I am sitting here waiting to board the plane. Master is here, though he is sitting across the room. i can see him, nonchalantly reading the paper as i read my magazine. i peek at him every once in a while and notice that he does the same. When our eyes meet, i quickly glance away, but not before i catch the small grin on his face. i am not to look at him. i am to keep my head bowed and eyes cast downward in his presence, but that is difficult in this public place. He knows how difficult that is for me to do anyway, and that is why he grins. Catching me disobeying him. He will not hold it against me this time though, and for that i am grateful.
Master Darius is dressed casually. For comfort for the flight. i on the other hand am dressed for his comfort, not my own. i am wearing a skirt and a cute top with buttons down the front that is not revealing-after all we are in public space. Master purchased a few new items specific for this trip. i have a new collar. Very thin and demure. Appropriate enough that it looks more like jewelry than what it actually is. i am also wearing a pair of vibrating panties that he has the remote control for. He has not turned them on yet, but i'm sure he knows that i am already wet for him.
They start to board the plane. We are seated near the back and i have been instructed to board first since i have the window seat. He has made arrangements that we will be alone in our row; however, there will be people seated behind, in front and next to us in other rows. i have also been instructed to grab a blanket from the overhead compartment. i am to make sure that when i do sit; my skirt is hiked up in back so that i am sitting with my panties touching the seat.
i know that when Master boards i will be expected to follow the rules i know so well. i get in line to board and hand the ticket to the agent before walking down the jet way. She smiles at me and i half smile back, but turn my head slightly as i do. i am just a bit nervous about this flight-not because i'm scared to fly, but because of the naughty things i will be doing.
As i step through the door, i turn and quickly scan the room, but do not see Master. Just as well, i surely would have been punished for making eye contact at that moment. i get on the plane and head down the row. i manage to remember to grab a blanket as i find the row we are to sit in. i scoot in and before i sit, i pull up my skirt just as i was told. i do not fasten my seat belt right away and i keep the blanket folded in my lap. i look out the window and wait for Master to join me.
i don't have long of a wait when i see his form walk down the aisle and find our row. He doesn't say a word to me as he sits down. This is all a secret game that only we know we are playing. He pretends that he doesn't even know me as i do the same to him.
"I hate flying." he finally says after he buckles his seat belt and tightens it.
"I'm sorry to hear that. You get scared?" i ask-as casually as you can have a conversation with someone you have "just met."
"No, i don't get scared. Just bored. Wish there was something I could do to pass the time." he says.
Out of the corner of my eye i see him smile. We both know that he has plans to make this flight fun. He reaches into his pocket and secretly shows me a little box. It's the remote for the panties i am wearing. i feel a pulsating sensation and jump just a little.
"You OK over there?" he asks as he laughs a little.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you." we have decided not to use the term "Master" as it would give too much away should anyone hear us.
He doesn't leave it on very long as we are ready to leave the gate. The captain has asked the passengers to turn off all electronic items. The flight takes off and as we reach altitude the cabin lights that require us to stay seated are turned off. The captain says we are free to move about.
Master reaches into his other pocket and pulls out something. He tells me to put out my hand. He takes his hand and drops what he has into mine, then quickly closes my hand around the item. It's cold, and i can feel the chain. i let out a small groan, realizing they are the nipple clamps i do not care much for.
"I want you to get up, go into the bathroom and put those on. Make sure they are on tight. Come back and sit down exactly how you are right now." he instructs.
i do as he says. i go into the bathroom and open my shirt. i place the clamps on my nipples and make sure they are tight. i feel my pulse quicken as they are a little painful. The message of the clamps being attached makes its way through my body to my pussy, which becomes even wetter than before. i moan in delight knowing this will please Master. i button up my shirt and go back to sit down, hiking up my skirt as i do just enough to give Master a peek at my panties.
"Place the blanket over your lap." he says.
i unfold the blanket and place it over my lap. The flight attendant comes by with drinks and asks if we want anything. As i open my mouth to answer, Master flips the switch on the remote and my words get caught in my throat as i say "No. Thank you." She looks at me a little funny, but moves to the next row. Master chuckles to himself.
As she moves further down the aisle, Master says to me, "I want you to undo the button on your shirt that is the closest to the end of the chain." I do as he tells me.
"Now I want you to pull down on the chain-enough that the clamps bite into your skin."
This i do not want to do, but i do anyway. The clamps bite into the skin sending sparks of pain through my body. i moan, but not because it hurts.
"Now I want you to reach under the blanket and gather up your skirt around your waist." I do. Now i am sitting there with just the blanket covering my lap. If anyone should remove it, they would see my panties.
"I want you to put your hand under the blanket and rub yourself. Do not stop until I tell you, and Do Not make a sound."
i do as he says. Rubbing my clit gently, i start to feel warm all over. i am no where near orgasm, but the tingly sensation i'm getting is just as delicious. i want to moan, and almost do, but i must be good. After a couple minutes, i can feel that i am approaching orgasm. i think Master is aware of this because just then he tells me to stop.
"Put your fingers in your wet pussy, take them out and put them in your mouth. Lick them clean."
i do as i'm told. i can't help but notice that people have started to get up and move around. Anyone could see what i'm doing. What would they think?
"You're such a filthy little thing-aren't you?" he asks.
"Yes, Sir."
"I can't believe they sat me next to such a whore. Maybe I should change seats." he says, though i know he is not serious.
"Maybe you should, Sir." i say, as i smile.
"Pull on the chain attached to the clamps again. Harder than last time."
i do and let out a little moan. This is pure torture. These clamps are the adjustable kind and i'm glad that i did not tighten them very much-just enough to keep them on. Just as i think that, Master asks:
"How tight are those clamps?"
Being honest, i answer "Tight enough to keep them on Sir."
"Hmmm...I want you to get up and go into the bathroom and tighten them more."
i do as he asks. The pain is definitely more intense now. They will have to come off soon. Sitting back down next to Master he tells me to reach up and grab my breasts. "I want to know how tight those clamps are," he says.
i do and he can tell that they are indeed tight enough now. This goes on for a few moments more. me sitting there fondling myself while he watches. Afraid someone in the next row might look over, or someone might walk down the aisle.
"I want you to place the blanket over your chest-like you are going to take a nap."
After i do he says "Now, I want you to reach up under your shirt and remove the clamps."
i hesitate, knowing the pain that will come from that. He senses my trepidation and says, "And Do Not make a sound."
Yeah, fat chance of that, i think to myself. i reach up under my shirt and remove the clamp from my right nipple. As the pain hits, i grit my teeth and quickly remove the left one. A small groan escapes from my lips.
"I said not to make a sound. Do you want to put those back on?"
"No, Sir."
"No, I have something better in mind."
i see Master look down the aisle towards the bathroom and up towards the cockpit. i can only imagine that he is trying to see where the crew is. It has started to get late enough in the flight that people are in their seats sleeping. The cabin lights are off and there are only a few overhead lights on for those who are reading.
"I want you to reach up and remove your panties. Stuff them into the seat pocket in front of you."
i do as he asks.
"Good. Give me your hand."
i give him my hand and he places it palm down on his cock. i can feel how hard he is.
"See what you've done you filthy little cunt. Now, the crew is up in first class. I want you to get up and go into the bathroom on the left. There is no one sitting in the row of seats right next to it. I will knock on the door in one minute. Be ready."
i get up and head for the bathroom. Once there, i begin to wonder what he meant. 'be ready' for what? Is he going to fuck me? make me suck his cock? torture me? Just then there is a knock on the door. i open it and he steps in. Quite cozy in these airline bathrooms. He makes me kneel on the toilet as he unzips his pants. He spreads my ass cheeks wide to expose his favorite fuck hole. i hear that familiar crinkle of the condom wrapper, then i feel it. Slowly he puts his cock in my fuck hole and rhythmically starts pumping away. He never goes fast and never very deep-not enough for me to make any noise.
Just as he is about to cum he pulls out, removes the condom, and tells me to face him and open my mouth. i do and he shoves his cock in down my throat making me gag. i don't have to suck his cock for very long before he cums. i swallow every last drop-not spilling any-just as i've been taught.
"You are a fucking whore," he says smiling at me.
"Thank you Master." i say-knowing no one can hear us anyway.
He leaves the bathroom after telling me to wait one minute before i join him. i exit after a minute and return to my seat. The flight attendant comes down the aisle again and asks us if everything is alright.
"Yes, Ma'am," i answer.
"She just wasn't feeling very well. Everything seems fine now," Master tells her.
"Oh, sweetie, would you like something to drink then?" she asks.
"NO," i say, practically yelling at her, "i mean, No thank you."
"Alright, if you need anything just let us know." she says, and goes on her way.
"Sure you aren't thirsty toy?" Master whispers, "I know you usually are afterwards."
"Yes, but you also know that i like to savor the taste Sir."
And we both laugh to ourselves, with no one being any the wiser of our actions this day.
