I grab my phone and send an email to my Master explaining what has just happened. I tell him in detail about the frustrating and unsatisfying sex I have just had and although I know that my Master won’t get the mail as he’s away on business, I have to send it anyway. He goes away often and I hate it because I miss him so much on nights such as this.
Just before closing my emails I check my rules for this week. When Master goes away I always get a message with a list of things to do, tasks to complete and rules to follow. Today, I was not to wear panties to work and now I need to see my instructions for tomorrow.
I click on the message containing Master’s demands. “Tuesday’s rules: dress and attend work as normal. Get home before your husband and put on the following – short skirt and low top, heels and underwear and make sure it’s sexy underwear. I want you to tease your husband, drive him to want you desperately but don’t you dare let him touch you my slut”.
That’s a rule I like the sound of and I’m very happy to do as ordered. I get back into bed and drift off to sleep whilst planning my outfit for the next day.
The working day is busy and I cannot wait to rush home to change before Bob gets home. I have a shower and make sure my legs and pussy are all smooth and then slip on my silky purple panties and matching bra. I pick out my favourite pink top which is very low cut but sits perfect on my boobs and complete my outfit with my short black skirt and heels.
There is little else I can do during the evening other than wait for Bob to come home so that I can start to tease him. Eventually he walks in with a face like thunder so I know he’s had a bad day and nothing is going to happen tonight. I think about getting changed back into my comfy pj’s and slippers, but I remember my instructions and want to be able to tell Master that at least I tried.
Whilst getting dinner ready I hear a knock at the door and as Bob is busy watching television to get up I have to put the meal on hold and get down the hallway to open it. I must to be taking too long as the mystery person knocks again impatiently.
I’m annoyed at the double knock and dinner interruption. “All right hold on!” I shout bad-temperedly.
I turn the lock and pull open the door open as quickly as I can, banging it against the wall. Then I suddenly regret shouting the way I did. My Master is standing in my doorway.
“That is no way to talk to your Master is it my little slut!” he growls.
My Master is at my front door. There is my Master. I can see my Master in front of me. The same thought but coming from every possible angle is going around in my mind. My heart skips a beat, I feel my panic rising, my mouth is open and no words are coming out.
“Slut, is that how you greet your Master?”
I hear the anger in his voice but I drop to my knees, put my head down and put my hands behind my back. My heart is racing, I know my husband is in the next room and yet all I want to do is look at Master to touch him. A minute seems to last an hour until I feel his hand grabbing my hair, pulling me up until I stand. The sweet pain in my scalp causes my pussy to tingle and my mouth to open.
He pushes me to the wall face first so that he can bind my hands together. I’m sure that most girls would be scared and in a total panic but I’m just getting more excited and needy for my Masters touch. When my hands are tied tight he pulls me back onto his chest and with his other hand he grips my throat, pushes my chin up and kisses me hard. It is the most sexy, passionate, tongue playing kiss I have ever experienced which leaves me breathless. He smiles and my pussy tingles even more.
“Right slut, where’s this pussy husband of yours?”, my Master’s deep voice demands.
Gripping the rope around my wrist I lead my Master to the lounge where Bob jumps up, his eyes wide open in a look of complete shock and surprise. He can only see his wife bound and standing in front of a strange man.”Who the hell is this?”, he shouts, “What the fuck is going on?”
I don’t answer as my Master hasn’t yet given me permission to speak; I see his face and can tell he is pleased by my obedience. The, in an air of complete authority, he lets my husband know why he is here.
“Well Bob, I’m your wife’s Master and she is my whore. She’s been my little slut slave for a while now and this evening I’m here to take her away with me as she is mine. So Bob, say goodbye to her now because very soon she will be your ex wife”.
I stand, staring at my Master and replaying in my head what he just said. I am unable to hold back my excitement and ask him, even though I don’t have permission. “Really Master, really, I’m going away with you?”
My Master does not discipline me and replies “Yes my whore, you are. Now after I untie you go and pack an overnight bag and do not come out of the room until I call you”.
After my hands are freed I run to my bedroom and pack a few underwear sets and tops and skirts, another pair of heels, my wash bag, and jewellery. I sit on the edge on the bed waiting until I hear my Master call for me.
I walk back in the room and my soon to be ex-husband is sitting on the chair with a bloody nose and Master’s shirt is torn. Bob never showed any care or passion towards me before and now it’s too little, too late. I look at my Master and he can tell I want to speak so he gives me permission. “Master may I say goodbye to him please?”
Getting a nod I walk over to Bob and pull him so that he stands in front of me as I whisper “I loved you but it just wasn’t what I wanted or needed. I need my wonderful Master. I’m so sorry. Be happy and goodbye.”
With a soft goodbye kiss I walk out of the house following my Master to his car and knowing this is what’s best for me.
Master opens the passenger door but before I can get in he forces me against the back door, pulling my hands behind my back and tying them up again. Then he lets me go so that I can slip into the passenger seat and I watch him get in next to me.
As we head to the motorway my Master turns to me and says, “Right slut, panties off now! We are going to the airport.”
I look at my Master not wanting to be disobedient but trying to think of a way to ask how the hell I can do that with my hands tied! I stare at him whilst wondering what to do and he lets out an evil laugh. His left hand moves down to my soaked panties and grips them just above the crotch so I can feel his hand on my skin. He yanks them up roughly so that they slip between my pussy lips and he pulls them tight.
“Don’t you dare cum my little whore!” he demands as he pulls my panties tighter into my pussy lips. Being the little slut I am I can’t stop myself moving my hips so that my slit rubs against the panties, like I’m trying to fuck my panties and cum. I know that my Master loves how desperate I must look right now but I have to hold off cumming until I’m told. He coasts the car over into the next lay-by and pulls my panties so tightly against my clit as I start to fuck them again. Moving faster and harder I look at Master with a plea to cum but he pulls them again and rips them off me just before I feel I’m about to orgasm.
Letting out a needy moan I sit there breathing hard and knowing that a simple touch on my pussy will make me climax. Master seems pleased and after putting my panties in his pocket, he restarts the engine and carries on driving.
We drive for an hour before arriving at the airport and returning the rental car. After dropping the keys in the box he comes round to my side and opens my door for me, demanding that I get out quickly. Slipping my legs out is straightforward but with tied hands it is difficult. Master grips my arm and walks me to the front of the car, shoving me roughly over the bonnet. I can’t help my pussy getting wet at the thought of what my Master has planned for me and maybe people seeing me like this.
He stands behind me and pulls up my top, taking my bra up with it. Gripping my throat to pull me back against him I can feel his cock hard in his trousers as he’s pulling us together. Suddenly he is pushing me down onto the hot bonnet of the car, my nipples getting rock hard as the heat covers my chest. The feeling of my bare breasts being squeezed against the very hot metal only makes my pussy wetter.
While I’m concentrating on the sensation of the heat through my body I don’t notice my Master moving behind me, lifting my skirt. Suddenly I feel his big cock forcing its way into my cunt, filling me up and not stopping till he is balls deep inside me.
I start moaning and softly groaning in pleasure as finally I’m feeling my Masters cock fuck me, feeling his big cock in my tight pussy. I start to groan more loudly but he wants me to be quiet and shoves my used panties in my mouth. I feel he’s weight on my back and his breath against my ears as he demands, “No cumming till I tell you, no matter what. Understand?”
He stands back upright so that he can smack my bum a few times, each slap getting firmer and I soon feel his hand print forming. His thrusts are hard and fast and I understand that this is about him cumming and his pleasure, not mine. He places his hand on the back of my neck and I feel him squeeze it tightly as I push my pussy back against his cock wanting him even deeper if possible and wanting to give my Master all that he desires.
I can sense that he is close to cumming and he leans down on me putting his body weight on mine once again. His left hand squeezes my left breast and I feel his fingers gripping it hard, twisting my nipple.
Our juices are mixing inside my pussy and soon begin dribbling out of me and down over his balls. He pulls his cock out of me fast and grabs my arms to pull me round again. His hand grips my face hard and he pulls me towards his face so he can sneer in a very low and deeply pissed of voice “You came you little fuckslut and you even squirted didn’t you!”
I am unable to answer as my mouth is still full. As he takes the panties out my mouth and pushes me to my knees, I know my job is now to clean him up. I start with his balls, licking them and sucking them clean of my juices, then moving on to lick his shaft from bottom to top, covering every inch with my tongue and moaning as I do so.
Once my task is complete, he helps me up and unties me as it’s time to head into the airport. We check in for our flight and pass through security without a hitch. As we enter the departure lounge he hands me a pretty little box with a ribbon around it and a card is attached. He tells me to go to the restrooms and open the gift so I go into the first empty cubical and slowly open the box, pulling the ribbon gently and getting more and more excited.
Inside the box is a pair of new black silky panties and a little egg shaped object. I open the card and read the contents quickly to myself. “Shove this in your cunt and remember that I will know if you don’t have it inside you. Enjoy the panties as they might well be your last pair.”
I am still unsure about what this thing is but I push it into my tight pussy as I have been told. Thankfully I’m still soaked and now have some panties to cover me again. The egg feels strange, yet pleasant inside me and it makes my pussy feel tighter. I head out of the washroom and see my Master sitting waiting for me. Suddenly I find myself sinking slowly to the floor.
Inside my pussy the egg is buzzing intensely and the pleasure is quite different to anything I have experienced before. It is vibrating so much and I’m on my knees before it stops. I look up at my Master who is sitting in the waiting area, laughing and in his hand is a little black box with several buttons. A gentleman who is passing by stops to help me up and as I take his hand my Master presses a button and I feel the vibrations again but thankfully it must be on a low setting as I am able to stand, although somewhat shakily.
The gentleman is talking to me, asking if I am alright so I reassure him that I’m fine, albeit in a quiet voice. I thank him for his kindness and all the while my pussy is vibrating, mercifully softly. I manage to sort myself out, walk over to my Master and sit next to him. I’m breathing heavily and he’s still sitting there laughing. He shocks me by leaning over and giving me a loving kiss on my lips and I lean in for more but then he pulls away.
We check the departures board and he takes my hand, pulls me up and we head to the gate to board our plane. The five minute walk feels so much longer as Master keeps turning the egg on and off, shocking me, and causing my legs to tremble every few steps and my pussy to vibrate. My new panties are already soaked and I haven’t been wearing them for long.
My Master has surprised me as we are traveling first class. It’s a very long overnight flight to the Caribbean. Master tells me that we’re having a few days away and then flying home and if I’m a good sub he will have a surprise for me at the end of the week. I thank him excitedly and we kiss and settle down into our comfortable seats.
After hours on the aeroplane and lots of talking about rules and how we will live Master decides to lay the chairs back. The cabin lights go dimmer to let people sleep and so I lean over to him and whisper “Master may I come and lay with you?”
He responds by opening his blanket and moving over a little. The seats aren’t large, but they recline so Master makes me lay on top of him. I snuggle into him and rub my nose against his cheek. He pulls my face down on his neck and I cannot do anything but breathe on his skin. Moving my hips I can feel him hardening under me and then suddenly I feel that sensation again. My pussy is vibrating and it’s a strong vibration coursing through me, making me moan softly on my Master’s throat. My hips start to move against his hardening cock.
One of the cabin crew has seen what we are doing and she comes over and explains to us firmly that there is only one person to every seat. My Master apologises politely and then tells me to move back but he doesn’t stop the egg vibrating. I move as he instructs but with wobbly legs and as soon as I sit down, without warning, he turns the vibrations up higher. I let out a surprised moan and the attendant asks if I’m okay. Master answers for me telling her not to worry and that I’m just so excited about my holiday. I watch her walk away and can see that she has a knowing smile forming on her lips as she goes back to her duties. Turning to my Master I plead him with my eyes to turn the vibrations off. He simply looks at me and then closes his eyes and lays there, ready to sleep.
I squirm in my seat, my pussy is vibrating, my panties are soaked with my wetness and I badly need to cum. I can’t let my Master down again by cumming without his permission but I don’t think that I can hold off for much longer.
I lean over to my Master and whisper, “Please let me cum Master I beg you, please!”
He opens his eyes and looks at me with a very mean grin saying, “You can cum but only at the hands of that air stewardess!”
Then laying back and closing his eyes again he continues, “Now don’t disturb me again slut!”
As desperate times call for desperate measures, I get up from my seat and walk slowly and quietly between the rows of the sleeping passengers. My mind is working through the different ways I could make this happen. How can I ask her or trick her or beg her or come onto her? Which scenario do I pick? What would be easiest? What if she isn’t into girls? Finally, when I see her alone behind the curtain I have to make my decision. I decide that I have to be bold.
I walk over and stand next to her and as she turns to me to say something I put my lips on hers. This is either going to go very badly wrong or going work out perfectly and I fervently hope it is the latter.
Thankfully I feel her kissing me in response and then all of a sudden her hand is gripping my hair and pulling my head back. I feel scared, but I feel her lips on my neck, nibbling my ear. She is kissing my neck and then softly biting me. I can’t stop moaning because of her attentive and sexy touches and she whispers to me, telling me to be quiet or I will wake the passengers and disturb her resting colleagues. But I can’t stop, I’m so turned on and excited and I can’t help moaning as her hands cup my breasts.
She pulls my arm so we move further around into the galley and we are hidden more but I know that we could still so easily get caught. She pushes me to the bulkhead and I stand there staring at her while she’s lifting her skirt and then pushing her panties down. I can see they are black, skimpy and lacy and I wonder if they are part of her uniform too. My heart is beating fast, my pussy is soaking and my mouth is open and I’m breathing hard. She moves closer to me taking her panties in her hand then pushing them into my face for me to smell. I take in her pussy scent and then I get to taste her wet panties as she stuffs them into my mouth.
I moan as I taste her but the sound is muffled by the panties. Before I close my eyes in pleasure I catch sight of her name tag. Emily presses even closer to me.
She moves her sexy red lips to my ear and whispers, “Did your Master say you could orgasm?”. Confused, I look back at her and can do nothing but nod.
She cups my breasts and continues, “Don’t be worried or scared. Your Master told me you would be on this flight and needy. I’m your Masters first sub and I’m going to make sure you cum!”
Before her words can sink in, one of Emily’s hands has gripped mine above my head and the other is slipping into my soaked panties and circling my clit. My pussy starts to push back against her to get more of her fingers inside my aching cunt as I am so fucking horny I am desperate to climax.
I feel the pleasure start to rise inside me and I grind harder and faster as I feel Emily’s skilled fingers fucking me. Our eyes are locked together as my orgasm approaches, the one that has been building for hours. I see her mouth the word ‘cum’ and I do, almost falling to the floor and squirting a little over her hand.
As my orgasm subsides I stand, breathing hard with my eyes closed. Emily lets my arms go and cuddles me so I snuggle into her, just enjoying the afterglow. She lifts my chin and pulls her panties from my mouth and kisses me passionately. Then I notice that the vibrations have finally stopped so I pull back and look at her. From her pocket she pulls out the remote control for my egg and I can only assume that Master gave it to her earlier in the flight.
Emily opens the curtain and sends me on my way, giving me the egg and the remote to give back to Master and telling me keep her panties as I should also give them to Master as a gift from her
As I walk back to my Master, past the still sleeping passengers, I start to go over what has happened today. There are just so many questions going through my mind as I settle back comfortably in my seat and close my eyes.
The biggest question of all is what will happen when we land?
