Ruby, Mona and Sara arrived at the airport as instructed. Their agency had booked them with a renowned yet notorious client. The agent had briefed them with a mischievous grin, warning them that the experience with him tended to be a bit intense. The three escorts knew what they were getting themselves into - the client was known for his extravagant wishes and somewhat radical attention to detail in his execution of his dom-sub role plays.
They had been told to arrive at dawn, with no luggage whatsoever, light clothing and to clear at least a week from their schedule. Ruby, the most adventurous of the three had immediately agreed to the assignment. Her body was, somewhat uncharacteristically for high-end escorts, marked with a rib cage tattoo, a tattoo right over her pussy and two nipple piercings. Her light complexion made her look like an innocent blonde but the reality was that her body was ready for any sort of action the moment the luxury lingerie was dropped and that her full lips started to purr when she was asked to drop on her fours to sway her gorgeous body in the wind of erotic orders. She loved the smell of a man and reacted intensely quickly to any sort of scenario that implied her sucking and fucking cocks like there was no tomorrow. Ruby lived to collect sexual memories.
Together with Ruby and Sara, Mona made her way to the small private jet that was waiting at one of the VIP lanes. Sara, like Ruby, was a confident woman who was sure of herself. The two of them moved ahead quickly and with determination on their high heels. Mona, however, was a bit more hesitant. Her long, black hair fell in generous locks on her shoulders, and she continuously bit her red lips while her long legs seemed to carry her college girl frame to the airplane against her own better judgement. She felt, she knew deep inside, that this booking was going to stretch her comfort zone. She usually did not do these kind of assignments but the agent had told her she was ready to step up and had offered her a higher than usual rate.
Sara was the first to reach the stairs to the jet. She was not the kind to doubt her own decisions nor to be particularly nervous before meeting a client. Her red hair was bound into a pony tail and her slim, tall figure was ready to give and receive as required. In fact, for Sara the pleasure in escorting was found in the exhibitionist element of flaunting her assets and being rewarded, in one way or another, for taking such good care of her soft skin, trained flat belly and carefully shaped curves. She took the stairs with no particular rush but the definite desire to submit to whatever was in store to the fullest. Giving up control was something she absolutely enjoyed.
As the three escorts entered the plane, a somewhat unusual sight awaited them. The interior of the plane was completely remodelled and did not resemble the usual lines of seats. Instead, Sara found, to her delight, that the floors seemed to have hooks inserted into the carpet, alongside with a careful layout of hooks, leather garments and handcuffs. Mona, at the sight of this set up, could not help but feel a cold running down her spine. Her thin body shuddered at the thought of what this set up might mean. To her own surprise, she saw Ruby react very differently - her face immediately ruled by a huge grin, whispering to the other two "oh, this is going to be fun!"
They were greeted by a tall, well-built black topless man in leather trousers and a mask covering his entire face. He courteously but somehow very determinedly invited them in and assigned each one of them a place in the plane. In the process of placing the fragile female bodies on their spots, he insisted on taking their mobile phones from them and place them in a little grey bag in the cockpit. Mona started to feel very uncomfortable, it seemed clear to her that she had just submitted to a slippery slope of losing control. However, the man had no patience to address any of her concerns or protests. Instead, he simply shoved her to the back of the plane and signalled her to take position.
The doors to the plane closed with a metal sound. Ruby, Sara and Mona were alone with the tall black man. Ruby's mind already started racing while her eyes followed the well-sculpted muscles on his torso. She knew this was not the client himself, but she did have a very distinct hope that he would have an interest in sharing his purchase with some of his staff like this man.
It didn't take long and his deep, crystal clear voice cut through the air: "Ladies, my name is X and I'm your chief attendant. On behalf of the Master, we welcome you to this BDSM experience with non-stop service until terminated at Master's will.
Our flight time and destination will remain undetermined. As we will be flying at high altitude, you can be assured that your screams will not be heard. Your portable devices have been set to 'airplane mode' and will remain unavailable upon return. Thank you for submitting to our slave program."
Sara gasped audibly - she had not dared to hope for such a clearly submissive booking! She felt a tingle running through her entire body. She knew this was right up her alley. Ruby adjusted her short black dress, running her long fingers down her waist. She liked what she heard - not because submission was her most favourite way of spending the time but because she had a growing realisation that this trip would be filled with naughty, hopefully kinky experiences. Whatever creative way the client could figure out to make her cum, she was all for it - never a dull moment in her life! Mona, however, squirmed under the imagination of her upcoming ordeal. This would not be fun for her: she had never liked the idea of being referred to as a slave - not because of the submissive element but because of the loss of control that came with it.
The pilot did not give the three girls a lot of time to digest and process the announcement. As soon as the doors were closed, the aircraft began to push back from its parking position. While the taxi began, a voice on the intercom rolled through the cabin: "Attendant, doors on automatic, cross-check and report. Prepare for departure."
The black man mustered his three passengers and wickedly smiled at them. A pre-recording began to play: "Ladies, we request your full attention as the attendant demonstrates the safety features of this aircraft.
If you need a reminder of your safe word, please read carefully the special instructions card located on the ground in front of you. If you do not wish to perform the functions described in the event of an order, please refer to the attendant with your safe word."
Ruby clapped her hands in joy. She checked out the safety word printed in front of her and wowed to attempt to not use it. Mona, on the other hand, frantically started to repeat the word to herself over and over. Better safe than sorry, better knowing and never forgetting! Only Sara stood still, without even honouring the ground with a simple glimpse. She was dead-set on not needing and never using the safe word. She liked a good challenge and it would be easiest for her to actually not knowing the word, allowing her to submit fully.
