For My Owner 2 - Sex Stories

For My Owner 2

The plane has touched down. I sit and wait, trembling and shivering. I know that I am in for something I have never experienced, but I am not sure exactly what to expect. I know he has come a long way to be with me, though…and I had better please him. The doors are open now, and the people are coming through. Tourists (why the fuck would you vacation in Winnipeg?!?), business types, Winnipeggers returning from exotic locales, and one twisted fuck who simply wants to rip me from stem to stern. My darling Sir. I can feel my pussy throb at the sight of him, and I feel myself blush and flush. My legs feel weak as I stand to meet him. I have done as he said, and am wearing a pretty sun dress. Of course, I am not wearing any panties, because he likes it when I am on the edge of being exposed at all times. I look like a sweet girl, but he knows otherwise. He looks like a regular man, but I know otherwise. He steps close and looks me over. I stand still as he looks. He tells me in a low voice to turn around for him. The other people fade into the background, busy with their loved ones or just wanting to get to their hotel rooms. Nobody is watching me but him. Once I have done a quick 360 for him, he smiles and comes closer. He pulls me close and hugs me fiercely. I hold on to my Owner and tell him how happy I am to have him here so that I can please him in person. I am so happy to have him here, to tell me what to do, to let me shut down my brain as he takes what he wants and ...

... deserves. He is my everything. I live to make him happy. I just want to make him proud and happy. Our embrace ends as the luggage starts appearing on the carousel. By some absolute stroke of good luck, his bag is one of the first ones to come along. He points it out, and I pick it up and put it on the cart, being careful to bend over just enough to show a bit too much (in most peoples’ eyes). When I turn to him, he is smiling. He gives me a side-hug as I come back to him, and brushes my ear with his lips as he says in a low voice, “Good girl. Such a lovely little cock holster”. I feel a shudder of excitement run through my body as his mouth is that close to me once again. He knows it. He feels it. I lead the way out of the airport and towards the Stormtrooper. I feel his hand on my low back, moving down to my fat ass cheeks. He makes a low growling-type noise as he squeezes and pinches them. He tells me to walk ahead of him for a bit, and to make sure to swing my wide hips in the exaggerated way that he loves. I do as I am asked while he follows and watches. I can feel his eyes on me as my rump sways and bounces. He lets out a whistle, signalling for me to stop and stay. I do so and he steps back up to my side. He slaps my ass as he gives me a quick kiss on the forehead. He tells me I did well as he smiles and melts me. We are at the car. I open the back and load in his back as he runs his hand up and under my dress. As I feel his hand on my thigh, I start to tremble all over again. ...