Airport 2 – The Shiner
^((Tom – English))
^((Tess – an American abroad))
Tess and I were insane by this time. Constantly pushing each other. Deeper, darker. I think this was the darkest of our idiotic ideas. At times it felt like we were going to hell in a hand cart. Except we’d got carried away and set fire to our own hand cart. Leaving us having to hitchhike from the outskirts of Hades. I was in a Tess induced psychosis and the only thing I wanted or needed was more Tess.
Neither of us ever slept through the night. Waking up at 3am was one of many quirks which made us fit so well.”Psst, you awake?”
“Yes, Tom.” That voice lights me up, every time I hear it. We’d spend the next few minutes talking and ‘not-fucking’.
Not-fucking is by far the most vanilla thing we do, and it’s beautiful. I slide inside her, and we chat. We barely rock and neither of us gets anywhere near an orgasm. It’s just a moment in the night. A closeness. We couple. Gwynneth would be proud. The first time, after a couple of minutes I told Tess she ought to go back to sleep. She laughed and said “I will, Tom. As soon as you’re done not fucking me.”
“What do you mean ‘not fucking you’? I can’t get much deeper inside you.”
“You can and you have. But that would involve you fucking me. Goodnight, Tom.” Tess rolled over, leaving me not-fucking dry air.
Before I continue there’s a couple of things I ought to explain. I think it’s fair to say Tess is the driving force for many of the edgier, darker things we do together. I’m always happy to expand her ideas, to work on them and turn them into reality. The time I kept Tess in a cage for 48 hours and fed her only bread and water. That came from a fevered little seed in her mind. Having to pee in the garden, and then, when she comes back inside, being pushed against the wall and beaten for being such a bad dog. That came from the germ of an idea she coughed up. Being walked like a dog, in public. I know exactly where that one came from; watching some awful documentary about show dogs.
“Tom?” she asked. I know that voice so well. In her accent my name somehow rhymes with the word “calm”. And in that moment, I knew it was coming. Our next round of madness.
“Yes, Tess.”
“Anyone can walk a dog on a leash, Tom. But only the best trained animals behave just as well when they’re off the leash. Train me, Tom. Make me your animal. Make me obey. Please, Tom?”
And that was how, three weeks later, we were walking through Heathrow Airport,with me barking commands to Tess. Stay, heel, wait, place. I think “Heel” was my favourite. Having her walk so close, but one half step behind. I’ll tell you that story another time. I only mention it now to explain how and why we chose the airport. We wanted somewhere safe for our public play. Somewhere with busy, transient people who were unlikely to react too badly if we offended them. We also needed the safety that many police and security personnel offer, should anything go wrong.
Now, several months later Tess and I were again not-fucking at three o’clock in the morning. I was about to ask her something bland. Like, should we fly her mother over for Christmas, when she said “Tom?” And we were off. The next round of insanity was about to break free.
“Yes, Tess.”
“Tom, do you think you could give me a black eye? Do you call them black eyes here? You know what I mean?’
*Jesus fucking Christ!*
*Of course we call it a black eye, you crazy fucking bitch. We’re English, not savages.*
*She’s done it. She’s fucking done it. Found the line I won’t cross.*
*You’re the fucking savage, you lunatic. What’s wrong with you?*
My thoughts were abso-fucking-lutely racing. All of that rushed through my mind in a jumbled heart beat. She’s mentioned this sort of thing before. Domestic violence fantasies. It’s my fault, I’ve fed into them by telling her how, when I get home, I’m going to knock her from room to room. We’ve never ever acted any of it out though. It was just two idiots joking within their dynamic.
*A shiner. Sometimes we call it a shiner.*
“No, Tess. I don’t think I could.”
“What if I begged really nicely?”
I laughed. “No sweetie. Not even then. It just doesn’t seem right.”
“Aww, you’re no fun anymore.” And then without skipping a heartbeat, she started over.
“Tom?” It was late and we both needed sleep, but I was helpless in resisting that voice.
“Yes, Tess.”
“What about makeup, Tom? Could you do it then?”
“Sweetie, I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. It’s late. I’m gonna doze.” I kissed her and rolled over.
“But Tom!” Tess protested “I want you to keep not-fucking me. You know, for research purposes.” Even in the dark, and with my back to her I could hear her grinning.
“Be a good girl Tess and go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”
I felt her body warmth as she snuggled up behind me. I shut my eyes and was a nanosecond from sleep when I felt Tess reach over and squeeze my cock.
“We could try not-not-fucking Tom. I’m told it’s kinda nice.” So we did and it was.
In the morning Tess explained her idea. Although “idea” is completely the wrong word. An evolved abomination of deviance and wonder might be a bit closer. The short version is Tess wanted to head back to Heathrow Airport, but this time sporting a fucking great shiner. My role was to act like the sort of abusive arsehole who not only did that sort of thing to his partner, but didn’t much care that people knew it.
“Fuck Tom. I’d be fuckin’ mortified. All those people looking at me, judging me, pitying me. The disdain they’d feel. But they’d also be judging you Tom. Thinking you’re that kind of man. That’s so fucking hot. Could you do it, Tom? Would you want to? I mean not for me Tom. But would you want to?”
“Tess.” I probably sounded more curt than I needed or wanted to be.”Leave me alone for ten minutes. OK, sweetie? Let me think.”
“One thing, Tom?” I was a little annoyed now. I didn’t say anything. Instead I looked at her quizzically. Tess took her cue. “I need to pee. Please may I pee for you?”
Good. An opportunity presents. We’d only been awake a few minutes, and I knew last night’s wine would have left her with a full bladder.
“No. Now go and make me a cup of tea.” Tess’ eyes lit up. She’s such a disgusting little mouse. More correctly, she’s my disgusting little mouse. Tess was already getting off on her own predicament. She almost bounced out of the room.
“And leave the tap running!” I shouted after her. Karma’s gonna get you, every time.
By the time I finished my tea, two things had happened. One, I think I understood how to go about organising what Tess was asking for. Two, Tess was hopping from foot to foot with one hand between her legs.
“Tess?”
“Yes.” Her voice sounded urgent.
“OK, go pee. Slowly! And leave the door open, I want to hear you.” I love forcing her to pee in slow little dribbles. Tess hates that she enjoys it so much. It took almost six minutes of constant grunting, swearing and blasphemy. And the real beauty is her bladder doesn’t empty properly. So half an hour later she has to go again. Slowly. Try it sometime. It’s amazingly frustrating.
An hour later we were in the car on the way to visit my cousin, Jules. To say he’s a character, would be akin to saying Groucho Marx was a bit of a giggle. Jules used to be the quietest, most unassuming guy you, or anyone you know, had ever met. One day he gave notice on his very well paying actuary position, rented a small one bedroom flat, just off Soho, and a star was born. Or as Jules would say “Not just a star. A fucking superstar of drag, darling!” Rochelle di Gasm was born. To give Jules his due, a decade later Rochelle was pretty much at the top of her game.
The door was opened by what I suspect was this week’s boyfriend. A nice young man, with light brown skin, and blonde hair, wearing a sailors uniform. I explained who we were and asked “Does Jules make you wear that?”
“No, the captain does. He gets jolly upset if we take it off.”
I walked into the lounge and greeted Jules. I leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek “He’s not the brightest, is he?”
“No,” said Jules “but so fresh. Just look at him.”
“Jules this is my girlfriend, Tess. Tess, I’d like you to -”
Jules cut me off “Gawd Tess, don’t he go on! Always the same. I’m Julian and this is my friend Sandy. Say ‘Hello’ Sandy.”
“Hello Sand- oh!”
Jules laughed. “Believe it or not there’s a submarine that can’t leave without him.”
Jules turned back to Tess. “So, you want me to paint your face to look like you’ve got a week old shiner?”
“Please Jules. I’d be so happy if you could.”
Jules spent over an hour dabbling at Tess’ left eye. A base of I don’t know what, then browns, greens, blues, a dash of orange, a touch of charcoal, a smudge, a nudge and I kid you not even a lick. By the time he finished it looked like Tess was just getting over a very nasty black eye – the puffy blackness, the swelling looked to have gone down. Leaving behind a myriad of autumn colours. Jules was a master. When Tess finally got to look in the mirror she squealed with delight.
The traffic around Heathrow was pretty good for a Saturday afternoon. Tess was driving, which meant I was on radio duty. trying to find us something to listen to “Fuck me, Tess, Heart FM? When did you become the blandest white woman in England? Any more of this and we might have to revoke your visa.” I thought I was funny, even if nobody else did.
As we approached the sliding doors to enter the airport I took Tess’ right hand and placed it under my left arm, so her fingers lay on top of my bicep. I placed my my right hand on top, clamping her hand in place. We’d been experimenting with this around the same time we were playing with dog commands, and referred to it as her leash. We looked like an old Southern couple, stepping out to take in the air.
Next to the door was a sign reading “THIS IS NOT A SMOKING AREA”. Immediately in front of it was a small cluster of people, who were quite adamant it was. As we walked by I saw a young woman nudge her companion and nod in our direction. I heard her friend say “Fuck. She won’t do that again!” They began giggling. I gave Tess a command “Stay!” I let go of her arm and span round. I stared at the two young women, addressing them sharply. “If she does, she’ll get another one. And she’ll keep fucking getting them until she learns.” The two young women weren’t laughing any more. The smaller, heavier one took half a step back. I was worried I’d over done it already. I really meant them no harm. I turned around, placed Tess’ hand upon my arm, and marched off PDQ. I could hear someone yelling after us, “Hey, who do you think you are. You can’t go -” The airport doors ssshhhed close behind us, chopping off the sounds of the angry old smoker.
“Let’s keep moving. Put a little distance between us and the scene of the crime.” As we walked I could see people staring at us. When they looked at Tess they seemed full of pity. When they looked at me, I was ready. I stared right back at them. Eye contact and my number one glare. Maybe a tiny bit of a scowl. I took long strides, dragging poor Tess along with me by her “leash”. The poor thing was almost skipping to keep up. I never so much as looked at her. Why would I. She’s beneath me. Inconsequential. I kept my head up, and my chest puffed out. The message I conveyed was clear “I don’t care about what you think. I am not a nice man. Don’t fucking test me.” People moved out of our way. Fathers grabbed their children and ushered them in a different direction, away from us. Away from me. It’s utterly intoxicating to weild that sort of power. Just by changing your stance and facial expression. Everyone should try it at least once. It was making me hard.
I thought it was time to check-in with Tess,to see how she was coping. I saw a couple of seats in a secluded corner and made a beeline for them. “OK, let’s break cover and take five.” We sat down together. “How you doing, sweetie? You OK?”
Tess laughed. “I’m fine, Tom. Better than fine. I’m so fucking turned on right now. How are you feeling?”
I took Tess’ hand and pressed it against my groin. “You tell me, lovely girl.”
“Tom?”
Oh, here we go. “Yes, Tess.”
“When we get home, perhaps you’d like to use me? You know, for your pleasure. Because you know that’s all I am, right? A toy, whose only purpose is to serve you?”
Tess was slipping in to super subbie super sub mode. When she reaches that state she’s pliable and very needy.
I was feeling hungry. So I attached Tess’ leash, pulled her in close and gave her a command,”Heel!”. I’d seen a Finklestein’s earlier, which had set off a longing for one of “Arthur Finklestein’s World Famous Roast Beef Sandwiches.”
We were waiting to be seated. “Tess?”
“Uhuh?” It never works when I try. The magic only runs one way.
I took hold of Tess’ hands in mine, “Look at me Tess. I want you to concentrate on me. OK?”
I felt her grip my hands. She looked me in the eye and nodded.
“Tess, this one is going to be a bit more difficult. People are going to be hearing what I’m saying and they’ll be looking at you. Are you ready for that?” She nodded. “Good girl. And I’m taking your voice away. OK, sweetie?” Tess nodded again. We’ve been doing this for long enough now, that Tess knows what I expect of her when I take her voice away. In addition to not being allowed to speak, she is to keep her eyes cast down, not make eye contact with anybody and respond only to my voice.
“Show me how you safe word when you have no voice.”
Tess shot me a look which clearly said “This isn’t my first time out in heels. Stop treating me like an idiot!” and shook her head. I laughed. Tess stopped scowling.
As the Maitre d’ approached I noticed her double take when she saw Tess’ eye. “Been in the wars, Madam?” Tess stood still and stared at the floor. The Maitre d’ and I exchanged glances. I shrugged.
“Do you want to explain what happened?” I asked. Tess shook her head.
“I think the cat’s got her tongue. Maybe she’s a bit shy.” The Maitre d’ seemed a bit unsure of what was happening. Being a professional, she reverted to type and ploughed on regardless.
“Table for two?”
“Yes, please.”
She grabbed two menus and asked us to follow her. I squeezed Tess hand on my arm, and we followed. “Is here OK, by the window?”
“That’s super, thank you.” I took Tess’ hand from my arm. Leaving her standing by the table, and told her “Stay!” I sat with my left side to the window. This meant when Tess sat, her painted eye would be visible to anyone who walked past. Once I was seated and comfortable I looked at Tess, pointed at the empty seat opposite me and said “Sit!” Shortly followed by “Good girl.” I’m not sure who was more embarrassed, Tess or the Maitre d’. She handed each of us a menu. “Errm, your server is James, he’ll be with you in a few minutes. Enjoy your meal.” I heard someone at the table behind me say “Did you see that?” I suspected they were talking about us, but I couldn’t be sure.
A few moments later James arrived to take our order. I ordered the steak sandwich, no pickles, extra horseradish, fries and a small beer. James turned to Tess “And for you, madam?” Tess was wonderful, she didn’t even look at poor James. I interrupted.
“Sorry, it’s James, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, well James. I’m sorry for involving you in what’s clearly a matter of domestic discipline. But do you think she looks like she deserves to eat?’
That voice at the other table again “Oh my god, did you hear that? Unbelievable.”
Another voice, much quieter, “Shhh, he’ll hear you. I mean, he quite obviously gave her that black eye.”
Poor James didn’t know how to handle the situation “Sir, I.. it’s not really for me… I mean… if you -”
“The answer James, is that she does not deserve to eat. So, with that in mind madam will have a bowl of warm water and a soup spoon.”
I heard Tess catch her breath, as she did she muttered “Oh, shit!” She does this when she’s overly excited. It’s more of a reaction than an expression. To be honest, I doubt she was aware she’d said it.
I scowled and asked “Did you just say something?” Tess swallowed hard and shook her head. “Good.” I handed James the menus and thanked him.
That voice again on the other table “Did you hear that? I’m going to say something.”
The companion, “No. Don’t. It doesn’t concern us. Let the staff sort it out.”
I saw James speaking with a chap in a suit. He wore a Finklestein’s name badge on his lapel. I’m guessing he was the manager. He looked in our direction and shrugged. He said something to James who nodded and continued to the kitchen.
I leant forward and spoke quietly to Tess. I didn’t want our neighbours to hear me break cover. “How are you doing? You OK?” Tess didn’t look at me. She just nodded. “James just spoke to the manager about you. Probably telling him what a dirty little cunt you are.” Tess closed her eyes for a second and exhaled. I knew she was centering herself. “Are you wet?” She nodded.
“Very?” More nodding. I smiled and stared out of the window until James returned with my food and and a bowl of warm water for Tess.
As I ate my meal, I very much enjoyed watching Tess finish her warm water. That moment of inspiration came to me as we were being shown to our table. I have no doubt Tess hated that little detail. I’m equally sure she loved every minute of it. Such a public display of how worthless she is. To be forced to consume such a petty and degrading meal in front of everyone else. Every single spoonful reminds her of her station, her place. Lacking the right, and the dignity to make reasonable choices for herself. Instead she has no option but to accept those made for her. Foisted upon her by a callous and sadistic handler. Oh, I was enjoying my day out.
When we finished I called James over. I settled the bill, but gave him a seperate and sizeable gratuity. As I stood up and pressed the cash into his hand I leant forward and said, quietly, “Thank you for putting up with our shit. We’re very grateful.” I then handed him another twenty and indicated the table behind us. “One last thing, Jimmy.”
“Yes, sir?”
“Buy these two a drink on me.”
“Yes, sir.”
I slapped my right thigh twice and called to Tess “Here!” I put her leash back on and marched smartly out of there. As we were leaving I heard a by now familiar voice. It was the more vocal of the two. It was becoming loud and obnoxious, “There’s no way I’m accepting his money. The man’s obviously some sort of sociopath!” I chuckled and squeezed Tess’ hand. My Tess.
We found another quiet corner and sat down. “OK, you can speak again.”
“Thank you, Tom.” Heartbeat. “Tom?”
I know what she’s going to say. For once, I fucking know! I’ve no idea why this made me so happy.
“Yes, Tess.”
“Could I get something to eat, please?”
“Not today, Tess, no. No lunch.”
Her eyes widened and she smiled. We’ve played this game before. Not often, but we have. “OK, Tom. If that’s how you want me to serve you, through hunger, then I will. I’ll go hungry for you.”
“Good girl, thank you. Now, that aside. How are you feeling?”
“You mean apart from having no fucking, lunch Tom? Apart from that?” She laughed. “Apart from the fact you just made me drink water with a spoon. Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”
“Good. Now show me how wet you are.”
Tess snaked a hand inside her waistband. A second later she was showing me two very sticky, wet, grooly fingers, and without prompting licked them clean.
“Well, sweetie, I think our fun here has probably run its course for today. Let’s take a leisurely stroll back to the car.”
“Aw, no. Please, Tom, one more. Please, you can think of something.”
“I can, but not today. Let’s not push our luck too much.”
We walked more slowly on the way back. People were still looking at Tess with a sadness in their eyes. I made eye contact with everyone who came our way. If they didn’t look away immediately, I held their gaze until they did. One little old lady locked eyes with me and we glared at each other until we’d almost passed. *Good for you Gran, you lovely, tough old bird.* At the last second I smiled and gave her a wink. God knows what she thought.
“Tom, may I make a request, please?”
“You can ask, lovely girl. I’ll certainly consider it.”
“In the car, before we get home, could I cum for you, please?”
I was a little surprised, Tess isn’t normally this forward. “You want to cum that badly?”
“Please, Daddy. You know I wouldn’t normally ask. It’s just my clit has its own little heartbeat right now. And I thought it might be nice to do it for you, while you drive.”
“Hmm,give me a minute to think about it.”
“Ok, Daddy, thank you. I know you own it, so if you don’t want me to that’s -”
I stopped and took hold of her hands. She’d called me Daddy twice in as many minutes. I knew when she said she wanted to do this for me she really meant it. She wanted me to have that orgasm as a gift, a thank you for enabling her devious, fucked up idea of parading her around with a black eye. As ever, I decided to take her idea and add my own spin to it.
“Look at me Tess. Concentrate on my voice.” She looked me in the eye and nodded.
“When we get to the car, I want you to take the blanket from out of the back. I’m not going to let you sit in the front, with me. You don’t deserve that. You’re too low, too disgusting. You’re going to lie on the back seat and cover yourself with the blanket. I want you hidden. Do you understand so far?” Tess repeated my instructions back to me.
“Good girl. I want you to edge five times before you cum. And as from this moment, I’m taking your voice away. I don’t mind heavy breathing, but otherwise I don’t want to hear a fucking peep out of you. Anything more and when we get home I’m going to beat you. Understand?” Tess nodded.
” Good. When you’re done, you stay under the blanket. I don’t want to know you’re there. Ok?” Another nod.
About thirty minutes later we were just pulling onto the motorway. I was fairly certain Tess had edged twice already and was approaching her third. She’d been doing very well. Right up until I heard her let out a very quiet “Oh, shit!”
I smiled all the way home.
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. Please feel free to comment and provide feedback. Good, bad, indifferent, I’d love to hear your thoughts.
This is the second story I’ve told about these two. If you like it, you might also like the [first one](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bl09sy/heather_the_churchy_cunt/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x).
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