Like 89% of relationships, she had met her Dom online. Exactly two years ago today, she agreed to serve him virtually. While the online relationship with her Sir was beautiful and fulfilling, she needed to touch him. She needed to feel the hands she imagined on her body and around her neck in real life. Today was the day she would experience Him truly.
She gazed out the window as the plane landed and rolled along the runway, her heart began to pound against her chest, and she found it suddenly a bit more challenging to catch her breath.
The passengers in front of her began to slowly gather their items and exit the plane. When it came time for her to do the same, she gathered her things methodically and walked off the plane with sweaty hands, hard nipples, and a wet pussy.
The terminal was clean and modern. Lots of shiny surfaces and enticing advertisements. Finally, she spotted a restroom and quickly made her way to the door.
Her Sir was very specific. No panties or bra when they met.
She chose the handicap stall because it had a sink, and she knew she could use the extra space to complete her tasks.
She stepped into the stall, locked the door, and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was pretty. Soft. Feminine. Just like Sir liked. She wore a simple chiffon dress that hugged her curves with strappy sandals and dainty accessories around her ears, neck, and wrists. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and her lips were tinted pink because teasing was every submissive's secret fetish.
Then she began to get to work. She must not keep Him waiting too long.
She lifted her top and pulled her arms through her sleeves. Then she slipped her bra off. Next, she reached up under her dress to remove her panties.
Stunned, she looked at her panties and realized they were very damp. Intrigued, she lifted them to her nose and inhaled softly to smell herself. Yes...Her Sir would be very interested to know about this. She made a quick mental note, packed up her things, then headed out of the stall.
When she reentered the terminal, she felt oddly exposed. No panties. In a dress. In an airport. Geez! What was she thinking? In that moment, the only true thought she had was to hope there wasn't a random breeze to kick up her dress.
Finally, she arrived at baggage claim, retrieved her luggage and headed to Door 3 to meet her Sir. He was very specific in where to find Him.
Just like magic, her Sir was waiting for her in the spot he conveyed.
When her eyes locked with his, she felt her entire body respond. He was everything and more compared to the video chats they shared.
He smiled at her and immediately took her into his arms.
He held her for what seemed like forever, and she just waited until he let her go. Soaking in his scent and the way his arms naturally fit around her. Then he pulled away, locked his eyes onto hers, kissed her hard and fast, and made direct eye contact with her. Next, he simply said, "Get in the car".
Her pussy responed with a tingle and suddenly she felt her pussy juice begin to drip down her inner thighs. She moved to step into the car and noticed that her Sir was standing in her path.
He opened her door, and she moved to step inside.
"How's my pussy?" he asked.
"Wet, Sir", she responded shyly.
"Show me," he said.
She sat down in the car and spread her legs wide to ensure he could see her wet inner thighs.
"You are such a good girl," he responded with lust and hunger in his voice.