We finished our coffee and Master led me into the bedroom. “Wait here while I go and get our cases out of the car. You can begin deciding what you want to take with you.” I went to the closet and chose a couple of outfits to take with me. I picked out the clothes I would travel in and laid them on the bed. I would buy anything else I needed when we reached New York.
Master came back with our cases and we emptied them. I carefully folded my cashmere sweaters and hung up my suits. I put my riding gear in the laundry basket, as it needed cleaning. Meanwhile, Master was emptying his suitcase and packing it with fresh clothes for our trip. I carefully packed my case, leaving only my traveling clothes laid out on the bed.
Entering my room, I saw that Master was dressed and ready to leave. He looked at me and said, “I see you’re not dressed yet.”
“But I wasn’t sure I had permission to get dressed” I protested.
“This should really go in the punishment book by rights” he threatened.
“No, please Master” I begged, “I wasn’t disobeying you, I just didn’t know.”
“Well” he said with a twinkle in his eye “maybe I will let you off with a sound spanking.” Sitting on the edge of my bed he said “Get your ass over here and take your punishment.” Slowly I walked over to the bed, eyeing the hairbrush he had picked up from my bedside table. “Just do as I say,” he growled and when I was close enough, he grabbed me by the wrist and bent me over his knee.
There was a loud thwack as the hairbrush came down on my left cheek. A hot slab of pain was followed by another thwack as he smacked my right cheek. I let out a loud squeal. He rained a series of smacks on my ass, till it was on fire. “You really should see how nice and red your ass is” he laughed and brought the brush down on my ass again. “In fact, I think I should show you how a well-smacked ass looks” he said. With that, he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom.
Setting me down in front of the three mirrors, I was able to see myself from every angle. As he had said, my ass was bright red from the spanking. He kissed me and I felt my knees go weak with desire. Running his fingers between my legs, he could feel how wet I was. He rubbed the soft skin of my pussy and I parted my legs. With a moan of lust he threw me to the floor and rubbed my clitoris with his thumb.
My cunt opened like a flower as he fingered my clit.
“Please let me cum Master!”
“Don’t be in such a hurry,” he murmured. Freeing his cock, he guided my hand to it. I stroked it and he moaned. Removing his fingers from my clit, he brushed the tip of his cock against it.
“Oh God” I moaned, “Please let me cum!”
“Not yet” he murmured “you need to learn control.” With one quick thrust, he entered me and I gave and involuntary scream. He fucked me hard and I begged him for release. “Don’t you dare cum yet” he hissed as he thrust deeper into my pussy. I felt his big cock filling me up and knew I couldn’t wait much longer. I was seconds away from orgasm when he whispered into my ear “You may cum now my love.” I was overcome with the strength of my climax and my pussy was still throbbing when I felt the spurt of his love juice, deep within me.
We lay on the floor, regaining our breath. Finally, he slapped me on the ass and suggested we both shower together to save time. Stripping off his clothes, he turned on the shower and gestured for me to get in first. I hopped in and he followed. Lathering a sponge, he gently washed me, and then soaped himself. We rinsed ourselves, then stepped out of the shower, dripping on the mat. He wrapped me up in a soft terry towel and slipped on a robe. Gathering his clothes from the bathroom floor, he led me into the bedroom.
“We ought to get a move on if we are going to leave on time,” he said, grinning. While you are getting ready, I’ll go and change the cars over. We don’t need to take the 4 x 4 to Heathrow.”
“Yes Master.” He was already dressed in black jeans and a black shirt and told me to hurry and get dressed.
“I want a cup of coffee before we set out for the Airport, so don’t take too long.”
“No Master” I said and started to dress.
“Oh by the way, leave your underwear off” he ordered and left the flat for the garage to switch the cars around. I dressed in a short black leather skirt and black leather waistcoat. I pulled on my fishnet stockings and added my lacy black gloves. Taking a look in the mirror, I was satisfied with my appearance. I slipped on medium heeled shoes and felt ready to face New York. I finished packing, which did not take long. I fully intended to hit the shops when I got there.
While I waited for Master to finish swapping the cars around, I went into the kitchen and put the coffee on. Feeling hungry, I looked in the fridge but there was not much to eat in the house. I found the biscuits we had been eating earlier and put some out on a plate. They would have to do until we could get some food at the Airport.
Master was back from the garage shortly and we sat down to drink our coffee. Looking at his watch he said, “Nearly 5.00, we’ll have to leave soon. I’ve allowed time for traffic but it will be busy at this time of day. He looked at me. “You look lovely, drink your coffee and gather up your things and we’ll be ready to leave.”
Taking one more biscuit from the plate I asked, “Where will we be staying when we get there?”
“That’s a surprise” he grinned, “you’ll have to wait and see. I knew there was no point in pushing him for an answer, so I drained my coffee cup and stood up. ”I’m going to get my case. May I use the bathroom before we go Master?”
“Certainly” he said. When I had finished in the bathroom, I came out and Master looked at me with a smile. “Ready?”
“Ready, Master” I answered with a grin. I was looking forward to this trip.
“Ok then, let’s go,” he said, clipping on my leash. I had almost forgotten about that, having been free from it while at the Estate. However, it felt familiar and rather comforting and I stood still while he clipped it to my collar.
We made our way downstairs, crowding into the lift with our luggage, and headed for the car. Master put the luggage in the boot and settled me in the front seat. He took his place behind the wheel, started the engine and pulled away from the curb. We were soon passing Tower Bridge and driving along the Embankment. Although it was now September, it was warm and sunny. Master noticed me squinting against the sun and said “There are sunglasses in the glove compartment if you need them.”
Thanking him, I opened the glove box and removed a pair of Gucci sunglasses. Putting them on, I turned to Master “Well what do you think?”
“Very smart” he said “I thought they would suit you when I bought them.” Again, I was touched by his thoughtfulness. I settled down to enjoy the ride and Master turned the radio on. Fortunately, there was not a lot of traffic and we moved at a reasonable pace. Soon we were at the flyover, which led to the motorway. Traffic had built up but we were still moving. Then the traffic began to slow down until we were nearly at a standstill. “Not to worry,” said Master “we’ve allowed plenty of time to get there. We needed the extra time. By the time the jam cleared, it was 7.00 and we still had a way to go.
Luckily, the jam cleared and we were on our way. Soon, I began to see low-flying aircraft overhead and we were nearly at Heathrow. Finally we were there and headed for the long-term car park. Parking the car, we got our luggage out of the boot and headed for the nearby bus stop that would take us to the terminal. A bus drew up and we climbed on board and stowed our luggage in the rack provided. It was quite a long way to the terminal, but we managed to get seats. People were staring at my leash but it didn’t bother me, I was used to it by now. At last we drew up at the terminal and unloaded our cases and headed for the check in desk.
“I have a little surprise for you” he grinned and handed me the tickets. They were first class tickets and I let out a little squeal.
“You got first class!” I was delighted, it was a long flight and we would have been cramped in economy.
“Only the best for my wife” he grinned. “Now lets go check in and we can go find something to eat.” We got in line and checked out bags. Now we could wander the Airport and explore freely. “I’m going to choose a book for the trip, would you like to pick something too?” I agreed that would be a good idea and we headed for the bookshop. Master found something to interest him and I chose the latest Stephen King novel and a copy of Vogue.
“That will do me Master” I said and he took them up to the cash desk to pay for them. Looking at his watch, Master decided that it was time to go through to the departure lounge. He led me towards the security check, unclipped my leash and put it in the little basket together with his watch and keys. Walking through the metal detector, he waited for me and then clipped the leash back on. “Let’s go and get something to eat before we go through to the VIP lounge.”
I agreed with him and we found a small cafeteria close by. There was not much of a selection and we settled for Danish pastries and coffee. “We’ll get dinner on the plane” he said “so this should do us for now.” The pastry was delicious and the coffee was drinkable. I felt much better with some food in my stomach.
We finished our pastries and headed over to the VIP lounge. We got some strange looks but our tickets were in order and no one said anything. It was peaceful in the first class waiting room compared to the rest of the airport and we took seats overlooking the airfield. Enjoying the relative quiet, we each took out our books and began to read them. Soon we heard our flight called.
We boarded the plane, causing quite a stir amongst our fellow passengers. There were more than a few stares and murmurs but no one actually said anything. However, I could feel their eyes on me. We took our seats and I sat by the window. The plane began to taxi towards the runway and before long we were lined up waiting to take off. The engines roared and we began to roll down the runway, picking up speed as we went until the wheels left the ground and we were airborne. The plane climbed steadily until we reached cruising height and the seatbelt signs went off.
“What time will we get there Master?”
“About 5.30am our time” he replied. “They are five hours behind us, so we should arrive after midnight New York time. It would be better if we didn’t sleep during the flight but wait until we get there. That way we will wake up without jet lag hopefully.”
“Where are we going to stay Master?”
I was bursting with curiosity but all he would say was “Wait and see. I think you will like my choice.” Faced with the prospect of staying awake all night, I wondered if I would be able to manage it. Master had his own ideas of how to amuse us during the journey though and rang for the stewardess. Telling her he was cold, she provided him with a blanket, which he unfolded over his lap.
Just then one of the cabin crew came by offering the passengers glasses of champagne, which we accepted gratefully. Master drained his glass and asked the girl if we could have another. “Certainly, Sir” she replied and went to fetch us two more glasses.
“Drink up my sweet slave” he told me “it will help relax you for the long trip.” Finishing my drink, the stewardess reappeared with two fresh drinks, which she handed to us. Sipping my second drink I began to feel the effects of the champagne. I was pleasantly lightheaded when the girl took our empty glasses and I settled back in my seat. Master leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Give me a blow job now” he ordered indicating the blanket covering his lap.
“Giggling, I took a quick look around to make sure I would not be seen and quickly hid myself under the cover of the blanket. I unzipped his jeans and freed his twitching cock. Taking him into my mouth, I sucked gently at first, feeling him grow large and hard. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft and felt him quiver as I ran my tongue around the head of his cock. His hands pressed down on my head, urging me to take him deeper. I opened my mouth and took his dick deep within my throat.
I heard him moan and sucked harder. I teased him with my tongue until I tasted the drop of precum that indicated he was near to coming. I concentrated on sucking hard till I felt him stiffen and he gushed his hot sperm into my mouth. I continued sucking, milking him of every drop. I could feel him shaking as I swallowed every drop. Carefully tucking his cock back in his jeans, I poked my head out from under the blanket to see if anyone had noticed. No one seemed to be looking at us and I quickly slid out from under the blanket and sat up in my seat.
Master had a big grin on his face and I was smiling. He leaned over and kissed me as he folded up the blanket and put it on the floor. By this time, the cabin crew was beginning to get things ready for dinner. I was starving and Master said he was hungry too. The crew passed out the foil wrapped trays to the passengers and I was pleased to see we had steak for dinner. There were assorted vegetables and a warm roll and butter. Desert was chocolate cake. For airline food, it was very good and I tucked into mine. Master seemed to be enjoying his too. The crew handed round more glasses of champagne to go with our meal and by the time we had eaten, I was feeling content.
After dinner came coffee and mints, then the crew collected all the trays and announced that the film would be starting soon. Master and I put on our headphones and settled down to watch the movie. It was a romantic comedy and we held hands as we watched. The movie finished and the cabin lights were dimmed. Despite our resolution to stay awake, Master had drifted off into a deep sleep. I didn’t have the heart to wake him.
I fought to keep my eyes open too but was tired from our long day and before I realized it, I had slipped into a deep sleep too.
