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In the second part of this S&M series from XXXBlackBook.com, our heroine goes through airport security and gets a sexy surprise.

On Loan – Part II

By: moonmagiclady

I pulled my attention out of the clouds and back to the matter at hand with a small frown. The two security guards were looking at me and back at the contents of my bag on the screen. The man was on the phone frowning at me, and I had only a moment to wonder what was in the bag to upset them. The man got off the phone and said something to his female coworker. A moment later she walked over and asked me to follow her. Confused I did as she said and followed her down the corridor to a quiet small room. She left me there to stand by myself and I heard the lock click behind her shutting me into the room. My heart began to pound… being a liberal I have an innate fear of Big Brother and the idea of being locked into the room was making me slightly claustrophobic.

The sound of my cell phone ringing caused me to jump and I flipped it open as soon as I saw my husband’s number. His sexy voice had an underlying amusement as he asked me how things were going. I explained what had happened and asked what was in the bag. Laughing he told me that there were several bondage items that could be very questionable should the guards choose to make it so.

Appalled at the position he had put me in all I could do was try and control my racing heart. Taking deep breaths I thought about it for a moment… My Master wouldn’t place me in any real danger. Therefore, whatever was going on was both “off the record” and probably with someone that he had set this up with beforehand. I steadied my heart by focusing on my knowledge of his love for me and asked him how he thought his slave should handle the situation.

Realizing I had figured out the scenario, my husband laughed and told me what was going on. The head of security that would be coming in to see me shortly was a close friend of my husband’s. As we occasionally do with our close friends, my Master had chosen to share some of our lifestyle with this man. The man had pointed out how he would be interested in hearing this from my own mouth and between them they had arranged this encounter. (Small towns sometimes require subterfuge for games such as ours.)

I was to show him the letter my husband had given to me and explain to him exactly why there would be BDSM equipment in my luggage and the fact that I am a slave. I was to kneel while I explained this. In conclusion I was to lift my skirt and show him the butt plug that was still buried inside me. Then I was to “take care” of any consequences of my giving this information however my husband’s friend saw fit. I barely had time to softly reply with a “Yes Master,” before the door opened and I snapped the phone shut.

The man who had entered was handsome, in his mid to late thirties. His looks said mid, but something about the confident way he moved told me he was slightly older than that, and completely comfortable with that. He could be any local guy who I had passed on the street. The Aloha shirt he was wearing was tasteful and was a perfect contrast to his tanned skin. Racially, around here, his background could be any mixture of a dozen or more Asian and Polynesian races. I blushed, my husband and Master, who is a local boy himself, knows exactly what makes me hot in a man. The man looked at me for a moment, turned the key in the lock and then inquired as to why I was not obeying my Master’s orders.

I instantly dropped to my knees and bowed my head. The dress I was wearing was fairly low cut and the tightness in my nipples was clearly visible through the soft cotton. I was pretty sure that the honey spice scent tickling the air was my juices dripping down my leg.  I steadily explained that my husband was also my Master and that I was his slave to command. Any questions that were asked of me from a soft calm voice I answered promptly and honestly. His quiet easy commands tell me that, like my Master, this is a man who is interested in control… naturally dominant.

I felt the shift in the air as the man straightened to walk over to me. In that same soft voice he orders me to assume the yoga position known as Child Pose (Google it… lol). I obey instantly and he flips the skirt of my dress out of the way to see the anal plug still snugly pushed up into my ass. The man, who I haven’t even been told his name, bends over and uses his fingers to push hard against the plug causing a quiet gasp to escape me.  Laughing quietly, he wipes the dripping juices from my thigh and rubs the wetness across my lips.  I dart my tongue out and savor the taste of the strangers clean skin combined with my juices.

He pulls me back to sit on my heels with my back arched by commanding me to lace my hands behind my head, balling his fist into my hair and slowly moving me into position.  For a moment he frowns at me, and then simply smiles. A slut like me, he explains, certainly requires more time than he has on his hands at the moment to completely savor and conquer.  When I return to the laid-back Big Island, perhaps my Master will permit us to spend more time together.  He pulls tiny clips from the bag that I am STILL clueless as to what else may be inside.  With a light touch causing me to shiver he pulls the top of my dress down to expose my nipples.  A smile playing on his lips, the clips are allowed to snap shut harshly over first one nipple, then the other.  The high keens that escape from between my lips only cause him to smile more.

Glancing at his watch, the man takes the only seat in the room and then orders me to use my mouth to please him.  I slowly crawl across the floor to obey.  Remembering my Master’s order that it is to be as if every minute I am pleasing him, I slide my body up across the man’s crotch, rubbing my clipped breasts hard over her hardening crotch, the sensations driving me to arch my back and thrust my breasts out for further tormenting.  His fingers pinch at my already tormented flesh and then push my mouth down onto his cock.  I suck hard, sliding my mouth in a rhythm that changes just a little every time the man begins to move with me and move closer to his climax.  A skillful blowjob isn’t about getting the man to cum, it’s about making it as enjoyable as possible for as long as pleases him.  If all he wants to do is cum, he can do THAT alone!

The changes in tempo and my hands roving his body bring a soft groan of pleasure from him, and I drag my breasts, the clips a cool sensation against his hot skin, across his cock with the slightest of caresses.  I lick upward and then back around to the base of his shaft before moving over to gently suck on his tight sack.  I love giving head and the more a guy enjoys it, the more I love doing it.  Finally, unable to refrain any more, he pushes me onto my back and pinning me down, begins to fuck my mouth with his full length.  I gag harshly a time or two, before catching his rhythm and being able to move with him.

Snarling a command in the air for me to make sure to not swallow without permission, he begins to push harder into my throat… his weight pushes the clips into the breasts of my flesh, sending additional flashes of pain and pleasure straight to my hungry pussy.  He pulls out of my mouth for a moment to wipe my saliva over my cheeks and then pushes back in to fill my mouth up with his jism. I make sure to not miss a drop, struggling to obey and not swallow which is an almost instinctive response.

As soon as he finishes he assists me to my feet and helps me adjust my dress. Zipping his pants and opening the door to the office, he gives me another one of those small smiles.  Guiding me out the door with a hand around my waist he apologizes loudly enough for those around us to hear for the mix-up with the luggage and offers to escort me personally down to my flight.  I smile sweetly and nod in agreement, just a quiet hippy girl on a business trip, relieved the mix-up is resolved.  Once we reach the boarding area he assures me that he will be in touch with my Master and then kissing me on the cheek with true aloha spirit, he whispers in my ear that I may not swallow for five minutes, and in that time I am to treasure both the cum in my mouth and my Master’s cum still in my ass.  He pats me on the ass as I turn and I walk down to enter the plane.

Stretching to put up my luggage and savoring the feeling of the clips still on my nipples and the plug in my butt, I consider what lucky girl I am.  I sit down, wait until after take-off, swallow the delicious jism in my mouth and ring the bell to order a glass of red wine from the cute little stewardess who had shown me to my seat.   My phone showed one message received as I reached to turn it off, and I took a moment to check it.  It was a text from my Master.  “JUST getting started… many more things are planned for you over the next few days little slut.  I received a good report on you from my friend.  I suggest you pull out the laptop and type up a quick summary for me. You’ll have more to write about later.”

I smiled in pure contentment and followed his commands. Being a good slave has such lovely rewards…

Part III next week… On Loan – Part II

By: moonmagiclady

I pulled my attention out of the clouds and back to the matter at hand with a small frown. The two security guards were looking at me and back at the contents of my bag on the screen. The man was on the phone frowning at me, and I had only a moment to wonder what was in the bag to upset them. The man got off the phone and said something to his female coworker. A moment later she walked over and asked me to follow her. Confused I did as she said and followed her down the corridor to a quiet small room. She left me there to stand by myself and I heard the lock click behind her shutting me into the room. My heart began to pound… being a liberal I have an innate fear of Big Brother and the idea of being locked into the room was making me slightly claustrophobic.

The sound of my cell phone ringing caused me to jump and I flipped it open as soon as I saw my husband’s number. His sexy voice had an underlying amusement as he asked me how things were going. I explained what had happened and asked what was in the bag. Laughing he told me that there were several bondage items that could be very questionable should the guards choose to make it so.

Appalled at the position he had put me in all I could do was try and control my racing heart. Taking deep breaths I thought about it for a moment… My Master wouldn’t place me in any real danger. Therefore, whatever was going on was both “off the record” and probably with someone that he had set this up with beforehand. I steadied my heart by focusing on my knowledge of his love for me and asked him how he thought his slave should handle the situation.

Realizing I had figured out the scenario, my husband laughed and told me what was going on. The head of security that would be coming in to see me shortly was a close friend of my husband’s. As we occasionally do with our close friends, my Master had chosen to share some of our lifestyle with this man. The man had pointed out how he would be interested in hearing this from my own mouth and between them they had arranged this encounter. (Small towns sometimes require subterfuge for games such as ours.)

I was to show him the letter my husband had given to me and explain to him exactly why there would be BDSM equipment in my luggage and the fact that I am a slave. I was to kneel while I explained this. In conclusion I was to lift my skirt and show him the butt plug that was still buried inside me. Then I was to “take care” of any consequences of my giving this information however my husband’s friend saw fit. I barely had time to softly reply with a “Yes Master,” before the door opened and I snapped the phone shut.

The man who had entered was handsome, in his mid to late thirties. His looks said mid, but something about the confident way he moved told me he was slightly older than that, and completely comfortable with that. He could be any local guy who I had passed on the street. The Aloha shirt he was wearing was tasteful and was a perfect contrast to his tanned skin. Racially, around here, his background could be any mixture of a dozen or more Asian and Polynesian races. I blushed, my husband and Master, who is a local boy himself, knows exactly what makes me hot in a man. The man looked at me for a moment, turned the key in the lock and then inquired as to why I was not obeying my Master’s orders.

I instantly dropped to my knees and bowed my head. The dress I was wearing was fairly low cut and the tightness in my nipples was clearly visible through the soft cotton. I was pretty sure that the honey spice scent tickling the air was my juices dripping down my leg.  I steadily explained that my husband was also my Master and that I was his slave to command. Any questions that were asked of me from a soft calm voice I answered promptly and honestly. His quiet easy commands tell me that, like my Master, this is a man who is interested in control… naturally dominant.

I felt the shift in the air as the man straightened to walk over to me. In that same soft voice he orders me to assume the yoga position known as Child Pose (Google it… lol). I obey instantly and he flips the skirt of my dress out of the way to see the anal plug still snugly pushed up into my ass. The man, who I haven’t even been told his name, bends over and uses his fingers to push hard against the plug causing a quiet gasp to escape me.  Laughing quietly, he wipes the dripping juices from my thigh and rubs the wetness across my lips.  I dart my tongue out and savor the taste of the strangers clean skin combined with my juices.

He pulls me back to sit on my heels with my back arched by commanding me to lace my hands behind my head, balling his fist into my hair and slowly moving me into position.  For a moment he frowns at me, and then simply smiles. A slut like me, he explains, certainly requires more time than he has on his hands at the moment to completely savor and conquer.  When I return to the laid-back Big Island, perhaps my Master will permit us to spend more time together.  He pulls tiny clips from the bag that I am STILL clueless as to what else may be inside.  With a light touch causing me to shiver he pulls the top of my dress down to expose my nipples.  A smile playing on his lips, the clips are allowed to snap shut harshly over first one nipple, then the other.  The high keens that escape from between my lips only cause him to smile more.

Glancing at his watch, the man takes the only seat in the room and then orders me to use my mouth to please him.  I slowly crawl across the floor to obey.  Remembering my Master’s order that it is to be as if every minute I am pleasing him, I slide my body up across the man’s crotch, rubbing my clipped breasts hard over her hardening crotch, the sensations driving me to arch my back and thrust my breasts out for further tormenting.  His fingers pinch at my already tormented flesh and then push my mouth down onto his cock.  I suck hard, sliding my mouth in a rhythm that changes just a little every time the man begins to move with me and move closer to his climax.  A skillful blowjob isn’t about getting the man to cum, it’s about making it as enjoyable as possible for as long as pleases him.  If all he wants to do is cum, he can do THAT alone!

The changes in tempo and my hands roving his body bring a soft groan of pleasure from him, and I drag my breasts, the clips a cool sensation against his hot skin, across his cock with the slightest of caresses.  I lick upward and then back around to the base of his shaft before moving over to gently suck on his tight sack.  I love giving head and the more a guy enjoys it, the more I love doing it.  Finally, unable to refrain any more, he pushes me onto my back and pinning me down, begins to fuck my mouth with his full length.  I gag harshly a time or two, before catching his rhythm and being able to move with him.

Snarling a command in the air for me to make sure to not swallow without permission, he begins to push harder into my throat… his weight pushes the clips into the breasts of my flesh, sending additional flashes of pain and pleasure straight to my hungry pussy.  He pulls out of my mouth for a moment to wipe my saliva over my cheeks and then pushes back in to fill my mouth up with his jism. I make sure to not miss a drop, struggling to obey and not swallow which is an almost instinctive response.

As soon as he finishes he assists me to my feet and helps me adjust my dress. Zipping his pants and opening the door to the office, he gives me another one of those small smiles.  Guiding me out the door with a hand around my waist he apologizes loudly enough for those around us to hear for the mix-up with the luggage and offers to escort me personally down to my flight.  I smile sweetly and nod in agreement, just a quiet hippy girl on a business trip, relieved the mix-up is resolved.  Once we reach the boarding area he assures me that he will be in touch with my Master and then kissing me on the cheek with true aloha spirit, he whispers in my ear that I may not swallow for five minutes, and in that time I am to treasure both the cum in my mouth and my Master’s cum still in my ass.  He pats me on the ass as I turn and I walk down to enter the plane.

Stretching to put up my luggage and savoring the feeling of the clips still on my nipples and the plug in my butt, I consider what lucky girl I am.  I sit down, wait until after take-off, swallow the delicious jism in my mouth and ring the bell to order a glass of red wine from the cute little stewardess who had shown me to my seat.   My phone showed one message received as I reached to turn it off, and I took a moment to check it.  It was a text from my Master.  “JUST getting started… many more things are planned for you over the next few days little slut.  I received a good report on you from my friend.  I suggest you pull out the laptop and type up a quick summary for me. You’ll have more to write about later.”

I smiled in pure contentment and followed his commands. Being a good slave has such lovely rewards…

Part III next week…