I wore a form fitting black leather 'coat style' dress, many shiny black buttons lay in line from breast to thigh, waist nipped in tight with belt and silver buckle. The hem cut to just above the knee, the intention was to disguise what lay beneath. Black 'ultra' shine, tight thigh high boots. To the initiated the heel was a giveaway though. Far too high to be fashionable, far too high to carry me at a reasonable pace. Just a glimpse and they screamed "SEX WALKING!"
Platinum blonde hair straightened within an inch of its life falls loosely forward around my face, down my back. I had dusted my eyes with grey charcoal giving me that already half way to oblivion look...
It's been almost 30 years since we last laid eyes on each other, and I had only known you for a moment.
Looking to the timepiece on my wrist confirms the arrival of your flight.
A trembling hand is quickly shoved it into my pocket and I clench my fist tightly trying to fight the fear and anticipation.
20 minutes since you landed on the same ground these boots are treading.
And there you are, just as suddenly as you disappeared all those years ago, moving without any doubt toward me.
I am aware of the stares I have been getting from lonely business men waiting for their next connection and their disapproving wives who have been mocking my poor attempt at disguise. It only serves to heighten my desire, my thirst as you begin to close the gap.
The power you hold over me, the spell you placed on me, pulls me to you like earth to moon.
I try desperately to keep my eyes downcast, the first and most basic rule but I can't take them off you. You are everything to me at this moment, and my flesh is yours, to use as you wish.
As if in stop motion I reach my hand into the décolletage of my outfit and pull out the lead I have attached to the collar you own. I can hear the gasps and sense the outrage of the onlookers in my peripheral vision as the true nature of my neckwear is revealed.
I don't care and feel absolute pleasure and purpose as I place the end into your powerful outstretched hand.
I feel the air around us hanging thick with envy, envy directed toward you as those businessmen hiding in the pretence of outrage wish they were you. God they want what you have, but have no notion of how to find it. Futile glances expose their frustration as there is simply no opportunity to ask.
Without a spoken word you roll the excess lead around the palm of your hand and walk on past me pulling me along behind you, my steps short, quick, dangerous considering the height those boots have elevated me to.
Down the travelator, a brief reprieve. You pull me along faster none the less and turn sharply diverting us into the men's room.
"What the fuck are you thinking?" as you propel me toward the basin. You stare into me with hard Northern European eyes. I look pleadingly into them searching for an answer, chest heaving up and down with fear and lust and then I realise dropping my gaze. I'm double guessing myself have I made a mistake? Have I misunderstood our commitment, you my Master, me your whore. Was this a false move on my part? I must keep my eyes off you.
"Get your fucking legs spread slut! NOW!!" you kick my heels apart and grab at the belt and buckle of the dress pulling it hard and fast through the loops then throwing it to the floor. Your cruel hands grasp either side of the fabric opening around my knees and with an almighty yank you tear upward causing the buttons to fly off in every direction, bouncing across the floor, pinging into the basins, rolling under cubicle doors. My eyes divert quickly to the last button as it rolls painfully, slowy to a stop.
Silence.
And there I am.
Naked but for those tight thigh high ultra shine black boots, collar and lead......just made for cumming.
I quickly drop into first position onto my knees legs apart by 30 cm, palms outwardly showing resting on my thighs, eyes downcast.
Waiting.
The silence is broken by "Second slut!!"
Moving my hips forward, hands and fingers are laced behind my neck which exposes my body fully to you, and to who ever may walk into the men's room. My breasts, my ass, and my quivering pussy out on parade. I am panting now with a potent mixture of fear and complete and utter lust and desire.
You take a deep breath while staring me down and then chuckle to yourself. "Let me look at that landing strip you have there pet, you know the one! We've discussed this before on chat. I am going to have to make certain you've followed my requests."
Oh God! I brace myself as hands and fingers just brushing the cold porcelain basin keep me focussed. The space around me caves in, legs spread in obedience, as your face descends.
"The shape is true to what I asked for pet and I can see that you have reduced the length by one third." You dust the tip of your forefinger against the grain. 1 cm just as you asked, soft yet neat.
I feel a small stream of wetness slowly slip down the inside of my thigh. You miss nothing and quickly your finger catches it. You look up at me with a beautiful smile and say "Happy Pet?' I nod, as I fall fast into sub space, floating along now on zero atmosphere until I focus quickly on your face again which is now an inch away from mine. I come rushing back to the here and now dropping my eyes downward as you push your finger roughly into my mouth.
"Taste yourself pet, I know you love that."
