Tess was seated in business class on the trans-ocean flight, and was dressed elegantly in a tight-fitting skirt. Prim, proper and fashionable in sensible heels, she was reminiscent of a time when flying was a formal occasion rather than treated like one's personal living room in the skies with sweats and slippers. Her makeup was done to perfection; lighter than the usual smoky eye shadow that had become the norm where men particularly enjoyed her doe eyes looking up at them as she opened her mouth wide for their meaty cocks. This evening, she went for a more natural look that accentuated her youth and innocence. With her wide-set eyes, she bore a more than passing resemblance to a certain Japanese actress known for her award-winning performance on a Samurai-period epic.
She settled in for the 12-hour flight, and interestingly enough, her master had chosen a red-eye to Asia. There were benefits of course, and it meant arriving during the day rather than in the evening.
"I've got plans for you when you arrive," she remembers his words with a tinge of apprehension.
Her thoughts were filled with images of the sheer debauchery from the JAV videos he instructed her to watch prior to the trip. The Japanese porn industry was never short of imagination. Of course, role play involving collars and leashes, the non-stop toying with women's orifices with a variety of tools and implements as well as public humiliation were recurring themes in her master's curated list of videos.
'He's grooming me to be one of those girls, and they look like they've lost all semblance of dignity in front of the camera,' she thought to herself.
She remembered one particular scenario where a pretty young Japanese girl walked through a back alley in a trench coat, and was made to reveal that underneath she wore nothing but a teddy with thin red straps crisscrossing her skin in the cold breeze.
She was made to play with herself while squatting on the gritty pavement, and ended up having men take turns on her against a brick wall while she tried to keep quiet. She ended up lying on her trench coat on the cold floor covered in the cum of a dozen men, and rubbing it into her skin as if lost in ecstasy.
'Maybe the Master will make me reenact that scene,' she thought as she bit her lip.
A flight attendant came by to attend to Tess, a fellow asian woman who held an air of admiration for the elegantly-dressed passenger who was easily the most beautiful on the flight.
She asked Tess if she'd like a complimentary glass of champagne, which Tess accepted. As the flight attendant poured the bubbly into the glass, she slipped a small folded note underneath it and placed the tray in front of her passenger.
Intrigued, Tess first took a long sip of the delicious bubbly. She then discreetly opened the note.
"My lovely slave, it's your master. I have a task for you. Make yourself ready to serve on this flight. Starting at midnight, I want you to be ready to please. The girl who handed you this note will be assisting you. Put yourself inside the bathroom closest to your seat, and I want you to serve anyone who comes to the bathroom."
Her hands shook, with both anxiety and dread. She looked around briefly but most of her section was obscured with privacy walls. She looked at her thin wristwatch, it was roughly 15 minutes to midnight.
'He never ceases to amaze me, and knows exactly how to push me into darker places,' she thought.
'Somehow, he always makes me sluttier with each passing day. And I'm letting him...' she lamented.
Tess adjusted her hair with her handheld mirror, and straightened her dress. She pursed her lips at her own reflection, trying to hide her own concern at the scenario. There will be no introduction as she will start pleasuring any number of people who knocked on the bathroom door. She assumed the people she will serve have all been vetted by her master. But what if they're completely random people who will chance upon a slutty young woman ready to offer herself in an airplane bathroom?
'They'll probably arrest me when we land in Japan,' she ventured.
'But he wouldn't do that to me. I'm far too valuable to him as a permissive slave, especially when he's got plans for me when I get there. What a time to be logical in this absurd act,' she lamented.
'I always end up being his doormat, on my back with my legs spread like a whore, because I always end up loving it but hating myself,' she thought with a sense of finality. Tess stood up from her seat at 5-minutes before midnight, as she walked in her heels down the aisle covering the short distance to the bathroom.
Her Chanel perfume lightly colored the air in her wake, as more than a few pairs of eyes followed her shapely legs in her stride, one leg in front of the other, towards the bathroom.
Thankfully the bathrooms are a tad roomier in business class, she thought as she shut the door behind her. It was semi-dark before she thought she had no choice but to lock the door in order for the lights to come on.
She looked at her own wide-set eyes in front of the mirror, while she slowly unbuttoned her dress so the cleavage of her 36C breasts were on full display. She reached under her dress to take off her purple thong, and as a sign of the debauchery she was about to engage in, decided to hang it on the faucet.
'I'm about to become a mile-high whore,' she thought derisively.
