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 anunknown 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 is 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 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. Although I 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 and 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 to
that 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 further. 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. 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 Dominate and Submissive sexual personalities,
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
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.
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