Confessions of a dirty girl

She looked outside the small, round window of the plane, watching dreamily as through the thin blanket of white clouds the massive Frankfurt airport was showing up. She felt her heart skip a bit while the nervousness spread through her mind, squirming impatiently in her seat, part due to her excitement, part due to the small vibrator that was tormenting the inner walls of her aching pussy, silently, secretly pulsing inside her, keeping her thoughts set on only one thing: Him. Suddenly the voice of the flight attendant brought her back to the reality..”Please put your seat belts on. We are going to land in 10 minutes!” She carefully wrapped the belt around her thin waist, her gesture automatic and idle, she clenched her thighs together as another orgasm ripped through her body, whispering softly to herself..”10 more minutes and I shall be with Him..” She closed her eyes and breathed slowly just like each time she was on a plane, fighting that strange feeling the change of pressure and altitude were giving her, her stomach reminding her she exaggerated with those free peanuts. At last she heard the noise of the plane’s wheels grazing the landing line. She was there. So close. She was finally going to meet the man in all her fantasies, that man that made her His and turned her into a true woman. 

A shiver ran through her spine as she realized there was no way back. She traveled all the way to Germany just to meet one man. Pure madness. But so was every moment they have spent together so far, always giving her pure bliss and that intense satisfaction of having found a man to dominate her mind, soul and body. She picked up her hand bag and made her way between the other passengers getting out of the plane. She inhaled the fresh spring air and soon her cheeks were flushing with colour once again, as she was losing the pale, sickly shade of her skin. The airport was overwhelming - a labyrinth of stairs and different floors and thousands of people. Some were leaving their significant others, others were just finding themselves at last. Somewhere between them He was waiting for her. 

She walked slowly through the airport trying to find her way, reading through signs and cursing at her poor German..”He will have to teach me sooner or later!”. As she was getting more and more nervous and rather scared it seemed like her steps were smaller and slower. At last she recognized the familiar restroom sign and entered the room hoping to be empty. She checked herself in the big mirror and she shyly practiced her seductive smiles, her pouty lips extending widely as she analyzed herself in detail. She was wearing a long coat with the classic little black dress underneath exposing just enough cleavage to catch the eye without being vulgar, with a small lacy bra cupping her breasts and raising them in a flattering way. Downwards her long legs were wrapped in the thin black stockings, wearing a simple pair of black heels. Nothing in her outfit was even hinting towards the darkness in her thoughts or the vibrator buzzing between the folds of her now drenched sex. She could feel her thighs damp with the wetness already making her feel embarrassed and vulnerable just like each time He made her recite what she was for Him - His whore, His slut, His depraved fucktoy to use as He wished. She checked herself one more time and walked out. She was finally going to meet Him.