The rest of our vacation in New York flew by. We did all the usual tourist things like visiting the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building. One day we had a picnic in Central Park and ended up having sex in the thick bushes where no one could see us. We took a carriage ride through the park on another day. He did not bring up the subject of Master Theo again and I was glad. He seemed to have forgiven me for my response to the waiter and I was glad to let the matter drop. On our last day he took me shopping for Jimmy Choo shoes and we had lunch in the Russian Tea Room.
As we settled into the booth, I asked him what time our flight was that night. “We have to be at JFK by 8.00pm” he answered. “Our flight is at 10.00 and we will arrive at Heathrow at 6.00am New York time” he explained. “That will be 1.00pm English time” he went on. “Have you enjoyed your stay here?”
“Oh yes Master, very much.”
“Good” he said, “I’m glad you have had a good time.” The waiter brought the menus and we looked them over. “I don’t know about you” he said “but nothing much on the menu appeals to me.”
“Me either” I agreed.
“What say we just order a salad and tea and order room service when we get back to the hotel?”
“That sounds perfect to me,” I said so we ordered tea and salad when the waiter came back. The tea arrived and it was strong and black. “I’d give anything for a cup of English tea,” I said.
“Yes” he replied “with milk and sugar.” We picked at the salad but it had beetroot in it and I detest beetroot. I nibbled at some lettuce leaves. We drank our tea and Master called for the check. We came out of the restaurant into the bright sunshine and hailed a cab back to the hotel. We arrived back at our hotel room with relief. I took off my clothes and crawled over to Master.
“I’m starving, how about you?”
“Yes me too” I replied. As it was our last day, we decided to be extravagant and ordered lobster and caviar. Master rang down and placed our order, along with a bottle of champagne and chocolate cake. When the knock on the door came, Master went and let the waiter in. I quickly crawled behind the bed where I was safe from prying eyes.
The waiter put the food on the coffee table and Master tipped him as he left the room. I crawled out from behind the bed and Master frowned. “Did I tell you to hide?”
“No Master Darius....you did not.”
“Remind me to punish you for that” he said with a laugh.
“Yes Master” I said, hoping he would forget all about it by the time we had finished our lunch. Master opened the champagne and poured us each a glass.
“I hope you have had a good time during our stay,” he said as he took a sip from his glass.
“Yes Master, it has been wonderful, but I’m ready to go home now.”
“You know, I am too” he replied. “I miss London.” I took a swallow of my champagne and picked up one of the little triangles to toast on the tray. Heaping it with caviar, I popped it into my mouth enjoying the salty treat.
“This is very good,” I said. Master placed a spoonful on a piece of toast and ate it.
“It’s very good,” he said. We ate the caviar and started on the lobster. He cracked the claws expertly for me and I savored the white meat inside. When we were finished with the lobster, he handed me a slice of chocolate cake. The cake was delicious and I ate it slowly, enjoying every bite. When I had finished my cake, Master poured me a cup of coffee. The coffee had a strange metallic taste and I left it after a few sips.
“Something wrong with the coffee?”
“It tastes funny” I replied.
“Mine tastes ok,” he said. “Let me try yours.” He tasted mine and said, “Tastes ok to me. Leave it if you don’t want it.” Putting the coffee cup down, he scooped me up into his arms and lay me on the bed. Producing some thin rope from in one of his cases, he quickly fastened my wrists and ankles to the bed. I lay there spread-eagled as he stripped off his clothes. I watched as his strong body was revealed and I saw that he already had an erection.
I fought against my bonds, wanting to wrap my arms around his smooth nakedness but they held tight. I squirmed with frustration, longing to touch him but he slapped me hard across my cheek and told me to keep still.
He straddled my body, facing my feet, his ass inches from my mouth. He lowered himself towards my mouth and my tongue snaked out to lick his asshole, sending a shiver of delight through him. I probed and licked him, feeling his body go rigid with pleasure.
He used both hands to part my labia and ran his tongue over my clit. A spasm of pleasure went through me and my cunt began to throb in anticipation of the next touch of his tongue. Instead he teased me and licked me everywhere but my clit. I was squirming in anticipation by the time he touched my clit lightly then began to suck on it. I continued to explore his asshole and he moaned with pleasure.
He began to flick his tongue quickly over my clit until I could feel my orgasm building up. There was nothing I could do. I couldn’t ask permission because my tongue was busy pleasuring my Master. I knew I couldn’t hold back and when he shoved his finger deep into my asshole, there was nothing I could do but surrender to my climax.
As the waves of pleasure flowed over me Master rolled off me.
“You came without permission,” he said in a stern voice. You will have to be punished for that.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw him remove the belt from his trousers. He untied me from the bed and pulled me across his knee. He began to thrash me with the doubled up belt. I could feel his hard cock pressing into me as he spanked me. He laid into me hard and I was soon crying for mercy but he was relentless. My ass was on fire by the time he finally stopped and threw me down on the bed.
He shoved his hard cock deep within me. This time my arms were free to wrap around him. I stroked the smoothness of his naked skin and held him tight. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him deeper inside me. I could feel myself on the brink of another orgasm.
“Please Master let me cum.”
“No!”
He turned me over and entered me from behind. It was almost more than I could stand. I felt his heavy balls slapping against me and I was desperate to cum.
“Please Master!”
“No, wait!”
His fingers found my clit and began to stimulate me with delicate little strokes.
“Oh God, please!”
“Very well then, you may cum” he whispered into my ear. I was immediately swept away by the waves of my climax. My cunt was contracting round his cock as he shot his love juice deep within me. Holding me close, he covered us over with the quilt and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
When we woke it was 6.00pm. “There is just enough time to get packed and down to JFK by 8.00” he said. He asked me if I would like some coffee sent up but for some reason the thought of coffee made me feel a bit queasy.
“I would prefer tea Master,” I said.
“Tea it shall be then and I’ll get some cakes to go with it.” I agreed enthusiastically and asked for permission to use the bathroom while we were waiting. “That’s fine” he said “you just have time to shower before the tea gets here.
“Thank you Master” I said and crawled into the bathroom. I showered quickly and dried myself off on thick soft towels. My breasts were tingling and felt heavier than usual and the nipples were a little sore where I rubbed the towel over them. I turned my attention to my hair and soon stopped noticing the tingle.
I crawled back out of the bathroom to find that the waiter had been and gone. We sat on the floor by the coffee table and Master poured out the tea. They had brought a selection of little cakes and I chose one and ate it. It was good and I reached for another one. Master sipped his tea and ate one of the chocolate cakes. “I’m going to go and have my shower now” he said. “You can make a start on the packing.” I nodded, my mouth full of cake. “Finish your tea first” he laughed and went into the bathroom.
When I had finished my tea, I set about packing my cases. I had bought a lot of clothes while we were here and barely managed to squash them in. Finally I had managed to pack all my clothes and Master came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped round his waist. When he saw that I had finished packing he smiled. “Good girl. What do you plan to travel in?” The weather was still warm and I had chosen a cream cotton skirt and top with a sweater to tie around my shoulders in case it was chilly when we arrived back in London. “Good choice” he agreed.
Master pulled on black jeans and a black shirt. He looked at his watch and said “I think its time to get going if we are going to be at the airport on time. We checked the room to make sure we had not left anything behind and when we were satisfied, Master called down for the porter to carry our bags downstairs. Finally, he clipped my leash on and we were ready to go.
The porter knocked on the door and we let him in to pick up the bags. We followed behind him and down in the lift. He hailed a taxi for us and loaded our bags and Master tipped him generously. We set off for JFK and settled down to enjoy the ride. I was sorry to be leaving New York but looking forward to going home.
We arrived at the airport on time and Master went to get a trolley for our bags while the taxi driver unloaded the bags from the boot. Master came back grinning, having managed to obtain one of the few vacant trolleys. We loaded the bags onto the trolley and headed for the check in desk.
Having checked in, we were free of our luggage and decided to explore the duty free shops. We wandered round for a while then Master decided we should go through to departures. We went through the usual performance at the security barriers, and then headed for the departure lounge. We sat down and he kissed me. “I’ve had a great time here but I will be glad to get home.”
“Me too” I said flagging slightly at the thought of the long flight ahead.
“Never mind, you can sleep on the flight.”
I leaned my head on his shoulder, suddenly feeling very tired. He put his arm around me and I rested there until I heard our flight called. Standing in line waiting to board the plane, my legs felt leaden. I would be glad when we finally got to our seats and could sit down. At last we were walking down the tunnel to the plane. We found our seats and Master, as usual, offered me the aisle seat. I accepted gratefully and sank down into the relative comfort of the cramped seat.
“Next time, we go first class,” Master said. I agreed with him. Soon we heard the hum of the engines warming up and as the noise got louder, we started to taxi to the runway. With a roar of the engines, we shot forward and began our take off. Soon the wheels were clear of the runway and we were soaring into the air.
Master looked over at me and said, “You’ve turned very pale. Are you ok?”
I told him I felt slightly nauseous and he told me to take deep breaths. “How strange” I said. “I never normally get travel sick” as the wave passed over me and faded.
“Perhaps you are just tired” he said and asked me if I was alright now.”
“Yes” I replied. “It’s worn off now.” The hum of the engines was making me sleepy and Master rang for the stewardess. When she came he asked her for a pillow and a blanket for me and made me comfortable, covering me over with the blanket.
“Have a nap,” he said. “It will be a while before they bring dinner round and a sleep will do you good.” A nap seemed to be a very good idea and I closed my eyes and drifted off. I woke some time later feeling better. The cabin crew was bringing round dinner and I realized I was hungry. Master smiled at me and asked “Feeling better?”
“Yes thank you” I replied. He took my pillow and blanket and stowed them under the seat in front so I could sit up properly. He lowered my tray for me then lowered his. One of the crew handed us a foil wrapped tray each and I folded back the foil, eager to see what was for dinner. There was roast beef and a tiny Yorkshire pudding with roast potatoes and green beans. There was a warm bread roll and a toffee pudding for desert.
I broke off a piece of the roll and buttered it. I took a bite and felt instantly better. Maybe I had felt queasy earlier because I was hungry. Suddenly, I was starving and ate some more of the roll. I turned my attention to the rest of my meal and ate every bit. Master seemed to be enjoying his dinner too and neither of us said very much until we had finished. “Well” he said. “That was quite good for airline food” and I agreed with him.
The stewardess brought round tea and coffee but for some reason I didn’t fancy coffee and asked for tea. Master raised a quizzical eyebrow. “No coffee?”
“I just don’t fancy it,” I answered. Master gave me a curious look but did not mention it again. After the dinner trays had been cleared up, the lights were dimmed and the film started. It was a good film but after a while I felt myself drifting off. Master put my pillow behind my head and covered me over with the blanket.
I woke several hours later and asked Master what the time was. He told me that it was 5.00am and there was only an hour to go before we landed. The cabin crew was handing out breakfast trays with croissants and muffins. I must have been asleep for quite a while for I found I was hungry again. I asked for tea with my breakfast and the stewardess poured me a cup. By the time we had finished breakfast and the trays had been tidied away, we were nearly ready to land.
I asked Master if I could use the bathroom and he said ok. I was glad of the opportunity to stretch my legs on the walk to the lavatory. On my way back to my seat I could see people stretching and preparing to disembark.
I slid back into my seat and Master squeezed my hand as I sat down. The seatbelt sign came on and I looked out the window. I marveled at the countryside as we flew lower, spread out like a patchwork quilt covering the ground. Soon the captain’s voice could be heard, telling us that it was 1.00pm British time and that the weather was fine and dry.
We began our descent and I was glad to be home.
