****FLIGHT OF PLEASURE WITH MY MASTER******
THE SUBMISSIVE MIND........
I have traveled this road many times but never like this.
Today this road has a different meaning as it is the road
to an unknown pleasure. It is a journey to my fire of desire.
As I pull my car into the long term parking space and gather
my belongings, I feel my heart pounding. I can hear each
beat. I am dripping with wetness, my juices flowing uncontrollably.
I have been instructed to wear no panties. I am very self
conscious of this, and only hope it is not noticeable to
others. I am wearing a short black skirt, my bare legs are
tanned. It is a very humid and hot Florida afternoon. I feel
my ankles sweating under the black leather ankle strap
shoes that I had been instructed to wear. As I board the train
that will take me to my gate I am concerned that other passengers
may notice the glistening moistness on the inner side of
my thighs. I hide behind my sunglasses. As I walk to my gate,
I can hear the actual sounds of my wetness, I nervously giggle
to myself at how unbelievable this has become. The anticipation
has my mind in a sexual fury. I am nervous, I do have a little
fear, fear of the unknown. I cannot think of anything else
except what he has planned for me. I am headed to an unknown
final destination. I then see him, his tall strong presence
standing near the entrance to our gate. Although I see him
and he acknowledges me with a look from his piercing green
eyes, I am forbidden to do the same. I am to act as though he
is not present. I am to wait for boarding as I know once on
the plane, he will sit next to me, at least I think so, I am
really not sure. I am breathing heavily, my legs tightly
crossed, I feel his eyes upon me. I become overwhelmed with
anticipation. It takes all the emotional strength that
I have to remain composed. I dare not look in his direction.
I pull a book from my purse and begin reading it, not comprehending
even one word. I am only thinking how to keep myself together
as I continue to shake and quiver inside. Minutes seem like
hours, for time has escaped me, I cannot glance at the clock
because he is standing directly underneath it.Finally,
yes, first class passengers are being called to board.
I am trembling inside. I lift myself ever so slowly from
the chair, as I am, quite frankly stuck to it from the immense
wetness that has been flowing out of me. I can hear and feel
the upper portion of my thighs peeling from the seat. Where
are you? I think to myself, I do not look for him, I continue
walking towards the gate, I show my ID and boarding pass,
and begin walking what seemed like miles until I reach the
door of the aircraft, the door to my unknown flight to pleasure.
Once inside I am directed to the large black leather seat;
window. I am asked would I care for a drink? Normally I would
say no, as I do not usually drink, and have never consumed
alcohol during any sexual sessions. Oh yes, I order a double,
a double vodka. I feel I need it. In my instructions I was
not forbidden to have a cocktail, I had to make a mental note
to be sure that this was not one of the rules, it was not. I
remove my book from my bag and then place my bag under my seat.
I stare into this book again, just waiting to feel his presence
next to me, when will he arrive? Will he come aboard, or is
there more to this than I know? Oh my, what have I gotten myself
into? I ask. AlthoughI do not really have any fear, I trust
him implicitly. The mystery of it all is beginning to take
my breath away. Then, I feel his presence I see him. Tall
and tanned and smiling with a grin of delight, as he holds
the key to my desire. The master of the game, the master indeed.
I smile.He asks me if I am okay, I whisper no, I am nervous.
He calmly tell me to relax and breathe and to just sit back
and think. Ya I say to myself too much to think about. Right
now I am not even sure of my Name. He tells me I might as well
get comfortable as when this flight lands, we dont get
off, we take it on to its next destination. I believe him,
I have good reason to. He has always been a man of his word.
I begin to settle in. At this point I dont even care where
I am going, not important, as I feel as though since I have
met him I have already been around the world. I begin to shiver
from the coldness of the air conditioning, he places a blanket
over me, the red sun sets high in the sky. He places his arm
on the seat in an up position, there is no physical barrier
now between us. I feel his strong hand softly on my leg.I
exhale deeply and quietly, a small sound comes out of me,
like a whimper , he tells me shhhhhh. Oh no, he isnt going
to do what I think he is, oh yes, , , , , he is. Now, I always
thought I could control myself when I absolutely had to,
but this was outrageous and I loved it. He displays a look
of being pleased that I am so wet for him. Wet, Oh yes, dehydrated
even more. As his hand moves up my thigh I feel as though I
am going to explode at the initial feel of him. I feel I could
have a total orgasm right now at this very minute. I know
that I cannot do this, I have not received permission.
I must remain in control as this is what has been asked of
me. My only thought is when can I scream in ecstasy? I cannot,
so can I cry? NO ! I can only close my eyes and remain in control,
to do this I must go somewhere else in my mind. I must go to
a place I have never been before. A pleasure zone. A level
of thinking I have never experienced before. When his hand
touches the outside of my mound, I exhale again, I close
my eyes, I place the book I have reading almost over my face,
as I can only image what kind of an expression I must have.
He is enjoying this and almost begin to laugh, but does not,
I know that I am at my limit at my limit of control, so what
does he do? He pushes me past where I think I can go, and places
his fingers just inside of my slit tothat wonderful spot
that makes me go wild. I begin to totally feel I am going to
climax into an orgasm. I can no longer control my hot blooded
mind blowing excitement. He takes his hand away and whispers
in my ear, breathe; do not come. I dont want you to come yet.
Oh my, I listen to him. and I control it, the overwhelming
desire to To let go and then be pushed beyond my limit makes
me feel as though I will simply pass out. I exhale, he pats
me on my leg and smiles. He opens his laptop and pretends
nothing has happened. Ok now I am Beyond where I have ever
been, and what does he do? He tortures me Rurther. He opens
a word document and tells me to look at the computer screen,
he types explicit words of why I was to pack spools of red
silky ribbon. He proceeds to tell me what he shall do to me
once he gets me on the ground. He makes me read them..he
can see my chest breathing heavily. I am at this point overwhelmed
with erotic desire, the mind and the desire, has a very strong
hold on me.I think oh mywhat is the game keeper going
to do next. I am so beyond anywhere I have ever been.oh
no.here comes his hand once again. He whispers in my
ear, spread your legs just a little for me, I do, as his ask
and he says, ahhh yes, that is good, now dont you move. As
he whisper to me again, your legs are shaking. My only way
to keep composure this time is to hold on to his arm tightly.
He places hand on my hot seering clit, and begins ever so
slowly almost motionless but still touching me moving
his finger in a circular motion, right over my magic spot
again and again. My clit is very swollen, I am dripping with
wetness, never in my life, never like this. He whispers
that I have moved, oh I did move my leg, I think, I dont even
know anymore, I simply could not help squirming. I have
been informed that I will be punished for moving. I am told
that this will require an extra spanking and a longer bondage
session, so that I may learn when he tells me not to move,
I must not move. After all his instructions, I have followed
all of them perfectly. How at this point I ask myself why
did I screw up now? Deep down I know the answer. We subs and
doms, we know exactly why. Although I wanted to please him
completely, I moved, as he asked me not to. He sees that I
am disappointed at myself for this and realizes that I have
been trying quite hard to do everything exactly right.
He realizes that I have been in this mind game for now for
over a week. I was soon coming to my breaking point. I sense
that he actually does understand my angst. I feel helpless
yet in control, strong yet fragile, nervous and fearful
yet unafraid. I know that secretly I want to be forced to
do things I normally would not do. I know that days later
my body will still ache, the aftermath will stay with me.
I know that The feeling of him will linger on. He has placed
countless erotic possibilities into my erotic submissive
mind. He orders me a bottled water, squeezes my hand, and
tells me relax, get some rest as I am going to need it. Oh my.
my flight of pleasure, where it is going I do not know, I dont
even care I only know that I am enjoying the ride. Essence1961
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