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Master Chris 50
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Elizabeth's Adventure in Chicago © 1990 Master Chris
Story #50 in the Master Chris Collection
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The package arrived via Fed-Ex Friday morning. Elizabeth had
been expecting it, but even so, when the Fed-Ex delivery man
dropped the envelope on her desk she jumped.
"Sign here please Ma'am." said the young man.
Elizabeth signed for the package and, with a look over her
shoulder to make sure that no-one was looking, she opened it.
Inside were several things; a letter, a key, a sealed envelope
and an airline ticket. 'Hmmm', thought Liz, 'This time's he's
outdone himself.' The 'he' she was referring to was Tom, Liz's
boyfriend. In the 6 months they had been seeing each other, Liz
had discovered more about excitement and her own sexuality than
in the 25 years previously. Tom was always coming up with the
next "adventure" for them to take on together. It had been Tom
who had introduced Liz to Bondage and to the kind of games that
Mom never told you about.
Elizabeth was now a successful software broker and had opened up
her own business selling software to large companies that needed
to buy in bulk. At the office Liz was always in control and very
much her own woman. To her surprise, Liz had found out that she
loved being the one who was tied up, that she loved being
submissive. She was always excited when Tom had 'instructions'
for her. Last week, Tom had promised her an adventure of
"unparalleled proportions" and to expect her instructions on
Friday via messenger.
Liz opened the letter to find out what she needed to do next. The
letter was a short one and contained her weekend
instructions.
Dearest Slave Liz,
You'll find enclosed all that you need to begin your
"adventure". The airline ticket is to Chicago and the
plane leaves at exactly 6:00pm. Don't miss it. The
flight will take a little under 2 1/2 hours. The
return flight, as you can see, will have you back at
work on Monday morning. For your flight, you are to
wear a pretty cocktail dress. It must have a hemline
above your knees and I expect the fabric to be light
enough that I could see through it if the light were
behind you.
When you get on the plane, you are to open the sealed
envelope and follow the instructions inside. Do NOT
open the envelope beforehand.
You'll also find a key in the package I just sent you.
This key is for use in Chicago. Bring it with you.
I love you lots and you can expect this 'adventure' to
be the best yet.
Love, Tom.
Liz's face was flushed and her breathing had quickened by the
time she finished reading the instructions. She would have to
get moving if she wanted time to go home and change before her
flight. She couldn't believe that she was going to get on a
flight to a strange city for a sexual escapade.
By 6:00pm, Liz had managed to pull it all together. She had left
the office a few minutes early and had rushed home to have a
quick shower and change. The only dress she had that fit the
instructions was a light yellow sundress that was strapless. It
was a little out of fashion for November in Chicago, so Liz put a
white sweater over it. A bra was, obviously out of the question
but Liz made up for it was a garter belt and stockings and a pair
of sheer lace panties. She threw some other clothes into a
carry-on bag and rushed to the airport where she just made her
flight. The plane left right on time and as soon as they had
levelled off, Liz reached into her bag for the sealed letter.
There was, thankfully, no one sitting next to her because Liz was
sure that the letter would be very explicit and she would die of
mortification if a stranger read it.
Inside the envelope, as expected, was a letter:
Dearest Slave Liz,
If you have followed your instructions, you are now
winging your way to Chicago where your weekend
adventure will continue. Here are your instructions:
First, as soon as you finish reading this, go to the
plane's washroom. Once in there, remove your bra,
panties and stockings. Do not masturbate. You are not
allowed to masturbate until I tell you. Once you've
taken off your underwear, leave it in the garbage
disposal in the washroom You won't be needing them.
Next, go back to your seat. When you sit down, lift
your dress so that you are sitting directly on the
fabric of the seat. During the rest of the flight,
write a fantasy of exactly what you'd want to happen to
you in our next adventure. Make sure it is the most
exciting thing you've ever thought of.
When you get to Chicago, walk across from the terminal
into the O'Hare Hilton. It is only a couple of minutes
walk. The key I gave you is for room 310. Go directly
to that room. Once there, remove the rest of your
clothes and hang them up neatly. You'll find a
blindfold on the bed. Put it on and then lie down on
the bed, face down and spread your legs wide apart.
Stay like that until you get further instructions.
Your Loving Master,
Tom
Liz was squirming by the time she finished reading the
instructions. She was sure that there was a wet spot on her
dress when she got up to go to the washroom. She had to wait a
moment before getting in.
Inside the tiny airplane washroom, Liz had trouble trying to get
undressed. Finally, she managed to get her panties and stockings
off and stuffed them into the disposal chute. Liz took a long
look at herself in the mirror. She knew that she was a very
pretty 25 year-old. Her sandy blond hair was short and curly.
Her figure was not voluptuous but she liked it. She was more
like a runner, she thought. Her breasts were 35 B's and her tiny
waist and trim hips showed the hours of exercise and dancing that
she did on a regular basis. She took a long deep breath and left
the washroom.
As she moved up the aisle back to her seat, she felt very
exposed. She knew that the men in their seats were looking at
her and she felt like they could see right through her light
cotton dress. She felt a blush hit her face as she finally sat
down. She was about to do up her seat-belt when she remember the
instruction about how to sit. Liz looked around her to make sure
that no one could see.
Everyone seemed preoccupied with whatever they were doing. As
surreptitiously as possible, Liz pulled the back of her skirt up
so that her now bare bottom was sitting directly on the seat.
Finally, she was organized and as she looked up, she saw one of
the stewardesses was looking right at her. Liz blushed a deep
red as the stewardess gave her a knowing smile. Liz dropped her
eyes and buckled up her seat-belt. She felt the heat of her
embarrassment all over her face and knew she must look like a
little girl with her hand in the cookie jar.
The plane was soon descending into the crowded skies around
Chicago's O'Hare airport. Liz was getting more and more excited.
She read her instructions again and again wondering what would
happen to her once she was naked and blindfolded, lying on the
bed face down. She kept herself busy writing down the fantasy
that Tom had asked her for. She wrote a sizzling fantasy about
being on a tropical island and being captured by natives who
stripped her and subjected her to countless sexual trials. She
was soaking wet by the time the plane landed and she knew that
she would leave a wet spot on the seat when she got up.
As soon as the airplane door opened, Liz scooted out of her seat
and out of the plane, making sure her skirt was pulled down as
she got up. The stewardess who had seen her pulling up her skirt
was at the door and she smiled as Liz came forward.
"Have a nice day Miss." said the pretty flight attendant and Liz
blushed again as she thanked her.
Once out of the plane and into the terminal, Liz found herself
following the mass of people as they headed for the exit. She
asked someone at the Car Rental counter where the O'Hare was and
was told it was right across the street. Five minutes later, Liz
walked into the lobby of the hotel. The elevators had her on the
floor a moment later and then she was at the door of room 310.
She put her key in the door and then, just as she was turning it,
had a thought that maybe she wouldn't be alone! The thought had
her pause but it was too late now. With a deep breath, Liz
pushed the door open and walked in.
Thankfully, the room was empty. The curtains were flung wide
open and Liz wondered if people could see in. Certainly she
could see out very clearly and the idea of taking off her clothes
in such an open environment made her shudder. She wondered if
she was allowed to close the curtains. She figured not. After
all, the rest of the instructions had been so specific, she was
sure that Tom wouldn't have forgotten something like the
curtains. Liz looked around the room and couldn't find anything
in the closet or anything else that said that Tom was here. In
the middle of the bed, however, was a black silk blindfold.
Liz took one of the closet coat hangers and went to the bathroom
that was positioned right across from the closet. In the
bathroom, hidden from what seemed to be the eyes of all of
Chicago, she slipped out of her dress and heels. Her dress went
onto the hanger and her shoes she held in one hand. She looked
out for a moment from the bathroom then jumped across to the
closet and put her things away. She jumped right back to the
bathroom and took a good look at herself in the mirror. Her
pussy was soaked, she noticed.
Last month, during one of their 'adventures', Tom had shaved off
all of Liz's pubic hair and he insisted that she keep it smooth
"just like a good slave." When she looked at her now puffy pussy
lips, they were covered with her juices. Liz wet a hand towel
and cleaned herself. In a couple of minutes she was ready. She
knew all this primping was just putting off the inevitable.
Taking a deep breath, she left the bathroom and scooted onto the
large bed in the middle of the room. The blindfold was still
there and Liz quickly pulled it on, making sure it covered her
eyes completely. Then, as instructed, she lay face down and
spread her legs wide apart. Lying there, not able to see, Liz
started to imagine all kinds of wild things. She imagined that
there were people peering into the room from the window and that
she was on display just like in a zoo. She imagined that there
was a video camera hidden in the corner of the room, watching
everything. She imagined the stewardess from the plane coming
into the room and teasing her and toying with her just like Tom
did.
The thoughts didn't stop and the longer she lay there, the more
excited she got. When she finally heard the key in the door, she
was very turned on. 'Would it be Tom?', she wondered. He had
never involved anyone else in their sex games before but he had
threatened to from the first time he had tied her up. The idea
of being helpless to prevent someone from seeing her naked and
exposed turned her on.
The door opened and Liz heard someone walk into the room. She
held her breath, trying to hear everything as though the sound of
the footsteps would tell her that it was her lover or not. The
door closed and the footsteps started walking around the room.
Liz heard the sound of a bag being put down on the table then the
zipper as it was opened. The footsteps carried on all around the
bed, looking at her from every angle. The unmistakable click of
a camera had Liz blush as pictures were taken of her in this
exposing position. Finally the camera was put down and Liz heard
Tom's voice for the first time.
"Hi there my little slave, how are you enjoying your adventure so
far?"
Liz sighed with relief, "Oh God!, I had no idea if it was you or
if you had found someone who would take pictures of me. "
Tom laughed, "Don't talk too soon. I'm going to prepare you now
for an 'examination'."
Liz felt Tom's hands on her wrists as she tried to digest what he
had just said. An examination?, she wondered, by who? and what
would they do? Her mind was a jumble as Tom attached wrist
straps to her and then pulled her hands wide apart to attach to
the corners of the bed. Tom lifted her hips and pushed several
doubled up pillows under her belly and then had Liz pull her
knees wide apart and forward so that she was straddled on the
pillows. More leather straps around her thighs and ankles made
sure she would be staying in position. The effect of the pose
was not lost on Elizabeth who knew that both her bare pussy lips
and her anus were now fully spread and exposed. Her breasts hung
below her so that just her nipples were touching the bed. The
tingling touch of the bedspread on the sensitive nipples added to
Liz's excitement. Finally she was ready.
Tom patted her on her perfectly curved bottom, "Alright Liz,
you're ready for your examination. Just relax. I'll be leaving
the room now, but the next person to walk in will be examining
your body and your submissiveness thoroughly. Enjoy yourself."
Tom chuckled as Liz heard him leave the room. Her mind was now
running rampant as she imagined what might happen next. The
position she was in was not only completely exposing and
humiliating, she was also helpless to get out of it. She really
had no choice but to submit to whatever would be done to her
next. Each minute seemed like an hour to Liz but finally she
heard the key in the door again.
She was breathing heavily as the door opened and someone walked
in. Was it a man or a woman Liz wondered. Would they be gentle
with her? The door closed and Liz heard the footsteps walking all
around her. Her 25 year old body pulled at the straps holding
her wrists in a vain effort to let herself free. She kept
waiting for them to touch her, hoping they wouldn't and also
hoping they would. The first touch of the cool fingers came at
her left breast. Just the tips of the fingers as they gently
grasped her nipple and tugged it away from her breast.
Liz gasped.
The touch had been electric. She felt her nipples stiffen and
grow even longer into the fingers of the stranger. The long cool
fingers rolled the nipple back and forth, teasing it and playing
with it until Liz couldn't stand it any more and moaned out loud.
The fingers left her nipple and just the tips of them trailed
down along her ribcage, tickling her and making her squirm at the
sensation. It was as though every nerve ending in Liz's body had
awakened and was ready to be teased. The fingers reached
Elizabeth's bottom and moved further along the side of one
buttock and down the outside of her thigh. At the back of her
bent knee, the fingers stroked her gently before moving to her
inside thigh and starting to trail upwards.
Liz was holding her breath again waiting for the hand to reach
her soaking box. She felt a trickle of her own juices slide down
her leg and blushed at having so revealed herself to the
stranger. The maddening fingers had reached Elizabeth's pussy
and she felt them stroke the outside of her smooth pussy lips.
Her pussy responded to the teasing by puffing out even further
and opening the hot pink interior lips to the 'examiner'. Just
the tip of one finger touched the wetness inside and Liz gasped
as it moved around slightly. She felt herself pushing her bottom
down trying to get the fingers to touch her hard and sensitive
clit but they didn't oblige.
A fraction of an inch at a time, the finger pushed itself into
Elizabeth, lubricating itself on her juices. Liz let out a long
sigh as the finger penetrated deep inside her. The finger turned
slowly then pulled out, again a fraction of an inch at a time.
Liz felt the hot wet tip of the finger travelling up her crack
and pause at her tiny crinkled opening.
"Oh, no." She pleaded. "Not there."
The stranger paid no head to the bound woman and slowly pushed
the lubricated finger deep into her bottom. Liz squirmed
helplessly in her bonds. There was nothing she could do to stop
this stranger from violating even her most private opening. The
finger slid out and then pushed in again even deeper. Liz moaned
at the feeling. Back and forth, the penetrating finger turned
and touched until Liz was panting at the sensations running
through her body. Finally it pulled out.
Liz was left, gasping as the stranger moved from behind her
to another part of the room before returning. Again Liz felt a
touch at her anus. This time, the touch was cool. Liz felt the
cool touch of a plastic plug as it was pressed into her. Her
bottom tried to keep out the intruder but without success.
Elizabeth's toes curled as the thick bulge in the middle of the
plug passed inside her and her muscles pulled the rest of the
plug deep into her body. The 'T' shaped handle kept the plug
from disappearing into her completely and the result was that her
tiny virginal anus was kept open, clenching down on the neck of
the white plastic plug.
Liz's breath was in short ragged breaths now. She was sure she
would come any minute. The stranger stepped back. Liz heard the
whistle of the leather strap through the air a split second
before it exploded on her bottom. She cried out more in surprise
than pain as the strap came down again and then again. She was
helpless to do anything but endure as her spanking continued.
She had been spanked by Tom before but this was the first time a
strap had been used on her tight bottom.
The strapping left Liz's bottom hot and red. The pain only
lasted a couple of minutes but the heat remained. It seemed to
travel through her body, making her nipples even more hard and
her pussy even more wet. With each stroke, Liz felt her ass
clench down hard on the unyielding plug still inside her. The
sensation seemed to go directly from her ass to her clitoris. By
the time the spanking finished, Liz was trembling. She had never
been so excited in her life.
The stranger moved aside again and a moment later Liz felt a
sensation she would remember for the rest of her life. The plug
in her bottom suddenly came alive! The plug started to vibrate
deep in her bottom and Liz felt the beginnings of an incredible
orgasm. The door suddenly opened and Liz heard as if from a
distance, the strange person leaving the room. The orgasm hit
her like a ton of bricks. She cried out again and again as waves
of pleasure washed over her. Her anus clamped down hard on her
rectal plug and the sensation caused her to cry out again as
another wave of orgasm took over.
Liz thrashed back and forth, pulling frantically at the leather
straps that bound her. She was sure that if the pleasure didn't
stop right now, she would die from it, but still it continued.
She was helpless to stop it. When she was sure she couldn't come
any more another orgasm hit her just as hard as the first and
again she cried out. Finally, exhausted, she lay still, the
rectal plug still causing her to spasm from time to time as it
hummed in her bottom. The vibrations stopped quite suddenly and
Liz felt her whole body relax. Fingers tugged at the silk
blindfold covering her eyes and a moment later daylight poured in
to reveal Tom sitting beside her. Very gently he untied her from
the bed and helped her to lie down. As if in a dream, Elizabeth
looked up into his eyes and smiled.
"It was the best adventure ever", she said drowsily, "but I'd
like to sleep now."
"Yes, have a good sleep," said Tom, "because today's is only
Friday and we have the whole weekend together. Wait until you
see tomorrow's adventure."
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