A lot of time and effort was put into assuring me that the reason i was going to Australia wouldn't be a fluke. Mistress actually began preparing me for my visit several weeks prior to my departure flight from Tampa to Melbourne. Almost each night W/we would talk on the telephone, and every question asked by Mistress had to be answered by either a "yes or no Mistress," or a "yes or no Ma'am," with no exceptions.
i was constantly reminded that i was going over there to totally submit to Mistress, to be humiliated, depersonalized, tortured, and to obey and serve Her every need. i was reminded in each telephone conversation, that i was nothing but a slut, and whenever asked by my Mistress of who i was, i was to always answer "Your slut sub Mistress." Mistress began capturing my mind right from the beginning and by the time the day came for my flight to leave, i was armed with a whole list of rules and regulations that had to be followed. i was instructed on what clothes to wear on the plane and what to wear under my clothing and that was nothing but the G-string that was sent to me in the mail by my Mistress. i was instructed that as the plane began its approach to Melbourne, i was to go into the bathroom and put in the butt plug She sent me and return to my seat and put the collar She sent around my neck where all could view and of course i followed Mistress' orders.
After the plane landed, I walked down the exit ramp and saw my beautiful Mistress standing there, She didn't greet me with that usual sweet welcoming smile I've always received on the previous visits, instead She had that lets get down to business look on Her face, and I knew I was in for a very serious session.
As soon as i walked up to Mistress, She ordered me to hand Her my travel bag. my Mistress seemed pleased to see that i had followed Her orders. Mistress told me to go into the ladies room and remove the G-string and bring it to Her in my hand, i did exactly that. While in the bathroom stall removing the G-string i said to myself, "i hope I'm doing the right thing, Mistress seems so serious?" i continued trying not to show any signs of weakness or fear, as i walked from the bathroom. Mistress spoke very few words, but i could read the seriousness in Her eyes and wouldn't dare cross Her at this time. She held Her hand out with Her palm facing upward as Mistress wanted me to place the G-string in Her hand did it in a way that people passing by could observe what was being handed to Her. Mistress then took a dog leash and hooked it to the collar.
Mistress said lets go and walked slightly in front of me leading me by the leash. W/we were definitely attracting attention as W/we walked through the airport and to the parking lot where Her car was parked. When W/we reached the car, there were some other people loading their luggage into a van and Mistress took advantage of this as a time for humiliation. She took the handle of the leash She was holding and placed it in my mouth and said "hold it slut." Mistress then began to place wrist restraints on my wrist right out in public. People were so stunned some of them walked by very slowly wondering what was going on.
Mistress then sat me in the front passenger seat of Her car and ordered me to place my hands behind my back as She secured the restraints with a small chain. Mistress then placed the seat belt across me and it was the first time since i set eyes on Her that day. As W/we drove away from the airport not a word was spoken and i wouldn't dare turn my head to look Her way. Mistress pulled into a shopping mall and unlocked the wrist restraints and ordered me to make myself decent and get out of the car.