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Submission in the Sky
by Master's Pet (address withheld)
***
Will she do as he instructs to prove her love and
obedience to him? (Mdom/F, exh, voy, reluc, mast, mc)
***
As we step onto the small, 20 seat, business express
airplane, I feel your hand on the small of my back, as
if gently guiding me. I continue to my seat ahead
of you. I am really not thinking about anything other
than the trip in general, but you change my thoughts
very quickly. I start to move in toward the window, but
you have another idea in mind. You motion for me to
wait, and you move into the window seat. A bit
confused, but as always, I don't question your
decision.
I sit down and get myself settled, adjusting my skirt,
and buckling my seat
belt. You pull out your seminar paperwork, and I start
to leaf though a magazine. I hate these small planes, I
thought to myself.
I would rather ride on a huge jet than one of these
"puddle jumpers." You sense my nervousness, and you
gently take hold of my hand. I look at you and you give
me your reassuring smile to let me know that I am safe.
I am always safe with you, I thought, although, I like
to walk on the edge of danger and your anger. You know
that about me, and that's one of the reasons we are
together.
You lean over and whisper in my ear, "Pet, have you
notice the similarity in the people on this plane?" I
stop looking at my magazine, and I look up to see what
you are referring to. I see about fifteen businessmen,
and the flight attendant, who, also, happens to be a
man. I thought how that was unusual. But, I obviously
wasn't thinking along your lines.
I answer, "they are all business men?" "Yes, Pet. They
are all men." Now, I get a gut feeling I now know where
you are going with your comment, but I try to act like
I don't care, and I pick my magazine back up. A moment
or two goes by, and again, you lean over and whisper,
"Pet, you look very tasty. I am not the only who
notices that. Do you feel the eyes on you?"
I hadn't noticed, but now I was feeling extremely self-
conscious. I slowly and gently tugged my skirt a little
straighter. This caused the buttons that ran up the
front of my knee length skirt, to pull a little. "What
are you doing, Pet?" "Just straightening my skirt, M."
(You felt that it would be best for me to call you "M"
in public, because of the confusion and anger "Master"
could cause some people.
Although, you felt "Pet" was less of a problem, so you
continue to call me that.) "You did notice the eyes on
you, didn't you? Has that made you uncomfortable?" As
you say this you never look at me, or at anyone else.
You just keep looking at you paperwork. I try to ignore
your comments, but you insist I answer you. "Are you
uncomfortable, Pet?"
"A little," I answer with resistance.
"No, Pet, you like it." You whisper, "you can feel the
eyes on your face, on your neck, on your breasts, on
your legs. You know they are wondering what it would be
like to have you, and you love that. You love knowing
you are controlling their thoughts."
I nervously raise my eyes up to see if anyone was
looking at me, and yes, there was the man sitting in
the seat across the aisle from me. He was looking at my
legs, trying to keep his eyes casual, and looks away
slowly.
There was the gentleman a couple of seats up, turned in
his seat to chat about some business dealing with
another man. He was defiantly looking at me, but trying
to act like he wasn't, moving his eyes from me to his
friend. Ok, I thought, so there are a couple of men. I
grinned a little. You noticed that grin. "Pet?" you ask
abruptly, "could you please put this in the overhead
for me?"
You hand me your black wool overcoat.
I know damn well what you are doing. I give you my
annoyed, one eyebrow raised, look. The look you give me
said all I needed to "hear." I stood up right away.
Taking your coat, I raise my arm up to open the door of
the overhead compartment. I can feel the heat rising in
my cheeks; I can feel the eyes of strange men looking
at me.
I try so hard not to notice, and to move as casually as
I can, wanting so bad to sit down. Just as I am about
to sit down again, I hear "Love? Please hand me a
pillow." I give you a quick look, but I know better
than to look annoyed this time. You just grin at me. I,
again, open the overhead. Considering my height, I see
that the pillow is a little out of my reach, and I have
to stand on my tip toes, and really reach, which pulls
my knit shirt out of the waist of my skirt.
I hand you the pillow, and I quickly sit down, not even
trying to take the time to fix my shirt. Although, once
I am seated, and I take a deep breath, I start to
attempt to straighten myself out. "Stop" you say. "Just
relax, don't change a thing, just relax." I do, but I
really want to fix myself.
The flight attendant, who has introduced himself as
Brad, just had finished his speech about the airline
safety instructions, and was now sitting in the jump-
seat facing the passengers. Brad, is a very handsome,
muscular man. I think he is Italian, at least he looks
like it. He must be about 25 years old.
While I am looking at him, I realize he is looking at
me, and I feel flushed. I try to look at my magazine
again. We are now beginning to fly, and you gently take
my hand. "I see you like Brad, I think he wants you,
all the men do. But you are mine, you know that don't
you?" I nodded an obedient yes. "You are my whore, and
you do as I tell you, don't you, my Pet?"
I again nod, and I know something is going to happen
soon. My clit is starting to swell, and I am feeling
the juices start to run. It is purely a physical
reaction. I have no way to control it.
"Pet, is your clit swelling yet?"
I slowly nod.
"Good, and I know you are getting very wet, too. I can
see your nipples through your top. Your breasts are so
beautiful. I would love to put my lips on them right
now, but this isn't the time or the place."
I start to squirm a little in my seat, and of course,
you notice that. You never look up from your papers the
whole time you are talking to me. What are you up to?
"Pet, I think you need to take control of this
situation." "Excuse me?" I say with a little giggle in
my voice.
"You need to take control of these horny men, Pet.
Don't worry, I will guide you." Don't worry! Don't
worry! THAT'S exactly what I am doing! "Just do as I
say, and relax, let yourself go." I swallow hard and
try to relax.
"Put your magazine down. Now, think about your nipples.
They are hard, and are aching to be touched…you need to
touch them." I glare at you hard! "What are you doing,
Pet? Defying me? Do it, now." You say sternly. "Touch
your nipples."
I reach up slowly, and slightly graze my nipples with
my hand. "No, Pet, unbutton your shirt, put your hands
into your bra, and take hold of your nipples. I want
you to play with them. Twist and pinch your nipples,
Pet. Make them harder, make them ache for a man's
mouth. Close your eyes, if you must, and relax."
Reluctantly, I do as I am told. I notice a subtle
difference in the noise level of the airplane cabin…it
definitely got quieter. I try to not pay attention to
that, and only pay attention to what you are telling me
to do, and to the feelings in my body. "Your pussy must
be so wet now, love.
I think you need to check it. Unbutton your skirt,
starting from the bottom button. Do it slowly, Pet,
spreading your legs as your skirt opens." I do as I am
told.
"Good girl, my Pet. Now, there are several men looking
your way. Can you feel it, Pet?" With my eyes looking
down at my legs, I nod submissively. "That's it, Pet,
spread your legs so Brad and the others can see what a
whore you are. I want you to make love to yourself. I
want you to masturbate and cum for me. DO it now." At
this point I cannot stop myself, I am so hot!
My hands slide up my legs, past my thigh highs, and to
my crotch, which is soaked with my juice. My clit is so
hard and swollen I can feel it through my panties. I
rub it in circles for a moment, enough to make me want
more. I slide the side of my panty over, and slip my
fingers in to my warm, wet pussy lips. I slowly insert
one finger into my hole as I press my clit with another
finger.
Ohhhhhhhh. My nipples are on fire, and I so wish you
would put your lips on them. I let my free hand slip
back into my bra, and more vigorously play with my
nipple. I am so hot, and I am getting close to cumming.
I know I am being seen, and this is making me even
hotter. I open my eyes and focus just enough to see
that Brad is engulfed in the show I am giving him, and
the gentleman sitting across the isle from me is
rubbing his dick through his trousers.
You are just sitting there doing paperwork! The control
you have is amazing! But I know that once we are alone,
you will exert your control over me! That thought
almost sends me over the edge! My fingers are rubbing
fast and hard over my clit, and my nipple is so sore
from being pinched, my breathing is almost out of
control, and the cabin is totally silent!
I am ready! I start to cum hard, and I can't control
the sounds that come from my mouth! I scream out in
sheer ecstasy as my pussy contracts against my fingers!
Relaxing back into my seat, taking my hand that is
soaked with my juice, you put my fingers in your mouth
and slide them back out again, cleaning them off for
me. I put myself back together, and now I don't care
what the other men think or feel. All that matters to
me is making you happy. You end this session with a
gentle kiss to the back of my hand, and a wink of your
eye. "Very good, my Pet. Very, very good!" I have
pleased you, and I know I will be rewarded! Or, maybe
punished for resisting at first. I hope so.
(Next Chapter is titled "The Test," also by Master's
Pet)
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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