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STORY.50
The Master Chris Collection
ELIZABETH'S ADVENTURE IN CHICAGO
___________________________
The package arrived via Fed-Ex Friday morning. Elizabeth
had been expecting it, but even so, when the Fed-Ex delivery man
dropped the envelope on her desk she jumped.
"Sign here please Ma'am." said the young man.
Elizabeth signed for the package and, with a look over
her shoulder to make sure that no-one was looking, she opened
it. Inside were several things; a letter, a key, a sealed
envelope and an airline ticket. 'Hmmm', thought Liz, 'This
time's he's outdone himself.' The 'he' she was referring to was
Tom, Liz's boyfriend. In the 6 months they had been seeing each
other, Liz had discovered more about excitement and her own
sexuality than in the 25 years previously. Tom was always coming
up with the next "adventure" for them to take on together. It
had been Tom who had introduced Liz to Bondage and to the kind
of games that Mom never told you about. Elizabeth was now a
successful software broker and had opened up her own business
selling software to large companies that needed to buy in bulk.
At the office Liz was always in control and very much her own
woman. To her surprise, Liz had found out that she loved being
the one who was tied up, that she loved being submissive. She
was always excited when Tom had 'instructions' for her. Last
week, Tom had promised her an adventure of "unparalleled
proportions" and to expect her instructions on Friday via
messenger.
Liz opened the letter to find out what she needed to do
next. The letter was a short one and contained her weekend
instructions.
Dearest Slave Liz,
You'll find enclosed all you need to begin your
"adventure". The airline ticket is to Chicago and
the plane leaves at exactly 6:00pm. Don't miss it.
The flight will take a little under 2 1/2 hours.
The return flight, as you can see, will have you
back at work on Monday morning. For your flight,
you are to wear a pretty cocktail dress. It must
have a hemline above your knees and I expect the
fabric to be light enough that I could see through
it if the light were behind you.
When you get on the plane, you are to open the
sealed envelope and follow the instructions inside.
Do NOT open the envelope beforehand.
You'll also find a key in the package I just sent you.
This key is for use in Chicago. Bring it with you.
I love you lots and you can expect this 'adventure'
to be the best yet.
Love, Tom.
Liz's face was flushed and her breathing had quickened
by the time she finished reading the instructions. She would
have to get moving if she wanted time to go home and change
before her flight. She couldn't believe that she was going to
get on a flight to a strange city for a sexual escapade.
By 6:00pm, Liz had managed to pull it all together. She
had left the office a few minutes early and had rushed home to
have a quick shower and change. The only dress she had that fit
the instructions was a light yellow sundress that was strapless.
It was a little out of fashion for November in Chicago, so Liz
put a white sweater over it. A bra was, obviously out of the
question but Liz made up for it was a garter belt and stockings
and a pair of sheer lace panties. She threw some other clothes
into a carry-on bag and rushed to the airport where she just
made her flight. The plane left right on time and as soon as
they had levelled off, Liz reached into her bag for the sealed
letter. There was, thankfully, no one sitting next to her
because Liz was sure that the letter would be very explicit and
she would die of mortification if a stranger read it.
Inside the envelope, as expected, was a letter:
Dearest Slave Liz,
If you have followed your instructions, you are now
winging your way to Chicago where your weekend
adventure will continue. Here are your instructions:
First, as soon as you finish reading this, go to the
plane's washroom. Once in there, remove your bra,
panties and stockings. Do not masturbate. You are
not allowed to masturbate until I tell you. Once you've
taken off your underwear, leave it in the garbage
disposal in the washroom. You won't be needing them.
Next, go back to your seat. When you sit down, lift
your dress so that you are sitting directly on the
fabric of the seat. During the rest of the flight,
write a fantasy of exactly what you'd want to happen
to you in our next adventure. Make sure it is the
most exciting thing you've ever thought of.
When you get to Chicago, walk across from the terminal
into the O'Hare Hilton. It is only a couple of minutes
walk. The key I gave you is for room 310. Go directly
to that room. Once there, remove the rest of your clothes
and hang them up neatly. You'll find a blindfold on the
bed. Put it on and then lie down on the bed, face down
and spread your legs wide apart. Stay like that until
you get further instructions.
Your Loving Master, Tom
Liz was squirming by the time she finished reading the
instructions. She was sure that there was a wet spot on her
dress when she got up to go to the washroom. She had to wait a
moment before getting in.
Inside the tiny airplane washroom, Liz had trouble
trying to get undressed. Finally, she managed to get her panties
and stockings off and stuffed them into the disposal chute. Liz
took a long look at herself in the mirror. She knew that she was
a very pretty 25 year-old. Her sandy blond hair was short and
curly. Her figure was not voluptuous but she liked it. She was
more like a runner, she thought. Her breasts were 35 B's and her
tiny waist and trim hips showed the hours of exercise and
dancing that she did on a regular basis. She took a long deep
breath and left the washroom.
As she moved up the aisle back to her seat, she felt
very exposed. She knew that the men in their seats were looking
at her and she felt like they could see right through her light
cotton dress. She felt a blush hit her face as she finally sat
down. She was about to do up her seat-belt when she remembered
the instruction about how to sit. Liz looked around her to make
sure that no one could see. Everyone seemed preoccupied with
whatever they were doing. As surreptitiously as possible, Liz
pulled the back of her skirt up so that her now bare bottom was
sitting directly on the seat. Finally, she was organized and as
she looked up, she saw one of the stewardesses was looking right
at her. Liz blushed a deep red as the stewardess gave her a
knowing smile. Liz dropped her eyes and buckled up her
seat-belt. She felt the heat of her embarrassment all over her
face and knew she must look like a little girl with her hand in
the cookie jar.
The plane was soon descending into the crowded skies
around Chicago's O'Hare airport. Liz was getting more and more
excited. She read her instructions again and again wondering
what would happen to her once she was naked and blindfolded,
lying on the bed face down. She kept herself busy writing down
the fantasy that Tom had asked her for. She wrote a sizzling
fantasy about being on a tropical island and being captured by
natives who stripped her and subjected her to countless sexual
trials. She was soaking wet by the time the plane landed and she
knew that she would leave a wet spot on the seat when she got
up. As soon as the airplane door opened, Liz scooted out of her
seat and out of the plane, making sure her skirt was pulled down
as she got up. The stewardess who had seen her pulling up her
skirt was at the door and she smiled as Liz came forward. "Have
a nice day Miss." said the pretty flight attendant and Liz
blushed again as she thanked her.
Once out of the plane and into the terminal, Liz found
herself following the mass of people as they headed for the
exit. She asked someone at the Car Rental counter where the
O'Hare was and was told it was right across the street. Five
minutes later, Liz walked into the lobby of the hotel. The
elevators had her on the floor a moment later and then she was
at the door of room 310. She put her key in the door and then,
just as she was turning it, had a thought that maybe she
wouldn't be alone! The thought had her pause but it was too late
now. With a deep breath, Liz pushed the door open and walked in.
Thankfully, the room was empty. The curtains were flung
wide open and Liz wondered if people could see in. Certainly she
could see out very clearly and the idea of taking off her
clothes in such an open environment made her shudder. She
wondered if she was allowed to close the curtains. She figured
not. After all, the rest of the instructions had been so
specific, she was sure that Tom wouldn't have forgotten
something like the curtains. Liz looked around the room and
couldn't find anything in the closet or anything else that said
that Tom was here. In the middle of the bed, however, was a
black silk blindfold.
Liz took one of the closet coat hangers and went to the
bathroom that was positioned right across from the closet. In
the bathroom, hidden from what seemed to be the eyes of all of
Chicago, she slipped out of her dress and heels. Her dress went
onto the hanger and her shoes she held in one hand. She looked
out for a moment from the bathroom then jumped across to the
closet and put her things away. She jumped right back to the
bathroom and took a good look at herself in the mirror. Her
pussy was soaked, she noticed. Last month, during one of their
'adventures', Tom had shaved off all of Liz's pubic hair and he
insisted that she keep it smooth "just like a good slave." When
she looked at her now puffy pussy lips, they were covered with
her juices. Liz wet a hand towel and cleaned herself. In a
couple of minutes she was ready. She knew all this primping was
just putting off the inevitable. Taking a deep breath, she left
the bathroom and scooted onto the large bed in the middle of the
room. The blindfold was still there and Liz quickly pulled it
on, making sure it covered her eyes completely. Then, as
instructed, she lay face down and spread her legs wide apart.
Lying there, not able to see, Liz started to imagine all
kinds of wild things. She imagined that there were people
peering into the room from the window and that she was on
display just like in a zoo. She imagined that there was a video
camera hidden in the corner of the room, watching everything.
She imagined the stewardess from the plane coming into the room
and teasing her and toying with her just like Tom did. The
thoughts didn't stop and the longer she lay there, the more
excited she got. When she finally heard the key in the door, she
was very turned on. 'Would it be Tom?', she wondered. He had
never involved anyone else in their sex games before but he had
threatened to from the first time he had tied her up. The idea
of being helpless to prevent someone from seeing her naked and
exposed turned her on.
The door opened and Liz heard someone walk into the
room. She held her breath, trying to hear everything as though
the sound of the footsteps would tell her that it was her lover
or not. The door closed and the footsteps started walking around
the room. Liz heard the sound of a bag being put down on the
table then the zipper as it was opened. The footsteps carried on
all around the bed, looking at her from every angle. The
unmistakable click of a camera had Liz blush as pictures were
taken of her in this exposing position. Finally the camera was
put down and Liz heard Tom's voice for the first time.
"Hi there my little slave, how are you enjoying your
adventure so far?" Liz sighed with relief, "Oh God!, I had no
idea if it was you or if you had found someone who would take
pictures of me. "
Tom laughed, "Don't talk too soon. I'm going to prepare
you now for an 'examination'."
Liz felt Tom's hands on her wrists as she tried to
digest what he had just said. An examination?, she wondered, by
who? and what would they do? Her mind was a jumble as Tom
attached wrist straps to her and then pulled her hands wide
apart to attach to the corners of the bed. Tom lifted her hips
and pushed several doubled up pillows under her belly and then
had Liz pull her knees wide apart and forward so that she was
straddled on the pillows. More leather straps around her thighs
and ankles made sure she would be staying in position. The
effect of the pose was not lost on Elizabeth who knew that both
her bare pussy lips and her anus were now fully spread and
exposed. Her breasts hung below her so that just her nipples
were touching the bed. The tingling touch of the bedspread on
the sensitive nipples added to Liz's excitement. Finally she was
ready. Tom patted her on her perfectly curved bottom.
"Alright Liz, you're ready for your examination. Just
relax. I'll be leaving the room now, but the next person to walk
in will be examining your body and your submissiveness
thoroughly. Enjoy yourself."
Tom chuckled as Liz heard him leave the room. Her mind
was now running rampant as she imagined what might happen next.
The position she was in was not only completely exposing and
humiliating, she was also helpless to get out of it. She really
had no choice but to submit to whatever would be done to her
next. Each minute seemed like an hour to Liz but finally she
heard the key in the door again. She was breathing heavily as
the door opened and someone walked in. Was it a man or a woman
Liz wondered. Would they be gentle with her? The door closed and
Liz heard the footsteps walking all around her. Her 25 year old
body pulled at the straps holding her wrists in a vain effort to
let herself free. She kept waiting for them to touch her, hoping
they wouldn't and also hoping they would. The first touch of the
cool fingers came at her left breast. Just the tips of the
fingers as they gently grasped her nipple and tugged it away
from her breast. Liz gasped. The touch had been electric. She
felt her nipples stiffen and grow even longer into the fingers
of the stranger. The long cool fingers rolled the nipple back
and forth, teasing it and playing with it until Liz couldn't
stand it any more and moaned out loud.
The fingers left her nipple and just the tips of them
trailed down along her ribcage, tickling her and making her
squirm at the sensation. It was as though every nerve ending in
Liz's body had awakened and was ready to be teased. The fingers
reached Elizabeth's bottom and moved further along the side of
one buttock and down the outside of her thigh. At the back of
her bent knee, the fingers stroked her gently before moving to
her inside thigh and starting to trail upwards. Liz was holding
her breath again waiting for the hand to reach her soaking box.
She felt a trickle of her own juices slide down her leg and
blushed at having so revealed herself to the stranger. The
maddening fingers had reached Elizabeth's pussy and she felt
them stroke the outside of her smooth pussy lips. Her pussy
responded to the teasing by puffing out even further and opening
the hot pink interior lips to the 'examiner'. Just the tip of
one finger touched the wetness inside and Liz gasped as it moved
around slightly. She felt herself pushing her bottom down trying
to get the fingers to touch her hard and sensitive clit but they
didn't oblige.
A fraction of an inch at a time, the finger pushed
itself into Elizabeth, lubricating itself on her juices. Liz let
out a long sigh as the finger penetrated deep inside her. The
finger turned slowly then pulled out, again a fraction of an
inch at a time. Liz felt the hot wet tip of the finger
travelling up her crack and pause at her tiny crinkled opening.
"Oh, no." She pleaded. "Not there." The stranger paid no
heed to the bound woman and slowly pushed the lubricated finger
deep into her bottom. Liz squirmed helplessly in her bonds.
There was nothing she could do to stop this stranger from
violating even her most private opening. The finger slid out and
then pushed in again even deeper. Liz moaned at the feeling.
Back and forth, the penetrating finger turned and touched until
Liz was panting at the sensations running through her body.
Finally it pulled out.
Liz was left, gasping as the stranger moved from behind
her to another part of the room before returning. Again Liz felt
a touch at her anus. This time, the touch was cool. Liz felt the
cool touch of a plastic plug as it was pressed into her. Her
bottom tried to keep out the intruder but without success.
Elizabeth's toes curled as the thick bulge in the middle of the
plug passed inside her and her muscles pulled the rest of the
plug deep into her body. The 'T' shaped handle kept the plug
from disappearing into her completely and the result was that
her tiny virginal anus was kept open, clenching down on the neck
of the white plastic plug. Liz's breath was in short ragged
breaths now. She was sure she would come any minute.
The stranger stepped back. Liz heard the whistle of the
leather strap through the air a split second before it exploded
on her bottom. She cried out more in surprise than pain as the
strap came down again and then again. She was helpless to do
anything but endure as her spanking continued. She had been
spanked by Tom before but this was the first time a strap had
been used on her tight bottom. The strapping left Liz's bottom
hot and red. The pain only lasted a couple of minutes but the
heat remained. It seemed to travel through her body, making her
nipples even more hard and her pussy even more wet. With each
stroke, Liz felt her ass clench down hard on the unyielding plug
still inside her. The sensation seemed to go directly from her
ass to her clitoris. By the time the spanking finished, Liz was
trembling. She had never been so excited in her life. The
stranger moved aside again and a moment later Liz felt a
sensation she would remember for the rest of her life. The plug
in her bottom suddenly came alive!
The plug started to vibrate deep in her bottom and Liz
felt the beginnings of an incredible orgasm. The door suddenly
opened and Liz heard as if from a distance, the strange person
leaving the room. The orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She
cried out again and again as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Her anus clamped down hard on her rectal plug and the sensation
caused her to cry out again as another wave of orgasm took over.
Liz trashed back and forth, pulling frantically at the leather
straps that bound her. She was sure that if the pleasure didn't
stop right now, she would die from it, but still it continued.
She was helpless to stop it. When she was sure she couldn't come
any more another orgasm hit her just as hard as the first and
again she cried out. Finally, exhausted, she lay still, the
rectal plug still causing her to spasm from time to time as it
hummed in her bottom. The vibrations stopped quite suddenly and
Liz felt her whole body relax. Fingers tugged at the silk
blindfold covering her eyes and a moment later daylight poured
in to reveal Tom sitting beside her. Very gently he untied her
from the bed and helped her to lie down. As if in a dream,
Elizabeth looked up into his eyes and smiled.
"It was the best adventure ever", she said drowsily,
"but I'd like to sleep now."
"Yes, have a good sleep," said Tom, "because today's is
only Friday and we have the whole weekend together. Wait until
you see tomorrow's adventure."
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