For Many months she had conversed with a man in a far away country, and had opened herself to Him. T/they had conversed on the Internet, sharing T/their common fetish. Prior to meeting Him online, she was a skeptic. "How could one find arousal and satisfaction with someone who lived so far away, and could possibly be anyone or anything. But there was something about Him that drew her to Him. Something she could not explain, try as she might. As the weeks turned to months, their talk turned from online to offline. T/they were going to meet! She felt many emotions about meeting Him.
Would He desire her as He had online? Would T/they flow as naturally face-to-face as T/they did online. As the time passed she could barely contain her excitement, it became all she talked of. As she made her travel arrangements to go to Him, her voice quivered. As she contacted other friends in His area to arrange for her safety, she thought she would faint. It was a mixture of anticipation and fear. She was going so far, for a Man she had only talked to online. What if she was making a fool of herself? What if the chemistry T/they shared online was just that only online. Her mind played horrible games with her as the time drew closer. The day she went for her passport photos she nearly fell ill from the knots in her stomach. Her trip was only a few days away now …a matter of 72 hours and she would board a flight and 26 hours later her feet would touch the Australian land for the first time.
Over the ensuing days she packed and repacked. She must have changed her mind a thousand times. Every now and then her eyes would flutter to the selection of toys that she had been instructed to bring, the toys that she had used in T/their conversations. On her final day in Canada, she went to the local fetish shop to pick up the paddle that she had had made especially for Him. As she stood there looking at the paddle her knees nearly buckled, "my god I'm really going to do this, I'm going to fly have way around the world to meet a man I loved before I even seen His face, and I will submit to Him totally" She ran her fingers over the smoothly varnished paddle and felt a familiar pulse between her legs. In a matter of hours that paddle would be reddening her arse and the hand holding it would be His.
She woke early that morning and showered taking great care to smooth her body as she would not have time in the next 26 hours to do so. She knew how He liked His submissive smooth from all T/their conversations. She dressed comfortably and took a final look around her apartment, grabbed her bags and keys, and she was off to the airport. As she walked up to the baggage check she had a split moment where she nearly turned around and walked back to her car, but then His words slipped into her head: "I love you my lil subbie, come to Me" With the memory of those words, she straightened her back and walked towards the boarding gate, a serene smile upon her face. As she walked through the gates the flight attendant smiled at her and she returned the smile. She quickly found her seat by the window and stored her carryon in the overhead compartment and took her seat fastening her seat belt.
She slept fitfully during the long flight waking only to change planes and take her meals. Her mind eager to return to the beauty of her dreams, to the safety of her dreams. As the flight attendant passed by I quietly asked her on the final leg of our journey to wake me when we were about an hour from landing, she nodded and agreed to do so seeing my obvious anticipation. She lightly slumbered the last leg of the journey, her mind returning to all the wonderful and special moments T/they had shared on the Internet, knowing that in a short time they would be reality, her reality.
Softly she was stirred from her dreams by the attendant who whispered "you were sleeping so peacefully I hadn't the heart to wake you, but there is a land to air call for you on the white phone at the back of the cabin" Quickly I raced to the phone, my heart pounding in my chest, what if He was calling to say He changed His mind. Frightened I picked up the phone and heard the soft twang of the Australian Man I had come to know so well over the last months.
"My lil subbie, you are only a matter of minutes from Me now, I am waiting at the airport for you…Come to Me" With that the phone went dead and my heart raced. He wanted me …He still desired me. I settled the phone in its cradle and raced back to my seat to grab my purse, the flight attendant still standing there with a questioning look on her face.
