One Week

Once I get off this plane, I will surrender myself to Him.

We agreed that in one year if neither of us were not attached we would do something that is not within our nature. Switch rolls.

He sent me a text message of what I should bring, it was the typical things a sub would need to have. What stood out was that he did not want me to bring any clothes other than the one I wore there.

I could do this. It is only for a week. As the plane began to descend, I could feel my pulse pick up its pace. My hands were sweating, and God help me I was getting wet.

The wheels touched down and I made myself mentally get it together.

I stood up and waited for the older woman to leave the seat next to me before getting my bag.

“Excuse me miss. “ I heard a whispered voice.

I turned and a woman who looked to be in her early twenties was the one who wanted to get my attention. Why was she blushing?

“I think you should visit the lady's room. You have a wet spot on the back of your red dress.”

Oh shit. I did not realize I was that wet. I just smiled timidly and nodded my thanks. The problem is I could do nothing about it. I must get off the plane exactly as is.

I walked out of the terminal, and I could see him from that very moment. He has gotten a bit older but kept himself up. I walked over to him with my case in my hand and lowered my eyes.

“Very good. I did not have to remind you. What a lovely dress. I hope you behaved and did what I instructed.”

I did not speak, and I knew he was goading me too.

“You can speak freely here.”

“Yes, I followed your instructions.”

He took my case and motioned for me to walk towards the parking lot.

“Oh, I see there was an issue on the plane.”

Here we go.

“Yes.”

“Well, there is a problem. I was going to take us out to eat but we will have to go to my place first.”

“Alright.”

This submissive nature takes a lot of effort unless you’re a natural. Once we got to his car he opened the door for me to get in. Then closed it behind me.

Once he got in he turned on the engine.

“Since you are wet and ruined the dress. Let's destroy it completely, shall we. Lift the dress and let me see your pussy.”

I did as he asked without question.

“Open your legs.”

Again, I did as instructed and he saw that I was still glistening from earlier.

“Naughty girl. I am going to call out four numbers. These are the number of fingers I want you to shove in that wet pussy of yours. If you cannot put in the number, I call. I will pull over and slap that dripping pussy until it its beet red like the dress you're wearing. Understand me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

I licked my dry lips and replied, “Yes Sir.”

We began the drive and the orders followed.

“Open wider and two.”

I opened it as wide as I could and entered two fingers in and out. It seemed like he did not care what I was doing.

“One.” He said as he made a sharp turn and my legs closed.

“Open. Keep them open. Four.”

Was he serious? I was not that wet yet. He noticed the pause and pulled over. As promised, he hit my pussy and managed to get my clit. The pain caused me to get wetter.

He smiled.

“One”

This torturous number calling and me finger fucking myself continued till I pulled out and came all over the seat.

He pulled over and hit my aching pussy. “I did not say pull them out or allowed you to cum. We start again.”

“Two”

How long was this ride? He saw the look on my face looked me in the eyes and said, “I only.
have one week to break you. And dammit I will.  So, when I command you to do something you do it.
” His jaw was clenched so tight that you could see the muscles working.

“Now stick two fingers in that greedy pussy. We have an hour left in this ride and I want that side dripping with your cum. When we get there, you are going to take that damn red dress off and clean it all up.”

Why was I trembling? I did as he ordered, and we continued the drive. This time I remembered to ask can I cum.

This was only the beginning.