“Stand still,” Sir warned as I squirmed a bit. My back was flat against the bedroom wall and he was chaining my nipple jewelry from cute little dangling butterflies to simple rings connected by a fairly heavy chain. The chain was cold, hence the cause of the wiggling. Once on, the weight of the chain tugged slightly at my nipples.

Last night Sir had asked if I would consent to be completely submissive today. “If that works, I will ask if you would be my Alpha sub for the entire week,” he’d gone on to explain.

Alpha sub. For us, this meant that I tacitly agreed to everything he asked of me unless I used my safeword. I would refer to him as Sir or Mister Moorehead rather than his given name, he would set any additional rules, and I would be disciplined firmly and immediately for any infraction. I agreed.

Once the chain was in place he had me turn around, hands on the wall, feet about 2 feet out and spread wide. Without ceremony, he inserted lube into my ass and scissored his fingers. I moaned with pleasure.

“Sir?”

“hmmmm?”

“Do I have permission to come at will?”

Normally this is a given, but since we’re playing Alpha sub, I needed to be sure. He pulled his fingers free and slammed in his cock, balls deep. I yelped with surprise. he leaned over me and whispered, “That, Avery, is a requirement.”

I exploded around his cock. He laughed and continued to fuck me, pulling on my chains, keeping me in an orgasmic state until he filled my ass with his cream.

“Don’t move,” he ordered as he pulled free of my body.

“No,” I whispered, feeling bereft without his fullness. I heard him chuckle. Then, a cold, hard plug filled the space he had just vacated.

“There,” he said. “That should keep you filled for the time being. We’re going out. Put the dress on that’s on the bed and some sandals.”

Moments later we were in his Jag. To my surprise, he parked at the airport door, grabbed a bag from the trunk, and tossed his keys to a waiting valet.

“Sir,” I murmured as he strode to airport security, “I have metal in and on me.”

He raised his eyebrow and growled, “Are you questioning me?”

I blushed and shook my head. Sir ushered me to an agent for priority patrons, the people who actually owned their own private jets. The agent was handsome and big, standing at 6’3″ with enormous hands. He ushered me into a private room when his metal detecting wand beeped across my nipples and ass.

“Mr. Moorehead, please wait in this viewing chamber,” the agent stated. “Ma’am, you’ll need to come with me.”

I gaped and stared at Sir as the man grabbed me gently by my upper arm and led me into a cold, tiny room which held an examination table, a chair, a small sink with a cabinet above it, and what I assumed was a two way mirror.

“I need to you remove your dress then lie on the table Ma’am.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

He grinned at me and said, “If you want to suffer the consequences, sure.”

I gulped and shook my head. Sir had arranged for all of this and, I had no doubt, was watching to be sure I obeyed.

I obeyed.

The table was short, so only my ass to head fit, leaving my legs to dangle off the edge. The agent put on gloves then ran his hands down my body. He then lifted my chains and tugged upward. I moaned. He tugged harder and higher. I moaned louder and felt my own wetness begin to leak. “Ma’am? I need you to keep your hands at your sides or I will cuff you.”

I tried. Really, but I couldn’t keep still. He cuffed my wrists to the side of the table. “Just for good measure,” he murmured and I felt him cuff my ankles to the table legs. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. He ran a finger around the inside of my mouth then placed the chain between my teeth, maintaining a tight tension on my nipples. “Close.”

I closed my mouth.

He sat in the chair directly in front of my splayed legs. He flicked the metal plug and I jumped. More wetness gushed out of me. He laughed. Next, he inserted three fingers deep inside my pussy. “First, I have to check this body cavity. Thoroughly.”

I thrashed as he curled his fingers and tickled my gspot. I closed my eyes as pleasure washed over me. He added another finger. His digits were so thick and big I thought I would be ripped in half. Still, I’d die a well pleased woman if that happened!

Suddenly, he whipped his fingers from my body. I gasped in shock. Still, he wasn’t finished. “Looks like there’s only one more cavity to search.”

Quickly, he pulled the metal plug from my body. He washed it and placed it in a cooler I hadn’t noticed at first. He replaced his gloves with clean ones and squirted lube onto three fingers. Again, he sat in front of my splayed legs and pressed a hand down on my mound before slowly inserting his three greasy fingers into my anus.

I felt the tingle first, my eyes going wide and staring into his. “You may have already guessed that Jack and I are old friends,” he began conversationally. “Yes, he’s behind that mirror watching intently. Good thing, by the way, that you asked if you could ask me a question. Had you just gone ahead with the question first, I had orders to cane your pretty ass.”

The tingling had gone from a slight sensation to an intense burn. I began to pant as he finger fucked my ass. “So far, though, no punishments for you. However, I’m to tell you that you are NOT to have anymore than ONE orgasm. Should have mentioned that earlier, since you’ve already had one, huh?” He grinned manically.

I groaned and turned my head to the mirror, causing a tighter pull on my nipples. Sweat covered my body as I fought for control. I lost the battle as the agent continued to forcefully finger fuck my ass. Tears streamed down my face, humiliated at my failure.

“Oh, what a shame!” he murmured humorously. “Punishment time!”

He removed his fingers only to replace his gloves one more time. He reached down to the cooler next to him and held up an object. “I’m going to coat this petal plug, inside and out, with more of the ginger infused lube I just used on you. Then, when it’s inside of you, I’m going to partially open it and lock it in place. Naturally, I’ll hand the key over to Jack. You won’t actually be able to sit with this in, but you can kneel, stand, or lie down. Goes without saying, you won’t be able to remove this monster without unlocking it. Ready?”

I didn’t bother to answer. Of course I was ready. He was right. It WAS a monster. Then, just for good measure, he swiped a bit of the ginger infused lube inside of my vagina and across my clit. By the time I was returned to Sir, I was glassy eyed with pleasure.

There was a moment of awkwardness when we entered Sir’s private plan. Since I couldn’t sit, I wasn’t sure how I’d be buckled in. Sir, of course, had seen to this. He had me lie on the bed in the private bedroom area and bound me above my chest, my waist, my thighs, and my ankles. I was completely immobilized.

“By the way, the fact that you are wearing that dress is a testament to my respect for the pilot’s sensitivities, not yours. This will be the last time you are alone with me and clothed today, possibly for the week. That depends on you,” he explained as he tightened my four seat belts. Then, he bent down to kiss me before closing the door and taking his own seat.

“Oh!” he shouted through the closed door, “We will be in flight for about three hours. try to get some sleep. You’re going to need it!”

Truer words were never spoken.