Her 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-murderer 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.

When she heard him go to the night stand again, she pretty much knew what
was coming and when she felt His hand touch her between her thighs she
gasped. Once again she inhaled sharply when she felt metal and let it out
slowly when the clamp was attached to her left pussy lip. Throwing her head
back she endured the unyielding pressure and exhaled. The experience doubled
instantly when the other clip was applied. She had no complaint though, for
she had specifically mentioned this to Him in one of her emails.

While she laid there in agony He once again removed something from his
suitcase.

“Time for some more fun slave.” He said as he reinserted the panty gag.

“Yes Sir,” she muffled.

Since she couldn’t see, she could only guess where he’d strike first. She
could hear the whistle as it descended rapidly and all ten lashes landed on
her abdomen. It is a good thing he had gagged her, for her response was
animated and boisterous. The next one landed on her right thigh which
proceeded another muted yelp. That was followed in quick succession by swats
to her left breast. tummy again, right breast, left thigh, and so on. All
over the front of her body he rained thwap after thwap.

This coupled with the continuous pain in her vulva had her senses all in an
uproar. Yet, a strange sensation came over her. This is exactly the fantasy
she’d been having about this Man. She wanted Him to spank her,  whip her and
clamp her nipples and pussy lips. So when she felt the lashes on the insides
of her thighs, she was hoping he’d keep going. He was getting closer and
closer to her juncture. She wanted to plead with him.

He didn’t let her down. He began slowly flicking the tails softly against
her open womanhood. “Yes!” She hollered inwardly. Then faster and faster the
tails swiped continuously as he windmilled the strands over and over. At
this very moment, everything else was secondary compared to what was
happening. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this. It was
like an inner self had suddenly awakened from a life-long slumber.

Imagine this, here’s a big-time executive and CEO of her own company getting
her pussy whipped by someone she’d met over the Internet six months ago.
Could she even fathom her own husband doing this? Is the pope Jewish?

She thought she was going to cum and she surely would have if He hadn’t
stopped. “You haven’t earned that right yet slave,” he cruelly declared as
he removed the clamps and released her from her bondage.

She wanted to scream at him, “Please fuck me!”, but instead he forced her
once again to her knees and led her by the leash over to the chair again.
This time, however, He removed His pants and underwear and sat. This time
when He forced her face onto His crotch it was His bobbing manhood she felt
on her face.

“Suck it, slave!” He commanded as He once again grasped a lock of her hair
compelling her mouth onto His raging hard-on. She didn’t need to be told
what to do.

“Ahhyesss!” He exclaimed as she licked around the head. Down His shaft to
His balls she licked Him. Then she slowly inched His long, thick manhood
into her succulent mouth until the head touched the back of her throat.
Then, up and down, up and down she sucked Him until the Man was in heavenly
bliss.

He didn’t want to cum in her mouth though. Energized by her talented mouth,
He unhooked her wrists from behind her back, lifted her in the air with both
hands and threw her bodily down onto the bed, leaped on top of her and
ripped off the blindfold. She smiled wide as He rammed His rock hard cock
deep into her saturated snatch. The overpowering orgasm that followed was
the culmination of the most satisfying afternoon she had ever experienced
and made the thousand mile trip worth it.

They laid in each others’ arms for a long time, not wanting to spoil the
magnificent afterglow. She told Him that He had indeed fulfilled her
fantasy.

Now if she could only get her husband to comply with her need. On the way
back on the plane she thought that if her hubby didn’t satisfy her, it would
indeed be his loss.