His West Coast Domina, Part 2 [femdom] [bdsm] [oc] [new] [humiliation] [f30/m43]

“Umm, I’m on my way to visit her, she’s just looking for a video to see that I’m okay and on my way,” he said in a very unconvincing way. “That’s all, just wants to make sure all is okay.”

“Show me. Show me the video she’s expecting,” she said semi-playfully. “Show me or I will say you were staring at me with your hand in your pants when you made that little mess in your pants.”

He was so embarrassed, he could feel it in his cheeks, but he knew if she was at all serious about the second part, he’d end up in handcuffs – and not the good kind. He unlocked his phone, went to the videos and handed it to her.

“You’re sick,” she said disgustingly, but in a hushed tone. “Let me get this straight. You went in the bathroom, wanked off and instead of finishing; like a normal man, you walked back through first class with a hard on?”

He was bright red, and just simply hung his head as she handed him back the phone.

“Better hurry up and send that video. Don’t want to keep Mommy Domme waiting,” she laughed. “I can’t wait to see what else she asks you for.”

He sent the video, and almost immediately received a reply reminding him he’d forgot to send a picture that it was in tact when he got back to his seat. She noticed there was a text exchange going on and immediately asked what she said.

“Well, I was supposed to take a picture to prove that I was still hard when I got back to my seat, and with everything happening, I forgot,” he replied in a dejected voice. “I just forgot.”

She pulled back his blanket to reveal that he was still hard, and snapped a picture with her own phone.

“There you go, now let me know where I should send this,” she said feeling quite proud of herself. “I think it’s a pretty good one if I’d say so myself.”

“Oh, well you can airdrop it to me, I’m ‘Joe’s iPhone,’” he said to her. “I really appreciate it.”

“Oh no, I’m sending it to Mommy Domme on your behalf,” she said directly. “Now give me the number.”

He pulled it up and showed her the contact info. She sent the picture, along with the message, ‘Hi, I took this pic for your little pervy friend. Hope he doesn’t get in too much trouble for turning it in late 😂 – Rachel.’ She was immediately hit back with a ‘TY,’ and then she heard three messages in a row come to his phone.

He stood up and went to the bathroom again, but this time it was to FaceTime his Mistress. She was loud on the phone, to the point he was nervous that anyone outside the room would hear her completely emasculating him via phone. After she felt that she had thoroughly let him know how upset she was that he invited someone else into their circle, she decided to up the previous ante a bit.

“Do it again, right now,” she said in a matter-of-fact way. “Bring yourself to the edge, put it a way and walk back you your seat. This time, I’m staying with you.”

He set her on the ledge, sat down and went to work. He stroked hard and firm. The thoughts of everything were so much. He was being humiliated by the Domme he was on the way to see, but also by a random, leather-clad Goddess sitting next to him on the fight. If it weren’t for the dull ache in his balls and the paralyzing fear of being exposed, this would be a dream come true.

As she watched him push his already hard cock closer to the edge, she evaluated his current situation. After a quick lookup of the phone number she received the previous text from, she was able to locate an Instagram page on who she believed was the woman next to him on the flight. Judging from the types of posts she had on her feed, this Rachel seemed like someone who’d play along in her little game.

“Stop!” She called out over the phone. “That’s it. Pull your pants up and walk back to your seat – now.”

As he pulled away, the sticky ropes of precum were left connected from his hand to the swollen, purple head of his cock, leaving evidence of what was happening inside all over his pants as they broke.

“Hurry up, I want to walk back to your seat with you – don’t hang up,” she said to him as he stood up and pushed over the bolt on the door. “When you get to your seat, you may put a blanket on your lap and wait until you hear from me again.”

As he walked down the aisle this time, he felt like every eyeball was focused on him, and his current state – this time it was more than a Tony wet spot and a hard on. This time, it had looked almost like his cock had already erupted under his sweatpants, yet he hadn’t came in months. As he arrived at his seat, he squeezed passed Rachel and she made a flip, sexual comment about taking another pic for his Mommy Domme. As he sat down and pulled the blanket up, her phone dinged with an incoming message. You could almost immediately see the gears in her mind start turning as she read the message a few more time.

‘Remember dear, he belongs to me, my property,’ the message from her newest contact continued. ‘That doesn’t mean that you can’t please me too. Slide off your panties, leave them on your seat under the blanket then go in that bathroom and send me pics of your sloppy pussy.’

He looked in as she pulled up her blanket, slid off her panties and walked down the aisle leaving her black thong on the seat, under the blanket as she went to the bathroom.

As he tried to close his eyes and rest, he heard the pilot’s voice on the loudspeaker announce that they were beginning their initial descent. He couldn’t believe how such a long flight ended up going by so quickly. As he fastened his seatbelt, he looked up and saw Rachel sliding out of the restroom and doing the very familiar walk of shame down the aisle. He couldn’t help but stare at the fact she literally had juices running down her leg, and he knew he wasn’t the only one who saw it. She snapped a picture of the creamy wetness on her inner thigh and her extremely swollen clit peeking out from underneath the black hemline of her dress, and hit send. She sat there staring at the seatback in front of her, not saying a word.

A few moments later, they heard the announcement to please turn off their devices and prepare for landing, and he sent a message to Mommy Domme with the update just before complying. The silence in the row was deafening, while he’d experienced the extreme emotions of shame and excitement involved with the type of humiliation she had just experienced, she never had; and that was apparent.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wpw3hi/his_west_coast_domina_part_2_femdom_bdsm_oc_new