Repressed Submissive
As a single mother of two, Deena had assumed that the submissive life she had always longed for was never going to happen for her. By the time her youngest was in college she'd be 45. No Dom would be interested in a grey haired wrinkled old sub. So she just enjoyed watching it in porn and fantasizing about it in her mind.
Since she was a little girl she had been a submissive. When her friends wanted to play school, or secretary, or baby dolls, she was secretly wishing to be a kidnapped princess, or a sex slave.
As a teen she was attracted to older men who wore chains and leather. They were mostly bikers, who did not mind a little rough play, but also were not able to perceive her true needs. Even she did not know those yet.
Then she met Brian, who was just aloof enough to get her, and too vanilla to keep her. They had been married for 5 years. They worked hard to keep the marriage alive. But it was not a good match. Now Brian is in a cult in Morocco with absolutely no contact with Deena or his kids.
That was fine with her. She was able to raise them so far with just the help of her friends and family.
But once in a while she would wish for a man, big and strong, to come take control. Someone who could introduce her to this strage wonderful world of domination and submission. But there was no place for that world in her world.
And so she fantasized. She imagined herself as a submissive. She wrote scene after scene in her head. She had put herself into kingly courts, and dirty prisons. She had served men and women of all colors. She had served rooms of horny drunk men as well as loud horny women.
Her kink was humiliation with pain on the side. And she had explored the online world just enough to know she wanted to try it for real someday.
Often after her kids got on the bus in the mornings, she would settle into her recliner or bed and find a good porn video or erotic story to enjoy. She liked to edge herself for about 30 minutes to an hour before giving in and losing control. She would prolong her orgasm until it was a like an earthquake. Her body would shake and spasm as she kept pushing more and more until finally she would erupt with a loud moan. Then she would begin her day as an online travel agent.
She stood in front of her mirror. Her body had definitely become more curvy since the kids, but she thought it was still pleasing. She held her breasts up. There had been a time when they were perky and supple. Now, though still nice, they hung a little lower than they had. At least now she had nipples that were bigger and more sensitive. She tweaked them now to give herself a few seconds of pleasure. The feeling was exquisite and then and there she decided to put on her nipple clamps. She was heading to Chicago today for a corporate meeting and would spend many hours on layover in Charlotte. Why not give herself some stimulation?
She attached the clamps and loosened them from her normal setting knowing that long term stimulation would require slowly adding pressure throughout the day. She threw her vibrator and lube in her backpack too, just in case.
Her kids would stay with their grandparents for the next 4 days. Deena was planning on attending just enough meetings to make her vacation legitimate, but had plans to also lounge by the pool, sleep late, and catch up on current movies.
Just before she stepped into the TSA metal detector she remembered the nipple clamps. The young man, Clay, reviewing the monitor looked her up and down and raised his eyebrows, then gave her a smile. He then came close and said if she was wearing any jewelry under her clothes she'd need to remove it. He held out his hand.
She looked around nervously. There were not many people around and no one was paying attention to her. She reached down her shirt, beneath her bra and began loosening the left clamp. The blood rushing to her nipples had her inhale sharply from the pain. Again he raised a brow and smirked. She loosened the other side determined not to react but by now her face was crimson. And she may have been just a little wet under her panties. She held out the clamps. He went to put them in the box with her personal belongings and told her to come through again. Then he went to the baggage machine to check the luggage contents. He looked at her again. Ma'am do you have more than 3 oz. of liquid in your carry-on? She didnt think so, she always had her toiletries ready for travel.
I dont believe so.
I'm going to have to check.
As soon as he unzipped the front pocket of her backpack she remembered the vibrator and lube. The vibrator was a very large, pink, penis shaped silicone vibrator. And he held it in his gloved hand as he pulled out the lube with the other.
The look he gave her was pure torture. It was as if he could read her kinky dirty mind. Her face reddened even more.
I'm going to have to keep this ma'am. At first she thought he meant her vibrator and she looked at it with panic. No ma'am this. He indicated the bottle if oil.
Oh, yes, okay. I'm sorry. I wasnt thinking right this morning.
He laughed softly. Yes ma'am. He put the pink vibrator back into the pocket and held the bag out to her. He gave her a knowing smile as she thanked him and turned away.
The experience was embarrassing but amazingly stimulating. Her body was starting to throb with lust. Her mind went to a scenario where that boy had her go into a private room to show him how she used the pink vibrator. He helped her fuck herself with it and then fucked her ass himself to teach her a lesson about being prepared at the airport. After 20 minutes of sitting in the waiting area, she was sopping wet and aching with desire. TSA Clay was a wild man in her fantasy. She decided to go to the restroom to reapply her clamps. By the time she got to the hotel in Chicago she would be ready to explode. She enjoyed being horny.
The flight from her small hometown to Chatlotte was quiet and short. She had lunch at a bar in the airport and struck up a conversation with a young blond sitting at the bar. They were both going to Chicago. The lady, Claire, was visiting her long distance boyfriend for the week. She looked ravishing. Her blonde wavy hair hung perfectly down her body. Her short skirt displayed gorgeous legs. And her tight shirt showed beautiful breasts which were not bound by any unnecessary bra.
Deena was hetero but definitely appreciated the female body.
Claire was about 25 with a southern accent and a fuck-me demeanor. Every move she made was sensual, from the way she drank her drink, to the way she stretched her arms and neck.
Deena noticed her stretching and commented.
"Stiff from the plane ride?"
"Yeah", Claire remarked.
"And just another 2 and a half hours to go."
"Maybe your boyfriend will rub your neck", Deena said with a wink.
Claire thought about it and said, "yeah I doubt it."
Deena looked at her surprised. Most men would love to rub on this woman and make her moan with pain/pleasure.
Claire noticed the confusion and said something that had Deena speechless.
"He will probably have me on my knees for the first 3 hours I'm there."
Deena had no idea how to respond. Claire watched her reaction with a bit of mischief in her eyes.
"I am his submissive. I serve him sexually and he loves to get blown."
She said this with no shame or fear. Deena was still speechless but her pussy clenched. Her mouth became dry and she licked her lips.
Claire laughed.
"You're no stranger to those kinds of games are you?"
Then she stared at Deena's breast and indicated that she saw something other might miss.
"That looks like nipple clamps to me."
Deena inhaled sharply and turned red.
"Oh my god", she started to cover her breasts.
"I'm so embarrassed".
Claire laughed.
"Dont worry, no one else would know. It looks like you have a shirt on under that one. And no need to be embarrassed in front of me. I just told you I'm a submissive. You know what that means right?"
Deena told Clair all about her own desires and fears as far as D/s went. She asked many questions. She found out that Claire had been a sub for her master for 2 years. They had only been together in person about a dozen times. Most of their play times were online. Deena had no idea that was even a thing. But Claire said online D/s relationships were very common. Claire wrote down some apps where Deena could meet people interested in online and long distance relationships within the bdsm community. By the time they parted to board the plane Deena was squirming and excited to go explore this new option.
