I'm restless on the plane, not able to sleep at all. I'm counting the hours until I am back in Your arms again, this time for good. I've never been so happy or so nervous. It's been six months since I last saw You and I hope You still desire me as much as You did when we first met. We've spoken often about my place with You and You've agreed once W/we are in the same place for an extended period of time, I am to be Your submissive slave. The thought has dominated my every waking moment since You told me You were a Dominant during O/our first night alone together. I knew then that You were different. I just didn't understand HOW different, special, and wonderfully perfect for me You were.
I am shuffling in my seat, trying to get comfortable. This is never an easy task in a tiny economy airplane row, however it has been made much more uncomfortable with Your two additional traveling companions that You ordered me to wear. The first item is a larger than usual butt plug. I am surprised at this, as usually You prefer the smaller one for long distances for comfort and maintaining tightness. This time it seems You desire extreme discomfort for this 12 hour final flight to You. You instructed me to have it in my carry-on bag and once through security in LA, enter the restroom and insert the plug. You instructed me to use as little lube as possible only to get the plug into my ass. I am not allowed to relube at any time, increasing the feeling of discomfort. I am not feeling stretched wide as much as excruciatingly full. The plug is firmly in place, deeply seated as far in my ass as it can go because my entire body weight is pushing it in. It seems this only adds to my arousal, as I am continually wet and can only seem to focus on my body and the discomfort it is in.
The other item You demanded I wear for You is a chain with nipple clamps on each end and a clamp that extended to the clit. These are tweezer-type clamps. You instructed me to go into the lavatory with 4 hours left on the flight and attach them to my nipples and clit firmly so that they do not come off. While there, You instruct me to change my clothes into the tiny jeans skirt that barely covers my ass, a sexy tank top, and black stiletto heels. You instruct me to remove all underwear including bra and panties. I am also to put my hair up into pig tails on either side of my head. I am not allowed any make up and I must wash myself in the lavatory and be prepared for You once I am off the plane. You give me the option on whether or not I choose to wear perfume. As I turn to review my reflection in the tiny restroom, I am horrified. You can see the nipple clamps through the tank top and when I turn I swear You can see the base of the red butt plug sticking out from under the tiny skirt. I turn bright red and try not to panic. I remind myself that I no longer have a choice in any of these decisions. You have given me strict instructions and I must follow them without question or hesitation. You have allowed me to bring a coat with me, as it is winter, however it doesn't cover much below my skirt.
My stomach is in knots as I leave the plane and head for the baggage area with my carry-on bag over my shoulder. As I stand at the carousel, I feel the plug shifting in my ass as it is stretching me each time I move. I keep thinking someone around me has seen under my skirt and I blush again involuntarily. I see my bag coming around and I have a wave of heat hit me as I realize I will have to bend down to pick up my bag off the carousel! I walk to an area by the entrance of the conveyer belt where there is a wall behind me. As I grab the bag, I feel my skirt come up over my ass cheeks and hurriedly put the bag down on the ground. I grab the handle at the top and breathe a sigh of relief, thinking no one saw me. As I look up and head toward customs, I see a young man kitty-corner to me with a huge grin on his face looking at me as if I were a steak and he hadn't eaten in days. I immediately flush a shade of almost purple and scurry down the hall.
I easily pass through customs and I make my way through the several corridors toward the exit. My heart is beating out of my chest now in anticipation of being with You in person again. As I round the corner and go through the exit doors, I immediately spot You off to the right side by the ropes waiting for me. To my horror, You are holding one of those silly signs You spoke about last time I was here that says "My pet." You smile at me with that evil, amazing smile and I make a bee-line toward You. I immediately drop my bags and rush to Your side. Just as I'm about to throw my arms around You, I stop. You never gave me instructions on greeting You. What if I'm presumptuous? What if a hug isn't what You wish? I don't want to be in trouble the first minute in Your presence. Instead of going with my instinct, I slow and simply stand before You, my head bowed slightly, hands to my side. I feel You staring at me intently. Out of the corner of my eye I can see You begin to move toward me. You come within millimeters of me without touching me and whisper into my ear "Good girl."
I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing I have pleased You. You reach up, grab a fistful of my hair, and roughly pull me toward You for a brutal, passionate kiss. I'm reeling from the taste of You, Your aggressive hold on me making me lose my composure. I forget W/we are in the airport terminal until someone next to U/us clears her throat. I'm snapped back into reality and try to pull away from you, embarrassed. You do not release me. You get a tighter hold on my hair and keep me firmly against You. I hear you whisper into my ear.
"That, my dear, was Your first mistake. You do not ever pull away from Me unless or until I decide to release You. You are Mine now and as such You will do as I desire. You will be punished later for this infraction."
Immediately my heart jumps in my throat and I blush yet again. You know I'm embarrassed at this public display and correction. You again whisper into my ear, sending shivers up my spine.
"You are not to be embarrassed by anything I desire of You. You may blush, in fact I enjoy the involuntary response, however You should never be embarrassed when in My service. You are now My property, My submissive, My slave, My pet. You do as I tell you without shame. Understood?"
All I can manage is a soft yes Sir, still in shock, but more so, disappointed in my reaction. I never imagined I'd still need instruction on how to be His slave.
You hug me tight, smile while looking deep into my eyes, and release me. You instruct me to pick up my carry-on bag while You get my larger pack and You reach for my hand. You lead me out of the airport and over to Your car which seems to be parked very far away considering the lack of cars in the lot. You take the bag from me, unlock the boot, and load my bags into the car. You come around and open my car door for me and I start to get in when You put Your hand on my arm and stop me. You pull me up to face you and push me against the car. One hand goes immediately down my tank top and the other I feel down at the bottom of my skirt. The hand in my top grasps one of the nipple clips and pulls quickly, popping it off my nipple and causing an immediate shock of pain. You swiftly move Your hand and grasp the other clip and pull yet again. With both nipple clamps undone, You grab the center chain and hank as hard as You can, releasing the clip from my clit. I squeal in pain and squirm. As soon as that hand pulls out the chain from my top, Your other hand lifts the bottom of the mini-skirt and finds a globe of my ass. You grab it hard, pulling one cheek away from the other. This sends electric waves through my body as the plug is shifted and begins to slide. Your hand follows the curve of my ass and finds the base of the plug. Without warning You grab the plug and pull extremely hard, removing it from my ass in one motion. I let out a stifled scream as Your hand comes up quickly and covers my mouth. You place the plug on the top of the car and You lean into me.
"That, My lovely pet, is just the beginning. I'm determined to teach You that You no longer have free will over any part of Your life, especially Your body. It now belongs to Me and I will do as I please, when I please. You begged to be My submissive slave, my slut, my pet. You asked for this, did You not?"
I squeak out a muffled yes Sir through Your hand.
"I will remind You of Your place often. This is no longer Your romantic idea of being submissive. This is now service to Your Master. Your needs, wants, desires, and feelings, while important to me at times, no longer matter unless I specifically ask. What matters is what I want, what I need, and what I desire. You are now required to see to my needs every day. Are You prepared to do this, pet?"
Again I respond with a muffled yes Sir.
"Good," you say and release my mouth.
You turn me around to face the car and raise my arms up above my head to rest on the top of the car. You tell me not to move or make a sound as You raise my skirt. I am staring straight at the plug that You just removed from my ass when I feel what I know to be Your cock against my asshole. Without warning You slam Your cock into my ass and I lurch forward into the car with the force. I almost scream with the pain of Your entry but think better as I can see people milling around the parking lot over the top of the car past the plug. My ass is in pain as You ram Your cock in and out of it quickly and powerfully and I pray this is over quickly. I realize this is my punishment, knowing You instructed me to only lightly lube the plug. I know You intend for this to hurt.
As my mind is trying to deal with the throbbing in my ass, You ask me in a gruff voice
"Does this hurt Your ass pet?"
"Yes Sir," I breathlessly respond.
"Isn't this what You wanted? To be used as I desire with no regard for Your comfort? To remind You that Your desire to be an anal slut is no longer Yours?"
