Laura then added to my suspicions of naughty innuendo when she said, “Yes, my pet will be more than willing to repay you.”
“I can’t wait,” Angela said, leading us to two seats in the front.
“Wow!” Was all I could muster as I stared at the big comfy chairs and leg room, already forgetting Laura’s ominous promise.
“Well, enjoy,” Angela smiled, “I need to deal with the rest of the passengers.”
“See you soon,” Laura smiled, as she offered me the window seat to the right of the aisle, “Go ahead, my pet.”
“You sure, Mistress?” I questioned, thoroughly enjoying the sexual tension, playful banter and submissive hierarchy.
“Yes, my pet, I need you to be my right hand gal,” she said.
That had me curious, but like in the many online stories I’d read, I didn’t question the Mistress.
Once seated, Laura sat beside me as other passengers began walking past us.
Everyone, without exception, checking me out.
And getting past the reality I looked like a cheap Supergirl skank, I began to enjoy it, smiling at the men and women and winking at the college boys.
Once everyone was seated, and another stewardess was making the generic safety announcements that no one ever listened to (I always wonder if anyone would actually know what to do if there was a crisis), Laura whispered, “Ready for take-off?”
She knew I hated take-off, and I nodded, “As good as I can be.”
“I have something to keep you distracted,” she said, reaching into her purse.
“Drugs?” I joked.
“Better,” she smiled, before I watched her move her hand beneath my skirt and order, “Open up.”
I was shocked, as I obeyed, and she asked, moving my knickers aside and sliding something inside my wet cunny, “When did you get panties?”
“When I went to the bathroom,” I moaned, as something round was now inside me.
“Very well, you will be punished for that disobedience,” she said, moving her hand away and putting her fingers, wet with my pussy juice, in my open mouth.
“Sorry,” I apologized, thinking how strange it was I was apologizing for wearing panties. I had tasted my pussy on my own fingers many times, but somehow it tasted better and sexier when it was on Laura’s.
“Take them off,” she ordered.
“Really?” I asked, Angela sitting down near the cockpit door as we got ready for take-off.
“Now!” she almost shouted. It was low volume, but her intensity was startling.
I felt compelled to obey, especially since I was the one who hadn’t obeyed in the first place, I lifted my ass up, making the thing inside me move around, as I awkwardly pulled my new panties off.
Once they were off, Laura ordered, “Give them to me.”
As I grabbed them, I realized how wet they were. I handed them to her, hoping she wouldn’t notice, although it would be impossible not to.
“Holy shit, these are soaked,” Laura said, loud enough for Angela to hear. “And you only had these on for an hour?”
“I guess,” I answered, realizing how pathetic I seemed to be, becoming that soaked by this treatment.
“You like being my pet, don’t you?” she asked.
Deciding to stop hiding behind any false facade of dignity, I admitted, “Yes, Mistress Laura.”
“So you will obey my every order this weekend without hesitation?” she asked, as the plane gradually started to move.
“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed without hesitation, deciding it was enthralling to just give myself to her for the weekend… wetness leaking out of me.
No thinking.
No worrying about my decisions.
Just obeying.
Living with the philosophy that ‘what happens in Amsterdam, stays in Amsterdam’, I let loose of any invisible chains holding me back.
“Good,” she smiled, taking my hand in her right one and picking something up out of her lap with the other.
“Oh God!” I moaned loudly, as I discovered that what was now in her hand was a remote control, and what was inside me was a vibrating egg… one I recalled her buying a few months ago… at a sex toy party we were at where she was joking to me that she could use it to get off at work during her prep time.
“See, I found the perfect thing to keep you distracted,” she said, squeezing my hand, as the vibration sent pleasure through me.
I closed my eyes like I always do when take-off is about to happen… although instead of praying to God to keep me alive, I prayed I wasn’t going to scream in orgasmic euphoria as the wild day and the vibrations had me close to coming in seconds.
Then just as I was close… the vibrating stopped. Laura whispered, “Here is your punishment for disobeying.”
“Please, let me come,” I begged, so close that desperation was my only emotion, just as the plane began picking up speed.
“Only good obedient sluts get to come,” Laura said, again loud enough for Angela to hear.
I couldn’t believe she’d just called me a slut, but I responded like one, not caring that Angela was listening avidly to every word, “Yes, Mistress Laura, I’ll be a good slut.”
The vibrations resumed and I moaned, as I closed my eyes again, “Thank you, Mistress.”
“Don’t open your eyes until you’ve come twice,” she ordered, and the vibrations got more intense just as the plane took off.
“Fuck!” I moaned, biting my lip to not scream and alert the entire plane I was having a first class orgasm.
Laura chuckled, “You just took off.”
I smiled at the double meaning, but kept my eyes shut and just focused on enjoying the orgasm that was ripping through me at turbo speed… not at all worried about dying in a massive burst of flames… the flames consuming me at the moment being very welcome ones.
“Keep coming, my eager submissive slut,” Laura ordered, her right hand going to my leg.
Her hand felt so warm, so good, as my first orgasm continued its lengthy, all nerve hitting euphoria.
I just sat there, allowing the egg inside me to do all the work, as the buzzing kept the pleasure going. As my first orgasm finally died away, a second was rising.
“You’re going to do whatever I tell you, right my little slut?” Laura asked, her hand moving up my thigh at a snail’s pace with intriguing intent.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I answered.
The first yes because the pleasure was making it impossible to think straight.
The second yes because the idea of being a submissive slut who just obeys without hesitation is my greatest fantasy.
The third yes because the thought of being Laura’s pet was the cherry on the cake of submission.
“What if I made you fuck yourself right here with the coke bottle in your bag?” she asked.
The idea of something pumping in and out of my burning inferno was intense and I responded, “I’d do it, Mistress.
“What if I wanted to shove a butt plug up that arse of yours?” she continued, her hand now under my sorry excuse for a skirt.
Recalling this line in a few stories I’d read on Literotica, I responded with a moan, loving having my arse filled, “All three of my holes are for you to do whatever you want.”
“What if I make you eat out Angela over there?” she pushed the envelope, her fingers touching my pussy lips, making me moan loudly.
So horny, so curious, so obedient, I agreed, the idea of finally eating pussy and fulfilling that fantasy a sudden possibility, however small, “I would eat her if you gave the order and she was willing.”
And as she rubbed my clit, my second orgasm in as many minutes growing rapidly at the triple pleasure: the egg inside, the fingers on my clit and the naughty verbal mind games.
Then the climactic question. Her fingers now tugging on my clit, she asked, “And if I ordered you to munch on my own snatch?”