by Dungeon Master
Her Sex Slave Flight
Her flight from O’Hare to Dulles was perfect. Hope the rest of this little excursion goes as well, she thought as she exited the plane and filed into the bustling airport along with the other passengers on this lovely Saturday afternoon.
Since her only luggage was the tote bag that she carried which contained the essentials she’d need, there was no need to locate the baggage carousel. She did, however, see a cozy lounge where she escaped from the crowd of people who were rushing to and from their flights.
As she sipped her scotch and water, the blonde haired business woman thought about the situation. She had flown a thousand miles for a meeting. This, however, would not be a board meeting or a high-end meeting with some deep-pocketed client. It would be a meeting with the person she’d been in contact with via email for nearly six months. He’d written a story that she identified with so much that she wrote Him a complimentary communication. That led to additional missives back and forth, which eventually resulted with her being in this very spot.
She, who is the CEO of her own business and who conducts high-level negotiations with business people from all over the world, was feeling more nervous about this meeting than any others. After all, she really didn’t know this man. He could be an ax-murdered for all she knew. There was, nevertheless, something trusting about Him. He seemed genuinely straight-forward and up-front with her. He’d been into the scene for twenty years and He assured her that He would honor her consent. Furthermore, He had not coerced her into flying to His city; this was something she wanted to do. After all, she could’ve just said, “Screw this,” and gotten right back on the plane. But, dammit, she wanted to meet This Man who’d written that story that had left her panties soaking. And, dammit, it was her husband’s fault. If he’d been more compliant with her submissive pleadings to be dominated, she wouldn’t have boldly acted upon this erotic fantasy.
So, with confidence she took out her cell phone and punched in His number.
“Hello,” the Male voice answered. She felt wetness when she heard His voice for the first time. She had informed Him of her approximate arrival time, so she confidently answered, “Sir,
i’m here.”
“slave?”
“Yes Sir.”
“You’re at the airport?”
“Yes Sir.”
“How was your flight?”
“Perfect.”
“Glad to hear that. Did you bring the things I told you?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Very good slave. Now go check-in at the hotel and call me when you are ready.”
“Yes Sir.”
Refreshed after that drink and encouraged by the fact that she had actually talked to Him, the well-endowed, and now soaking mid-west lady, walked purposefully toward the exit sign. As she stood on the sidewalk outside the terminal, she peered across . It was such a lovely Autumn day and since she was not bogged down by heavy luggage, she spurned the taxi and trekked across to the hotel.
So far everything He’d told her had indeed proven to be accurate. She smiled.
She had worn at His order a simple pullover blouse, a pair of shorts, shoes, socks and thong panties with no bra( He had forbidden her to wear one). She snickered at the thought of wearing such an outfit to an executive meeting one day and grinned when she considered how many hard-ons she’d find if she did an inspection.
Showered and shaved( He insisted on a bald pussy), she donned only the thong panties, which showed off her bottom cheeks prominently. She then reached into the tote bag and extracted a pair of wrist cuffs, a pair of ankle cuffs, a wide leather collar and a blindfold. After attaching the cuffs and placing the collar around her neck, she knelt on the floor facing away from the door.
At that point, following His orders, she once again picked up her cell phone and punched in His number and informed Him that she was ready.
“Very good slave, now put on the blindfold and wait. I’m on my way. What’s the room number?”
“Yes Sir,” she replied after excitingly informing Him of that essential information.
Nervous elation overtook her emotions as she realized that reality was soon going to replace the months of fantasy that had prevailed her thoughts ever since reading His story. Obediently and anxiously she waited for This Man to come and dominate her in much the same manner she read about.
Patiently she waited. She waited some more…and more. Patience, however has never been one of her strong suits. She would never tolerate one her subordinates making her wait like this. Just who the hell does He think He is, she fumed? She was NOT going to wait here forever!
Then she thought that this was probably just part of the game, making her want Him more. Just then, her heart did a jig when she heard footsteps in the hallway. Maybe, she thought. She smiled when a knock came on the door. But a ghastly thought crept into her mind. What if this were a bellman or a messenger? With all her trusting intuition she prayed that it was Him who would enter and see her in this mostly naked state, kneeling on the carpet with wrist and ankle cuffs attached along with a collar around her neck and her eyes blindfolded.
“Come in Sir!” She uttered sweetly.
She heard the door close and the vibration in the floor as footsteps padded over the carpet. The steps ceased when she felt His presence stop in front of her submissive position. The palms of her hands were flat on the floor behind her, her head was down and her thighs were spread wide, just as He had ordered. Naked, except for the thong panties he’d commanded her to wear, she hoped she’d pleased Him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you slave.” His voice was soothing and strong and she felt utter elation at this very moment.
“Thank you Sir, I’m glad to finally meet you too Sir.” she replied while keeping her head bowed.
“You didn’t lie slave. You do have some big tits. We can have all sorts of fun with these beauties.” He said while she felt his hands fondle her hanging 36d’s.
His hands on her bare breasts sent a clear message to her womanhood, but she had to realize that she, the CEO of her own company, was not in charge here. The animalistic urge to be fucked would have to be put on hold.
“Kneel up straight!” He said, bringing her thoughts back to reality. Complying at once she felt Him couple the two wrist cuffs together behind her back and attach a leash to her collar.
A tug on the leash followed by the words “Up Slave” forced the submissive lady to stand. “I need to have a better look at you slave,” were his exact words.
His heavenly hands thoroughly examined her, as she felt them knead her breasts, thighs, and buttocks. She sighed pleasurably when she felt his hand slide under the waistband of her frilly undies and insert His middle finger between the folds of her pussy lips. The river between her legs told Him all he needed to know. He then withdrew his finger, bent her over and ran the same finger under her panties from the rear. The lubrication from her pussy juice easily facilitated the entrance of her anus. His finger felt wonderful to the point where she would’ve allowed him to butt-fuck her if he so desired.
“You are indeed a fine specimen of womanhood,” He complimented her as He withdrew His digit and compelled her once again to a kneeling position.
“Thank you Sir,” mouthed the totally turned-on woman in a voice that clearly conveyed a wanting need. Frustrated further by the fact that she couldn’t see Him added to her erotic desire.
.
Then she felt His hand on the back of her blonde head gently pushing her face forward so she could smell the intoxicating aroma of His leather pants but also the rigid hardness that was behind the smooth material. At that point she had a fucking ocean between her legs.
“You want that, don’t you slave?” He said knowingly.
“Yes Sir,” she whispered wantonly. That’s when she felt Him grab a lock of her hair and roughly force her head back. “I couldn’t hear you slave!” He spoke strongly but softly.
“Yes Sir,” the submissive answered quickly with more volume.
Still holding her by the hair He forced her face into his crotch. “Yes Sir what?” He mocked her. “What do you want?”
“Your cock Sir.” She said with a muffled tone directly into his crotch.
He forced her head back again and she winced. “Say it again slave, speak up!”
“I want your cock Sir,” she said as she looked up painfully.
He curled his upper lip. “What do you want me to do with my cock?”
“Fuck me Sir,” she panted.
He smiled haughtily down at her. “Do you think you deserve to be fucked?”
Carefully she reluctantly replied. “No Sir.”
He smiled wide and nodded “Right answer slave… but first you must earn that.” He said as He ground His crotch in her face while maintaining the grip on her locks.
“Yes sir,” was her muffled reply.
Finally He released His vise-grip on her golden locks and looked down at her.
“I see you brought those clips you said you had, slave.”
“Yes Sir, they’re on the night stand.”
The floor creaked as she heard His footsteps walk over and retrieve those menacing little devices. She smiled inwardly for she knew what was coming and when she felt His fingers around her left nipple, she was ready. The metal clamp touched her sensitive nub, and just like she’d practiced, she took a gulp of air. When the biting sensation shocked her flesh, she exhaled slowly. It did indeed spread the pain out so it wasn’t so concentrated on the nipple. The same application was repeated on her right nipple and she was grateful for His helpful advice.
“Let’s see what we can do now,” He teased her as He gently pulled on the light chain dangling between her big breasts. Jabs of pain shot through her as she felt her clamped nipples being forced upward. She then felt a tug. “Come on slave. Isn’t this fun?” He taunted her as she was forced to follow him one knee in front of the other quickly in order to relieve the achiness. To add to her misery, since her wrists were bound behind her, there were a few times when she almost lost her balance. “Come on slave, faster!” He further ridiculed her as He picked up the riding crop He’d brought along. While He tugged on the chain with His left hand He whacked her on the butt while holding the crop in His right hand. A few times around the room had her yelping for sure, but He thought he better stop before somebody called the hotel guards or something.
Finally the nipple parade stopped and the Dominant Man removed the clips. This scene was only getting started however. Her last piece of privacy was dashed when he stripped the thong panties from her, balled them up and stuffed them in her mouth, effectively gagging her. The blonde with a mane of hair touching her shoulders was then led over to one of the upholstered chairs in the room. She was made to bend over one of the thick arms, which presented her well-rounded bottom to the world.
The Dominant Man then strolled over to His bag and extracted a long, leather paddle that would easily cover both of her nether cheeks with one swat. To add to the sensation one of the sides had fifty metal studs attached.
The bent-over damsel, whose breasts were pressing into the seat of the chair, was a lovely sight to behold. She gasped when felt the cool, smooth leather move round and round on her upturned buttocks. She had longed for this for so long and he did not disappoint her when the hard spanks began raining on her bouncing backside. Left cheek, right cheek, up, down and across her ever reddening bottom the blows descended. The stiff spanking made her forget all about the soreness in her nipples. He whacked her so hard for so long that she actually lost count of how many blows there were. The studs did indeed add another smarting sensation to the mix.
From her prospective, yes it hurt like hell and her butt cheeks felt like they were on fire, but dammit, this is exactly what she wanted and needed. When He finally let her off the arm of the chair, she actually said, “Thank You” through her tears.
He then sat in the chair and held the leash attached to her collar while she knelt submissively in front of him. “Is this what you had in mind slave?” He said as his leather crinkled.
“Yes Sir, it is?” she sniffed.
“You’re doing well so far, slave.”
“Thank You Sir.”
“But we’re not done yet.” He said with a wry smile.
She smiled as well.
He then led her to the bed where he had her lie on her back. Out of the suitcase the Dominant Man took out four short pieces of rope. One He tied to the o-ring on her left wrist cuff and the other to right cuff. He then stretched her arms out and tethered the other ends of each rope to the two corners of the bed. He repeated this operation on her ankles which left her legs spread out wide and anchored.
She felt more vulnerable than she’d ever had in her life. It’s a good thing she trusted this man, otherwise there’s no way she would allow anyone to put her in such a position.