When he stopped moving and gave one more sharp tug on my arm, I moved to a heel position, my eyes properly downcast. He came to stand in front of me and placed a box in my hand. “A little gift for you. You may open it once the plane takes off. Understand, Pet?” I nodded, pleased to note through my lashes that the corners of his mouth were turned up in pleasure.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Look up.” I smiled as I was allowed the reward of looking him full in the face. “You’re wearing your chastity belt?” I nodded. He didn’t really have to ask, but it was our ritual. “You’ve provided me with your full hotel contact information and your itinerary?” Another nod. “Very good.” From his pocket he pulled a small piece of candy and fed it to me as a reward. I smiled again. “Now put on your business face. Have a good trip.” He kissed me, using the opportunity to pinch my nipple hard enough to make my eyes water, and stepped back to let me go through security.
Our ritual was always the same. Because I love to work and he doesn’t, Master allowed me to keep my job after I was collared. I provide for his needs during the day by working, and am ready to serve him from the moment I return. When I have to go away on business, I have a very strict protocol to follow.
My chastity belt must be in place before I leave home, and the key must be in his possession. I must provide him with an itinerary in minute detail, including travel time. If I am not at a business function, I must be in my hotel room as soon as possible, where I can order food up. I love how he keeps his hold over me no matter where I am.
Despite leaving my Master for three days, I was in a wonderful mood as I stepped onto the plane to find my seat. The box was on my lap, and I toyed with it as I waited for the plane to finish boarding, eager to see what was hidden inside. As I fiddled and mused, staring out the window to watch them load the luggage, I felt a presence beside me and glanced over. I smiled when I saw a colleague, Robert.
“Hi, Robert, how are you?”
“Pretty good. I’m heading to a conference. You, too?”
I agreed and we chatted for a while until the plane began to taxi. Robert laid a blanket over his lap, leaned back and put on some headphones, and I laid my eager hands on the box to wait another few moments. At last we were in the air. To be safe, I waited until we leveled out before I opened the small box and pulled out a PDA. A note on the back said, Turn it on. M. I turned it on, but nothing happened. Since I hadn’t been told to do anything else with it, I set it in my lap and picked up a magazine to read.
We were fifteen minutes into the five-hour flight when the alarm on the PDA startled me. Robert, who looked like he had been sleeping, opened one eye and grinned at me. I grinned sheepishly and peeked at the screen. It had the alarm message displayed with a note below it: Set PDA to VIBRATE. Undo three buttons. M. My blouse was buttoned up to my chin, but three buttons brought it well down into my cleavage. I flushed as I followed the command, hoping that Robert wouldn’t notice.
It took fifteen minutes before I began to feel relaxed again. That feeling ended when a silent buzz against my leg had me looking at the PDA screen once more. Obviously Master had a game going, but he couldn’t have realized that a colleague would be my seatmate. I took a deep breath as I read: Find the note in the front pocket of your carry-on. M. The note was easy to find, folded twice in a straightforward, masculine way. Master’s handwriting was blocky on the page. Hello, Pet. Do you miss me, yet? Perhaps we should alleviate that. Close your eyes, my girl, spread your legs, and enjoy the feel of those soft thighs for me. You can even pretend I’m right there. M. It went on below that: P.S. You may need to lift your skirt some to get the full experience…
Shaking, I glanced over at Robert. His eyes were still shut. Master hadn’t said I had to be uncovered, so I shook out my blanket, spread my legs, and started to let my fingers drift. I had barely started when the PDA buzzed again. Remove whatever you’re covering up with. M. Tears started to sting my eyes at the fear of being caught by Robert. His eyes were closed, though, and he hadn’t stirred since the first alarm chimed. I pressed my eyes so tightly shut that it hurt, pushed the blanket to the floor, and let my fingers continue to trace my thighs. The pleasure was almost nullified by the fear, but the sheer danger of being caught lit my inner fires.
Breath shallow, I continued to stroke myself for ten minutes before the alarm buzzed against my leg again. I snatched at it, fearful, excited and unsure. Take a break. After the peanuts, check page forty-four of your book. M. Righting my clothing, I snatched the blanket back onto my lap as if to hide what had already been done. The timing was perfect; I had just become somewhat less flushed and warm when the stewardess came by and offered a snack and a drink. I declined the drink, and was almost giddy when I saw that our snacks were not peanuts, but pretzels. At least he didn’t know everything.
I enjoyed the salty snack then dove into my bag for the book I had brought. There was indeed a small piece of paper tucked between the pages. I’m sure you’re doing lovely, Pet. Good girl. It must be hard for you to be so embarrassed. Still, a good Master must be firm. If there is a man nearby, he must be rather firm as well, don’t you think? A good girl would offer a hand. M. My face must have been cherry red to the hairline as I glanced at Robert out of the corner of my eye. There was in fact a bulge appearing underneath his lap blanket, and his eyes, I noticed, were not fully closed. He had been watching me.
My heart was pounding. Master could not possibly have known that I would be sitting beside a colleague. This could ruin my career. On the other hand, Master was the one who had allowed me to have a career in the first place. When I agreed to be his slave and wear his collar, I promised obedience in all things. Was my career more important than that promise? My hand found the band of silver tight around my neck, and I turned to look full on at Robert.
“Oh, Robert, I’m so sorry. I thought that you were asleep.” I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “It looks like I’ve caused you some, uh, discomfort. Can I, um, can I give you a hand with that?” I could barely breathe. Robert’s eyes widened, then he reached to put the armrest in between us up and out of the way.
“Go ahead.”
I reached across the seat, having to lean a little over his lap to get a good grip on his cock. To my surprise, it was already free of his slacks, pushing proudly up to form the bulge that I had seen. His cock was warm in my hand, and pleasantly thick. I immediately started in with the tricks that I knew made Master come the fastest, but Robert bent forward slightly to whisper in my ear, “Nice and slow, baby.” He shifted to lean back a little in his seat, smiling as he held a magazine in one hand to cover what was going on in his lap. His precome dripped freely, and the sticky semen coated my fingertips.
My PDA buzzed, and I glanced behind me, unsure if I should check it out before I was done. “Go ahead, get it,” Robert said, and I obeyed.
Page sixty-two, Pet. M. I opened my book again, and sure enough, another small piece of paper was tucked inside. If your seatmate is done, you may cease. Otherwise, perhaps you should take him to the bathroom and offer him that sweet mouth of yours. And if that is the case, perhaps you need to brush up on these skills? You will obey his wishes. M.
I put the piece of paper down, and Robert raised his eyebrows in question. “Just a reminder,” I said. “Um, you’re still…I mean…uh, maybe you’d rather me use some other skills?” I licked my lips, and understanding dawned on his face. He quickly arranged things under the blanket, then stood up to walk to the bathroom. I followed.
We squeezed into the tiny stall when no one was looking, and Robert leaned back, sitting on the lid of the little toilet and baring his cock for me again. I licked my lips as I knelt in front of him, looking up at him from between his knees. “Go on, then, do it,” he said, and I leaned forward to swallow his cock.
He smelled like soap as I took his entire length in my mouth, allowing his cock to slide down my throat as I had practiced, burying my nose in his pubic hair. He remained quiet, only panting
above me as I swallowed twice then began to bob up and down his shaft. My tongue worked the length of his cock, dancing and teasing as it had been trained to do. Blow jobs are an art form, Master always said, and I had been taught to be a master of that art. Despite my earlier attentions, Robert managed to hold out as I fucked him with my tongue, lips and throat.
His hand was on the back of my head as I rode him with my face. “Do you know what I’ve wanted to do since we met?” I indicated that I didn’t. “This.” His gentle hand turned into a rough fist tangling in my hair. He stood up, forcing me to bend back at an odd angle in the confined space. I couldn’t move at all as he drove himself hard into my throat. I relaxed, fighting the urge to resist, which would make me gag. He slowed, teasing himself with long, slow strokes before ramming into my throat again. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I licked and sucked to add to his pleasure.
As suddenly as it had all started, Robert pulled away and dragged me to my feet by my hair. “You’re just no good at that, are you?” he asked, and tears of anger and shame burned their way down my cheeks as I averted my eyes. He placed a hand down low on my leg, almost at my knee. “Your mascara’s running, babe. I like that look.” His hand traveled slowly up my leg, reaching my slick juices only halfway up. “Seems like you like it too, huh?” I bit my lip in silence, wondering why my Master would command this. Then again, how could he have predicted it? I knew that with my chastity belt, at least that part of me was safe.
His eyes went wide as he reached the metal that protected my dripping, throbbing cunt. “Poor girl, all horny and locked away. Take it off.”
“I can’t,” I said. “I don’t have a key.” He slapped me with his right hand, and as my head swung to the side, I saw the key that he was holding in his left.
“I said to take it off.”
Oh, god, Master knew. Robert was in on it. Oh, god! The belt was clinking into the sink almost before I knew I had reached for the key, and my eyes stared up hungrily at Robert. This was what Master wanted, and I was more than ready to oblige. My cunt was hungry for him as I reached for his cock.
He surprised me when he grabbed me, spinning me around and pushing me forward just slowly enough that I could catch myself on the door without making noise. My skirt flew up over my hips, and I bit down to keep from crying out as he penetrated me.
He thrust deep, pounding into me. “Touch yourself,” he whispered, and I reached forward to oblige, his thick cock and my own fingers flying over my clit driving me toward orgasm like a train on a track. I came hard and fast, clenching around him and driving him over the edge with me.
Robert came with a groan that was muffled by the skin of my back as he bit down, hard. We both took a moment, panting, then he pulled out, wiped himself off, and pulled his slacks up again. He held my arms as he helped me switch places with him, then took a long look up and down my body. “You look like a damn slut. Clean yourself up.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, locking the door behind him as he returned to his seat. I looked in the mirror. I did look like a slut, and a very satisfied one at that. My fingers were still shaky as I pulled my belt back into place. Robert had taken the key back. I scrubbed my face, straightened my clothes, and then went back to sit beside Robert. My PDA was flashing.
I looked at the message on the screen. Page three hundred. Good girl. M. The last note was in the same strong handwriting. You may discuss today with Robert if you wish. I trust that you were a good girl and that you served him well. Your room will be shared. Tell him that I trust he will enjoy my hospitality for the duration of the conference trip. M. I showed the note to Robert, and his smile—no less than feral—was enough to start my fires burning all over again.
LAP IT UP
Kay Jaybee
That’s my last one.” Louise stroked the puppy softly on the top of his chocolate-brown head, placed the dish of food beneath his eager mouth, bolted the recovery cage door and walked toward her colleague.
Jo was scribbling notes onto a medical chart that hung from a similar cage, “Yep, I’m done too.” Giving her canine patient a final check, she accompanied Louise to the far corner of the veterinary clinic’s hospital wing.
Ascending a short flight of stairs leading to the converted attic that served as the sleeping quarters for the animal-care nurses on night duty, both women squeezed past open boxes of pet food and equipment, semi-open packets of cleaning equipment, medical gloves and operating robes.
“I’m exhausted,” Louise said, collapsing against one of the single camp beds and kicking off her shoes as she glanced at her watch. “It’s almost midnight already.”
Jo perched on the edge of the neighboring bed, grinning suggestively. “Are you really too tired?”
Lifting herself up onto her elbows, a faint smile hovered at the corner of Louise’s lips. “You’re unstoppable! Where do you get your energy from?”
“Well, seeing you in that outfit helps.”
“But it’s the same as yours!” Louise stared down at her veterinary nurse uniform, a bottle-green tunic that strained a little over her substantial chest, and practical, rather unflattering, black trousers, “How can you possibly find it a turn-on?”
“For one thing, you’re wearing it.” Jo got up and sat behind Louise, wrapping her arms around her lover’s waist. “And for another thing, I know exactly how fantastic you look beneath it.”
Shifting herself so she was leaning against her companion, feeling the heat of Jo’s body radiating through her back, Louise replied, “You’re not so bad yourself, honey.” Twisting her neck around, she kissed Jo gently on her lipstick-free mouth.
Responding with increasing pressure, Jo tugged Louise’s tunic open and ran a palm over the white cotton bra beneath, enjoying the pressure of a taut nipple as it pushed against the material restraint.
Louise, trapped under Jo, tried to lean forward to reciprocate the move, but found her hand slapped away. “Oh no, sweetie,” Jo murmured into Louise’s ear, “I have other plans for you tonight.” Sitting up, her legs straddled over Louise’s waist, Jo grasped her lover’s wrists. “Fancy trying something different?”
“Such as?” Louise peered up at Jo through her fringe of blonde hair, her curiosity as intense as her arousal.
“I’ve had this fantasy going around my head for a while. Will you play with me?”
Louise looked wary for a second. Jo’s fantasies generally headed toward some level of domination. The question was, how dominant?
Trailing a single finger around the edge of Louise’s bra, Jo teased the soft pale skin that poked tantalizingly out of its low-cut cups. Flutters of erotic tension began to ignite the nerves in Louise’s tits, flooding sparks of lust through her curvaceous body, making it all too easy to give in to any demand Jo might make of her. “How could I possibly refuse?”
Smiling briefly at her success, Jo’s expression quickly became stern as she gripped Louise’s wrists tighter and dragged her up so they sat only inches from each other, face-to-face. Her voice took on a commanding, no-nonsense tone. “I happen to know that your favorite sensation in the whole wide world is to feel a tongue between your legs.”
Louise grinned. “Can’t argue with that.”
“If you do what I say, that will be your reward. But you have to do everything that I say. You will not speak, for bitches like you do not speak. In fact, bitches like you, with your long golden coat and your panting hungry mouth, can’t speak.”
Realization dawning as to the nature of Jo’s latest game, Louise nodded, her body tensing at the idea of the pleasure to come. A pleasure that would only be reached, she suspected, after a certain level of discomfort.
Jo, confident that Louise would not move unless instructed otherwise, stood up. “Off the bed. Dogs have no place on the furniture.”
Louise leapt down instantly. Unsure whether to stand or fall onto all fours, she adopted middle ground, bowing at her mock-mistress’s feet.
The glare on Jo’s face told he
r she’d chosen wrong, and Louise hastily repositioned herself onto her knees and elbows, her head hanging down like a puppy that knows it’s done wrong, but doesn’t really understand why.
“Stay!” Jo directed the order at Louise before walking away and rummaging through the boxes of stock that cluttered the other end of the room.
The drumming of Louise’s heart began to thud in her ears as well as her breast. All manner of things were hidden amongst the mess of animal-care supplies, and she couldn’t stop her imagination from skipping ahead to some of the items Jo might find, and what use she might put them to.
Her tunic flapped open as she waited, and her trousers, which were a snug fit at the best of times, started to dig into her. Louise could feel the dampness that had started to leak from her pussy smear against her knickers as she waited for something to happen.
Jo returned, dropping her unseen prize on the bed. It was clear from the look on her face that she was pleased with whatever she’d found. Louise’s muscles tensed further in anticipation of the pain she was sure was about to come.
She was taken by surprise, however, when Jo knelt next to her and began to gently ruffle her long golden locks, untying them from her topknot ponytail, letting it hang down her head and neck. As if pampering a treasured pet, Jo smoothed and stroked Louise, moving from her sleek golden hair to her back and beyond, paying particular attention to the rounded curves of her ass through the stretched fabric of her trousers.
Finding it difficult to remain still, Louise shuffled slightly toward Jo’s crouched frame. The effect of her infraction was immediate. Her mistress moved away, standing so she towered above Louise, an expression of disapproval etched upon her pale features, her brown hair framing her cross face. “I believe you were told not to move!”
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