Fear of Flying
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Preface- I am the editor/co-author on this story. Notlooking5 was the creator of the story and other author. It was her brain child. Credit where credit is due. I was flattered that she asked me to assist her on writing this erotic literary work of fiction dealing with FemDom and other realted topics. It is rather lengthy, so hope you have the patience to read it throuhly. Please enjoy!
I can’t believe this is happening to me! How did I get in this humiliating position? After my arrival at JFK International Airport here I am, standing in front a TSA agent-female-, in my panties, and a CB 6000 device attached to my shaven cock. I was fortunate in escaping what would have been, some very excruciatingly embarrassing and humiliating possibilities during my departure. But now, my luck has run out. I guess, this all started when I became a sub to my Mistress-partly forced into the role and probably, to a certain extent, my fault, being something in the back of my mind that subconsciously I may have wanted- Who am I kidding. I always wanted it but couldn’t do it (but that is for another story).
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?I'm flying?"Wheeeeee? The world spun, upturned faces gasped as I swept over them, the feeling of freedom intoxicating, as I swooped over their heads.Yet how was I free, swinging by my arms and legs on a short rope from a chandelier fitting on ballroom ceiling raised by a winch on the gallery, from my launch from the gallery rail with my unsupported breasts hanging down, my clothes pin tortured nipples the closest point to the ground as she whispered instructions and he gently lowered me.The...
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CrossdressingFEAR, RELUCTANCE, ACCEPTING , SUBMISSION Of the unknown. Of your Insecurities. Your shortcomings. Your inadequacies.Your wife in bed; naked ivory princess. She pleads while you make love: "Deeper! Harder!" Grit your teeth and pound with all your might. Pound! Pound! Pound!Still, she pleads. Desperation in her eyes. "DEEPER! HARDER!" You're as deep and hard as you can get. Just dirty talk? Or does she... Mean it?Is your very best not good enough?Fear of the Other. Dangerous. Primal....
Tyler sat there on the couch taking a long pull off his drink in an attempt to slow down his heart rate and calm the fear that had returned. He had just allowed his newfound friend Vince to kiss him and he kissed him back. What was puzzling to Tyler was that he enjoyed it and his raging hard-on hidden in his silk panties under his leather skirt were a testimony to that enjoyment."What's happening to me?" he silently asked himself.At first, they did nothing more than talk and Tyler began to...
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