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?"
But she was already gone. I sat there for a minute, wondering what the hell to do- what can I say? I was humiliated...I closed my eyes for a second, thinking I am such a tool, when I again felt her warm breath in my ear, "Come with me", she commanded.
I followed her into the bathroom. She pushed me backwards against the toilet and I fell backwards onto the lid. Junko turned and locked the door. She then sat up against the tiny sink and placed her two gorgeous high heels on either side of me on the commode. And stared at me, "You will do everything I tell you to do, yes?" I could only nod. She shimmied up a bit to get her skirt around her hips, revealing the dark bands of the top of her stockings, contrasted by her creamy thighs. Her sheer white panties glowed translucently, perfectly framing her black pubic hair beneath.
"Now eat my pussy, little man", came the command. I was so excited and scared and turned on I couldn't move. But she was impatient. Junko entwined her fingers behind my head and pulled my nose deeply into her scent. And held me there. My mouth pressed up against those perfect panties, feeling her juices beginning to seep through. Nose crushed into her slit, absorbing all there was to smell. But I could not breathe. My entire head was surrounded by her: legs wrapped around my neck, hands pulling me deeper, thighs pressing tightly against my ears. Oxygen was needed- I was suffocating- I started to panic and tried to push away and then I heard the most sinister sound: giggling- she was laughing at my plight and meeting each of my movements with an even tighter grip around my head. And that was the precise moment when I relinquished all control and stopped struggling- I knew then that she had me and her will was mine. She felt me relax and whispered, "Good."
