The start of something intense.

I sat towards the back of the plane, watching everyone file on. I saw her walking towards me, her piercing blue eyes locking on mine. A shy smile coming across her face, her eyes holding my gaze until she looked down at the her phone. She got closer… in my mind I’m screaming at the universe to have her sit with me… she comes closer… but passes… the faint scent of her perfume teasing my senses. Her full figure filling my mind… the dirty thoughts rising in me… and then she was gone.

The next four hours were terrible…. Turbulence, crying babies, stale odors… a fleeting memory of pure beauty sitting somewhere behind me. The plane lands and we disembark. I find my way to my hotel… checking in quickly and then heading down to the bar.

As I sit down at the bar and grab the menu, I see her out of the corner of my eye. She is strutting through the lobby like she owns it. Her confidence outshining every other person in the hotel. She turned and we locked eyes. That shy smile turning into a devilish grin… her high heels clacking on the marble floor, and her sultry strut reinvigorating my desperation that the universe connect us…

She sits at the bar a few stools down… I order a bourbon and tell the bartender that her drink is on me. She smiles politely but concentrates on her phone.. looking up every now and then.. catching each other’s glances.

I work up the courage to engage… fully anticipating a quick rejection. “Some flight, huh?” Oooh YOU MORON I scream in my head… that’s what you lead with…

She must have sensed my lack of confidence… something she wasn’t lacking in. She stood, grabbed her martini, and walked towards the back of the bar. “You coming?” Her words tickled my ears and I blindly followed, almost forgetting my drink. I couldn’t help but stare at her assets. One sexy step in front of the other. My mind returning to the same dirty thoughts as before.

We sit down in a booth. She tells me her name is Caroline and we exchange pleasantries. As I begin to tell her about myself, she abruptly cuts me off… were you staring at my ass on the way over here?

I’m caught off guard but can only answer honestly… “yes”. I eke out.

“Did I say you had permission to do that?”

What was going on… I’d never met someone so sure of themselves, so commanding, so confident in their own essence. I felt my arousal.

“Umm… I didn’t think you.” “Quiet.” Her words cut through me… “ you didn’t ask me… that’s not respectful. I think you need to learn the rules.”

I was confused. She stood up and motioned for me to follow. “Room 2118… 20 minutes.” And she was gone. I couldn’t help but stare as she left. Not at her body… but at her presence. She entered the elevator and disappeared.

I stood there, dumbstruck… I kept repeating to myself “2118… 2118… 2118”. I went up to my room, debating what to do next… I grabbed pen and wrote the room number down. I jumped in the shower, washing off the airplane funk, quickly drying off and getting dressed. I left my room… walking with a purpose.

I found myself standing in front of door 2118. My mind racing, trying to imagine what is going to happen next. I lifted my hand to knock when the door pulled open… my jaw dropped.

She stood before me in a power pose… her raven hair flowing down her face… those piercing blue eyes locked on mine. Her form hugging jeans replaced with thigh high stockings and a dark red mini dress. I could see the garters traveling up her thick thighs. Hinting at what else was beneath her skin tight dress.

“Right on time… good boy.” Her words felt like an ocean swell… taking me by surprise and lifting me off my feet. She stepped aside and I entered, not sure what to expect.

“Sit in the corner”. I quickly walked to the chair placed in the corner of her suite. I surveyed the room and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary luggage, a discarded coat some papers scattered on the desk.

She sat on the edge of the bed,legs crossed, back straight, facing me. “Why did you come up?“ I fumbled for an answer…. “I’m not sure…” Absolute lie.

I knew why I came up… I was intoxicated by her. Her demeanor… her energy.. her absolute beauty… but how to say that without sounding like an idiot…

She broke the silence… “you came up because you’re curious… aren’t you?” You’re curious as what it takes to be with a woman like me… what sort of man can have me… take me… own me…”

The “own me” statement sent a shudder through my spine… her voice had dropped into a sensual growl… I felt that familiar flush course through my body… this woman…

She quickly stood up and sundered over to me… I fixed my posture.. trying to make myself look larger… less intimidated. I am a large man… 6’4”, 280 lbs… fit. But in front of her.. I felt tiny… like she could devour me if she wanted.

She caressed my bearded jawline with her index finger… her perfectly manicured nail cutting through the thick hair and touching the skin… she looked me up and down taking all of me in…

“Well…. Tell me I’m wrong?” She knew me… I had to admit it. “You’re not wrong… I’ve never….” Her hand shot up quickly getting me to stop. “I’m talking now.”

“The truth is no man owns me… no man gets to take me… but some… good boys…. Get to HAVE me…”

I was on the edge of my seat. It was like watching a storm rolling in over the ocean… so beautiful… powerful… captivating… No idea what the storm is going to bring…

“Are you listening?”

Shit…. I had drifted off while fantasizing about this goddess in front of me… “Yes, of course”.

“Yes, what?” … I had to guess… “yes, ma’am.”

There was a slight raise in pitch towards the end of my statement… telling her I had guessed… she frowned at me… only because I had guessed correctly. It’s like she wanted me to get it wrong…

“As I was saying… the men who get to have me get to worship me… get to succumb to my desires… pleasure me… serve me. Only then will you, maybe, get your treat…”

“How does this sound?”

If she expected hesitation or consideration of the terms, she didn’t get it. “Yes… this sounds perfect, ma’am”

What Caroline didn’t know… what I’d never told anyone… was that I’d been fantasizing about a woman like her for a long time… I’d dabbled in erotica, online play, sub/dom porn… but never had the experience I hoped was about to happen….

She motioned for me to stand and told me to remove my clothes. I unbuttoned my shirt and slid my shoes off… I started to unbutton my pants and then I remembered… I had my cage on… fuck…

I’d been locked for months… no key holders, just keeping myself in chastity as part of the fantasy. What would she think… or say? Would this be over? I tried to excuse myself to the bathroom so I could unlock but she stopped me.

“You aren’t doing what I told you, why?”

I unconsciously glanced down at my crotch and before I could say anything her hands were at my belt line and swiftly dropped my pants and boxers. “Oh my…”

“Darling, we can’t play if you’re someone else’s.”

“…ma’am, I’m self caged. I’ve fantasized about someone like you for a long time… and this is an attempt to capture that since I haven’t found anyone.”

She purred lightly… “tell me what you enjoy about it?”

We stood in silence as I tried to think of a lie… anything to admit how helpless I was… how broken I’m afraid of admitting…. Fuck it… I let the truth out.

“Ma’am, I’m a broken man. I spent the last 20 years being the strength, the support, the confidence in a profession that demands you be a stoic figure no matter the situation… I’ve had to make friends with deviants, comfort children who’d lost everything, and parents who’d lost children… I’d locked that away from years but my lock had failed and I’m suffering now…”

“To me, the cage is a way to give up being the support, the strongest person, the pillar of stoicism…. It’s a way for me to not be in charge of my most basic essence…”.

Tears fell from my eyes… my head began to hang down. “I should leave…” I bent down to grab my pants when I saw the toe of her high heeled boot step into the crotch of my pants.

“You’re not going anywhere.” I stood back up and she wrapped her arms around me. I cried on her shoulder. Burying my face into her. My full size absolutely dwarfing her. I hadn’t realized how small she was in comparison. Her confident demeanor made her seem ten feet tall.

After a few minutes I regained my composure. She broke our embrace and grabbed a towel, moistened it with water, and I rubbed my face with the cool cloth.

“Feel better? Do you really want to leave? Or don’t want to finally live out your fantasy?”

I didn’t want to go anywhere… but how do I come back from this. I just ugly cried in front of a complete stranger! I’d never spoken about my demons or my struggles. What was different about this? A stranger who radiated nothing but confidence… but I was beginning to see a hint of caring under that sultry exterior.

“I want to stay, ma’am, if you’ll let me.”

“Good boy. No more of this ma’am thing… I’m not 80. Miss Car please.”

“Yes ma’… (caught myself) Miss Car.”

She lightly pushed me on the chest and I sat back in the chair. She slid her heal between my feet and nudged my knees apart. She leaned forward… bending only at the waist and ran the point of her nail along my metal cage… I could feel the slight vibration of her nail along the steel. My body shuddered and I strained against it. I could see the leaking had started… I suddenly felt a pressure on my chest again as her heel pressed me backwards. She stood there… back to 10’feet tall, pressing her beautiful stiletto against my upper chest, holding me against the back of the chair. “Let’s see how well you can do….” Only touching my leg… pleasure me…”

I began to massage her sexy calf. Rubbing all the tension out of it… I’d slide my large hands upwards onto her thigh… making sure I didn’t go too far up. I moved her foot off my chest and placed it against the back of the chair. I began kissing her heel, kissing her feet… worshiping every inch where she let me… each time I felt a bit bolder and slide higher on her creamy thigh, finally sliding a finger under the hem of her tight dress.

Her foot came down quickly… the toe just catching the tip of my cage… I yelped at the sting. “What did I say? ONLY touching my leg… remember?”

“Yes Miss Car. May I have the other leg? “

A grin appeared on her beautiful face… “that’s better… yes you may.”

I repeated on the other leg.. careful to not go too high. After a few minutes she put her foot down by my cage. She gave it a light flick with her toe. Causing a light dribble to escape and slide onto her toes.

“Clean that up.”

I dropped off the chair and immediately licked her toes clean. She purred “good boy”. I felt a swell in my chest again.

“Go lay on the bed… back against the headboard.”

I jump up and do as I’m told… no hesitation, no question. I’m excited for anything and everything that is going to happen…

Naked, back pressed against the headboard, she came over and straddled me. She reached down and swiftly pulled her dress over hear head. Underneath was breathtaking. A black lace bra that barely covered her gorgeous full breasts. I had been right about the garter holding up her stockings… and a sexy pair of lace panties with red accents that matched her dress.

She reached back and undid her bra, unleashing her breasts and I saw them spill out perfectly.

She leaned forward, offering one to me. I brought my hands up and she swatted them away… “no hands… prove what that mouth can do.”

I reached out with my tongue and grazed her pink nipple… her taste was exquisite. Her soft skin tightening slightly as my tongue left some moisture on it. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and lashed it with my tongue. Sucking gently and nibbling. I heard a soft moan escape her lips.

I released her nipple and switched to the other breast. Repeating my efforts with a bit more force. A louder moan escaped… I bit down a bit harder and she sucked in some breath. Before she could admonish me I swished my tongue over her nipple to soothe it… she melted slightly into my lap. I could feel the wetness of her panties pressing on my cage. I could smell her intoxicating aroma. I knew I had to do everything to please this woman.

I released her nipple, kissing and lightly biting her breasts. Every so often, I’d bring her nipple in my mouth and raise my head… holding the weight of her breast by her nipple… causing her to gasp and grind into me, before I’d let it pop out of my mouth. I’d have kept going forever before she stopped me.

“Mmmm you are being such a good boy… don’t think you deserve a reward?”

“No Miss Car… I just want to please you.” … wait, what just came out of my mouth!!!! Of course I wanted a reward. I wanted to get a handjob… a blowjob… to FUCK, right? Right?

NO…. All I wanted in that moment was to please this woman. To focus every ounce of my being with her.

A smile grew on her face… “And that’s why you get a reward.” She slid her panties down her thighs and turned them inside out. She held them up to my nose and I breathed in her essence. Absolute heaven… my cage grew tighter… more flowed from me….

“Open your mouth…”

I did as I was told and she stuffed them in… she lifted my chin to close my mouth and she pushed me back against the headboard. She leaned down and ran her tongue along my cage… the metal keeping her from licking me… but the edges of her tongue grazed my skin…. I resisted the urge to thrust up… instead sitting on my hands. She noticed….

“Having issues?” She chuckled…

“No Miss Car… just keeping myself in check.”

“I see…” she climbed off me. “lay down.” I did without hesitation.

She went over to her bag and grabbed something… “roll over”. I did and I felt her grab my wrist… the cool steel pressing against my skin…. I quickly realized… handcuffs.

Oh fuck…. I barely know this woman. Am I going to let this happen? She must have sensed my hesitation….

“It’s ok… they can break apart if you need to get out… you’re safe.”

I calmed down. I decided to trust.

She locked the second wrist and pulled my shoulder so I was on my back again. I adjusted my shoulders to get some sense of comfort.

She came back over and traced her finger from my toe to my thigh to my cock to my nipple to my lips. She lightly kissed me and then dragged her tongue over my bottom lip.

Without word she climbed on the bed, turned around and sat down on my face. She rubbed her wet slit on me and a stern command came…. “Lick.”

My tongue drove into her folds and I was immediately rewarded with her intoxicating taste. I instinctively tried to pull my hands out from under me but couldn’t. She would lift up and my head would follow… trying desperately to stay in contact. I found her clit and after swirling my tongue around it, coaxing her out, I sucked in… hard. She gasped and ground her pussy into my face. A guttural groan escaping her body as she hissed “fuck yes…. Good boy….”

She leaned forward and licked my balls, which were covered in my precum. She snaked her tongue between the bars of my cage. More pressure… more urge to escape… more precum leaking out.

She sat back up and slid slightly forward. I took advantage and switched to her back door… rimming around before snaking my tongue in.

She wasn’t expecting it and lifted off my face. “Mmmm bad boy… “she playfully laughed and slapped my balls.

She slid back up and my tongue was back in her dripping slit. I licked and sucked and kissed until I felt my jaw was going to fall off. But I focused on her breathing… it was ragged… and panting…. She was about to cum.

I doubled my efforts. Finding her clit again I ducked it in and lashed at it with my tongue. I rubbed my course beard against her delicate skin and she sat back, applying more pressure.

“Yes… don’t fucking stop…”. She came like a freight train. My face covered in her essence. She ground down onto me and I used the pressure to get deeper, pulling her delicious cream from her depths.

She fell to the side, panting… once she calmed, she slid up to me and kissed me passionately. Tasting herself on my tongue.

“Mmmmm, delicious. Now… where is your key?”

I motioned towards the pile of my clothes… “right pants pocket. Small slender silver key.”

She quickly found it, climbed back on the bed, and straddled my lower legs. She lightly caressed my thighs and slid delicate hands up and grasped my caged cock…. “You did such a good job. Now you absolutely get a reward.”

She swiftly unlocked my cage and slid the device off… now free… it quickly filled and hardened. She left the ring on saying it will keep things from going too quickly.

She bent down and took me into her mouth. He tongue bathing my head and shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Drawing me further in.

Id never been so aroused. Never felt such pleasure. Never fought harder to keep from cumming. I wanted this to last… and so did she.

She slowed down… trading her hard sucks for light kisses. Her tongue swirls for soft blows of air. She sat up, slid forward and lowered her dripping pussy onto me. Taking me in and grinding down on me.

My hands, still bound behind me, pulled hard against their restriction. I fought the urge to snap them… fought the urge to take over… I was hers to use. Hers to own….

She rode me… softly at first but then harder and harder. She came again… her tight tunnel clamping down on me. That was all I could take.

“I’m going to cum!” She got off and swooped down, taking me into her mouth. I filled her… rope after rope of hot filling her mouth. The ropes turning to dribbles… then just spasms. She came back up to my head and kissed me. Pushing my cum into my mouth and swirling it around with her tongue. The taste of us both mixing together

She uncuffed my arms and she held me. Calling me a good boy more times than I could remember. We showered together. I made sure to wash her gently… she let me taste her again… a slow lazy orgasm under the cascading water.

She locked me back up… kissing the tip of my cage. She took the key and slid it in her pocket… “you’re mine now”.

We fell asleep together. She lightly stroking my head….

When we awoke, Miss Car was gone, my wife, Clara lying next to me. Her raven hair and piercing blue eyes filled with passion as they focused on me.

“Good morning, my love. How did you sleep?”

“Perfectly… let’s grab some coffee.”

I had work to do for the trip so I went about my day. My wife spending time touring the city.

I received a text during my final meeting….

‘Miss Car expects you back in 20 minutes… or we start without you…’

“We?”