We waited in line for twenty minutes to get through security… feeling uncomfortable the entire time. Because we were surrounded by other passengers, Laura was tame, talking about the girls arriving tomorrow, report cards, and how our principal was a sexist asshole.
When I got to the security stop, I took off my heels carefully, so as not to flash anyone behind me, before walking through the security thing… knowing I was likely being stared at both by horny men and disgusted women (and hopefully some horny women).
It didn’t beep, of course, since I was pretty much naked.
But, of course, I had a woman do the ‘random testing’ hand bar beep thing, her face clearly judging me negatively. I explained, “Sorry, hen task.”
Her hard glare faded as she laughed, “Well, that makes more sense.”
“Trust me, not my choice,” I clarified.
She laughed, her demeanour changing completely, “Oh, to be young again.”
I laughed and went to grab my travel bag… and waited for Laura.
She walked to me a couple of minutes later, and said, “That was disappointing.”
“What?”
“I expected you to be strip searched,” she smiled.
“I’m already stripped naked,” I countered.
“Trust me,” she smirked, “you’re not what anybody would call naked… yet.”
She then started walking, leaving me wondering what that meant. We were in a public airport, about to board a public airline.
I followed, almost feeling like her submissive.
She stopped at a washroom and said, “I need to tinkle. Watch my bag.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I responded, playing up the sub-domme relationship today was creating.
“I really do enjoy being referred to as ‘Mistress’,” she said, before leaving me there. Alone, I perused the stores hoping to slyly buy myself a pair of panties… feeling really uncomfortable about being commando with such a short skirt. I saw a couple of knickers I liked and decided I would try to sneakily buy a pair when the chance presented itself.
When she returned, she took her bag and asked, looking at her watch, “Hungry?”
“Starving,” I nodded, missing my usual after school snack.
“I bet you are,” she purred, her tone not even remotely hiding her sexual intent.
So we went and ate at a pub. We ordered food and I excused myself to the washroom, where instead I headed back to the store and bought a pair of lace black panties. I went to the bathroom and put them on, proud of my secret disobedience.
I returned and she asked, “Get lost?”
I shrugged, “If you must know, I had to go number one and two.”
She laughed, “As your weekend Mistress, I need to know everything.”
“You’re really enjoying this?” I asked.
“You have no idea,” she smiled, before adding, “having my own submissive pet for the weekend can be very rewarding.”
I thought of some stories I’d read where a submissive was ordered to do some pretty wild things… and wondered how I would react if actually ordered to do something weird… so far I had obeyed (never mind my secret disobedience with the knickers I was now wearing). I shrugged, challenging her, allowing the conversation to continue, “I’m not sure you could handle me.”
“Oh really?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow, not used to being challenged, but not threatened by it either.
“Yeah,” I continued, not even sure where I was going with this, “when I get going, I’m insatiable.”
“Is that a fact?” she asked.
“That’s why George loves me so much,” I retorted confidently.
“Well, I’ll accept that challenge,” she smiled, before we finished eating… my cunny on fire.
We ate, had a couple of stiff drinks each, as I joked I’d rather have something else stiff instead. She responded contentedly, “Good to know.”
I paid for our meals, and we headed down a concourse to get ready for the flight: go pee one more time, grab a bottle of water (I was already tipsy), and a couple of snacks (the six pretzels one gets from the airline these days not enough, and actually an insult).
I got lots of looks: from teens and men which I enjoyed, and from women that I didn’t. A mixture of drools from men and disapproval from women.
We got to the check in gate just as our names were called… which was odd as boarding had not yet started.
Laura joked, “Maybe the stewardess did get us first class seats.”
“I wish,” I said, never having had the privilege of first class seats… not on a teacher’s pay, that’s for sure.
We went to the woman behind the counter who smiled, “Hen, right?”
“Yeah, I don’t usually dress so conservatively,” I joked, nice to have a woman not glaring at me with disgust.
“Well, I’ve got great news,” she continued, after laughing.
“We get to fly the plane?” I again responded sarcastically… being tipsy only adding to my wit.
“Well, not that good of news,” she said. “But we have upgraded the two of you to first class, and you’re the only two in that section.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised and excited.
“Yes, Angela made it happen,” she said.
Laura finally spoke, her tone strangely ominous, “Well, Natalie and I will definitely have to thank her personally.”
“Definitely,” I agreed, oblivious to Laura’s wicked intent.
She checked our passports, and she let us board the plane… first!!!
Laura took my hand, as if we were a couple, and said, “Now the fun really begins.”
“Your tone scares me,” I giggled slightly.
“Oh it shouldn’t scare you,” she said, giving my hand a squeeze. And it should have scared me, how natural it felt to have her hand in mine. She added, “It should make you feel alive.”
Before I could respond, we were at the airplane and being greeted by Angela.
“Welcome, ladies,” she greeted warmly.
“Thank you so much,” I gushed. “I don’t know how I can ever thank you.”
“Oh, I imagine we can find a few ways,” she smiled. If it hadn’t been for Laura’s earlier tone I likely wouldn’t have thought about it… yet, her tone seemed to be similarly ominous… just like Laura’s. She also smiled secretively and gave Laura a significant look.
Laura added, “Yes, it was very gracious of you.”
“No problem,” Angela smiled warmly, grasping Laura’s upper arm familiarly.