Airborne - The Search

Before today, I wouldn't have thought it possible to simultaneously be the most excited and terrified I'd ever been...at the same time. Those emotions simply don't often go well together, reserved for their own moments. Yet, as I slid the black stockings up my legs, connecting each one to my garter, straps snugly sitting against my thigh, I couldn't help but shake with both trepidation, and an eagerness I had never felt in such a strong manner.

My entire outfit for my journey had been chosen by my keyholder and owner, Master Damien. I had been under his control for over a year now, starting off with some playful sessions, learning what we both wished from one another. However it quickly morphed into losing more and more of myself to him, happily sharing Rory in all her glory with my new Master and friend.

From the beginning he didn't wish for me to have access to my clit, liking the effect it had on my mindset. While I had worn chastity cages before him, they quickly became far smaller, constricting, and more...pink. Now, unlocked once a week for cleaning and shaving, my keys sat safely in a tiny lockbox, awaiting the digital signal from my Master before I was given permission. Kept so close, constantly reminding me what I had given up to be his good girl.

After my denial began to grow, Master helped me learn anal play, along with some self bondage for his amusement. Soon I had learned both how to make myself cum from being fucked, as well as how much I preferred it. The sensations, the power behind the releases, and seeing my tiny pink clit while doing so all amalgamated into such an incredible orgasm, one that was always at the sole discretion of Master Damien.

But for the most part, as long as I kept my clit nice and secure, he was happy to watch me cum like a good girl. Vibrators, dildo's, some of which he could control himself from the other side of the country, watching the stream as I moaned and whimpered for him, begging to cum like the desperate slut he was slowly turning me into. All day I now felt my poor clit ache, strain, and tear at my mind, pleading with me to be freed. But I had given that up, wanting to be controlled, wanting the reminder that I was a good girl. His good girl.

That mindset, while delicious and enticing, was in no way helpful with my nervous energy as I dressed. Garter, straps, and nylons perfectly straight, a waist corset tightly wrapped around me, I snapped a few photo's in the mirror, sending them to Master Damien. He had thousands of pictures of me at this point, not to mention videos, labelled as his sissy pet. I knew soon I'd be getting a tattoo to increase that label further, but that was an exciting thought for another day.

A cute choker made its way around my neck, blushing as I felt the tight fabric against me, knowing I'd be constantly reminded of it all day. Having put it off for as long as I could, I sighed as I made my way over to the dress he had sent me, at least half of my terror for today's trip. The black dress itself was gorgeous, long and flowing with full length sleeves. A light fabric, waist cinch clutching it to my frame, my chest left exposed a bit more than I would like.

However, as I settled it on my shoulders, I couldn't help but whimper as I stared down at my legs, the front part of the dress separate from the sides. Long slits exposed both of my stocking covered legs, barely covered if I stood completely still. In the 10cm heels he had provided, ass pushed up and displayed, I knew that the amount of walking I had ahead of me would be revealing to say the least.

I could barely tear my eyes off the mirror, knowing at any other occasion I'd be ecstatic to wear this beautiful dress, drinking in how feminine and pretty I felt. However today was the first time I was meeting Master Damien, a short two hour flight that he arranged. Knowing I'd be boarding a plane dressed as his sissy made me weak, clit a constant strain as I squeezed my thighs together, trying to contain my excitement.

The second surprise I had received, after his beautiful gift of a dress, was that I had been given a private searching appointment. Since my cage would set off the metal detectors, and there was simply no removing it for the journey, I would have to show myself to a security officer, knowing I would be blushing the entire time. I dreaded what it would be like.

But Master Damien had insisted, and I was his good girl. His pet. His sissy. I wanted to serve him however he saw fit within limits, and while it certainly stretched what I was comfortable with, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited. So with a suitcase packed, a final touch up in the mirror, I strolled out the door, heading for what I assumed would be one of the most humiliating and exhilarating experiences of my life.

Checking into the desk, I gave them myboy name, which was met by some subtle smirks, but otherwise were incredibly friendly and nice. Showing me where to go, I made my way to security, checking in for my private screening. I nearly ran when I was approached by a large woman, Brianna displayed across her nametag, strength radiating off of her. She looked more like a linebacker than a security officer, and the stern look on her face instantly made me weak in the knees.

Tall, strong, and domineering. My brain simply refused to function around women like her.

Brianna led me to a room, closing the door behind me. Taking my suitcase, she placed it on the table, along with my purse. She ordered me to place my hands flat on the table, ass sticking out as I complied, my dress falling around my legs. Already blushing simply from her presence, I prayed she didn't take off my panties, terrified they'd be a leaky mess. When her firm hands finally felt their way up one of my legs, I couldn't stifle a tiny moan quickly enough, deepening the redness in my face.

If Brianna heard it, she didn't let on, continuing to feel up my leg before moving to the other one. Slow, and seeming to take her time, I bit my lip as her hands moved all over my body, at one point grazing the very edge of my cage. Aching from being handled so intimately, it took everything I had not to quiver and moan, embarrassing myself any further.

"Dress off now." I opened my mouth to protest, thinking better after seeing the look on Brianna's face. Pouting, I slowly let it fall off my shoulders, pulling down on the cinch until it cleared each heel, handing it to her outstretched hand. "Thank you."

I watched as she folded it beside my suitcase, motioning me to replace my hands on the desk. I huffed, thinking this was a bit much, turning once more to my position, far more exposed than I was before. Taking a metal detector, Brianna kept one hand on me as she ran the device up and down my body, forcing my legs open further so it could rest between them, noisily alerting her of my cage. Gently, she playfully tapped it against my clit, listening to me whimper as it struck.

"What do we have here, Rory?" I blushed, unable to answer her in my state. "Not going to tell me? Very well, I guess I will have to take a look." Horrified, I stayed completely still as Brianna slowly slid down my panties, feeling my clit aching in response. Stepping out of them, placed along my dress, I now stood in full display for this stranger, who didn't seem to be in any hurry. I heard a snicker behind me, as one of her latex gloved hands gently cupped and explored my cage.

"I see, so this is why you needed a private screening, was it?" Whimpering, I nodded, my arms shaking with the effort of holding me up. Brianna continued her 'search', ensuring as she said it wasn't composed of any dangerous material, to which I appropriately rolled my eyes at. Pushing me down flat on the desk, I whined as I heard handcuffs being wrapped around my wrists, arms now stuck behind my back. "You just stay put while I have a look through your bag."

I felt that familiar ache surge through me, my poor clit straining hard from what just happened. Bent over, I couldn't help my imagination as it wandered, wondering what was happening, and what I wished would happen. I didn't know how much of this was 'protocol', I guessed none, but I did know that Brianna had me firmly under her control at the moment, and even if I wasn't handcuffed...I wouldn't dream of going anywhere.

One by one she brought out each toy Master Damien had requested I bring for our little trip, each one placed on the table beside me. I blushed through each of her discoveries, looking away at some point to deny her that smirk growing on her beautiful face. After fulfilling her own curiosity, Brianna packed away my clothes, leaving all the toys out in the open. Moving behind me, her body pressed against mine, I whined as she leaned down to my ear.

"Did you pack all this yourself, Rory?" Her hand gripped my ass, fingers snapping at my garter straps. Barely able to think, I nodded, my mind tormenting by the pulsing I felt in my clit. Brianna pushed off of me, hands trailing down my back to both rest on my ass cheeks, spreading them wide. "Then you don't mind if I make sure they are actually yours."

Within moments, I felt a lubed latex finger sliding inside of me, groaning in shock and delight. Pushing and probing, Brianna began to stretch me, toy with me, preparing my little hole to see if I did in fact use these toys. The illusion of this being a normal search was all but shattered, but neither of us cared as she dominated me, listening to me moan and whimper at the hands of her fingers, now rubbing and thrusting three of them in and out of me.

Left breathing heavily, I felt Brianna's fingers replaced by my biggest dildo, the one Master Damien made me bounce up and down on regularly. My legs shook with a need to cum as it entered me, stretched wide as she slid it slowly in and out of my ass. Instantly my clit ached, tingling with the desire to cum, robbing me of the ability to focus on anything else.

Brianna kept the dildo moving in and out of me consistently, her other hand gripping and spanking my cheeks. Legs spread, helplessly under her control, I could only whimper as she fucked me, knowing how close I was to cumming for her. Trying to voice it, to warn her, to ask for permission, to say literally anything at all, I could only moan, voice catching in my throat as my own dildo pushed me over that beautiful, welcoming edge.

She watched my entire body quiver, responding by shoving the cock all the way inside of me, as my clit erupted and squirted beneath me. Squealing, I sank into the table as I came, succumbing to that wondrous feeling I had been trained for, not caring that it was at the hands of a complete stranger, nor what Master would do to me for cumming without permission. In the moment, my mind was a fog of elation, of joy, and euphoric bliss. Giggling, I bit my lip, feeling every subtle movement in my ass as I came down from my release.

Chuckling, Brianna removed my dildo, my ass now gaping and empty, still wanting more. "Well, I suppose it is yours after all." I giggled in response, earning me a spank, which made me squeal in delight. Taking another one of my toys, Brianna placed the princess plug inside of me, keeping my ass stretched around it. She flipped me onto my back, handcuffs re-locked behind my thighs, my neck hanging off the table.

I stared up at my tormentor, recognising that hunger in her eyes, knowing the little show I had put on had excited more than simply myself. I watched as she stepped out of her pants, a hairy pussy presented for just a moment before one of her strong hands shoved my face into it, holding my throat as Brianna rode my tongue.

Listening to her groan, I licked and sucked where I could, but mostly let her control things, using my mouth how she saw fit. I could feel the intensity behind her movements, making my clit pulse and strain once more, knowing I had such an effect on someone. Happily I let myself be used, not having to wait long before Brianna's body shuddered, cumming hard all over my face. Breath stolen, held firmly against her pussy, I gasped for air excitedly when she finally relented her grip on my neck, chest heaving from effort.

"Fuck..." Breathing heavily with her, I giggled hearing that sigh of relief from Brianna, knowing I had played no small part in that. She gently returned my head back to the table, massaging my sore neck as I moaned, happy for the soothing touch. I heard her say something into the radio, but far too lost in bliss to take it into account. Brianna stepped back to replace her pants, putting everything back into place just as the door opened.

I lazily looked over with tired, happy eyes at the man walking in, eyes wide in shock for a moment, before looking up at Brianna. She smirked in response. "Told you." I saw the excitement begin to dance around on his face, staring down at me. He placed a big hand on my face, watching as I moaned, snuggling against it. I was far too deep into my submissiveness to stop now, ready for this next adventure.

"What is your name, cutie?" I blushed, looking up at his handsome face, hand still gently cupping and stroking my cheek.

"Rory, Sir."

"Rory? That's pretty. My name is Jerome, and Brianna here says that you need some help being searched for your flight. Is that true?" I giggled, nodding up at him while I squirmed, wanting to be played with. Uncuffed once more, Brianna returned my hands behind my back, pushed down to my knees in front of Jerome. Biting my lip, I stared up at him expectantly.

"May I please suck your cock, Jerome?" Needless to say...his answer was yes.

Unzipping his pants, I soon moaned as his big cock practically slapped itself down on my face, tongue immediately circling and licking his balls. Big and firm, I kissed each one before placing them in my mouth, gently sucking as he groaned, cock growing before my eyes. Eagerly I watched, feeling the need inside of me, the need to have that beautiful cock down my throat.

Jerome thankfully didn't make me wait long, a large hand gripping my hair as he pulled back, slowly pushing his fully erect cock in my mouth. I moaned around it, feeling it tickle the back of my throat, before he pulled back to the tip, only to shove it back in once more. A bit bigger than what I was used to, thanking Master Damien for my mandatory practice sessions, it took a few tries before I was used to him, my nose finally finding its way to rest against his groin.

"What the fuck, who are you?" Jerome gasped, using my throat as his own personal toy as I breathed around it where I could. Brianna, collecting my things back into my suitcase, chuckled.

"I told you, a proper little slut." I couldn't help but feel proud at the label she had given me, knowing Master Damien would be proud. Unable to cup his balls, my hand stolen from me, I simply did as I had with Brianna, letting myself be used, be fucked, the groans above me music to my ears. All the nervous energy I felt earlier in the day had been expertly chased away, leaving only an excited, eager slut, ready to be of service.

Jerome gripped the back of my head, shoving his cock as deep as he could, cumming hard with an almost bestial scream. Pulling out just enough, he made sure to coat my tongue with the final stages of his orgasm, shaking from the stimulation as I moved it around his now sensitive head. He pulled out, staring down to see me giggling, holding a bit of his cum in my mouth, holding eye contact as I swallowed every last drop.

With my proud tongue stuck out, I went about cleaning him off, glistening with my saliva before his cock was put back in his pants. I pouted, wanting a bit more time to worship and play with that beautiful member, but sat on my heels and waited. Brianna came and helped me up, bent over the table once again as I whimpered, playfully pushing on the plug she had inserted earlier.

"Well, Rory, Jerome and I are satisfied with your search, and you are free to go wait for your flight. I think to save space in your carry-on, though, we will leave this right here." I whined, feigning a protest as my panties were slid up my legs, hiding my desperate little clit. I moaned as my hands were finally freed, stretching my shoulders out before stepping back into my dress.

With Jerome and Brianna on either side of me, they walked me to my gate, ensuring I got there safely. "Goodbye Rory," Brianna whispered in my ear, "we will be sure to greet you on your return home, baby girl." She left me with a subtle pinch on my ass, making me squirm as I watched them both head back to work. Despite being used like a whore, my desire to submit was far from sated as I sat down to wait.

Jerome's cum still coating my tongue, I boarded the plane to sit in my seat, spacious first class letting me sink into the chair. Before I could settle in, I was ushered up by one of the flight attendants, Natasha. Worried I had done something wrong, I followed her around the corner to a tiny alcove they used for breaks, pushed up against the wall as her hand disappeared beneath my dress, gripping my clit.

Smirking, Natasha grinned at me. "So, Brianna was telling the truth. You must be Rory." I could only blush in shock and a subtle excitement, seeing the other three flight attendants behind her with a similar look on their faces.

I sighed to myself with a giggle.This was going to be a long flight...