chainmale

We meet in the airport in Chicago. We’re flying somewhere together and I've managed a stopover in Chicago so that we can be on the same plane. A half hour before my flight is due to arrive, you go into the bathroom and remove the dildo from your bag. slide it into your cunt and pull up your snug black jeans to hold it into place.

You're wearing a red button down shirt, and the lacy edges of a black bra peek out at the v-neck. The black pants and the red shirt are nicely matched by those fancy French red-bottomed pumps on your feet.

As instructed, you begin the long walk from the end of the terminal to the far end, where my plane will be landing. Do you remember what I told you - “No tram. No moving sidewalks. Just you, walking the entire length of the terminal, while that dildo torments your slut cunt.”

You've only passed a couple of gates, and your cunt is already dripping. Your breath is quickening. You look down the terminal - your destination is still far out of sight - and you wonder if you should regret ever having told me about this that first time, that first day you walked around like a slut, with a cock in your cunt.

As you walk, the sensation builds, your cunt juice continues to flow. You try to distract yourself from the growing heat in your pussy. You think about the time that I tied you face down on the bed, wrists and ankles cuffed to the posts at the corner, and spanked you until your ass was as bright as the fuck-me red on the bottom of your shoes, and even with the gag in your mouth. You’d been bad that time - disobeyed me, and needed to be punished. This time you wouldn’t make that mistake - you was being sure to follow every instruction to the letter.

Your cunt pulsed in time to your steps, and you looked up at the signs overhead. Gate 15. Only 60 more to go. Oh god.

Gate by gate, you walk along the terminal. You look into the shops as you pass, looking for clothing that you might find appealing, or some implement of pleasure or pain hiding in plain sight. Every time your breath starts to come too quickly and you fear you might come, you remember the consequences, remember what it’s like to have your cunt slapped, your nipples clamped, or to be forced to urinate down your bound legs when I wouldn’t let me get up or release them so that you could go to the bathroom. You blush hard at that last memory, ashamed that you could be so disobedient that I would have to punish you so harshly.

At last, long last, you get to your gate. Just in time, too - the plane has just taxied up to the gate, and it won’t be long until the passengers start to unload. Your cell phone beeps. “Are you ready? Are you wet and open and ready for me?” reads the text message. Hands shaking, legs weak with desire, pussy pulsing relentlessly, you SMS three letters back - yes.

And then the door opens, and there I am. You see me, standing in front of the gate, trying not to make it obvious that you have a dildo inside of you, that you’ve been on the edge of coming for a half hour, and wet for days, that you're on fire. Without stopping for a kiss or an embrace, I grab your hand and tell you to follow me. I pull you into one of the private “family” bathrooms, lock the door, and bend you over the sink. I pull your pants and underwear down to your ankles, and you step out of them, pausing for just a moment to put your shoes back on. Then I pull the dildo out of your cunt, and throw it god knows where in the bathroom, and my cock slides into the wet, dripping space it has left.

I drive into you, hard, and your moans get so loud I need to clamp a hand over your mouth. A few more thrusts, and you feel my cock spasm and my semen fills your cunt. And then you're empty again, as I pull out. My hands forcefully turn around, then push you down on your knees, where you clean the mixture of my cum and your cunt juice off my cock. I step away and pull up your pants.

“Hurry up and get dressed, slut - we have a plane to catch.”