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Part 8. Four Females and 1 M (caged) flying to Greece

TAGS: gentle femdom, tease and denial, public tease, chastity cage, airplane, Mile High Club, safeword, caged cock, FLR, FFFM

§ Chapter 21 — relaxing in business class

Richard was alone in the luxurious business class section. It was a very large section, although in all it only housed eight very large seats, arranged in two rows.

He was seated in the first row and in front of him had a large free floor to spread his legs on, as if they had removed a row of seats: in front of him was a large television screen. Further ahead an electric blue curtain concealed the stewardess section, hidden under a short curtain: Richard could only see the shoes and elegant stockings.

While the light-blue uniform slightly unbuttoned showed her bra-less tits, the air stewardess walked towards him.

“How did she know?” he asked himself, as he tried to look out the porthole of that luxury business class sector.

In a flash, he thought “Cathy! Oh no… but may she dare to tell about my cage to a complete stranger?”

The woman in uniform walked towards him, murmuring “I beg your pardon, sir, but I need the briefcase placed at your side…” and she had leaned forward, rubbing her tits against his cage…

She kept her nipples on his cock for a few moments… a time that seemed very long to him.

His cock throbbed inside the tight metal chastity cage.

The telephone hinged in the cabin part blinked without making a sound. The woman noticed it, then got up and walked slowly to answer it, wiggling her hips with a sexy gait.

“Hallo? [bzz, bzz] Yes, of course, this is the Air-Aeolus flight to Athens. Huh?” [bzz, bzz] Just a moment, I may ask!”

Approaching his chair, and again drooping her chest to show him her ample cleavage, she asked: “Pardon me, Sir, are you Professor Richard van Middenstorm?”

Richard nodded.

“Your wife wishes to speak to you on the telephone, would you mind rising erect for a moment please?”

Richard stood up hesitantly, afraid that the stewardess would notice the bulge caused by the cage. But she looked very serious Bağdat caddesi travesti and professional and stared into his eyes.

“Hallo?”

“Sweetheart, it’s me, your lovely wifey… Do you recognize the voice, or do you think it’s just a joke?”

“Miss Cathy! Forgive me, my Lady, I thought… I didn’t know…”

“That’s better. Now, to show you that I have everything under control, raise your right hand and form a number with your fingers. Stay still… the number is Four. You may wonder how I did that? I can see you from a camera inside the plane. Do you want confirmation? Bring your face close to the stewardess’s chest and look politely (no hands!), printed on it read «Kostantina Stefinòpolous», check and confirm it.”

He hesitantly approached the stewardess who presented her chest as if everything was already predetermined. Written in the Greek alphabet, the name matched. “OK, I confirm, Miss Cathy, everything is under your control.”

“Now you listen to me. Unless this flight is destined for South America, and this is the only chance you have to tell me, from now on you are to obey this unknown woman as if every order she gives you is from me in person. Nothing bad or permanent will happen to you, but there will be a long session of teasing and denial if you don’t tell me the name of a South American state right away.”

“Oh, thank you for your attentiveness Miss Cathy, but I am sure that this plane is destined for Athens,” said Richard, waiving the Safeword with an act of courage dictated by recklessness.

“Very well then. Get undressed, don’t be shy… bare nude, from my camera I want to see your cage shining on your naked body. And don’t stare at the gentle Kostantina, because you might embarrass her. Instead of staring at her, watch some television.”

Richard executed without batting an eyelid, not doubting for a moment that perhaps he was breaking both internal regulations and state laws.

While he was undressing, porn movies were scrolling on the TV screen, all selected so that a man was wearing a chastity cage, bound and blindfolded while a woman or two women Bağdat caddesi travestileri teased him cum with incessant hand or foot caresses, or with exhausting blowjobs, frustrated by the cage.

The stewardess stared at him curiously and when the cage appeared, she couldn’t help herself from a giggle of derision.

Miss Cathy’s voice continued to issue orders, authoritatively. “Now our assistant, Kostantina, will tie your wrists and elbows behind your back with her scarf.

Have you ever wondered why all stewardesses and stewards on airplanes always have scarves and ties… (asked his wife in a coquettish voice)… it’s so they can tie up customers who request it.”

Richard put his wrists behind his back, expecting the woman in uniform to make an elegant bow that was easy to untie. Instead, she lined up both forearms parallel and wrapped them with the scarf so that the two elbows formed a right angle. With his fingers around the elbows, Richard couldn’t free himself. The cock struggled against the metal bars of the cage.

Cathy’s soothing voice confirmed that everything was proceeding as planned. “Now sit with that bare ass on the luxury class seat and watch the movies… while she prepares the gag for you. You don’t want to disturb the movie with your comments, do you?” (chuckled).

Some of the films on the screen belonged to the collection Richard had gathered on his PC, others were new, or at least, he couldn’t remember ever having seen them. A clue, perhaps, to deduce that during the month, Miss Cathy had broadened her knowledge by consulting many specialized internet sites. In a way, he felt proud of his wife’s inventiveness, and even flattered by the dedication she showed in organizing all those ideas to make this month of archaeological research more worthwhile, because he seemed to remember Cathy saying, at the airport, “Perhaps you can use the time to think about your Book”.

Without taking his eyes off the T a gold necklace illuminated her soft tits, and Richard caught himself imagining how nice it would be to give her a necklace made of cum pearls.

Barbara Travesti bağdat caddesi said something in Teresa’s ear. The Latina girl grinned and started to pull off her very short jeans: underneath she was wearing an incredibly subtle black G-string.

Then Barbara said to Skye, “Miss Cathy said that while you keep sucking him, Teresa may straddle his face: she gave head, now it’s the moment for Dicky showtime! Will you help us put him on the floor, Skye dear?”

“Sure! It’s so exciting to do a blowjob, knowing that the man won’t force you to swallow all his cum!”

With smiles and laughter, the two brides-to-be approached Richard: Teresa in front of him, holding the slobbery gag, and Barbara behind him, to unfasten the leather strap.

Richard noticed that Teresa had a thin white band around her short nails, a French manicure: as Barbara was behind him, her nails remained unseen. He guessed that both girls kept their nails very short; though perhaps that too was just a lesbian cliché.

They lifted him by the armpits and slid him onto the floor, on top of a brand new, freshly ironed blanket.

Richard saw as his last image Emily’s dark half-naked back sleeping with her face turned away: then, Teresa squatted down on his face, moving the G-string to the side, and forcing him to vigorously eat her pussy all wet, while Skye resumed alternating sucks and tongues against the cage along its length.

Barbara is still on the phone with her wife seeing it all and jerking off. “A-ah, that’s right miss. We’ve been living together for two years and plan to get married as soon as we finish our doctorate. (bzz bzz) Uh, no-no.. no problems in the family, oh well, I mean, with mine, with his on the other hand… well that’s a long speech. (bzz bzz) Yes! She wanted to have piercings it was an idea of hers, I just respected her choice. Pain? Teresa often explains to our friends it was worth it because she now perceives her nipples as more sensitive. I haven’t done it yet… I don’t know if I ever will.” (bzz bzz)

“Of course, seeing Dicky’s frustration turns me on too… (giggle) (bzz bzz) yes, it happens to you too, it has the same effect on me… it makes me all wet. If I wasn’t menstruating today, I’d be stroking myself under my skirt… (bzz bzz) Are you masturbating too? OMG… it’s so good to watch my Teresa come… and your Dicky with the tongue is well trained. All my compliments from my heart, Cathy, you’ve been an excellent teacher…” Both chuckled.

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