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(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) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 31