Journey to Meet Her Master - A. Ash

Journey to Meet HerMaster
byA. Ash
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Part One
Mandy Quinn glanced around at the crowded
securityline, certain most of her fellow passengers were
staring at her. At least here, the odd gait caused by the pink
orgasm balls tucked away in her pussy and the butt plug
crammed up her ass was less noticeable. All she had to do
was shuffle forward, nudgingher carry-onwithher foot.
As she neared the front of the line, the point of no
return, for one second she considered bolting.
Insanity. This was pure insanity. She'd never even
been on a plane before. And the plane ride was the mild
portionofthis adventure.
Then his voice flashed through her memory. "If you
do not show up, we are completely through. There will be
no more internet play, no more phone sex. Nothing. As
always, pet, the choice is yours. You are the one in control
here."
Her pussy twitched, clenching around the balls as
they shifted. Her face warmed. She handed the security
officer her ID. He read it over, checked her ticket, then
waved her onto the screeningarea.
Past the point ofno return.
**********
Jack Anderson grabbed the phone on the first ring.
"Anderson."
"Boss, that woman you gave us the heads-up on?
Well, she's at securitynow."
"Excellent. I'llbe right there."
Witha bounce inhis step, he headed fromhis office,
down the corridor. Devin Kendrick, an old friend who now
lived onthe East Coast, had asked himfor a favor. And this
was one favor Jack was eager to provide.
At the security checkpoint, he stood to the side,
checking out Devin's latest woman. Nothing overtly slutty
about her. Shoulder lengthbrownhair. Good lookingpair of
tits filled out the form-snuggingblouse she wore. Ass looked
prettygood inthe low-ridingjeans.
Yeah, this was going to be fun. With a covert hand
motion, Jack signaled the screener.
The wand bleeped.
The brunette started. "Whyis that beeping?"
"Youtellme."
"I have no idea."
"Are youwearinganunderwire bra?"
"Yes, but --"
Jack stepped in with a nod to his man. "I'll take it
fromhere, Larry. Miss, ifyouwould just come with me, I'm
sure we can figure this out. Are those her things?" He
jerked his head toward the grayplastic bin.
"Yes, sir."
"Excellent." Jack scooped up the tray and tucked it
under his left arm, then fastened his right fingers securely
around the woman's bicep. "My name is Jack Anderson,
miss, and if you'll accompany me, I'msure we'll get you on
your wayinno time at all."
"But-but --"
"It's in your best interest to cooperate fully with me,
miss." He narrowed his eyes and glared down at her. "You
do want to make your flight, right?"
"Y-yes, I do."
He led her through a set of double doors. Once
inside the hallway, he made an abrupt right, steering her into
a tiny room. Closing the door behind him, he set the tray on
the long table against the wall, then slid a chair away from
the table. He made a big issue of studying her ID. "Amanda
Quinn. Where are youheaded, Miss Quinn?"
"NewYork. Well, actually, the Hamptons."
"Business or pleasure?"
"Uh, well, actually, pleasure."
The girl's face turned scarlet, and Jack swallowed a
laugh. It was a pleasure trip, allright.
"Are you carrying any other metal on your person
besides your underwire bra?"
"No." The scarlet deepened. "Ummm…maybe. I'm
not sure. I don't think so."
"Youdon't think so?" Jack crowded into her space,
closing the gap between them. The scent of lemon body
spray filled his nose. "What does that mean, you don't
know?"
She gulped. "I don't know."
"Look, if you've got some weird body piercing, I
can assure you, I've seen it all. But I don't like the way
you're stalling with me. Makes me think you've got
somethingto hide."
"No, no I don't."
"Then what is it that you don't think is metal, but
might be?"
She lowered her head to stare at her sock-clad feet.
"My…uh…orgasmballs,"she mumbled.
"What? I couldn't hear you."
She cleared her throat. "Orgasmballs. Like BenWa
balls."
"You've got Ben Wa balls in your…" He gestured
to the juncture of her thighs. "Why in the hell are you
travelingona plane like that?"
"The…guyI'mmeetinginNewYork asked me to."
"The guy? Guy? Come on, princess, he must be
more than some guy if he tells you to travel with a set of
balls shoved up your cunt and you do it. Who is he?
Really?" He put his fingers beneathher chinand lifted it until
she met his eyes. He gave her the look Devin had taught
him, had helped him perfect. Master Devin had been the
one to instruct Jack inthe fine art ofDomming.
She half-shuttered her eyes, unwilling to meet his
gaze as she answered. "My…mymaster."
"What? I don't think I heard youcorrectly."
"Mymaster,"she repeated, slightlystronger.
Jack laughed at her obvious discomfort. "I figured it
had to be somethinglike that. You've got submissive written
all over you, girl. Guys like me can just smellsubbies like
you. You hiding anything else at his command? Because
you know, I'm going to have to do a strip search. Ben Wa
balls could just be a clever ruse, a hidingplace for drugs."
"I'mnot smuggling drugs! Or anything else! That's
crazy."
Well, there was some spark in her after all.
"Anythingelse?"
"A-a butt plug."
Jack pressed his lips together. Devinhad told himall
about Mandy, including what she was supposed to have on
at his command, but he hadn't been sure she'd go through
with the anal plug. An anal virgin and quite skittish about it.
Devin had warned Jack to make sure she remained an anal
virgin when she got on the plane or it would be Jack's ass
that paid the price. And Jack knew Devin wasn't above
grabbinga flight to the West Coast just to exact that price.
Mandy's knees trembled as she snuck at peek at the
imposing man in the security uniform. This couldn't be
happening. The heat inher face turned solar-flare hot.
"Well, well. You're quite the slut, aren't you?
Appearances can be deceiving. That's good. It makes the
cavity search so much easier." He released her chin and
stepped away, dragging a chair fromthe table. He turned it
around and straddled it. "I can get you a woman, if you'd
rather, but I assure you, she's rougher than I am. You'd be
better offwithme."
Mandy shrugged. What difference did it make?
She'd be humiliated no matter what.
And then there was the heat building between her
thighs. Heat that said, start the adventure right here. Right
now.
"Great. Then get a move on, unless you want to
miss your flight. I'm betting your Master won't take too
kindly to your not arriving on time, especially because you
couldn't take your clothes offfast enough."
The shakes in her fingers made unbuttoning her
blouse difficult, but Mandy managed it. She slid it off her
shoulders and stood withit inher hands.
"Just toss it onthe table. Bra next."
The front-fastener unsnapped, and she pulled the
cups away, baring her breasts to a complete stranger.
Something about him commanded her obedience, much in
the same way she'd been pulled into obeying her Master.
The tone of his voice, the snap of the commands… It all
pulled onthe submissive part ofher, the slut part ofher.
A strange tremor of excitement raced through her,
and her butt clenched around the plug. But what would
Master say about this? Would he be angry with her? Still,
it wasn't like she had a choice here.
"Nice tits." The man grinned at her. "Now the
jeans."
She shimmied out of her pants, adding them to the
growing pile of her clothes. Without waiting to be told, she
peeled offher lace panties, wellaware that the pink stringto
her orgasm balls dangled between her pussy lips like a
psychedelic tampon string. The lack of support from
removing her pants had her clenching her inner muscles to
keep the balls inplace. "Satisfied?"she asked, arms spread.
"Oh, honey, you'll know when I'm satisfied, believe
me." Coming off the chair, he approached her, taking her
bythe armagain. "Face the table. Take a step back. Spread
your legs." His black shoe kicked at her feet. "Wider.
Good." He laid his palm against the middle of her back.
"Now lean over and put your hands flat on the table.
Terrific. Just like that. Do not move."
He pressed the full length of his body against her,
placing his hands alongside hers on the table. Hot breath
fanned the hair at the back of her neck, and his erection
brushed her flank, thenhe bumped the butt plug, makingher
jump. His deep chuckle sent shivers downher spine.
He ran his hands up her arms, then slid them under
her armpits. Her nipples jumped to attention as he palmed
her breasts, skimming over them, a cursory examination. He
hefted the weight of them, then used his thumb and index
finger to tweak bothnipples.
Moisture flooded her cunt, and Mandy gasped at
the shockingly erotic sensation of being molested by a
perfect stranger. His teeth grazed her shoulder as he
continued to knead her tits. Then he slid his hands to her
back, tracing a path down her ribs to her hips. He twisted,
using his torso to apply pressure to her back, and leaning
over. Ajolt against the butt plugripped a soft yelp fromher.
"Easy,"he crooned, caressingher ass. "Relax."
Without warning, he reached between her legs,
grabbing the string. Mandy barely had time to clamp her
mouth together to keep from shrieking as the orgasm balls
were yanked fromher pussy. Glisteningwithher juices, they
landed onthe table infront ofher. The scent ofcunt and sex
flooded the smallroom.
Fingers probed her opening, spreading moisture
before abruptly plunging deep inside. The security officer
groaned. "Damn. This pussy is tight. No wonder you could
hold onto those balls so well." Two fingers became three,
causinga burningsensationas her skinstretched. He rotated
them inside her vagina, hooking his fingers and scraping
against her g-spot.
Mandyopened her mouth, pantingas the stimulation
drove her toward orgasm. Must not cum, must not cum,
she chanted silently. She forced herselfto think ofsomething
else, to try to ignore the sensations coming fromher clit and
pussy. Ashiver crawled downher spine.
The low rumbling chuckled washed over her again.
"Don't have permission to cum, huh?" Using his body, he
bumped repeatedly against her butt plug in time to the
rhythmofhis hands.
"On-on the plane," she managed to get out. Good
lord, she was a slut. Only a slut would be naked in an
airport security room, trying desperately not to gush allover
a stranger's very talented, coaxing fingers that had entered
her bodyunder the bogus excuse ofa cavitysearch.
On her way to serve a man who intended to
dominate her sexually.
"What?" He sounded amused.
"On the plane. Master said I could cum as many
times as I wanted onthe plane."
"Hmmm…I wonder if we could stretch that. Are
yousure he said plane? Maybe he said trip? Journey?"
"Pl-please, stop. Please. Stop."
Her pleading, and the trembling of her body only
made Jack's cock harder. Leaving offher clit for a moment,
he unzipped his uniform pants and freed his dick, which he
then brushed against her ass cheeks. Straightening, he
leaned over her, speakinglow into her ear. "Did master give
youpermissionto fuck anyone?"
"Fuck?" She swiveled her neck, trying to move
awayfromthe table.
"Don't look at me," he snapped. "And I told you to
hold still." He pushed her back into position, pleased when
she slowly bowed her head. God, how he envied Devin this
one. She was going to be a fun playmate for his old friend.
Maybe, when she came back to the West Coast, Devin
would share her again. "That's right, sweet thing, give in to
the inevitable. I'm going to fuck you, and not only is there
nothingyoucando about it, but you're goingto enjoyit, like
the hornylittle slut youare."
Hand flat, he slammed his palm against the base of
the butt plug, making her cry out. Then he yanked it from
her tight ass, tossingit to the table next to the pleasure balls.
Bending his knees, he wrapped his fingers around his dick,
rubbing the head around her slit, coating it with the moisture
oozing fromher pussy. The muscles in his legs shook as he
fought to contain himself, easing just the tip of his cock
inside her. Withslight, tightlycontrolled flexes ofhis gluts, he
teased her, barelyfuckingher at all.
Untilshe whined her impatience.
Then, grabbing her hips, he slammed himself home,
burying himself to the balls with one hard motion. Twin
groans filled the air, his lower pitched than hers. "Oh, yeah,"
he said, pumpinginto her. "That is one fine cunt, slut."
Still fucking her, he reached for the gray tray on the
table, dragged it closer. Rummaging around until he found
what he wanted, he pulled out her cellphone. "You know, I
think we should give your master a call, make sure he's cool
with this. Maybe he'll even give you permission to cum." A
hard thrust punctuated the finalword.
"Oh, god, no, don't do that. Youcan't do that." She
made a grab for the phone he held aloft.
"Can't? I can fuck you, but I can't make a phone
call? Sweetheart, you're not the one calling the shots here,
and you'd better get used to that idea." He forced her hand
back onto the table. "I told you not to move. Learn to do
what you're told. It willmake things easier onyou." Slowing
his thrusts into her now-slurping cunt, Jack dialed Devin's
number, not even bothering to look for it on her speed dial.
He set the phone to speaker and laid it down on the table,
just infront ofher. Nowthings were reallygoingto get fun.
"Good morning, pet,"said a smooth, lowvoice. "I'm
guessingyou're at the airport now, right?"
Jack dug his fingers into her hips and pounded her
harder. She grunted, then struggled to speak. "Y-yes,
Master."
"And have youobeyed mycommands?"
"Y-yes, Master."
Jack reached around and grabbed her clit, making
her squeal.
"Pet? What's going on? It sounds like you're being
fucked. Are you being fucked, my little slut?" Devin sighed
heavily, makingit seemlike he was disappointed inher.
The girl's head dropped lower. "Y-yes, Master,"
she said softly. "I'msorry, but --"
"Oh, your butt is goingto be sorry, allright. Jack?"
"Yes, Master Devin?"
Her head snapped up and she shot a look of shock
over her shoulder at him. He grinned, slamminghis cock into
her again so hard his balls rocked forward, then slapped
back against his ass.
"So, what do youhave to say?"
"Thanks, Devin, for sharing your slut with me.
Great, tight little cunny. You're going to enjoy breaking this
one in. This one is subbie through and through. Untrained,
doesn't quite know what she's doing, but that's half the fun,
right?"
"I want to see, Jack. I want to see your dick
pounding into the slut's pussy. Use her phone to take a
picture. Send them, and callme back immediately."
Jack retrieved the device, snapping several shots
that showed his cock, glistening with cunt juice, half in, half
out ofthe slut's shaved pussy.And just to torque his friend a
bit, he stuck his left indexfinger inhis mouth, wetting it, then
worked it into her asshole, grabbing a shot of that while she
wiggled and whimpered beneath him. After firing the photos
off to Devin and redialing his number, which was answered
before the first ring even finished, Jack put the phone back
down and set to work on forcing the slut over the edge.
Finger plugged in her ass once again, he reached around
withhis other hand, massagingher clit.
"Oh, oh!" She opened her mouth, panting like the
bitchinheat she was.
"Pet," Devin admonished. "You do not have
permissionto cum. Youknowthat, right?"
"Oh," she whined. "Yes, Master, but please,
please…I need to cum. Please, Master."
"No. This is not about your pleasure. This is about
Jack's pleasure. Tell me, Jack, is she pleasing you? Your
cock looks happyenoughinthese photos. "
Jack grinned wickedly, increasing his efforts on her
clit, sliding it between two fingers as the moisture just
gushed fromthe girl's slit. "Oh, yeah, I'mabout to shoot my
jizzinto this tight cunt, Devin. Sucha slut." He pounded into
her, timingthrusts ofhis finger into her ass to match.
"Oh, Master, please, please…Oh god. Please!"
With that, she started shaking, her cunt spasming around his
dick as the orgasmtook her.
Pushing Jack closer to his own. He yanked his
finger from her ass, grabbed her hips with both hands, and
impaled her, forcing her against the table. Afew more solid
pumps, and he shot his load deep into her cunt.
"Jack? Did Myslut just cumwithout permission?"
Knees trembling, Jack made a few more slow
thrusts into her, even as his dick began to soften. "Yes,
Master Devin, she certainly did." He pushed against her,
knowing what Devin had planned as the next move in their
tightlychoreographed sexscapade.
"Oh, pet." Another deep sigh. "I'mdisappointed."
She leaned her head against the table, and her
shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry, Master," she whispered. "I
couldn't help it."
"I know," he said, understanding and compassion
thick in his voice. Devin knew exactly how to play the
psychological aspects of the game. "I'm going to help you
withthat once youarrive. However, there willstillbe a price
to be paid for your disobedience."
"Yes, Master,"she whispered again.
"Jack? Are youstillinher?"
"I am."
"Good. Pet, when Jack pulls out of you, I want you
to cup your hand beneath your pussy and stand up straight.
Do nothingelse. Do youunderstand?"
"Yes, Master."
Jack withdrew, chuckling under his breath as she
shoved her hand between her legs and straightened up. He
pulled a white handkerchief from his pants pocket and
mopped up his dick, though he would have preferred her
tongue doingthe mopping. But Devinhad other plans.
"Jack, go and get the bag."
"Yougot it, Devin." He leaned over, nippingthe girl
on the shoulder before whispering in her ear, "I'll be right
back. Don't worry about someone walking in and finding
youlike this. I'mlockingthe door behind me."
Mandy blinked back tears of shame and humiliation
as the door clicked closed. Mixed cum dripped into her
palm. This wasn't how she'd imagined the trip to meet her
Master would go. He'd set her up with his friend for this
test, and allready she'd disappointed him. Would he tellher
not to bother getting on the plane? "M-master?" she said,
disconcerted byhis silence onthe cellphone.
"Yes, pet?"
"Are you -- should I -- do you still want me to get
onthe plane?"
"Oh, pet. Of course I do. I'mdisappointed that you
couldn't control yourself. Let's be clear on that. But I know
you tried, and I know you're completely untrained. All
subbies faila test now and again. No one's perfect, after all.
Right?"
"Right."
"With the proper training, which I intend to provide
youwith, you'lldo muchbetter, I assure you."
The door opened, and Jack came back into the
room, carrying a large plastic bag. Uniform lines neat and
tidy, no one would ever know he'd just fucked her brains
out, had her creaming all over his cock even though she'd
tried so hard not to.
"I'mback, Devin,"he announced.
"Excellent. P...