As the plane circled the airfield and once again I asked myself what the heck was I doing here and was I just living a dream. This whole thing started as a way to vent my anger at women. Or rather one woman in particular I had just had a visit from Cathy my ex wife she had come to finish packing the remnants of her stuff from the flat, with the new boyfriend in tow. Things didn't go according to her plan though, I made a point of offering him a beer and we chatted like bar room buddies, once she realized it wasn't working she left with her stuff.
But it did work and short of throwing the contents of the flat around. I went onto the net trying to calm down and ended up drifting from one site to another until I came upon a BDSM site. What an eye opener that was and that's where I met Donna. Originally when she tried to talk to me I told her to leave me alone, I was simply looking around then passing through. I suppose rejection was new to her because she just kept coming back, eventually I would give her tasks to do hoping she would leave me alone.
But no, off she would go and do them, forcing me to keep my end of the bargain, at times I would demand proof that she had done them. Of course as time went on we started to exchange e-mails and eventually phone calls, I would still pose Donna problems that she always seemed to want or was it needed to solve. The pictures I have of her in situations that I have got her into even now make me wonder why she would want to continue to let me put her in these spots.
I would go back over the conversations we had and I would blush with embarrassment that I had told Donna what to do and even make demands on her. Unknown to me at the time, I was slipping into a Masters role on the site. Donna, already being a submissive, knew this and yet still kept coming back for more and now six months later I'm in a holding pattern above the airport and for the hundredth time I just shook my head and thought to myself. 'You just can't make this stuff up.'
Finally I walked through customs and onto the main concourse. I had spotted Donna a minute before; she stood apart from the other waiting families and friends. Her beautiful long blond hair now in a pony tail as I told her to have it, her mouth although devoid of lipstick was still as sensual, and her cheekbones, when Donna had first sent me a picture of herself actually performing one of the tasks I had given her, it was her cheekbones that struck me most about her face.
I smiled to myself as she looked at her wrist and then remembered that she had no watch on. It was cruel of me I know but I had told her she was not to wear any jewelry and that included a watch. Donna smiled as she finally saw me exit the customs area, took a deep breath and walked towards me and stopped two foot in front of me her eyes now lowered to my chest.
"You will look at me I have some questions for you."
Donna slowly raised her eyes and locked them on mine. Her cheeks flushed with excitement, for the last three months when we had first discussed me coming here, she had been waiting for this moment I noticed her body shudder slightly as she fought so hard to control her excitement.
"Walk with me to the carousel."
I held out my hand and Donna smiled took it and we walked, I noticed a spring in her step now. It was as we approached the carousel I suddenly realized why she was so quiet. In my haste I had forgotten to allow her to speak. I checked the board. My case wouldn't be on the carousel for another couple of minutes so I gently guided Donna to one side. I leaned against the wall of the terminal building and held her close to me. To the casual observer we looked like we wanted an intimate moment before the hustle of collecting our luggage. The flush of her checks still evident.
"You may speak now my darling little slave."
It was as though a verbal damn had now burst. Donna welcomed me and asked if I had a good flight, I watched out of the corner of my eye that she twice had to move her arms back to her sides as her body tried so hard to wrap her arms around me in an embrace. Still Donna would talk about how she had followed all of my instructions and also the ones I gave her from London just before I boarded the plane. It was then she blushed again and for a second lowered her eyes to my chest. I felt the only way to stop her talking was the old fashioned way.
So I kissed her. The sounds of silence were welcoming as she now applied herself to the task. She also knew her hands were free to do as she had wished. Slowly they wrapped themselves around my neck as her mouth willingly gave itself to me. Finally coming up for air, the added incentive was the odd passenger in the terminal telling us to get a room as they walked past.
"I'm so pleased you're here my Master. I am yours to do with as you wish."
"Open your coat."
Donna's cheeks just got a little redder as she slowly undid the three buttons on her coat. Her eyes never left mine as she held the coat and opened it. She was totally naked inside it. I took a step forward and Donna closed her coat as best she could around us both, the warmth of her body a welcome feeling.
"Are you wet my darling little slave?"
"Master I have never been so wet."
"When I step back you will close your coat, button it and join me at the carousel. My bag is here we can leave now."
Donna nodded and as I took a step backwards she closed her coat and buttoned it. I had now picked up my bag from the carousel and joined her as we walked out the terminal. Once at Donna's car she opened the drivers door lifted her coat and sat on a towel, her legs swung in and I walked around to the passenger seat and got in.
"Ok my little slave just so we are both clear about this, you are to repeat everything I asked of you."
Donna nodded and said. "I am to memorize my safe word and know that if ever I use it all will stop, no further punishment will happen, sex if any will be vanilla sex and any mention of anything regarding why the safe word was used will result in you leaving me within one hour and returning home."
I watched as panic crossed her eyes and then nodded my head that she was to continue.
"My Master told me that I was to agree to everything that was talked about while we were still in my car and had not left the airport and Master I do agree, I am your slave and pet for as long as you choose to use me."
"Is that all my little slave?"
Donna panicked now, unsure if she had missed anything and frantically reaching into the corners of her memories trying desperately hard to remember every hour of conversation we had over these last six months. Suddenly her eyes lit up.
"My Master also told me that I was to place the copy of his passport that he sent me with my lawyer and tell him that I would be unavailable for two weeks if after two weeks and three days I had not talked to him, he was to open the envelope and use all its contents to track you down."
I smiled and watched as Donna blushed.
