*Author's Note: This is my first erotic short, so all feedback, both positive and constructive criticism, is highly appreciated. Let me know what you liked and what you want more of! If it looks like most people enjoyed it, I will post more chapters of Sarah's adventures. Thanks :)*
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"Now boarding zone 2," the gate attendant announced over the intercom. Sarah picked her bags up and joined the line, slowly making her way to her window seat halfway down the plane. After hoisting her small roller bag into the compartment above her, she slid into her seat with a sigh of relief and released her long, blond hair from its restrictive ponytail. Her phone buzzed in her lap, and she looked down at the new text.
Sarah closed her eyes and shivered as electric tingles danced across her body at his words. She responded simply with
and powered down her phone as ordered. She couldn't believe that in a mere three hours, four months' worth of fantasies and planning would come to fruition. The plane took off, and she leaned her seat back and relaxed while thinking back on the last few delicious months.
A year ago, Sarah had discovered that her husband of seven years had been having an affair for the last six months. To add insult to injury, he informed her of this while packing his bags to move out of their home and into a condo on the beach with his mistress. Sarah was in shock. She thought their sex life was great; they had sex several times a week. She kept in shape by running every morning and lifting weights three times a week, and as a result had a tight, toned body with a lush backside she got compliments for regularly. She also cooked him dinner every night and provided a sympathetic ear for his many work problems—what more could she have given him?
Over the next few months, Sarah's friends tried to get her to go out with new men, even setting up a few blind dates, but no one caught her interest until a business trip to Chicago one cold, January day when she ran into Derek, an old college hookup. They had only gone out a couple weeks before she moved to Florida after graduation, but Sarah remembered clearly how amazing the sex was with him during that brief period. Nothing happened during that particular trip, but they exchanged numbers and started texting regularly.
Derek and Sarah's text conversations went from casual to steamy within a week of their chance encounter. He told her that even though they had only had sex a few times in college, the memory of her enthusiasm and lack of self-consciousness in bed had stuck with him for the last ten years. He shared that he was into the BDSM lifestyle and was turned on by a woman's complete surrender of control to him.
This struck a deep chord with Sarah, who had fantasized for years about being dominated, made to submit completely to a man's every desire. Her ex-husband had laughed when she tentatively mentioned these wishes, but it seemed like Derek was in her mind and knew her every dirty fantasy.
The two discussed everything that turned the two of them on- from rough deep-throating to anal play and sharing Sarah with other men, among many other kinks. Sarah finally built up the courage to plan another visit to Chicago to see Derek for a long weekend, with the full understanding that while there she would be Derek's sex toy, available for whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. The idea of giving up complete control, after years of being the only responsible one in the household, was incredibly liberating.
The sudden landing of the plane made Sarah's eyes fly open in surprise. She had spent the whole flight thinking about the past and fantasizing about what Derek had planned for her this weekend, and the dampness of her panties testified to her excitement. She glanced nervously over at her row-mates, hoping she hadn't done anything embarrassing like moan while zoned out, but they were both on their phones and not paying attention to her.
As the rows ahead of her emptied out, Sarah started gathering her bags. She tugged on her short skirt and adjusted her deep cleavage so her nipples didn't show. The first instruction Derek had given her was to wear a slutty outfit that would get her stared at but not arrested, and the resulting miniscule black skirt and deep-cut white crop top revealed much more skin than she was used to showing in public.
Men outright ogled her as she made her way to the pickup section of the airport in four-inch turquoise heels, and the attention made Sarah feel like an object while heightening her arousal. She spotted Derek up ahead, and her heartbeat raced in anticipation.
"You look like a cheap stripper. Good girl," Derek greeted her with.
Sarah blushed bright red and looked at the ground before whispering, "Thank you, sir."
"Walk in front of me. I want to watch that ass sway in that slutty skirt of yours," he instructed, and Sarah hurriedly complied, making sure to add a little extra strut for her new master. When they got outside, Derek pointed out the black Hummer limousine sitting in front as his and waved the driver to put her bags into the trunk.
Derek opened the door and Sarah climbed in, aware of how high her skirt rode on her thighs as she did so. Derek slid in after her and gave her a devilish smile as he looked at her now-exposed pink thong.
"Take that off. That's the last time you'll be wearing underwear this weekend."
Sarah slipped off the tiny piece of fabric and looked at the ground, awaiting his next instruction. Derek took his time looking her up and down, nodding his approval at her choice of clothing.
"When you're with me, everything you wear needs to tell the world that you're a sex object, made for the enjoyment of other men. Your purpose in life is to please me and whoever I give you to. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Sarah responded. "I'm your sex toy."
"Good. Now take the rest of your clothes off, take my dick out of my pants and suck me," Derek commanded.
