After my blow job in the garage, Lori kissed me on the cheek and headed upstairs. When she went ahead of me I saw her ass for the first time and noticed a criss cross pattern across her tight heart shaped rear. When I asked her about it she just replied she had been bad and Miss Donna had needed to punish her. Before I could follow up she told me to be quiet and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and 2 glasses. We headed upstairs and settled into bed as she told me the story of her trip with Donna...
Lori had met Donna at the airport and went through the gate area together. They chatted about family and the trip, sitting in the first class lounge waiting for the boarding time. It was early to drink, but Donna insisted they have a cocktail or two while waiting. The lounge was rather deserted and they sat in a booth near the bar. Lori was feeling a bit tipsy, haven't having much to eat for the day when Donna came back with bad news. Their flight which had a stop in Chicago was being delayed for 90 minutes due to traffic problems at O'Hare airport.
Donna bought them another drink and they spoke while the lounge slowly started to fill up with other first class travelers. Lori was feeling quite giddy and suggested they get something to eat when she was startled by Donna's response.
"I thought we discussed what traveling on a companion fare means. You do not suggest things to me. You do as you are told."
Lori was shocked by the serious tone and sudden change of demeanor in Donna's attitude. She looked around to see if others had heard her.
"Don't look elsewhere. Look at me!" Donna had lowered her voice but it still had the air of authority. "I saw how you looked at the picnic when I told you what a companion meant."
"I thought you were joking, Donna. Come on what do you think I am?" asked Lori in a quiet whisper.
"I know you are a little submissive slut. The question is do you want to admit it?" Donna smiled and continued, "We can have a nice girls' trip and spend some money shopping...or we can do that and explore your submissive side. It is up to you, but I do not want to play games with you. Lori, if I read you properly, and I think I have, there is something deep inside of you crying out for release. I have no interest in controlling your life or affecting your marriage. I only want to have some fun and to me that is spending the time with my little Pet." As she said the word 'Pet' Donna reached across the table and gently brushed her finger across Lori's lips.
The fifty year old housewife shuddered at the soft touch. She could not believe what was happening but she could not deny the wetness between her legs. She had replayed the picnic conversation over and over in her mind these past weeks. She had thought there was more than a joke in those words and now knew she was right.
"Donna, I..I have never done anything like this. My husband and I play fantasy games and such, but...but I don't think I can do..."
Before she could finish, Donna placed her fingers back on Lori's lips, stopping her from speaking. She leaned across the table and spoke.
"Finish your drink in one gulp. Then it is decision time. You either walk over to the gate and wait for me, and we never speak of this again. Or," and Donna paused for effect, "or you go to the ladies room and remove your bra and panties. Then you come back to me and tell 'Miss Donna' you are ready for our trip to begin."
Donna sat back in the both and watched Lori. Lori reached down to her vodka tonic and picked up the glass, afraid her trembling would spill it all over the table. She put the glass to her lips and drained the remains of it in one long swallow. Without a word she slid out of the booth and walked away. The exit to the gates and the restrooms were in the same direction. Donna watched and smiled as she saw the women, eight years her senior, pause at the hallway to the ladies room.
Lori stood there for what seemed an eternity. Knowing she should head to the gate but wanting to go the other route. She reasoned, this was a short trip, she could explore a side of herself she has always wanted to. She could stop things at any time. She took a deep breath and turned towards the women's lounge. She could hear her heart pounding as she pushed the door and entered into the large tiled room. Before she could change her mind she entered a stall and quickly pulled her top off. She removed her bra and noticed how hard her nipples were. She flushed knowing they would be apparent through the thin material of her sweater. She quickly slid her panties off, noticing the heavy aroma. God, she was so embarrassed. What if everyone in the bar could smell her. She was a slut!
She stuffed her underwear in her purse and headed out of the stall. As she passed the vanities she could not help but notice her nipples through her top and the look of lust on her face. She told herself to hurry back to the booth and keep her eyes down. She would just melt if she saw men ogling her.
She slid into the both and spoke quietly, "Donna, I am ready for our trip."
"No, no my Pet. You will refer to me as 'Miss Donna', from now on. You should have seen the guys watching your titties bounce when you walked back here. Now say it properly, and apologize for being so stupid."
Lori could feel her face turn red as this women humiliated her. Yet she never felt so alive then at this moment.
"I am sorry. Miss Donna I am ready for our trip."