I had not long got in from work, when Remy turned up on the doorstep.
"You ready?" She asked.
"Nearly." I quickly slurped the last of my cup of tea, before rinsing the cup.
I picked up my bag.
"Your passport. A toothbrush. The dress you are in and shoes." Remy Said.
"What?"
"Dennis has instructed. That is all you will need."
"Clothing. Make-up? I mean. A girl needs..."
"No." She interrupted. "You need nothing else. If something happens and you do need something, I will be nearby."
"But..."
"Dennis has said." She reminded me.
I hurried to the bedroom and unloaded my bag. I did put a couple of things in my small handbag, as well as my toothbrush.
Once I had locked the door to the house, I followed Remy to the car.
It was empty.
I sat in the back wondering.
She drove us up to The Hall, where Dennis was waiting. He spoke to somebody, who was just inside the door of the hall, which closed behind him as he strode towards the car. Remy helped him load two large bags in. Dennis sat next to me in his usual seat. Remy returned to the driver's seat and we drove off into the unknown.
"How come you need two bags and I don't need anything?" I asked, If a bit cautiously.
"Some things for play. Some things to leave at my house In Fleury." Dennis said with a smile. A lecherous smile. That meant trouble. At least for me and probably my bottom.
The first things he brought out were the pink leather collar and the leash.
"Really? Must I? Won't there be people who will see?"
"Yes. Of Course. That is why." Dennis said. "Control. Remember our talk."
"Yes. And Sorry for some of the things I said. I was a bit drunk. And that meal was soooooo good."
"No. It was right. I give you the meal. I say you can talk free. All forgiven. Forgotten. We move on."
I nodded. Glad that he had forgiven me.
I let him attach the collar around my neck.
We made small talk for the next half hour.
I talked a little about how work had been that week.
But then we arrived at the airport.
Dennis and I and the two bags were dropped to let Remy sort out the car.
We did not stop at any of the queues full of people. We walked past the Easy-Jet and British Airways desks to a small check-in desk at the very far end of the huge hall.
The smartly dressed lady there checked our passports, then she opened a gate to let us walk through to a corridor. At the end of the corridor was a small door with a mini-bus waiting.
The two of us sat in the Minibus for a few minutes until Remy joined us. She had a small hold-all of her own.
As soon as she shut the door and settled down, the mini-bus started driving away from the Terminal.
"Little-one, give your dress to Remy. She has a bag." Dennis said.
"What?" I squeeked. "But. But... I'll be...." I didn't blush. I went white.
"Yes you will. That is why. Give your dress to Remy Now." Dennis insisted.
"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God." I muttered as I removed the simple, white and flower-print sundress. I was left wearing a pair of brown, two-inch-heel shoes and my pink leather collar. Those and my small handbag. Oh and a pair of simple, stud, ear-rings. These suddenly seemed important somehow.
I handed the dress to Remy, who carefully folded it and placed it inside her bag
The afternoon weather was warm enough, but I still shivered.
I looked around to see who else was watching. We seemed to be driving away from the buildings along a roadway. This was the closest I had ever been to airplanes. They looked huge from this close.
"You are wet my little-one?" Dennis asked.
"Wwwwwhat?" My voice was becoming squeekier and higher.
"You are wet in your sex?" he asked again. I did not need him to specify. Not in front of Remy and the Mini-bus driver.
"Y.y..yes." I whispered.
"Excellent." Dennis leaned to open his bag and withdrew something, like the Ben-Wa balls, only a bit different.
"A gift from our friend Jacqueline." He held the item out towards me.
There were the two balls connected by a cord. Only it wasn't a waxed string like the other Ben-Wa balls, this was a wire. Eight inches beyond the second ball on the wire was a box, about the size of a matchbox. It was pretty heavy.
"Remember little-one. You agreed to obey me. We agreed to let us explore your limits. We seek what makes you pleasure. This gives me pleasure. I can spank to give pleasure. I can spank that is not a pleasure." Dennis raised an eye-brow. That was serious.
Yes, yes I had agreed.
But NOT to this. Not really.
Well Ok. Sort of. And Gods I was wet. I was terrified and excited, and didn't know why but took the dangly thing.
The balls were of a hard plastic, not the solid metal of the others. Slightly lighter.
I looked around in terror as I spread my legs and tried not to think of who might be watching.
Huh! Who am I kidding?
It was the being watched by someone that was the exciting part. Terrifying, but so, so exciting.
The two balls slipped in way too easily, leaving the ivory coloured plastic box outside.
"Well done little-one. You will be rewarded." Dennis said with a smile.
He reached over and did something to the box. There must have been a switch or something that I had not seen, because those damn balls started vibrating. Inside me. Vibrating in a most delicious way.
Oh Gods. Oh Gods.
Not here. Not now. Not like this.
I had barely thought these thoughts and snapped my legs together when he said. "Your hands."
I placed my right hand in his. "And these." He produced some cuffs. They were black, leather, about three inches long, with a fluffy sheepskin lining. He buckled one around each wrist.
"Behind." He pulled my wrists behind my back, then did something so that the cuffs were linked together.
The utter helplessness. Being at this man's mercy was scary but exciting.
A moment later the mini-bus came to a stop beside a flight of metal steps leading up to a small plane.
Small compared to the others we had just passed.
Still big compared to... say, my little ford fiesta car.
Remy leapt to open the mini-bus door and take the bags.
A lady in a crisp blue uniform, complete with matching scarf and hat saluted and said "Willkommen, Bienvenu, Welcome."
Dennis nodded and led me by the pink leash to the steps. Remy followed with all the bags.
I had to let the matchbox sized, control box thing dangle between my thighs.
It was early evening. Early September. There was still enough light for everyone to see.
SHIT!
I had to clench my pelvic muscles to stop that box pulling on the vibrating balls.
Shit!
Inside the plane were, perhaps a dozen seats. Nice big, luxurious leather seats. There were two sets of four facing each other with a decent sized table between them. There were a couple of seats on either side towards the back.
I had seen adverts for holiday flights. Small seats crammed full of people.
This was nothing like that.
"Mr Smith bids you welcome. Die Crew spricht deutsch. On parle francais Or we can speak English.
Was auch immer du bevorzugst. Celui que tu préfères. Whichever you prefer." The uniformed lady said.
"Bon. Perhaps English for our friend here." Dennis indicated ME.
"As you wish. The plane and crew are yours for the duration of the flight. We have a departure slot in a few minutes. The flight time is an hour and forty minutes. As soon as we are in level-flight, we will be happy to serve the food and drink that you have ordered. But if there is anything else please do ask. I am at your service." The smart lady said. But then she turned to close the door, with a loud thud.
She turned to sit in a compartment, slightly separated from our main cabin.
She had looked at me -- Naked me. But she had not frowned or made a comment.
I still blushed.
There was a whine then a jolt as the plane started moving.
"Strap down." Dennis said pushing me into one of the seats and reaching for a seat belt.
I had to wriggle to adjust the position of the control box to sit comfortably in the cool, leather, seat that felt like it was about to engulf me.
"One moment." Dennis pushed me up again. "Mandy. A towel, if you please."
The lady, whose name badge said 'Mandy', and who, I later discovered, was part of the 'Cabin-Crew', returned with a towel which Dennis placed on my seat, before pulling me back down and fastening the seat belt across me.
"Relax and enjoy. I do not always travel as this. My friend had an opening that was perfect for us."
A moment later the whining noise got louder. The plane lurched forward and we sped across the tarmac.
I had never been a big fan of fair-ground rides and roller coasters. Not that we had many visit out village or the nearby town where I worked.
I had tried a few.
This was nothing like that.
I was squished deep into the soft leather seat. I could not move as we whizzed forwards.
The next moment we tilted at an alarming angle upwards. I wanted my hands free so that I could grip onto the arms of the chair, holding on for dear life.
When there was a loud 'clunk' noise I exclaimed "What was that?"
"Just the wheels. They get put away." Dennis said, patting my hand.
"Oh" I said. Still not knowing what that meant.
A moment later I could see brighter light outside the window next to Dennis. And there were clouds.
I had never been higher than the clouds.
It looked like I could reach out to pluck a piece of cotton wool to wipe my make-up off at the end of the day.
I stared in wonder as we seemed to level out. The whining quieted to a background noise.
There was a brief 'Bing' noise.
Mandy came back into the main room.
"We have Bollinger 2002, if that is satisfactory? Or a 1998 Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin La Grande Dame Brut. If you prefer." She said. "Or something else?"
That sounded like English, but I had no idea what she was talking about.
"The Bollinger merci." Dennis said.
I sat there shaking.
