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Elizabeth's Adventure in Chicago #50
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 that 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 remember 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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