at me. What I don't know is you have moved near us and are watching closely. Seeing my wetness, you decide to let this continue. Thinking of how you make me crazy, I search for her swollen bud and begin to rub it with my tongue. When she moans again I take it in between my lips and suck. Her hands reach down and push my head harder into her. Using my tongue and mouth as if with a very small cock, I bring her to the edge and just as I feel she is really ready, I bite gently and send her flying. I feel the increased wetness on my face and pull back a bit. She stops shaking and looks down at me. Grabbing my hair she says "Clean me, Bitch."
Before I can even begin she is jerked away from me by her own hair in your one hand. Your other hand is pulled back as if to hit her, but you stop, rage in your eyes. "No one talks to my Princess that way. No One." You drop her to the floor like discarded trash. She crumples, crying. You look at me and I am touched by the concern in your eyes. "Are you ok?" I nod and smile, so happy to see how much you care. You look down at the pitiful creature between us and I see that evil smile I've grown to love. Knowing it will mean great pleasure for at least one of us. You reach down and take her by the hair lifting her head to you. "Ashley my dear, I fear you need to be punished." "No, please," she cries. "Well, I suppose I could reconsider, if you do exactly as I ask." "Yes, anything," she begs, and this makes me giggle. You still me with a look that says, be good now. "Ashley, I will give you one chance to make amends. You will help me fulfill my little subs dreams. You will take that vibe and clean it thoroughly in the kitchen. You will then wet it with your mouth and place it in my subs pussy and while you fuck her with it, you will give her clit the gentle attention it needs. While you do that I will take her in her mouth. Now, you need to understand that she is very good with her mouth and I find it oh so hard to resist just fucking her hard and cumming very quickly. Your task in order to remove punishment will be to make her cum at least three times before I do. If you do not, I will untie her and put you in her place and let her determine your fate. And you should know she prefers to administer punishment with a whip and a heavy hand. Now go get ready."
She takes the vibe and goes into the galley. You continue to look me in the eyes, seeing that same glint starring back at you. This is one of those times it feels almost eerie how much we think alike. She returns and you point her to her place. Stepping over her, you straddle me and open your zipper. Your cock springs out to touch my lips. I start slowly, just kissing at first. I feel the vibe enter me and I have to fight not to react. I concentrate on your cock before me and lightly dart my tongue out at you. Just barely flicking it all over you. I love the way it jumps against my tongue. Now Ashley has begun to lick and suck on my clit. The vibe moving in and out. It makes me want you in my mouth NOW. I open wide and try to suck you in, but you resist. That just turns me on even more. I rub my tongue hard against you, while sucking on the head of your cock. I know I am getting close to cumming, but I don't want to give in too soon. I hear you moan and that takes away all of my control. I have to concentrate to not bite down as I cum, sucking harder instead.
Ashley lifts her head for a moment but continues to abuse my swollen pussy. My reaction seems to please you and finally you let me take all of you in my mouth. I move my head as much as I can in my still bound state. Bobbing up and down, enjoying the contrast of soft skin and rock hard erection. Ashley begins to work my clit again. I moan, and it causes you to do the same. You reach down and run your hands through my hair. Oh god I love the touch of your hands, caressing my neck, cheek, hair. I can barely focus on anything else, so I am surprised when the pressure starts building again, and I quickly cum, one more time. My slight shudder seems to affect you as much as me. You begin to fuck my mouth. Steady, but not too hard. Your hands are relaxing then pushing me hard against your groin. You get into a rhythm that has me almost mesmerized. Ashley tries to match your pace with the vibe. I am so wet, I can barely feel it in me, except for when it hits my cervix on each thrust, at the same time I feel your cock hit my throat. The combination is incredible. I feel you start to grow in my mouth and just before the first burst of cum hits my throat, I start to spasm. Writhing wildly, I still continue to suck on you, greedily wanting all of your seed. Ashley has fallen away and the vibe with her. I don't even notice. I still watch you, loving the look you get. Finally you begin to soften. You step away from me and put yourself back together. You take a knife from the galley and cut the cord. It springs away from me and you pull me up into your arms. No words need to be said. As you hold me I look down at the poor soul on the ground beside us and feel nothing but pity for her. You let me go and pick up my dress, putting it on me and buttoning the buttons, all the way to a normal level.
Putting your arm around my waist, you look at Ashley as say "What do you think Princess? Not sure you came that last time before me. Do you want your payment?" I reach up and turn your head toward me and kiss you, then whisper in your ear, “I already have everything I want. I have you."
You smile and kiss me back. You grab my bag and move toward the door opening it around me and guiding me through it first. As we walk away through the tunnel to the terminal, we pass the cleaning crew on their way to the plane, 4 young mexican men. I look up at you and know you are also thinking of poor Ashley, waiting on the floor mostly naked, with my juices all over her face. I think her punishment may just be beginning, and hug you tightly as we continue to walk, secure in my place beside you, always.
With my arm about and your head against me and both self satisfied with the impending fate awaiting Ashley. You needed to recuperate and I took you to an airport hotel. I got a room with a hot tub and after laying you down on the bed I filled it and got the bubbles going. Next I undid the buttons on your dress and slid it off and lifting you I laid you in the warm water.
I spent the next half hour washing every last inch of you as the warm water soothed and relaxed you. Then I slid in and sat behind you with you between my legs and my arms about you and we both fell asleep in the tub. When I awoke I was stiff but very content, and I got you into bed and fell asleep tucked up beside you.
In the morning when you awoke I was dressed and sitting in the chair just looking at you. You rubbed your eyes and smiles at me.
"Good morning Princess" I said and picked up the phone.
"Please bring the order up to my room now. Thank you."
You sat up in bed the white sheet pulled about you. You did look cute.
"Now Princess I've got breakfast on the way and I want you to wear something special for me to day, It's on its way."
You shake the sleep from your eyes and look at me. "Wonder how Ashley is?"
I chuckle as I think about her and there is a knock at the door. I go to open it and in comes a waiter with a silver tray a dome covering it. You look at him and think 'Hot boy' I seem to see the thought as it passes over you. There is a female too, she has on the same black uniform but she has a skirt and sensible heels. Her waistcoat is a little tight and her blouse is buttoned up to the top, mousey blond hair tied back in a pony tail. She has a garment bag in her hands and a carrier bag in the other.
"Set the tray down beside the lady please." The waiter does so and he steps back but doesn't go.
"Now Princess these two are going to dress you for me and I will watch."
You raise your eyebrows at me. "You don't mean him as well?"
"Yes I do Princess. Try a strawberry they are really fine."
You take one and it is true they really are fine. You wonder what Dog has done to captivate you like this but you are resigned to the fact that you do not have the will to resist. In fact you find that are a little eager to have more of the attention he provides.
I nibbled on the food while I watched the woman hang the garment bag. I wonder what is inside. You had said we were going on a boat trip. What would I be wearing on a boat that would need to be in a garment bag? The man takes the small bag into the bathroom and seems to remove some items. I hear water running. He then returns with the bag and places it on the bureau. They both stand at the ready for whatever is to come next. I see you watching me and I know you are waiting for a reaction. I refuse to play your game this time, relaxing back in the bed. I wait until I can see you start to stir a bit, knowing you are getting impatient.
I stretch and yawn, allowing the sheet to fall away from the top of my body. The addressing the woman I ask, “Ok, where shall we begin?”
“This way madam,” she responds, gesturing toward the bathroom. I stand and walk past you, swaying my hips, knowing you will watch. I am followed by both of the servants and as we enter they direct me toward the tub. I slide into the tub and shut my eyes thinking to relax. The man puts a hand on my head and pushes me under. I flail around and come up sputtering. “So sorry maam,” he says, but I think I detect a smirk. He holds out a large fluffy towel and I step out. I am dried off and directed to sit on a bench. The woman begins massaging my hands with lotion then doing my nails while the man does the same for my feet. Then they pick up razors and I am directed to stand while they remove all unnecessary hair. I imagine I am supposed to be embarrassed by being handled by two strangers, but after the last few days, I am not fazed a bit. Again I sit as the woman pulls my hair up in a rather pretty updo. She then does my makeup. More than I usually wear, but it does look good.
I walk out and turn around in front of you and you nod your approval. Now I wonder what will be next. The man goes to the bag and removes a white leather harness. It's the one from the store. My eyes light up and I look at you wondering how you managed to get it. He brings it over and begins to buckle it on my body. The straps are tight and I remember the woman saying it would stretch with time. For now I am a bit concerned as my breasts are squeezed until they are very pronounced and the straps are putting such great pressure against my still tender pussy. The woman has pulled out a large silver vibe and directs me to spread my legs so that it and be inserted and attached to the harness to keep it deep inside me. I feel it fill me up and it is almost but not quite painful. The man returns to the bag once more taking out a complicated looking contraption that appears to combine a set of nipple clamps and a necklace. It is fastened around my neck and the rings attached to the nipples. They squeeze just enough to be stimulating, but not hurt. The necklace is beautiful with several layers of rings intertwined and a chain that dangles a little down the back. A set of matching earrings are put on me as well.
Once again I walk over to model for you. I can see the heat in your eyes and it makes me feel oh so wet. I walk over and look in the full length mirror. I know I look hot, but I can't wait to see what else is awaiting me. I walk back over and am directed to sit. Stockings are slowly rolled up my legs and shoes with a somewhat low heel are buckled on my feet. I stand and a dress is slipped over my head. It is strapless but there are laced cinched very tight up the back. The outlines of the straps of the harness can be seen clearly through the top but it looks like it is meant to go together.
Finally you stand and I know I must be ready for whatever is next. You walk over and run your hands over my body through the dress, making me shiver and my pussy squeeze the vibe. You take my breasts in your hands and feel the harness squeezing them, rubbing your thumbs across my hard tender nipples. Your hand goes up to my neck and without thinking I am rubbing against it. I feel you grasping the chain that is a part of the necklace and I feel the pressure increase a bit on the clamps making me gasp just a bit. Then you look into my eyes and give a sharp tug. I cry out as it makes the clamps tighten. You nod approvingly and without letting go kiss me hard. You take a small clutch purse from the waiter and hand it to me and we leave.
You have a car waiting downstairs and we climb into the back. Without a word we leave, so I figure the driver must know where we are going. As we drive you stare at me and I begin to feel a little self-conscious. After a few minutes you reach over and begin rubbing one hand up and down my leg, feeling the smoothness of the stocking. Your hand soon stops at my mound, my dress bunched up at my hips, the heel of your hand pressing hard against me. Your other hand continues to play with the chain about my neck and I am tense waiting for something to happen. I feel to wet and full and want so much to have some true release, but that is not in your plan. I try to rub myself against your hand, but you just press the heel flat against my nub. I can not get any real friction. You are still looking into my eyes seeing my frustration and reveling in it. We soon pull up to a dock and get out. As you lead me toward a boat, I realize it is much larger than I expected and it seems as if there is a party going on there.
Just before we board, you stop and turn me around. “These are my most important clients I have in the US , Princess. I need you to be at your most charming.” “Of course, Dog”. I nod and turn to walk away just as I feel a buzzing deep inside me, making me stumble. You take my arm to steady me and whisper in my ear “That vibe is set to go off at random intervals all evening.” With that you tug on the chain once again, and I have to struggle not to cry out. “Just be sure you remain the perfect lady this evening, or your punishment will be most severe.” As we go to meet your clients I think, how much worse could it be than this? I am sure I will end up finding out.
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