My adventure began on a JAL flight from the old Kai Tak airport in Hong Kong to Osaka. The bookstore in the departure lounge had a nice little section of femdom erotica and I purchased a few magazines to bring with me on the flight. As I boarded the plane, I bumped right into this absolutely gorgeous stewardess and a strange thing happened- any other Japanese woman would have immediately apologized for the incident, despite it being my fault. This gorgeous woman looked me right in the eye and said, "You really should watch where you are going"; her voice was absolutely all business.
I felt a little chastised and was looking down at her nametag-Junko-when she asked to see my boarding pass in a fairly sharp tone. And then directed me to my seat with a mere hand gesture, rather than with the typical fawning and diminutive behavior that I associated with Asian women, particularly stewardesses. The flight was fairly empty, being that it was one that had been cancelled the day before and pretty much everyone else from that flight was placed on a different airline yesterday. I had taken the opportunity to stay the extra day and went out carousing all night with friends in Hong Kong. So I was one of only three people in the first class section and the rest of the flight was similarly empty.
I grabbed a few magazines from the rack, sat down, and started to thumb through them. I suddenly felt a sharp tug as the very same stewardess roughly grabbed the seatbelt that was under me and pulled the other end around, clicking them together and tightening it in one quick motion. While she did this I was equally distracted by her perfectly manicured nails (blood red and perfect) and by her gorgeous legs which were covered by sheer black stockings. I felt a little embarrassed that she was had buckled me in-like I wasn't capable of doing that myself. She then tugged the free end even more, making it too tight for me to breathe comfortably. I looked up at her questioningly and practically whispered, "Isn't that a little tight". All I got in response was a tight commanding smile, challenging me to say more. Well, I was too tired to care- I was dead to the world before we were wheels up. The flight took off and I was in another world.
I awoke as horny as I'd ever been- no rhyme or reason, just raging hormones. No one around- I got up and took the femdom magazines down from my bag in the overhead bin. As I sat there reading, a deliciously dirty feeling swept through me, like I was a teenager getting away with something. I didn't notice her until her hair swept down across my face and I smelled her alluring fragrance. I would have jumped, except that the seatbelt was too tight for me to move. Immediately I closed the magazine and looked up at her, blushing with embarrassment. Her hand quickly gripped my jaw and forced my head straight and she whispered, "You know, that kind of filth isn't tolerated in my country".
I could only stammer, "Uh, re-re-really?"
