Graham sighed as he took his seat, the cold airline chairs being a welcoming relief from queueing with humid strangers. It was the 19:45 flight from Chicago to New York and he was very much spent from exhausting and often vapid meetings with other administrative personnel. Not much had caught his attention on this particular work trip. It was the usual cycle of cheap city lunches, awkward handshakes and feigned enthusiasm.

This New York flight seemed only partially full, with patches of passengers spread across the cabin. This was the type of airlines which would have forced families to separate, given its penny pinching ethos. He would have felt pity for them, if he had had a drop more energy. It was very much for him, the end of another meaningless ordeal and another branch of his limp excuse for a career.

On ruffling through his bags and ordering himself pre-takeoff, he found himself happened upon by one of the four (likely underpaid) flight attendants.

“Hi there” she said, with her casually polished salutation, “We seem to have nobody booked into the window aisle, and it is regulation to always have a customer occupying this section, would you be interested in moving to row 13 for us?”
Her tone was pleasant, bordering on lifeless, but there was something acrid in her stare. She bore heavy black makeup which cupped her blacker eyes, all roughly thrown into place perhaps on her journey to work. Her features were pleasant, yet contorted into another form, another human thrust upon the same face. Her hair was a short cut, landing just below her jawline with all tips curling forwards.

Pulling away from her features, Graham finally processed what was being requested. Sat beside a fifty-something woman whose knees were clearly in the middle of an argument and in needing of their own space, he gave a semi-assured yes and proceeded to collect his things. Unclipping his belt he felt a hand press into his shoulder.

“I will..” a sudden drop in her tone “have to ask you to consent to upholding all duties asked of you as an occupant of the winged aisle.”

The tone of her voice suddenly catching up with the soured features of her face.

“Is this something you are happy to consent to?”

Graham was slightly taken aback by the pressed nature of the question, he naturally, and unknowingly nodded, all the while holding her gaze. Was it a twitch of satisfaction that he saw on her face? Or just another pleasantry? The thought left his mind on settling into his new seat, choosing the cooling window and pressing his cheek flat against the faux-glass. It was not long until his body slumped towards his long awaited rest.

Jolted awake, he was pounced upon by the panda-eyed eyed air hostess.

“Any tea or coffee?”

Graham’s tongue bumbled about his mouth as he tried to regain consciousness.

“I asked you if you wanted any refreshments” she jumped. Slightly too quickly to be an act of courteous repetition.

Grahams lips cracked into the word “Tea please”

She picked up a black-rimmed canister and began pouring a chocolate colour liquid. The smell was unmistakable, this was not yorkshire’s finest, but Colombia’s.
Graham began “Sorry, I think I ……”

“Ordered a tea? Just give me a moment, insolence doesn’t get you anywhere here” she interjected, ensuring the cardboard cup was full with what was undoubtedly a coffee.

Carefully placing the lid upon the beverage, she leaned across the two empty seats to pass the beverage.

Graham felt the heat radiate from her chest, a likely cocktail of airport perfume mixed with hours of cabin work. Graham reached his hand out to take the drink, still slightly bewildered by her basic lack of distinction between hot drinks. He wrapped his hand around the base and noticed that this bob-cut flight attendant didn’t let go, instead, she held his gaze in an act of defiance. She smiled, then, unmistakably began to squeeze to the cup, tighter and tighter. It all happened too quickly for Graham to respond. She squeezed the drink until hot coffee erupted through the lid, bursting out of the sides and running down her hands on his lap. What should have been immensely uncomfortable seemed to curl her lips into a satisfaction. She was breaking the cup on purpose. Graham’s lap was sodden with searing coffee, staining through his trousers and soaking through the layers.

He took in breath through his mouth as if an inward hiss of a snake, stifling a yell as his trousers began to contort around his pudgy midriff. He felt the sting upon his public bone and the seeping sensation as if to have urinated himself in his underwear. His genitals now visibly suggesting through the layers how he had unknowingly arranged them whilst putting on his underwear after the last visit to the gentleman’s.

“Oh no, look what’s happened, you really are clumsy with your hands” she exclaimed, unable to contain the excitement of what she was provoking.

“You really are…” she began whilst leaning forward to collect the fallen coffee cup lid, unexpectedly changing course, leaning closer to his ear, “… a worthless pig” she whispered heatedly into his face. She then pulled away and pressed the attendant button above. Graham struggled to catch his breath. He was burning from the hot water pooling beneath his buttocks, whilst struggling to order the situation in his head, leaving his lips smacking in fish-like form with stupefaction. Yet, it was all he could do but help notice that a twitch had occurred between his legs.

Chapter 2 Part 2

She could see from Will’s face that he was not quite prepared for the scene in front of him. She had told him what was going to happen. Painted a clear picture so he would know exactly what he was getting into. 

“What I need, is for a real man to fuck me during my session. You see, these men were talking about, they need to see me get fucked, but they know they are not worthy of doing it. They usually have small cocks, sometimes they are short, often overweight, no self control. They need me to help them and I do.” She sipped her glass of wine. “Do you think you can help me?”

It was crystal clear. Maybe she forgot to mention the handcuffs and the strapon, or the fact that he might walk in to a man, collared, with a dildo balls deep in his ass, but,minor details. He would get over it. 

“Wow.” He surveyed the scene. The slave tried to look over his shoulder.

“Ghheassss??” he attempted to spit out the panties still in his mouth. Unsuccessfully. He tried to mumble another question. It was unintelligible, but she knew what he was asking. She laughed and stepped back, the cock slurped out of his ass.

“Shhhhhhhh,” She said soothingly, “Well, he’s a little early, but that is that man who’s cum you’re going to be licking up today.”

The buckles of the strapon clinked and the cock flopped as it hit the floor. She grabbed the slaves collar and pulled him around to face her. She looked into his desperate, pathetic, pleading eyes. Using one finger she carefully pushed the edge of his wifes panties back into his open mouth. A bit a drool was sliding down the corner. She wiped her finger on his shoulder. His cage looked like it was ready to burst.

“You can look, slave, but you will have to stay there,” Her tone was delicate, almost babying. “Can you do that for me like a good boy?” His cage bounced as he nodded enthusiastically. She caressed his face before walking over to Will and putting her arms around his neck. “Suprise!” She kissed him deeply and heard the slaves breath quicken behind her. “Just try to ignore him for now, it’s like training a dog not to whine for scraps.”

By this time Will had had enough time to compose himself. There was no going back and he knew it. He wrapped his arms around her, and slid one hand low down her back. 

“Nice shirt,” he said. 

“Thanks,” She smiled at him, “Complements of the house,” She raised her hand gesturing to the closet. He chuckled, she could tell he was hiding his nervousness. She breathed deep and kissed him again, relishing in his uncertainty.  

Will picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He laid her down and she opened her mouth, feeling their warm tongues dancing. She pulled his shirt over his head and undid his belt buckle. Her nails raked his chest, muscles rippling as she decorated them. His pants fell past his knees and she pushed them off with her feet. He ground his hips into her and she could feel his long hard cock grinding against her thigh. 

As he kissed her neck she turned her head to the side to get a look at the slave. He was sitting on his heels obediently, but his hips were moving back and forth in a slight, almost involuntary, motion. She met his eyes and smiled menacingly.

“Make yourself useful, slave, and go look for your handcuff keys,” She waved in the direction of the closet. “I think I threw them somewhere over there.” His eyes widened and sat up. He was so aroused that his cage barely moved as he penguin-waddled eagerly to look.

She returned her attention to the situation at hand. Will had moved down. Shirt pulled up, he was sucking and biting her nipples. She was breathing harder now. He began stroking the inside of her legs, getting dangerously close to the soft lips of her perfect pussy. After a few more circles he parted those lips and two meaty fingers made their way inside. He moved his hand in and out curling his fingers slightly. She could feel the pressure start to build inside her as she moaned. The rhythm of his hands made her whole body move up and down. She looked him in the eyes. 

“Harder.” she commanded. He was happy to oblige, he drove his hand inside her, increasing the speed. She made sure the slave could hear how much she was enjoying herself. She raised her head briefly and could see him still rooting around for the keys. The pressure mounted inside her coming to a peak. Her back arched and she pressed her head into the mattress. There was no controlling it. She screamed with pleasure and felt a rush of liquid squirting out of her onto Wills’ hands, all over the bed covers. Her chest rose and fell softly and Will leaned in and covered his mouth with hers. 

“You made a little mess,” He said looking at his hand. She looked up at him and then over to the slave who was waddling over, keys successfully in his hands behind his back. 

“Good thing we have someone to clean up any mess we make,” Her grin showed all her teeth. She waved the slave over and reaching out over the edge of the bed, she removed the panties from his mouth. The slave moved his tongue around in his mouth and dry lips to get rid of the extra lint. She giggled and rolled over with Will so that she was on top of him. 

“I hope you don’t mind if you let my slave lick your hand while I fuck you.”

Chapter 2 Part 1

He went by Will. She found him on tinder. Their first date was normal enough, drinks and a comedy show downtown. She eyed him from across the small round table. The inexperienced eye might think it was just two attractive people on an innocent date. A closer look, however, could detect the glint in her eye. She was sniffing out and tracking down her prey. 

He needed to be the right kind. Manly enough to make them feel emasculated, large enough to make them feel small, strong enough to make them feel weak. All of this combined with the willingness to serve. So far she was pleased, he was tall, broad shouldered, his strong jawline led to a mass of curly black hair. He played rugby in college, almost played professionally, but injured his knee. She could tell he was attracted to her strength, but would he fit her purpose?

At the end of the night their bellies hurt from laughing, she tilted her head to the side and said candidly,

“Let’s get out of here,” He agreed, she took his hand and lead him towards the door. He stepped ahead and opened it for her as they walked out. She smiled as she looked behind her. he met her gaze without hesitation. 

“My lady,” he said, with a mock formal gesture of the hand. They giggled and the cool night air hit her face. She knew he was looking at her ass as he followed. 

– Every joke has a hint of truth- she thought. She was pretty sure the next time he called her that it would not be in jest.

“Why don’t we go back to your place?” she suggested, taking his arm as they approached the crosswalk. She could feel the bulge of his bicep.

“I like the way you think,” He said leaning into the street to flag down a cab. The inside of the cab smelled like old leather and cigarettes from the 80’s. It was warm inside and his jacket was laid across his lap. She wasn’t about to wait until they go to his house to verify that he was bull material. She sat in the middle seat and leaned up against him. She knew her low cut shirt provided him with a perfect view of her ample cleavage. She leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“How do you feel about trying new things?” He closed his eyes and she could see the hair on his neck raise. 

“I am all game,” he replied in a low growl. 

She started nibbling his ear and he turned his head to kiss her. His lips were full and wet as he slipped his tongue in her mouth. She crept her hand under his jacket. 

-Moment of truth- her hands felt along the ridges of his pants until she felt his hard cock underneath. -excellent, no anxiety issues- She started from where she could feel the base and ran her fingers up the length. 6.. 7… 8 inches at least. The corners of her mouth widened as she ran her tongue up and down his. Her other hand snaked up his face and she pulled his hair, biting his lip.

“Feisty girl,” he said pulling away slightly with a raised eyebrow, “I like it.”

“Oh, this is just the tip of the iceberg,” she smiled, opening his mouth again with hers.

 -score.- she gave herself a mental high five. It was going to be all gravy from here.

His apartment was bland. Ikea furniture littered the living room, giving it a modern minimalist look. 

“My housemates out of town” he said, “so we have the whole place to ourselves.” His arm swept the empty space in front of him. “Would you like a drink?’

She wanted to rip the buttons off his shirt, straddle him on the couch, and tell him that he was going to get his dick sucked hard, but etiquette ruled. She would take a glass of wine. She sauntered over to the couch as he poured and followed her. 

“Want to play a game?” she said, swirling the wine.

“Sure” he said.

“Let’s play truth or dare,” she proposed. 

“I like the sound of that” He scooted closer to her and she put her feet up on his lap.

“OK, I’m going first …truth or dare” she said. 

“I’m going to be boring and say …truth,” He smiled, “though something tells me the truth might be more dangerous with you,” He leaned closer brushing his lips against her neck.

“You are very perceptive.” She squealed and leaned her head and shoulder towards him to get her neck out of range. 

“Have you ever had your dick sucked by another man?”

He went by Will. She found him on tinder. Their first date: drinks and a comedy show. She eyed him from across the small round table. The inexperienced eye might think it was just two attractive people on a perfectly normal date. However, if you examined closely you would detect a glint in her eye, the forward predatory posture as she looked over the rim of her wine glass. She was sniffing out and tracking down her prey. 

Not the prey you might think. There was nothing “normal” about what she wanted from him. She was going to use him for a very special task. He needed to be the right kind. Manly enough to make them feel emasculated, large enough to make them feel small, strong enough to make them feel weak. All of this combined with the willingness to serve. When she met him at the door she was pleased, he was tall, broad shouldered, strong jawline leading to a mass of curly black hair. He played rugby in college. He could have played professionally if not for a rogue ACL tear in his third year. He had kept himself quite fit, now with rock climbing and running. She could tell from the moment he looked her up and down he was attracted to her strength as well. What man wouldn’t be. Could he be useful?

At the end of the night their bellies hurt from laughing, she tilted her head to the side and suggested,

“Let’s get out of here?” It was a question but there was nothing inquisitive about it. He seemed relieved to not have to be the one to say it. She took his hand and lead him towards the door. He stepped ahead and opened it for her as they walked out. 

“My lady,” Will said, with a mock formal gesture of the hand. They giggled and the cool night air hit her face. She could feel his burning gaze on the back of her thighs as he followed her out. She felt a shiver down her spine. Even as a joke, his gesture of service made a rush of heat surge between her legs. Images of his naked cock being licked by one of her slaves flashed through her mind.

“Why don’t we go back to your place?” she said, taking his arm as they approached the crosswalk. Her long fingers curled around his biceps. She could feel the bulk of the muscle under his shirt.

“I like the way you think,” He said leaning into the street to flag down a cab. The inside of the cab smelled like old leather and cigarettes. It was warm inside and his jacket was laid across his lap. Well, she wasn’t about to wait until they go to his house to verify that he was bull material. She sat in the middle seat and leaned up against him. She knew her low cut shirt provided him with a perfect view of her ample cleavage. She leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“I have a personal question for you, Will” She knew he could feel her warm breath, ”How do you feel about trying new things?” He closed his eyes and she could see the hair on his neck raise. 

“You mean like hymalian food or like skydiving?” he replied with a teasing grin. 

“Not quite,” She started nibbling his ear and he turned his head to kiss her. His lips were full and wet as he slipped his tongue in her mouth. She twisted her body to press against him and crept her hand under his jacket. 

-Moment of truth-……. Her hands slid along the ridges of his pants until she felt his very hard cock underneath. -excellent, no anxiety issues so far- She started from where she could feel the base and ran her fingers up the length. 6.. 7… 8 inches at least. The corners of her mouth widened as she ran her tongue up and down his. Her other hand snaked up his face and she pulled his hair, biting his lip.

“Feisty girl,” he said pulling away slightly with a raised eyebrow, “I like it.” he bit her neck making goosebumps run down her arms.

“Oh, this is just the tip of the iceberg,” she smiled, opening his mouth again with hers.

 -score.- she gave herself a mental high five. She had a great feeling about this one.

His apartment was bland. Ikea furniture littered the living room, with that modern minimalist bachelor look. 

“My roommate’s out of town” he said, “so we have the whole place to ourselves.” His arm swept the empty space in front of him. “Would you like a drink?’

She did not want a drink. She wanted to rip the buttons off his shirt, straddle him on the couch, and tell him that he was going to get his dick sucked hard, but she contained her impulse. She would take a glass of wine. She sauntered over to the couch as he poured and followed her. 

“Want to play a game?” she said, swirling the wine.

“Sure” he said.

“Truth or dare,” she proposed. 

“I like the sound of that” He scooted closer to her and she put her feet up on his lap.

“OK, I’m going first …truth or dare” she said. 

“I’m going to be boring and say …truth,” He smiled, “though something tells me the truth might be more dangerous with you,” He leaned closer brushing his lips against the back of her ear.

“You are very perceptive.” She squealed and leaned her head and shoulder towards him to get her ear out of range. 

“Have you ever had your dick sucked by another man?”

Part 3

The bottle of lube made a tiny waterfall as it coated his spread rouged cheeks. One finger closed the bottle and two fingers started to work on his tight little asshole. She used just the lightest touch of a circular motion. She knew he would start to have some trouble considering the cage, but she didn’t mind. She liked to give them trouble. 

He was breathing hard through the panties. Her fingers pushed down more allowing them to slip in little by little each time within the rhythm of the circle. Continuing this pattern she could feel his ass relax allowing her to go deeper. Soon the circle turned into an in and out motion and she heard him moan. She twisted her fingers each time on the way out before plunging them back in. His butt was still hanging slightly off the edge of the bed. Kneeling behind him for the best leverage, she felt something drip onto her leg. Precum. He was leaking again. She smiled, good thing there was no way he could cum with that cage on. 

-I wonder if he’s even been ruined before?- She thought, pushing her fingers in deeper. 

His groan became a grunt. She wanted to hear him beg for her cock. She took her fingers out and wiped them on the duvee cover. Good things must be earned. She grabbed the smaller of the dildo’s next to her and doused it in lube. She pushed the tip into his ass, it slid in much easier than expected. 

“You’ve been fucking yourself regulary haven’t you slave,” her tone was that of a teacher praising a good student. She knew the answer before he tried to mumble his response through the panties.

She worked the dildo in and out of his ass with her hands, making sure he took all of it. Her arm moved like a piston, keeping a steady pace. He moaned with each entry of the dildo. Sappy clear-colored precum started to drip from his captive cock like a leaky faucet. She took the liberty of stroking her clit with her free hand. She was so wet that her fingers slid on her perfect cunt without resistance. The desire to fuck him was overwhelming. She stood up and removed the dildo from his ass and the panties from his mouth. 

“Do you want my cock slave?” she grabbed his hair again, pulling his face close.

“Oh Goddess, yes please,” He sputtered, his eyes sideways, searching for her.

“How badly do you want it?” She let go of his hair allowing his head to fall roughly onto the bed. 

“Please, Goddess, anything you want ill do it” his hips were making small involuntary motions trying, unsuccessfully, to rub his caged cock on the edge of the bed. His struggle made her grin from ear to ear. 

“Would you suck my cock before it goes inside you? Like a good little whore?” He had already said he would do anything so she was certainly not going to let him get off easily.

“Yes, please just say you’ll fuck me after” he moaned. She was already inserting the larger black cock into her harness.

“Then come here little slut,” She unclipped the leash from the collar with one hand. Grasping his handcuffs she slid him off the bed onto his knees made him hobble toward her, hands still cuffed.

-like a little penguin- She loved those degrading moments. It filled her with a sense of purpose, of place, of rightness.

He opened his mouth and she thrust her cock in. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. He gagged as she thrust deep into and held his head for just a moment. She pulled him off and a long string of saliva trailed from his pretty mouth. 

“You like being my little slut, don’t you?” He nodded slurping some of the spit back in. She pulled him back into cock. The noises he made were delightfully wet as he gagged and second and a third time. She decided it his slutty ass might have earned it’s reward.

She put her foot on his shoulder and pulled him toward her with it, forcing him down on the ground. 

“Please Goddess, you said you would fuck me if I sucked your cock,” She could tell he was trying not to let his voice whine. 

“Yes I did my pet” She straddled his legs behind his ass, and just as she parted his cheeks and slid her cock in, she heard the door open behind her.

“Be careful what you wish for….You might actually get it”

-Famous Domme

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