Chapter One
Bella looked up at her Master and squeezed his hand. Of course Bella wasn't the name she had been born with, but rather the name her Master had given her after having made her his submissive. He smiled down at her and winked before looking over at the shrinking line of people in front of them. They had almost made their way to the front of the line and Bella was feeling very nervous. Her Master knew very well how she was feeling. He had learned to carefully read her body language and expressions during their first year together. Even the very small changes in her posture and breathing alerted him to a change in her emotions. He was always keenly aware of what his submissive was thinking and feeling, and as her Master, he knew how to handle himself in a way that gave her confidence.
He reached down for a plastic bin and set it on the conveyer belt. She watched him intently as he emptied his pockets, took off his watch, and placed everything neatly in the bin. After putting another plastic bin on the belt, he turned toward her, and looked down at her expectantly. Bella could feel the metal rosebud set snuggly in her ass, and was completely frozen with fear. Smiling, her Master took the purse from her shaking hands and set it in the empty bin beside his. Wrapping his arm around her protectively, he led her towards the metal detector. Nervously, she glanced up at the clock on the wall. There was still plenty of time before their plane was scheduled to leave. Her Master kissed her tenderly on the forehead, bringing her back to reality. Bella could feel his breath on her ear as he whispered, "See you on the other side, my slut." Releasing his affectionate hold on her, he stepped confidently through the metal detector and was waved through by the security guard.
Bella broke out in a sweat as she anxiously eased towards the metal detector. Her Master was staring at her from the other side, a hint of a smile playing on his beautiful lips. Her legs felt like lead as she tried to put one foot in front of the other. Shaking, and with the feeling that she might faint, Bella looked back up at her Master as if pleading for help. Her Master has just finished putting his things back in his pockets and is securing his watch. He smiled lovingly at her and held out his hand.
The two had met in France where Bella had gone to study French. Meeting Gabriel, the man she now called Master, had not been part of the plan, but they had met, and the more time they had spent together, the closer they had become. By the end of her year of study abroad, she was madly in love with him. He had become her best friend, her confident, and her lover. Neither of them wanted to be without the other, but she had a plane ticket home and a degree to finish. Shortly before having to leave, Gabriel had asked Bella to move permanently to France and to live with him as his submissive. She had been overwhelmed with joy and had accepted his proposition. She had then gone home to prepare her move where he had met her shortly after. He was now taking her back to his country, her new home, as his submissive.
The security guard looked at Bella a bit impatiently and said, "Please step through ma'am."
A million horrible scenarios were running through her mind as she stepped through the metal detector. The alarm went off as she cleared the metal frame and she was asked to spread her legs and lift her arms so that the guard could run the wand over her. Bella's face reddened as the guard ran the handheld detector over her body. Sweat began to drip down her back as the wand beeped. The guard set her wand down beside her, looked at Bella and asked, "May I do a hands on check, ma'am?"
Bella opened her mouth to agree, but no words came out.
Gabriel took a step towards her and said, "We'd prefer that you check her privately, please."
Bella looked up at her Master, but still could not speak. The guard looked at her questioningly, but all she could do was nod her assent.
"Very well then," she said as she walks towards a door at the back of the room, "follow me."
Bella looked toward her Master for reassurance, but his back was turned to her as he lifted her purse from the conveyer on the other side of the x-ray machine. Putting his arm back around her, they followed the guard towards the door. She held it open for them and Gabriel ushered Bella through into a small room. The room was bare and contained only a small rectangular table along one wall with a chair at either end. The guard closed the door and turned to her Master.
"Sir", she said, "It is customary that we search your wife in private."
Although he was speaking to the guard, Gabriel was looking right into Bella's eyes as he said, "She is not my wife, she is my submissive, my thing to use as I please, when I please. Tell her, my submissive," he ordered me.
Bella's mouth went dry. This was the game they had played together over the past year. She loved it, they both did, but this time was more real than any other time. This was the beginning of their forever. She managed to say, "Yes my Master, I am your submissive, your thing to use as you please."
"I see," said the guard, as she looked from Bella to Gabriel.
With a few brisk and purposeful steps, Gabriel closed the gap between them, tangled his fingers in Bella's long hair, and forced her to a kneeling position, wrenching her head back so that she was forced to look up at him. He turned his head to the guard and spoke in his soft, but powerful voice, "She is a toy, a fuck thing, only here to pleasure me. You however, are a beautiful women, made to be touched with tenderness, good to make love to."
Bella watched from her kneeling position as the guard's eyes locked with his, contemplating what he was saying. Her Master held her head firmly with his right hand, forcing her to watch as he raised his left hand and gently stroked the guard's cheek. Bella could see her chest move as her breath quickened. Her body relaxed and she licked her lips, her eyes still locked with Gabriel's. He stroked her hair and gently kissed her cheek. Bella heard the guard exhale softly and saw her briefly close her eyes as Gabriel ran the backs of his fingers over her jaw.
"I know you have to search her," he said, nodding in Bella's direction, "so I'll make it easier for you." He released his grip on Bella's hair and simply said, "Strip."
"Yes my Master," she replied as she fell to the floor.
With shaking hands, Bella pulled the dress over her head and set it down carefully on the table. She glanced up to see the guard watching her, the expression on her face a mix of shock and wonder. Her Master was watching her as well, but she couldn't read the expression on his face. She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, gently pulled it off, and set it on the table beside her dress. As per her Master's orders, she wasn't wearing any panties. She tried to stand as still as possible as she looked up at her Master so that neither of them could see how much her body was trembling.
Taking a step towards her, Gabriel grabbed her hair and forced her once again to her knees, pressing her face to the floor. "Spread your legs and keep your ass up so that she can check you," he ordered.
Bella squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the heat rising to her cheeks and spread her legs as her Master had commanded. She tried so hard to be obedient, but was terrified that her shaking body would betray her emotion.
Bella opened her eyes as the guard began to speak, "Sir," she said, "this isn't necessary-," but Gabriel stopped her.
In his sweet commanding voice, he began to explain, "She is my submissive. She does as I say. Now you can search her and see why she set off the metal detector. Please feel free to touch her, use her even."
Bella watched as her Master took another step towards the guard so that they were intimately close. She was sure the woman could feel his breath on her face. He ran his fingers up the baton hanging from her belt and said, "You can use this on her, make her suck it, or even fuck her with it."
This idea excited Bella. Just the thought of her Master and another woman using her together made her instantly wet. She knew she shouldn't have thoughts like this, but this was exactly why she had a Master. He could order her to do things that she knew she shouldn't want to do, and she could enjoy doing them, because she was also doing them to please and excite him. He knew all her secrets. He knew what she longed to do, what she fantasised about, and what she would never have dared to do on her own, and it was his job to keep her safe while they explored their desires together.
All the guard managed to say was, "I...", and then Bella saw her Master softly caress the guard's cheek with his hand.
"It is what she is for," he said softly as he looked into her eyes.
The guard slowly nodded and then turned towards Bella. "Oh," she said when she saw the rosebud in Bella's ass.
Gabriel explained, "We have to keep this slut's holes ready to use, even on an airplane."
Bella felt the guard's cool soft hands on her ass cheeks. She spread Bella open further to take a good look and then touched the plug. Bella could feel it move in her ass and wasn't able to stifle the moan that escaped. Her face was bright red with embarrassment, while her pussy was dripping wet with excitement.
"She is getting wet," exclaimed the guard and Bella was horrified that she could either smell or see how wet she was becoming.
