After the gentleman had left, Tess stared blankly at the closed door for a minute, still sitting with her skirt wrapped around her waist. She felt the brisk, circulated air in the confined space on her bare skin which gave her goosebumps on her exposed skin and kept her nipples hard.
'So here we are again, being a total slut. Now on an airplane, with the public behind the thin walls.' Her self chastising was gnawing at her again. Deep down, she wanted to be free of this double life. She was weary of the constant seesaw battle going on inside of her.
'I either need to completely let go and become a total slave, or I need to stop this all together. It's killing me within,' thought the young girl.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a discreet knock on the door, and it opened to reveal the smiling face of the young, pretty flight attendant who was assisting Tess in this debaucherous scene.
Without a word, she produced a wet wipe and began cleaning the strings of cum on Tess's chin and cheeks. Tess stayed seated and acquiesced to the attentions of the other woman, who took care to preserve her makeup.
She straightened Tess's hair, and teased it so the gentle curls were ready for presentation once again. Tess looked at her counterpart closely, and noticed a very gentle pink choker on her neck.
'Oh my god, she's a young slut just like me. I wonder if she serves the same Master.'
Tess whispered her thanks to the young woman, and began to stand up but was met with a firm push on her shoulders.
The attendant smiled at Tess and shook her head. She firmly pulled Tess off the seat and pushed her to her knees on the bathroom floor, and pivoted her subject so she faced the door. In her back pocket, she produced a silk thick hair tie. She slowly brought it up to Tess's eyes. Tess looked up, with an expression that was first of surprise, which then turned into resignation, before the attendant gently wrapped it around the kneeling woman's eyes.
'Oh god, this is happening again,' thought Tess as her pulse quickened. She began to feel the fight or flight impulse, just like in her recent forced gangbang in the parkade. Her ordeal at the hands of the rough crew of men also began with her blindfolded.
She was kneeling, practically naked, in a public airplane bathroom. An invisible line of men are going to walk through that door and use her.
The fear, dread and shame was nearly overwhelming. Alarm bells were ringing in her mind in her exposure to personal risk and danger. But her body, without fail, betrayed her as the thrill of danger was like kerosene to the flames of her insatiable lust.
The young anchorwoman felt her pussy getting wet.
Tess then felt warm, gentle fingers wrap around her neck. They squeezed gently at first, but then the grip tightened. Tess was reminded of the blissful yet tormented pleasures of being choked during her regular gangfuckings as her airway was forced closed, and she instinctively reached down to play with herself with one hand while she fondled her left breast.
Tess felt a leather collar wrap around her neck, accompanied by the jingling of a metal leash. Above her, the attendant attached the handle of her leash to a grab handle on the wall. She stepped back to admire her handiwork. The collar was a special commission by the Master for this debaucherous episode.
'Mile High Whore' was emblazoned in a cheerful semi-cursive font across the collar.
"Be a good little slut now," the attendant whispered in Tess's ear.
"Yes...I will," Tess replied.
Tess heard the door open as the heels of the attendant stepped out of the tight space, but she did not hear the door immediately close. She could hear the ambient sounds of the cabin; such as the steady hum of the airplane's climate control system.
Tess waited for what felt like an eternity, and imagined what it must be like to see herself. Topless with her tits jutting out, kneeling with her bare legs spread underneath her, blindfolded and collared with the leash dangling from the wall. She dutifully put one arm behind her back, and placed her other hand on the suspended leash next to her head.
It wasn't an act of resistance against her symbolic restraint, but rather an acknowledgement of being an enslaved animal.