Some time later we woke, disoriented at first. The movie had long finished and the cabin lights were still dim. Squinting, Master Darius looked at his watch. “It’s 1.00am,” he said smiling “so much for trying to stay awake for the whole flight.”
“Never mind”, he said, “we’ll sleep now and adjust when we get there.” Putting his arm around me, he kissed me deeply and slipped his hand inside my top. I felt a thrill go through me as he pinched my nipple. Picking up the blanket from the floor, he covered himself with it and rang the stewardess to get another blanket for me. She brought one and I covered myself with it.
“Go back to sleep my pet” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes Master” I replied and, putting my head on his shoulder fell into a deep sleep.
The next thing I knew, the cabin crew was bringing round coffee and breakfast and I asked Master the time. “It’s 4.00am and time to wake up” he said. The crew handed out breakfasts of bacon and scrambled eggs and hot coffee. The food smelled good and I tucked into mine, sipping the hot coffee. I felt perfectly rested, ready to face New York. Master seemed refreshed too and ate his breakfast hungrily. More coffee was brought round and we both took refills.
By the time we had finished breakfast, I needed to use the bathroom and asked Master’s permission. “Yes, but wait for me to join you when you are finished.” I promised I would and made my way down to the toilets at the front of the plane. I entered the cramped cubicle and sat on the toilet and peed. I had just finished washing my hands when I heard a discrete knock on the door. Opening it, Master slipped inside and locked the door.
Kissing me passionately, he undid his jeans and pulled them down. Sitting down on the toilet lid, he pulled me down onto his hard cock. I was facing the door and it was very cramped, but we managed. His cock slid into my wet pussy and he bounced me up and down on his lap. Bringing his hand round to the front, he fingered my clit till it was swollen and throbbing. Deeper and deeper he shoved his cock into me until I was ready to scream.
“Please may I cum Master?”
“No Kitten” he said, “I’m not finished with you yet.”
Feeling him filling me up, I was moments from coming. He continued to thrust deep into me and I tried desperately not to cum. He continued to stroke my clit and I didn’t think I could hold back much longer.
“Oh God, please let me cum!”
I was frantic by now. I had to have the release that he denied me. He continued to tease me till I was out of my mind with lust.
“Please let me cum” I begged.
“Yes my sweet slave you may come,” he said as my cunt started to contract round his cock. I was swept away on the tide of my orgasm and I felt him shoot his sperm deep inside me.
When we had cleaned ourselves up, Master said, “You go out first and I’ll follow.” I nodded and opening the door, peeked out and saw that it was clear. I slipped out of the toilet and made my way back to my seat. Master followed shortly and slipped into his seat beside me. The cabin crew was busy handing out immigration forms to the passengers and handed ours to us.
“You will need these to clear Customs” the stewardess smiled at us. Master took both forms and thanked her. He quickly filled them in and handed them back to her.
Soon we heard the Captain on the speaker, telling us that we would shortly be descending into JFK Airport. He announced that the local time was 12 midnight and we set out watches back five hours. We circled the airport and I could see the lights of New York twinkling below me. I could barely contain my excitement as we glided towards the runway. The wheels touched down and the engine went into reverse thrust.
Finally, we slowed down and the aircraft rolled smoothly to a stop. Master clipped on my leash and we left the plane. Walking down the tunnel, I asked him again where we were going to stay but he just grinned and said “Wait and see.” The airport was crowded and we made our way towards the carousel to pick up our luggage. There was a crowd but we managed to snake our way to the front, just in time to see out luggage rolling by. Master grabbed our suitcases and we set off to find immigration.
There was a long line and we resigned ourselves to waiting our turn. Despite sleeping on the plane, I found myself feeling sleepy. After all it was 6.00am London time and I was beginning to flag. Finally, it was our turn at the counter. An officer was seated there and his eyes widened when he saw my leash. Master handed him our passports and I was glad we had changed mine into my married name before we left England. He asked us the purpose of our visit in a broad New York accent and Master told him we were on holiday. There were a few more questions as to the length of our stay and where we would be staying. I didn’t catch Master’s reply but it seemed to satisfy the officer and he waved us through.
People surrounded us and I was glad I was wearing my leash. No one paid much attention to us, after all this was New York and there were stranger sights to be seen. We headed off in the direction of a taxi rank, following the signs and shortly found a line of cabs just outside the main doors of the airport.
Putting out luggage in the boot, we got into the bright yellow cab and Master said “West 23rd Street please.”
I turned to Master and asked him “Are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?”
Master grinned “Yes I’ll tell you now and I hope you’ll be pleased with my choice. I figured we could stay at one of the posh hotels but I thought you would appreciate this hotel more.” I was extremely curious by now. “This may not be posh but it has character and atmosphere. I have stayed here before and I know you will like it.”
I was growing impatient by now. “Tell me!”
“Now is that any way to talk to your Master? You’ve just earned yourself a spanking,” he laughed.”
“Sorry Master, please tell me.”
“Ok I’ll stop teasing you. “We’re going to stay at the Chelsea Hotel” he grinned. I had heard of the Chelsea Hotel, it was well known and many great songwriters and authors had stayed there over the years. It had been a haunt of artists and musicians since the 1920s and many famous people had visited it.
“It is full of character” Master said “and although it’s not as luxurious as some of the hotels in New York, I think you will appreciate it more.”
“I think it sounds perfect Master” I said and kissed him. The taxi pulled away from the curb and we were on our way to Manhattan. We crossed over one of the bridges that led to the city and I looked out of the window. Everywhere I looked there were people. People crowded onto the sidewalks, spilling out onto the road in places. People in cars and cabs and bright neon lights everywhere I looked. We passed through Times Square and on towards our destination.
Eventually, we pulled up in front of a terrace of buildings. The cab driver stopped outside the hotel and Master paid him then retrieved our luggage from the boot. We pushed open the door to the hotel and went to the main desk. Master checked in whilst I took a look around. The lobby was dim and rather small. It was decorated with several paintings, which I just knew had to be originals from previous guests.
When Master had finished registering, the manager rang a bell and a porter appeared to show us up to our room. We traveled up in the lift to the 2nd floor and the porter helped us into our room with our luggage. Master tipped him and he left with a small bow. I looked around the room, taking it in. It was slightly shabby, with two queen sized beds and a big armchair in one corner. The carpet was threadbare in places, but clean. The wallpaper was faded but the room had a sort of elegance that you would not find in the posher hotels.
I peeked into the bathroom and saw that it had one of the old claw foot tubs. It was old fashioned but clean. The whole place seemed steeped in history and I wondered how many famous people had stayed here over the years.
Master said there was no room service here and asked if I would like to go out and get some coffee. I looked at my watch and it said 1.00am. I asked if we would be able to get coffee at this time of night and he laughed. “Yes my darling slave. New York doesn’t sleep.”
I said that sounded great and after tidying up from the long flight, we left our room and set out to explore New York. It was a warm evening and there were people everywhere. We headed off towards Greenwich Village, which was just around the block. No one took the slightest notice of us, despite my leash. The pavement was crowded with people and we frequently had to move into the road to get by.
Master seemed to know where he was going and soon we came upon a small coffee house. There was music coming from inside and Master stopped outside. “This is a nice place” he said “lets stop here and get our coffee. We went down several steps into the basement and Master looked around for a table. Finding an empty one, we sat down and ordered two espressos. Over in a corner was a young man playing folk guitar and we sat and listened while we sipped our coffee.
We stayed for a while, enjoying the music when Master noticed me yawn. “I think it’s time for us to head back to the hotel and get some sleep. I agreed. We left the coffee shop and headed back to the hotel. I was glad when we were finally back in our room. Master unclipped me and told me to get undressed.
“Just one more thing to take care of before we turn in for the night” he said as I slipped out of my clothes. “There is the matter of your disrespect when we were in the taxi. Now it is bad enough to show impatience with your Master when we are alone, but to do it when someone else is listening definitely calls for a severe punishment.” He went to his suitcase and removed something.
I could see that it was the leather paddle with the holes drilled in it. Taking me by the hand, he dragged me over to the armchair and sat down, pulling me over his knee. “I promised you a spanking and that is what you are going to get,” he growled as he brought the leather paddle down hard across my ass. The first blow was enough to bring tears to my eyes but I was determined not to let him see how much he hurt me. I kept my lips pressed together as the second blow caused a thick slab of pain across my left cheek. By the third stroke, tears were running down my face but still I was determined not to cry out.
He continued to spank me until I could no longer stay silent. “Please Master,” I begged as the leather made contact with my tender rear. Still he continued to wallop me, as I pleaded with him to stop. I felt his cock stiffen as I begged for mercy. Finally, he put the paddle down and ran his hand over my behind. He felt between my legs and, finding me wet, he let me go. I ended up kneeling on the floor. He got up out of the armchair and helped me to my feet. Kissing me deeply, he carried me over to one of the beds and lay me down on my back.
He stood up and started to remove his clothes. He took off his shoes and socks, and then removed his trousers. He took off his shirt until he stood there in only his boxer shorts. I couldn’t help but see the large bulge his erection made. Lastly, he removed his shorts and stood naked in front of me. I looked, admiring his body. This was a rare treat for me as he usually kept his clothes on when he fucked me. His body was perfect, lean but muscular with a light tan. He had a full erection. I longed to feel him enter me – to feel his naked skin pressed against mine.
He climbed onto the bed with me and took me in his arms. It was delicious feeling his bare skin pressed against mine. For once, he didn’t tether my arms and I was free to put my hands on him and run them down his naked torso. I caressed him and held him tight in my arms. I brought my hands up and cupped his face, kissing him. He slid down the bed and fastened his mouth to my nipple. I tangled my hands in his hair as he sucked on my breast.
Suddenly, he pulled away and reached over to pick something up off the floor. He held my stockings in his hands. Swiftly, he tied my hands to the bed frame so I was no longer able to touch him. “No” I involuntarily cried in frustration. He took my nipple in his mouth again but I was no longer able to caress him or hold him to me. I moaned, longing to touch him again but unable to move my arms.
Parting my legs, he began to tease my clitoris. The feel of his bare skin on mine heightened the sensation. Suddenly, he lifted my legs until my ankles were either side of my wrists and fastened them there with the other stocking. I was left with my ass and pussy totally exposed. Picking up the leather paddle, he hit me first on one cheek then on the other. He then brought his head down and licked my clit till I was moaning in pleasure.
Pulling back, he took aim with the paddle and struck me across the pussy. I screamed out loud. Grabbing his shirt from the floor, he stuffed a corner of it into my mouth until I was no longer able to make a sound. He raised his hand and struck me across the pussy again, this time laying the leather across my clit. I screamed into the gag but no sound came out. Again, he struck my pussy. I prayed for him to stop. He raised his hand and smacked me twice across the ass before putting the paddle down.
Gently removing the shirt from my mouth, he kissed me passionately and I returned his kiss. He untied my ankles, allowing me to put my legs down. He spread them wide and entered me in one swift stroke. I wanted to touch him but my wrists were still tied. Putting his hands under my behind, he raised my ass and plunged into me deeper still. I was near climax by now.
“Please Master may I cum?”
“No not yet.”
He thrust into me driving me closer and closer.
“Oh God please!”
I lifted my legs and wrapped them round his waist. I heard him moan with pleasure. I squeezed my pussy muscles tighter round his cock and he groaned.
I couldn’t stand any more. I was desperate to cum. If he didn’t give me permission I was going to cum anyway, I was that close. I felt him shudder and finally he said “Now my slave.”
I let go and let my orgasm carry me away as I felt his hot sperm pumping into me. He reached up and undid my wrists in one quick motion. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. The feel of his skin against me was delightful and I hugged him tighter. We fell asleep like that, naked and wrapped in each other’s arms.