It starts with a smirk. An offer made to visit His home in Boston. The smirk grows, she eagerly accepts, her cheeks blush crimson, He chuckles.
The luggage she packed is full but light on typical things. A laptop tucked into a satchel and a carry-on. One filled with practical items; her medication, toiletries, and needed things for working remotely. The other with all her sexy toys, a pair of shorts, a set of sandals, a dressy shirt, and a flowery sundress. Not typically what one would pack for a week in a metropolis.
Morning arrives, both sooner than anticipated and with an agonizing slowness. Waking, she cleans up and eats a small breakfast to settle her tummy. When He will let her eat again is unknown. Standing nude before her mirror, she swallows her nerves and begins preparing herself. First the hair, putting it up in the style He likes. Next is the makeup. More than she typically uses; combined with the dress He picked, she knows it will look like she has a date or something less professional.
With her face painted and a light application of the perfume He selected, the stockings and garters slide on. Being careful not to touch her skin too much; the alabaster flesh tingling already with the accidentally brush of her fingertips. Now the dress. Dark. Sleek. And thinner than it looks. Looking down, she prays the airport and flight won't be too cold as her nipples are already prominently outlined in the sheer fabric.
Buckling her black heels on, she takes one final look at herself in the mirror and struggles to breath. Before her, is a smoldering creature of pure lust. A giggle escapes her dark brown lips as she wonders how long He will restrain Himself before taking her; she bets He won't even let her into His car before His seed is deposited deep in her throat.
Picking up her bags, she struts out of the house; ahead lays her doom and her salvation.
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At the entrance to the airport, she stands, frozen. Can she do this? No, it's not a question of ability but of courage. No, not that either. Stepping forward will prove beyond any shadow of a doubt that she is His, in every way. Knowing that, the next step becomes like falling. All she must do is let go.
The heels click on the lacquered floor as she briskly walks to security. This will not be pleasant. All she's read indicates that the agents who will scan her bag don't care. Yet, a part of her sinful and dark desire thinks if they will see her outfit, her bags, they will pull her into a back room, keeping her chained up as a new pet for the TSA. And that deep part of her wonders if she would even resist or protest. His face flashes in her mind's eye and she bites her lower lip hard. No, she is His and no one else will have her without His say.
Bags onto the belt, shoes and jewelry placed in a tray. Wearing only her thin dress, she walks through the scanners, heart pounding a tense rhythm in her chest. Nothing found, the tall Amazonian agent waves the slave forward. Stepping delicately as if expecting an alarm bell to go off at any moment, she looks to the belt scanners and feels her stomach drop. A greasy haired man with too many pimples is looking straight at her. Their eyes lock and hers drop out of fear and submission. They know!
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The Amazon quietly asks her to step closer to the belt and then walks behind the scanner to assist her colleague. She chuckes softly then pushes the bags forward to the slave, "Enjoy your vacation." before turning to the man with such distain etched on her face that he actually cowers for a moment before turning to the next passenger and yelling at them for the brown leather belt still around their waist.
Feeling like she barely escaped a horrible fate, the slave nods graciously to the Amazon as she buckles the too tall heels on before grabbing her two bags and fleeing to her gate.
Finding it, she stops and forces herself to take the ten deep breaths like He taught her. Soon, so soon, His hand will touch her and a shiver runs up her spine at the thought. Looking for a bathroom nearby, she musters her courage and walks in, finding a large stall.
Taking another deep breath, the slave slips the dress off and places it on the hook behind the door. Then she balances the phone in a proper position before clicking the record button. A ziploc bag is fished from her satchel and she gives the camera a pleading look before opening it and pulling a small bottle of lubricant and a black silicone object out.
Checking that her face is fully visible in the shot, she opens the lube and coats both the plug and her rosebud with the slippery fluid. A finger presses shallowly into her passage before the tip of the plug replaces it. Slowly, she pushes the plug, her body resisting as it always does. Biting her lip, her frame trembles at the humiliation of it as the force at her ass only grows. With an exhale of stress, trying to make herself relax, it slides home suddenly. Eyes roll back a moment before she can calm down enough to stand up. A glance down reveals she is dripping from her pussy, a clear strand of arousal connects her lips and thighs. Trembling, a hand reaches down and wipes the evidence away, only to be licked clean and swallowed.
Another ten breaths and the dress slips over her skin again. No need to glance down to know her dress has betrayed her, nipples as hard as diamond threaten to rip holes in the fabric. Swallowing her fear for the tenth time today, she walks to the gate and gets in line. Hips swinging a bit more as the hidden passenger pushes her arousal into the stratosphere.
The agent at the counter calls her seat group and in a blur, she is buckled in her chair, hands folded around her phone, the plug pushing insistently in her dark hole. Carefully unlocking the phone, she types the first message to Him since her greeting this morning, "Daddy, Your fucktoy is buckled in her seat and will be in the air shortly. Is she allowed to eat or drink anything on her flight?"
Several moments pass before the phone jumps to life in her hands, "No willow. Nothing passes those lips until I have sampled their delights in a few hours." Biting her lip, she stares out the window feeling her soul soaring before the airplane even starts to back out of its bearth.
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The plane lifts into the air, pressing her into the seat as the plug reminds her of its infernal presence. His instructions for the flight scare her but she shakes her head, trying to push away the fear, trusting Him. Once at cruising altitude, she opens her bag and pulls out a sleeping mask with ear plugs. Seated in the middle of the row, she is very aware of the two men on either side.
Placing her ear plugs in then the mask over her head, she tries to relax in the seat. Fully aware that the dress is practically painted onto her body with the AC from the aircraft and how she holds her arms by her sides. The mask and plugs remain in place for the full flight, until the wheels touch down. As she fixes the mask over her eyes, His prior words ring in her ears, "On display for the full flight. Not knowing who is watching, who may be taking a photo of your nipples pressing against the fabric of the dress. They may look but may not touch."
As the flight progresses, she becomes intimately aware of the body odors of the two men on either side. Occasionally she could swear one leaned closer but she couldn't tell. It felt like agony as the attendants walked up and down the aisle, handing out food and drinks. A soft rumble from her stomach was the only indication that she was still awake.
The flight lasts a lifetime but when the wheels unmistakably make contact with the ground, she whips off the blindfold and plugs, shoving them into her bag, before looking for any message from Him.
