16-01-2020, 10:36 AM
"Shit! You fight dirty. Ok! You win!" Damn, she was easier than I thought. I'd never give up the chance of being in bed with her again.
Once we parked, I let her walk in front of me for a few steps, enjoying watching the cheeks of her as they moved up and down under the thin T-shirt material. I know undulating is not a sexy word, but it is the only word I can think of that describes the movement of her ass, which is now sexy to me. I can now understand why a woman's ass turns guys on. While not overly obvious, if one paid attention, one would realize she was totally naked beneath the thin cotton.
Just outside the security gate we stopped to say our 'good-byes.' "Why are your nipples so hard, doll?"
Barb looked down and saw the protrusions I was admiring. She quickly raised her arms to shield her breasts from the public. "Be proud of them, Barb. Put your arms down, or I won't kiss you good-by." She lowered her arms. "Now promise me you won't hide those beauts again." She nodded and I gave her a passionate kiss. I wanted to shove my tongue down her throat but knew an airport wasn't an appropriate place to do that.
"I truly enjoyed being with you last night, Barb, and know we will be able to do it again."
"Thank you, Kim. It was the best sex I've ever had with a woman." We laughed, of course, since I was her first.
"Kim?"
"Yes, Barb?"
"I love you."
I didn't have a verbal answer for her since I was already in love with Kelly. I wanted to tell her, "I love you, too," but how do I explain that it wasn't the same as the love I felt for Kelly. Instead, I simply put my hand on her cheek and pecked her lips with mine one more time before turning and saying, "See you next time, doll."
I was breezing through airport security once again, thanks to my TSA Precheck, when the damn metal detector buzzed. I don't understand why this one went off and the first didn't, but that really doesn't matter. I was caught. The TSA agent asked me to step aside for additional screening. Since I knew what would happen when they scanned me with a hand-held wand, I requested a private screening. While waiting for a female TSA agent to become free, I wasn't as nervous as I had expected, because I was becoming more comfortable with my new piercings. I think permitting Barb to see them helped.
After a couple minutes, a female agent approached and asked if I had any companion to accompany me. When I said I didn't, she said she would have another female agent go with us. Once in the private room, they introduced themselves as Margaret and Elizabeth and described the process she had to follow. I quickly admitted to her that I had several piercings that must have set the alarm off. "I still have to wand you. Protocol, you know."
The wand beeped, of course, confirming my metal accessories, but she wouldn't know what they were unless she believed what I had just told her. Margaret, the lead, made a big deal of pulled on a pair of latex gloves and said, "OK, time for a pat-down."
I grinned and started to unbutton my dress beginning at the top. I think my action initially caught Margaret off-guard. She just stood there, staring, until I had three buttons open and my hands on the fourth, before saying, "That isn't necessary, miss. This isn't supposed to be a strip search."
"Oh, I realize that. I just thought it would be helpful if I opened my dress so you can see the jewelry that caused the wand to beep."
With a wide grin, she replied, "Well, yes, it would make things easier, especially since you are volunteering." I quickly unbuttoned the rest of my dress and held it open.
Margaret and Elizabeth both made favorable comments about my jewelry. "What is that small metal plate?" Margaret asked.
I proudly replied, "It is an ID tag. Truthfully, I am a submissive and my mistress is the one who put these on me. She added the ID tag which says I am her property."
"I'll be damned!" she said. "Well, I still have to finish my pat-down of your back and between your legs. Normally I do this with the back of my hand. May I have your permission to use my fingers." She then hesitated and added, "You seem like a reasonable person. We're not in Las Vegas, but can we agree that what happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas?"
I knew this was way beyond protocol and but quickly agreed. I was surprised when she stood in front of me, reached around under my dress and ran her fingers from my shoulders down to my knees.
The next surprise came when she said, "Please spread your legs." She ran her fingers slowly across my vaginal area without penetrating me, then held her hand up for me to see. "You're wet, girl." Smiles crossed the faces of all three of us.
Margaret thanked me for being "so cooperative" and said, "Your search was not quite by the book, but I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.
"Oh, I did. Absolutely!"
"In that case, I want you to know that Elizabeth is also my partner when we are not at work. She and I will be having a long discussion about you, won't we, Lizzy?"
"Yes, ma'am, I am sure we will."
"Do you think I should get you an ID tag like hers, Lizzy?"
"Absolutely, ma'am." I smiled, knowingly.
I commented that I didn't understand why I had set off the alarm on the metal detector. I explained that I had flown here the day before and hadn't set the alarm off at the other airport.
"Oh, that happens all the time. The machines sensitivity can be changed. The FAA sets standards which are checked daily. I am sure there is a slight variance even from day to day on the same machine. I have a friend whose belt buckle sets some machines off, but not others. If you don't want to go through this again, may I recommend changing your rings to plastic the next time you plan to fly?"
"Thank you for the recommendation, ma'am, but the decision is not mine to make. I will mention it to my mistress, but I have a feeling she will stick with the metal, especially after I describe my experience today."
The first thing I did when I arrived at my gate was to find a quiet area nearby where I could call Kelly. It was difficult but I was successful. I couldn't wait to tell her about my experience at the TSA checkpoint. What started out as an embarrassing experience, I now thought as rather funny. In fact, I giggledhed almost continuously while relating every detail, especially when I told her about the agents being an item.
Just before we completed the call, Kelly said, "kimmy, many people might say it is not appropriate for a mistress to say she is sorry, because it could give the impression she has a weak spot. When you called yesterday and told me about your new job, I admonished you and caused you to apologize. What I said was bitchy. Even though I later said I was teasing, I should have expressed how happy I was for you. I apologize. kimmy, and promise I will make it up to you, I am absolutely ecstatic that you will be working permanently at Hunter, and want you to know that I hope you will continue living with me, as my lover, even if you don't renew our contract. If you want to continue living with me, that is."
I was thrilled to know that and told her how much I wanted to be with her, too. I was so happy that, if I were there with her, I would have torn her clothes off, and attacked her with more passion than I probably have.
I had been away less than twenty-four hours yet was thrilled beyond imagination when I saw Kelly waiting for me just outside the security area. To say my heart skipped a beat might be pushing it, but not by much. I literally dropped my carry-on, jumped into her arms and kissed her.
"Don't you think this public display is a little aggressive for a submissive, pet?"
"Oh, My Mistress, I'm so sorry, it's just that it was so great seeing you waiting here for me and..."
"I'm just as happy to see you, too, little one," she interrupted. "And don't worry. I'm just teasing you. Thank you for showing everyone how much you love me. Let's go home so we can finish what you just started." We retrieved my additional suitcases from the carousel and headed for the car.
Kelly opened the trunk so I could put my suitcases in. I immediately smiled because my collar was lying on a white towel in the center. "Want it now, pet?"
"Yes, ma'am! I've missed it more than you can ever know." I touched my necklace substitute. "This is to be a reminder that I belong to you, but it's not the same as your collar."
"You know what to do." I picked the collar up and started to kneel, but Kelly stopped me long enough fold the towel and hand it to me. She knew I was willing to kneel on the rough, dirty pavement for her. "Don't expect this kind of treatment all the time, pet," she said, grinning.
"Please grant me the privilege of wearing your collar, My Mistress." Two cars passed while she removed the temporary necklace and replaced it with the leather collar. I trembled with pride when I heard the padlock snap shut. "Thank you, My Mistress."
"You are most welcome, little one."
Kelly decided that we should eat at home, so we stopped at an oriental restaurant near our house for "take-out." Before exiting the car at the restaurant, she ordered me to open the bottom four buttons and one more at the top of my dress (the top two were already open). The result caused a lot of leg to flash and exposed the inside curves of my breasts. I didn't complain and didn't care. It was what SHE wanted.
Kelly spotted a florist shop as we walked across the strip mall parking lot towards the restaurant. Kelly stopped and said, "I think it would be a wonderful idea if you sent Barb a dozen roses to thank her for being such a wonderful friend and giving you such a good time last night, pet." I agreed and she handed my credit card back. (I had given it to her while we waited at the luggage carousel.) "You may take care of it while I pick up our dinner." I also arranged for a dozen roses to be sent to Kelly, hoping I would not get into too much trouble since I didn't get her approval first. I could always ask her to take it out of my 'allowance.' Thankfully, the store clerk agreed to give me two receipts. I decided I would give it to her after the flowers arrive on Monday.
Once we parked, I let her walk in front of me for a few steps, enjoying watching the cheeks of her as they moved up and down under the thin T-shirt material. I know undulating is not a sexy word, but it is the only word I can think of that describes the movement of her ass, which is now sexy to me. I can now understand why a woman's ass turns guys on. While not overly obvious, if one paid attention, one would realize she was totally naked beneath the thin cotton.
Just outside the security gate we stopped to say our 'good-byes.' "Why are your nipples so hard, doll?"
Barb looked down and saw the protrusions I was admiring. She quickly raised her arms to shield her breasts from the public. "Be proud of them, Barb. Put your arms down, or I won't kiss you good-by." She lowered her arms. "Now promise me you won't hide those beauts again." She nodded and I gave her a passionate kiss. I wanted to shove my tongue down her throat but knew an airport wasn't an appropriate place to do that.
"I truly enjoyed being with you last night, Barb, and know we will be able to do it again."
"Thank you, Kim. It was the best sex I've ever had with a woman." We laughed, of course, since I was her first.
"Kim?"
"Yes, Barb?"
"I love you."
I didn't have a verbal answer for her since I was already in love with Kelly. I wanted to tell her, "I love you, too," but how do I explain that it wasn't the same as the love I felt for Kelly. Instead, I simply put my hand on her cheek and pecked her lips with mine one more time before turning and saying, "See you next time, doll."
I was breezing through airport security once again, thanks to my TSA Precheck, when the damn metal detector buzzed. I don't understand why this one went off and the first didn't, but that really doesn't matter. I was caught. The TSA agent asked me to step aside for additional screening. Since I knew what would happen when they scanned me with a hand-held wand, I requested a private screening. While waiting for a female TSA agent to become free, I wasn't as nervous as I had expected, because I was becoming more comfortable with my new piercings. I think permitting Barb to see them helped.
After a couple minutes, a female agent approached and asked if I had any companion to accompany me. When I said I didn't, she said she would have another female agent go with us. Once in the private room, they introduced themselves as Margaret and Elizabeth and described the process she had to follow. I quickly admitted to her that I had several piercings that must have set the alarm off. "I still have to wand you. Protocol, you know."
The wand beeped, of course, confirming my metal accessories, but she wouldn't know what they were unless she believed what I had just told her. Margaret, the lead, made a big deal of pulled on a pair of latex gloves and said, "OK, time for a pat-down."
I grinned and started to unbutton my dress beginning at the top. I think my action initially caught Margaret off-guard. She just stood there, staring, until I had three buttons open and my hands on the fourth, before saying, "That isn't necessary, miss. This isn't supposed to be a strip search."
"Oh, I realize that. I just thought it would be helpful if I opened my dress so you can see the jewelry that caused the wand to beep."
With a wide grin, she replied, "Well, yes, it would make things easier, especially since you are volunteering." I quickly unbuttoned the rest of my dress and held it open.
Margaret and Elizabeth both made favorable comments about my jewelry. "What is that small metal plate?" Margaret asked.
I proudly replied, "It is an ID tag. Truthfully, I am a submissive and my mistress is the one who put these on me. She added the ID tag which says I am her property."
"I'll be damned!" she said. "Well, I still have to finish my pat-down of your back and between your legs. Normally I do this with the back of my hand. May I have your permission to use my fingers." She then hesitated and added, "You seem like a reasonable person. We're not in Las Vegas, but can we agree that what happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas?"
I knew this was way beyond protocol and but quickly agreed. I was surprised when she stood in front of me, reached around under my dress and ran her fingers from my shoulders down to my knees.
The next surprise came when she said, "Please spread your legs." She ran her fingers slowly across my vaginal area without penetrating me, then held her hand up for me to see. "You're wet, girl." Smiles crossed the faces of all three of us.
Margaret thanked me for being "so cooperative" and said, "Your search was not quite by the book, but I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.
"Oh, I did. Absolutely!"
"In that case, I want you to know that Elizabeth is also my partner when we are not at work. She and I will be having a long discussion about you, won't we, Lizzy?"
"Yes, ma'am, I am sure we will."
"Do you think I should get you an ID tag like hers, Lizzy?"
"Absolutely, ma'am." I smiled, knowingly.
I commented that I didn't understand why I had set off the alarm on the metal detector. I explained that I had flown here the day before and hadn't set the alarm off at the other airport.
"Oh, that happens all the time. The machines sensitivity can be changed. The FAA sets standards which are checked daily. I am sure there is a slight variance even from day to day on the same machine. I have a friend whose belt buckle sets some machines off, but not others. If you don't want to go through this again, may I recommend changing your rings to plastic the next time you plan to fly?"
"Thank you for the recommendation, ma'am, but the decision is not mine to make. I will mention it to my mistress, but I have a feeling she will stick with the metal, especially after I describe my experience today."
The first thing I did when I arrived at my gate was to find a quiet area nearby where I could call Kelly. It was difficult but I was successful. I couldn't wait to tell her about my experience at the TSA checkpoint. What started out as an embarrassing experience, I now thought as rather funny. In fact, I giggledhed almost continuously while relating every detail, especially when I told her about the agents being an item.
Just before we completed the call, Kelly said, "kimmy, many people might say it is not appropriate for a mistress to say she is sorry, because it could give the impression she has a weak spot. When you called yesterday and told me about your new job, I admonished you and caused you to apologize. What I said was bitchy. Even though I later said I was teasing, I should have expressed how happy I was for you. I apologize. kimmy, and promise I will make it up to you, I am absolutely ecstatic that you will be working permanently at Hunter, and want you to know that I hope you will continue living with me, as my lover, even if you don't renew our contract. If you want to continue living with me, that is."
I was thrilled to know that and told her how much I wanted to be with her, too. I was so happy that, if I were there with her, I would have torn her clothes off, and attacked her with more passion than I probably have.
I had been away less than twenty-four hours yet was thrilled beyond imagination when I saw Kelly waiting for me just outside the security area. To say my heart skipped a beat might be pushing it, but not by much. I literally dropped my carry-on, jumped into her arms and kissed her.
"Don't you think this public display is a little aggressive for a submissive, pet?"
"Oh, My Mistress, I'm so sorry, it's just that it was so great seeing you waiting here for me and..."
"I'm just as happy to see you, too, little one," she interrupted. "And don't worry. I'm just teasing you. Thank you for showing everyone how much you love me. Let's go home so we can finish what you just started." We retrieved my additional suitcases from the carousel and headed for the car.
Kelly opened the trunk so I could put my suitcases in. I immediately smiled because my collar was lying on a white towel in the center. "Want it now, pet?"
"Yes, ma'am! I've missed it more than you can ever know." I touched my necklace substitute. "This is to be a reminder that I belong to you, but it's not the same as your collar."
"You know what to do." I picked the collar up and started to kneel, but Kelly stopped me long enough fold the towel and hand it to me. She knew I was willing to kneel on the rough, dirty pavement for her. "Don't expect this kind of treatment all the time, pet," she said, grinning.
"Please grant me the privilege of wearing your collar, My Mistress." Two cars passed while she removed the temporary necklace and replaced it with the leather collar. I trembled with pride when I heard the padlock snap shut. "Thank you, My Mistress."
"You are most welcome, little one."
Kelly decided that we should eat at home, so we stopped at an oriental restaurant near our house for "take-out." Before exiting the car at the restaurant, she ordered me to open the bottom four buttons and one more at the top of my dress (the top two were already open). The result caused a lot of leg to flash and exposed the inside curves of my breasts. I didn't complain and didn't care. It was what SHE wanted.
Kelly spotted a florist shop as we walked across the strip mall parking lot towards the restaurant. Kelly stopped and said, "I think it would be a wonderful idea if you sent Barb a dozen roses to thank her for being such a wonderful friend and giving you such a good time last night, pet." I agreed and she handed my credit card back. (I had given it to her while we waited at the luggage carousel.) "You may take care of it while I pick up our dinner." I also arranged for a dozen roses to be sent to Kelly, hoping I would not get into too much trouble since I didn't get her approval first. I could always ask her to take it out of my 'allowance.' Thankfully, the store clerk agreed to give me two receipts. I decided I would give it to her after the flowers arrive on Monday.
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