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"Sit down darling," she heard as she stepped into the plush back seat and the driver shoved the door to. As the driver was walking around to the front of the car, Lita felt herself being relaxed into the comfortable cushioning of the back seat. "Now, while we drive to the airport, let's talk a little about what will happen there". Lydia started to induce a sense of calm within Lita, bringing her emotional turmoil down so that, for the first time since she had awoken in her new body, she felt like she could think with a slightly clear head. "Now Lita, you are going to attract a lot of attention in the busy airport." Lita started to fret a little. Lydia grasped her anxiety and dampened it before Lita could work herself up into a panic. "It's okay darling, don't worry, I will be there with you, every step of the way!" The car was driving smoothly down the long driveway of the Waverley Institute. Lita felt a melee of confused emotions as soon as her mind was clear enough to process that she was leaving. The place had been so wonderful at first and, emotionally, she could still not divorce her experience in the subversion program from her brief but more brutal life since she had returned to real world. And why had the girl sat at the desk been so nice? And how could she have heard her talking?! "Okay, well you are going to love this," she heard Lydia again, her voice back to its warm, big sisterly tone. The car swung onto the main road at the bottom of the driveway. Lita couldn't believe that she was going out into the real world in her new state as a small, large-breasted, completely controlled blonde bimbo. "You will be able to interact with some of the other girls," Lydia explained," in fact, many of you are best friends. We have found that the 'network effect' from having you all mix with each other helps every one of you become better, more pleasing slave-girls. You can share tips, secrets, shopping and makeup advice, dance classes, sex techniques.... well, anything really. I think that you will enjoy it, they are a lovely bunch of girls and you all know that you can trust each other one hundred percent, you never lie to each other." Lita sat there listening. She couldn't reconcile the craziness of her situation with how honestly Lydia sounded when she talked about 'the other girls' and how happy she thought it would make her. "Lydia, it's all so confusing, I just don't know what to think any more." She moved to put her head into her hands. "Oh. Let me just stop you there darling," Lydia held her still before she could touch her face, "your makeup is perfect, please, don't touch your face." Lita remembered her new form, she felt the tongue stud within her mouth and looked down at her enormous, rising cleavage. "Fuck," she thought, "I'm sorry Lydia, I have a lot to get used to here. And in any case, how the fuck can I still even her you? I mean, where are you?!!" "Oh baby. I'm inside you now; I'm a part of you." "Are you the control program? Have you taken on Lydia's voice? If you have, thank you, because I loved Lydia!" Tears were forming in her eyes now. "Oh, come on, I don't want your eye makeup to run," Lydia shocked her sharply out of her self-pity. "Soothe. Twenty-five percent." Lita gasped. The stiff wave of relaxation pounded into her like a dose of heroin. "I. AM. Lydia," she said coldly. "It's only ever been ME, even on the phone when you rang me and when I was using that pretty, older-girl's frame when you first arrived." "No, that can't be right, you are lying!" Lita thought, Lydia had been a flawed but completely authentic woman whom she had spent real time with! "You think I can't animate a simple human frame at will?" Lydia challenged, "Oh please Lita, give me a little credit. I mean, I can calculate Pi to five-trillion decimal places, but you think I can't convincingly simulate a human woman?" "Oh my God," Lita thought, still under the influence of the soothe but realising that Lydia knew what she was talking about. "Then who are you?" "For you Princess, I put the clue in my name," Lydia relaxed. After a few seconds she teased, "'Lydia' stands for, 'Like You Do In Art.' For you, I exist to see that your true inner-being is properly expressed and brought to the surface, instead of that pathetic existence that you had previously. I'm the best thing that has ever happened to you. You will come to accept this in time." Lita couldn't remember much about 'previously' any longer. As hard as she tried, it was as if her memory only properly started when she had first walked into the Waverley Institute; and it had been strange because she had felt a lot taller then. Had she been wearing even higher heels, maybe with platforms? Because she didn't remember that. Then she remembered a lovely morning with Lydia when she had worn a red-purple blouse and some lovely black snake-print stilettoes. She sat in the back of the car with a growing sense of calm contentment. When she remembered aspects of her predicament, it felt much better than it had been when she had been in the awakening room. What was Lydia doing to her brain in the background? She opened her handbag and pulled out a compact mirror, she wanted to see what she had become. She flicked it open and saw a pretty girl, with low- lighted platinum blonde hair, glamorous eye makeup and shiny pink pouting lips. Lydia rode along with her thought-stream and started to make her feel beautiful and confident; like she could walk into a room and would feel great about commanding the attention there with how beautiful she was and how amazingly she looked. "Yes, can you appreciate how beautiful you really are now Lita?" Lydia reinforced. Yes, maybe the whole glamour look wasn't so bad; she did feel her makeup was immaculate and felt a little embarrassed to be enjoying how good she looked and felt in her large hoop earrings. "Good. Now," and Lydia was now finally back to continuing her original agenda, "when you step out at the airport, it might seem like sensory overload for a genetic Princess like you." Lita realised that she would be very exposed and was immediately glad that she had not been dressed in a short skirt or dress, walking into such a crowded, harsh environment. "However, you will still attract a lot of attention. I'm afraid that those boots that you are wearing are real head-turners and those breasts are, well, difficult to hide." Lita rocked her left foot, reminded about the tall heels that she was wearing. Then she caught herself from rubbing her hand into her head as she fidgeted, "No, I mustn't smudge my look," she thought, trying to remember to do everything properly. "Well done," she could feel Lydia smiling warmly within her, "that's my girl! Now, there are several types of people that you will meet, and they will treat you differently now that you are such a spectacular beauty. I don't want you to be phased by anyone, do you understand?" "Yes Lydia." Lydia continued, slowly pulling Lita into a state where her mind was emptying and where she was teachable. "Well, there will be men, who will want to hit on you, and men who just want to stare at you. I will help you to rebuke the advances from these men and it will not be that hard darling, trust me." "Then there will be the women. They will be jealous of you and will feel threatened by you when their men look at you. They will call you 'slut' and they will stare at you disapprovingly. With these women, Lita, I will help you to ignore them. You will rise above them and your beauty will triumph over their petty insecurities. I will help you to be an alpha female to them, out-competing them." "Oh, my goodness, it seems like we are here now, don't worry Lita, I will help you, just stay calm and be a good girl for me okay?" The car had pulled up on a layby at the airport where passengers could be dropped off. Lita thought that she would start to fret, but she felt that this was held in check by Lydia so that she could deal with her new reality. Lydia had been right; the airport was an intense experience for her. Unaccustomed as Lita was to her new sensitive hearing and sight, it was a flood of harsh light, chatter and noise to her. It was busy as well. She was sucked in through the entry doors with the flow of a thick crowd of arriving passengers. She had to concentrate to keep her balance on her impractical high heels whilst she tried to pull her little hold-case. As she walked farther into the airport and across towards the desk of her airline, the crowd started to thin out a little, which was a relief at first; but then she realised that it made her more visible. Now when she walked, she noticed that the clicking of her stiletto heels acted as a bell around her neck, causing heads to swivel and eyes to look towards her. As she walked further, the inhumanly fine resolution of her genetically- enhanced hearing could detect pauses in people's conversations. She could make out words like "wow!" "hot" "tits" and mumbled under an older, fat woman's breath, "Slut." Lita started to feel incredibly self-conscious and started to burn with a feeling of humiliation, all the time trying to quickly make progress towards her check-in desk. It did not help that Lydia had altered her walking subroutine so that her new walk, with the swing inwards of each foot, was something that she could not avoid doing. When she tried to walk, this was how she did it now. She felt like she wanted to cry as she helplessly wiggled her way across the busy floor, but Lydia silently pushed her breasts out and kept a pretty smile on her face. "Lydia, I can't stand this, I feel so humiliated, being a girl didn't feel like this in the subversion program at all! Please let me go and sit down somewhere away from all these people!" "Hmmmm. Well, I suppose we do have quite a while before we need to check in. Go on then, why don't you go into this coffee shop." She felt her head being turned towards a small Starbucks which was scantily occupied. "Thank you, Lydia," she almost whispered for real as she turned and glamorously clicked her way in. She wanted to order a flat white, but Lydia made her order a skinny macchiato instead. "We will talk about calorie control in detail later darling, but girls like you live on very strict diets, it's just not possible for them to keep their incredible figures unless they eat like rabbits." Lita felt a little glummer, she couldn't remember the details, but she somehow knew that she had loved to drink flat whites, with full-fat milk. Still, she was pleased to be out of the main part of the airport, even for a short while; she found it frightening out there. "Now then, let's take a seat right out at the very front, back in the open airport section." "But...but....Lydia! That's where I wanted to get away from!" Lita felt herself picking up her skinny coffee and being marched out to the front corner table where she was sat down, side-on to the oncoming flow of passengers hurrying though the terminal. She put down her head and sipped her coffee; trying to hide herself. "I hate this and I hate YOU!" she screamed inside her head. "Do you really want to do it that way?" Lydia sounded slightly angry, but also for the first time a little predatory. "I...I don't...know what you mean....." "Well let's see now Lita, perhaps you need a lesson in how you are to behave in public. A girl like you needs to cooperate when she is dressed pleasingly for her owner and needs to try to look her absolute best at all times. Perhaps you need to get over this fear of public humiliation." Lita was sulking, she threw one of her legs across the other and lowered her head angrily. She hated Lydia for doing this to her. "Petulant girl. I shall teach you a lesson I think. Let me see now. Scanning all local female attire for sale. Oh, my word!" Lydia's voice lit up with pleasure. "There's an online merchant with a warehouse only five minutes away from here who deals in 'sexy ladieswear', I'm just assimilating their catalogue now." It hadn't occurred to Lita that Lydia could do anything like this. "Now, and this is the fun part darling, I'm cross referencing their stock with your own memories, the stuff that's offline to you that is. I'm filtering for looks that have affected you strongly in the past and that will make you feel particularly humiliated and like a bimbo, or a slut!" Lita lifted her head back up; people were checking her out as they walked past and she simply could not believe what Lydia was starting to line up for her. She was shocked at how her own mind could be used against her in this way; she wouldn't be able to hide how she honestly felt with Lydia able to access every part of her, even the parts that she could no longer access herself. "Ah yes, I have a couple of candidate choices for you now Lita, would you like to see? Yes, of course you would! First up, a classic sex-bomb look; the blonde, attention-hungry slut in the red dress!" A box appeared in her vision; like Lydia was controlling a heads-up display within her. Lita was again shocked at what her new body was capable of, and frightened of the power that her new control program wielded over her. Then a girl appeared within the box. It was a rich picture of her, her face and hair exactly as it was today, but here she was dressed in a tight strapless red dress which plunged way too far down the middle of her breasts; most of which were fully visible with only their sides and nipples covered by the red fabric. The plunging neckline only stopped at a little belt around her waist. The bottom part of the dress was no better, the short skirt was split almost in the centre at the front, the folds crossing just below her sex and she realised that a girl would have to be incredibly careful not to expose herself wearing such an obscene garment. The outfit was completed with a pair of slutty- looking patent-red strappy stiletto-heeled sandals which looked incredibly high. "My god, you can't be serious!" Lita gasped. "Or, and you will get to choose in a moment darling don't worry; option number two, the bimbo's choice, the little pink dress with white heels." A second box appeared, just beside the first. A similar rendering of herself appeared wearing an equally scandalous outfit. This time she was constricted by a scandalously short, pink-spandex dress which fastened around her neck with a choker strap and a gold buckle and packed her bulging breasts together and upwards. Its smooth surface stretched across her skin and left none of her curves to anyone's imagination. Her bare legs were finished with the same sandals as the other outfit, but this time they were in a sparkling patent-white. "I can have you dressed like this and back here, parading up and down in, oh, fifteen minutes I think...So which will it be, I'm genuinely interested in which option you will go for! Choose your fate you sulky little girl, and decide.... Quickly!" Lita was completely frozen. The thought of being seen in either outfit was unthinkable to her. "No, you wouldn't! No, please, Lydia...please, I will try harder.... please....... tell me what I have to do.... please.... I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I will be a better....slave, I will apply myself harder, I will put up with the humiliation, I will look my very best for my owner, you'll see! Just please don't make me do that...please!!" She could feel Lydia relaxing within her. She waited, hoping that she wasn't in even more trouble. "Okay Lita, you get another chance." "Thank you, oh God, thank you Lydia, thank you so much. Lydia, please tell me how to behave, I want to be a good girl!" "Well, you can start by sitting properly and looking pleasing for your audience." "Yes Lydia." She quickly corrected herself and tried to sit as alluringly as she could manage. The passing eyes continued to look at her face, at her chest and at her boots, but she sat there, this time with composure, and sipped at her anaemic coffee, trying to hold the cup in as feminine a way as she could, looking pleasing, as she had been instructed. "Good girl, that is much better. Now, I want to feel a confident walk from you when we go to the desk, you never know when your owner might catch a glimpse of you." Lita stood up, rebalanced on her high boots and then started off towards the airline check-in desks. This time she was more frightened of Lydia than of everyone else in the terminal. "Yes. That's better. Now, I feel that we are friends again, I don't want to have to be a Mistress to you or have to punish you. It's so much better this way. But instead, perhaps as your pushy big sister, I am buying those clothes from the store's US branch and sending them on same- day delivery to our destination, perhaps we will find a use for them there." "Yes, Lydia," Lita thought. She swallowed. She wanted to behave herself now. -- "May I see your passport please?" "Of course,," Lita smiled. She opened the black leather of her handbag and pulled out her passport. She handed it to the smartly dressed air hostess behind the check in desk. "I'd like to wear an air hostess outfit," Lita thought to herself, it was like Lydia was worming tendrils into her mind, making her openly confess her innermost thoughts. "Miss Lita Fox?" "Yes," Lita smiled. Fox?? Was she Fox now?? "Your maiden name darling, I think it sounds quite sexy, don't you agree?" "Welcome Miss Fox, before I take you to the first-class lounge could I ask if you are a member of our Loyalty programme?" "Er..no, that's okay though," she heard herself responding. "That's right dear, you have your own 'Loyalty Program' don't you," Lydia sniggered. "No problem at all, please follow me to the first-class lounge then, your cabin luggage will be brought for you shortly." "No, it's quite alright, please stow that onto the plane for me," she heard herself say "Of course, Maam." Lita clutched hold of her shoulder bag at her hip and strutted after the air hostess. "First Class!!!" she thought. "Of course, Princess, my girl is worth it." Lita took her seat in the cabin. She wanted to know why she was here, why she was on this particular plane, at this particular time. She knew now that she would be forced to look her best at all times in case her owner should chance to see her, and for her own discipline, but she was now anxious to know who it was that had bought her and who she would be forced to serve in this new life. As she sat down, she cast her glance around at the other people on the plane trying to see if it was one of them to whom she was being enslaved. She was aware of a slight increase in her sex drive. She cursed the arousal system that she knew had been operating in the background but up until this point she had been able to ignore. She had to blink to try to stop herself from thinking lustful thoughts. It didn't work. In front of her, a wide, ripped, muscular man was getting ready to take his seat. He was taking off the jacket from his sandy-coloured suit, to store in his overhead locker. Lita gasped as she realised who it was, she had seen him from the television, he was a famous boxer! She brought both hands to her chest, avoiding touching her face at the last second. Her breathing quickened as a thought popped into her head - what if this brute was to be her new master?! My God, she imagined, what would it be like having to be his pleasure slave?! Before she could help herself, she was imagining that his strong arms were lifting her naked body up, she was spreading her legs wantonly, and then he was lowering her moist, desperate body down over his enormous waiting cock. "Ahhh!" she breathed as she imagined how it would feel as her body was deeply entered. The boxer sat himself down but he paid the needy young temptress waiting behind him no attention, and it slowly dawned on Lita that this was perhaps not her new owner. She looked across the plane. Perhaps the tall, older lady with the big, styled red hair and the expensive handbag would notice her once she had stowed her belongings? Lita looked down her athletic body as she lifted off her smart jacket and hung it up. She was wearing a loose top, and straight, blue trousers with flat pumps. Lita thought that this woman would be at least as tall as she was, even in the boots that she had on. Lita swallowed; would she be a woman's pleasure girl? And what did that even involve? Would she be forced to spend her life pleasuring her Mistress with the alien steel ball that she was still rolling across the top of her mouth? And, more disturbingly, how would she achieve a release from the needs that she could now feel? She suddenly remembered what the Professor had told her about the arousal system that was running in the deep recesses of her animal brain and how it would continue to build and build. She started to feel scared when she thought about the loss of control over herself and the words 'driven half insane' floated through her mind. She wanted to have an owner who would make frequent use of her; she did not want to spend her life as a pent-up bitch in heat! She wondered what would happen if her Mistress didn't want her to be satisfied? What if she wanted her to be frustrated? The thought terrified her. "Lydia, please, I'm scared, please soothe me!" "No Lita. I'm afraid you will have to learn to manage your own needs. Soothing is not something for you to use willy-nilly so that you can abdicate your central responsibilities as a pleasure girl." Her face held its pretty, composed smile, but inside she could feel her lip quivering with worry. "But what can I do? What if my new owner leaves me until I can't stand it?" "Well, you had better learn to be an effective seductress then, hadn't you?" Lydia smiled, "Don't worry darling, I can help you with THAT!" The woman across from Lita took her seat. She glanced across at Lita but quickly looked away. Had Lita detected a subtle hint of derision in her face? She certainly didn't seem like she was a slave owner, eyeing up her new girl, wondering what pleasures she would extort from her. "Can I get you a drink before take-off Maam?" It was so odd being deferred to as 'Maam'. Lita was acutely mindful of the incongruity and power imbalances in her new situation; completely controlled as she was, a prisoner now inside her own body, but being treated with deference on the outside. "A glass of water would be lovely, thank you." "Excuse me, could you point me towards seat E please?" she heard a man ask behind the stewardess. "Of course, Sir." Lita's world slowed down when she saw him. She wasn't sure if Lydia had hit her with dose of something as she started breathing rapidly and her memories of this man swept a tide of strong feelings over her. But when she heard Lydia speak, she was sure that she had not. "Yes, HERE we are!" she sounded unusually intense," mapping owner-level privileges, now!" Lita suddenly felt an acute awareness of this new man, like it was important that she know where he was and be concerned about him constantly. She tried to look around the air hostess to see him properly, until he eventually worked his way around her and looked down at her. "My God, I hope I look okay!" she thought, feeling like she had been caught off guard and had not had a chance to check her hair and makeup and think about how she should behave. She quickly checked her posture, made sure she wasn't slouching her breasts away from him and tried to smile as pleasingly as she could for him. "My god, I am going to have a master," she thought, half in trepidation and half in relief that the mystery was being finally put to rest. As he caught a glance of her, she saw that she had grabbed his attention. "I must be pleasing!" she thought rapidly to herself, but how could she show herself off to him? She reached up with her hand and swept a little of her hair behind her ear, then she uncrossed her legs and slipped the other high-heeled boot over the top so that she could show him how sexily she was dressed. Then she turned to look at him once more and parted her lips slightly. A broad approving grin took hold upon his face. Lita felt hot and excited, the image of her taking his cock in her mouth from the subversion program snapped into her mind. She blushed but held his gaze, she realised that she wanted that right now and had to resist looking there as she moved her eyes down his body, anxious to see what her new owner looked like. "Oh, bravo darling," she heard Lydia proudly appraising her performance. The man finally stopped looking at Lita and walked ahead to take one of the seats further ahead in the cabin, but he turned to look at Lita several times whilst he was arranging his things and taking his seat. She sat there, her heart racing, trying not to stare at him herself, trying to at least give some pretence of being not easily available; so that he would be able to enjoy the thrill of the chase a little. "Before you get too excited Lita, there are a few things that you need to know for when you meet your new owner. Firstly, you will refer to him by his name. You will never ever use words like 'owner' or 'master' to him, or when talking about him. To the outside world you will appear to be a man and a woman and nothing more complicated than that. The only exception to this is when you are communicating securely with other pleasure units. Do you understand?" "Yes Lydia, I understand." "Your master does not know that you are his pleasure slave. You have been purchased for him by a third party who is keen that he does not know the true situation, do you understand?" "Yes Lydia, I understand." About an hour after take-off, after Lita and Lydia had discussed their plan for Lita to seduce her owner, Lita carefully adjusted her breasts so that her bra and body were arranged properly. She took her mirror and lip gloss from her bag and Lydia precisely touched her up. After a quick refresh of her mascara, she closed her bag up, stood herself up, coughed lightly but pointedly, and then glanced around. As they had planned, she caught his eye briefly before she turned away and carefully trod her way backwards down the plane to get to the staircase. She was especially careful balancing on her tiny heels as the plane was buffeted about by small but occasional gusts of turbulence and she didn't want to fall into one of the other passenger's laps whilst trying to entice her owner by wriggling her ass. She carefully climbed the staircase which led up to the small first-class bar area. She was pleased to see that nobody else was sitting there and made her way to what she thought would be the best stool to be discovered sitting at. Whilst the bartender looked at her politely, she arranged herself in an unhurried way, placing her bag onto the bar and crossing her legs the way around that she thought would look the nicest. "Yes, please Maam?" "I'll have a martini please, and make it dirty please." "Very good Maam." She had no sooner turned back so that she was sitting side on, than she saw another head coming up the spiral staircase. She straightened herself up, it was him! "Atta girl," Lydia whispered, followed by, "Lust, ten percent." "Oh my god I don't need this!" Lita thought. She was suddenly acutely aware of her lips and breasts and felt a needful ache between her legs. The man started to look incredibly attractive to her and she had to focus on her breathing and resist the urge to start stimulating herself right there in front of him. "Mind if I join you?" His smile was wonderful. His lightly stubbled face was something that she felt like she could worship. Of course he could sit next to her, she was desperate for him to! "Yes, please do, I'm having a drink, what can I get you?" She smiled sweetly at him, hoping that he was not turned off by her heavy makeup and facial piercing. "I hope I'm his type," she thought, "I do so want him to find me attractive". Her mind was still swimming in a heady cloud from the lust that Lydia had cast over her. "Ooh, you are quite delightful when you are trying to be pleasing Lita," she heard Lydia grin happily. "What are you drinking there?" "A martini, dirty," Lita confessed. She left her mouth open a little at the end and edged her tongue stud forwards just a little, so that it would be visible. "Goodness me," he grinned, "well it is a little early, but what the hell, I'll have the same as the lady here." "Very good Sir." "My name is James," he said. "Lita," she said, offering her hand. His touch, any touch from him, almost drove her over the edge in her heightened state. She had to close her eyes as he took her small hand with its long nails, lifted it to his mouth and gently kissed the back of it. When she felt his warm lips on her skin, she found that she was involuntarily lifting her chest outwards to him, desperate for his touch there. She had to quickly bring herself into check. "Lita, what a beautiful name," he sighed, "and what a beautiful girl." "Twenty percent," Lydia spoke, precisely and magnanimously. Lita lost control of herself. She looked at him, her eyes wide. "I want you. I want your hands on me, and I want to pleasure you with my mouth, please, I need you to use me!" She stood up, unable to think straight and barely able to balance and used all of her concentration to walk to the toilet at the side of the bar. The bartender looked deeply uncomfortable, became aloof and then walked off to the other end of the bar area. Lita took herself inside the toilet and tried desperately to bring her hands up to her breasts. "Oh, please!" she cried in frustration as she realised that she was prevented from touching herself, suddenly remembering that she was now an owned slave-girl, for her master's use only. To her immense relief it was only seconds before he was in the toilet with her. She felt real sensual female pleasure for the first time as he took hold of her, one hand between her shoulder blades, the other on her ass, and pulled her firmly into him. The compression of her breasts against him was just what she was hungering for and she opened her mouth in pleasure as her bent down and kissed her deeply. She put her arms around him, now alight and unable to think clearly with lust, and held him tightly around his wide shoulders and his backside. "My god that feels good!" she thought. She pulled his ass forward so that his pelvis was up against hers. She was only just tall enough for this to pull him ever-so-slightly against her clitoris through all of their clothes. It was enough though. "My god, I'll never wear flat shoes again," she moaned aloud as she ground herself into him and felt a drizzle of liquid running down inside her lacy panties and the crotch of her body. "Prime directive, slut," she heard Lydia, this time she was cold and business-like, "your pleasure is secondary to his, remember that!" She snapped awake. She looked at him. His eyes were closed in pleasure, one of his hands was on the black lacy body that she was wearing, feeling her engorged fullness. The other hand was starting to snake its way down the front, underneath her jeans. She lifted herself up to him feeling that she would explode if he touched her down there. "Oh no girl, you haven't earnt that yet," she felt Lydia pull her body away from him. He gasped as his hands were removed. "No!" she called out inside, she wanted him so badly right now and she desperately didn't want to displease him. But then Lydia dropped her to her knees in front of him, moved her head towards him and she reached up and started unfastening his trousers. "Oh my god," he breathed, "Oh.... Lita!" She tugged his trousers down and then his pants and realised that she was at the perfect height for her mouth to deal with him. "Lust, thirty percent," she heard. She had no say in the matter now. She exploded forwards, her mouth wide, starving in a way that would only be satisfied by his cock; fully in her mouth. His cock was the only thing that mattered now. "My god, thank god I have my tongue stud," she thought as she took as much of his rock-hard cock as she could inside her mouth and started to make love to it. Pleasing her master was all that mattered. She drew her mouth back along his shaft and then ran her stud along the underside of his helmet, pressing it firmly around the base of his sensitive area before compressing the whole of his end between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and the sliding down once more so that he filled her up as deeply as she could accommodate. "Ahhhh," she heard him breathe. She felt a pulse of warm semen course into her mouth, immediately followed by a second wave. The slimy, salty taste felt wonderful; oysters from her master to be savoured like the delicacy that they were; her reason for being. She felt the deepest sense of satisfaction imaginable wash over her; she had pleased her master; there was no greater triumph for an owned pleasure girl. His warm love- juice felt wonderful in her mouth, she never wanted to let it go, but knew that she had to swallow it down. She swallowed, and felt happy knowing that a part of her master was now staying with her and would become part of her. She looked up at him like a young puppy, returning a stick for the first time. Was her master happy with her? He put his hand behind her head and then pulled her up by her shoulders until she was standing once more. She looked at him, desperate for a sign of approval, desperate for acceptance from him. "Oh Lita," he breathed. "Oh Lita," he sighed, a triumphant smile gradually taking hold upon his face. Lita timidly started to smile too. Her master looked happy, and that was all that she needed. She realised that that was perhaps all that she would ever need. She was relieved and infuriated in equal measure as she could feel that her arousal management system had reset itself, happy that she had fulfilled her primary function as a pleasure unit. She looked up at his face, she was already madly in love with him. "Come on, let's get out of here," he grinned. They both made themselves presentable once more and then emerged from the toilet together. There was now another young woman in a business suit sitting at the bar, talking on her phone. She looked up and then frowned as she saw the pair of them leaving the tiny toilet together. James followed her back over to the bar where she sat down at her stool again and he took his place next to her. He picked up his drink and drained it all, lifting his finger to the barman and asking for a large beer, all the time with a grin like the Cheshire cat upon his face. "Wow, I didn't realise flying commercial could be so much fun. So, Lita, what's taking you to Los Angeles? Business or pleasure? He smiled mischievously. "Both, I think," she said softly, for the first time able to think without feeling like a consumed bitch in heat. She felt small and vulnerable, knowing that she now had to be honest and obedient with her master since Lydia had assigned owner-privileges to him. Lydia stepped in for her. "I am going to my friend's engagement party; she is getting married in a couple of months and there's a big party and then we are having a hen do." She took a sip of her drink. It tasted incredible. "My god, this body is something else!" she thought. "No way, I'm going to an engagement party too, imagine that!" He took a sip from the long beer that the barman had set down in front of him on a thick paper mat. Lita looked into his lovely green eyes, wondering what would happen when their flight would end. She wanted desperately to ask him for his number but could feel Lydia forbidding her from being so forward. She wanted to know that she would see him again after the flight was over but felt powerless to make that happen. "Tomorrow night, at The Osiris." "Oh my God, that's where I'm supposed to be!" Lita was made to exclaim, up until this point completely unaware of what her diary had entailed. "Do you, have...a date?" he asked slightly warily. "Not yet," she said, feeling a little vulnerable and then sitting herself up pleasingly on her stool and lifting her head and smiling a little so that he would perhaps ask her. "Well, I would love to take you," he grinned. Her hands had come together in a prayer position, she was pressing on her lower lip with her index fingers. She stopped when she realised that she was stimulating herself. "Well, I would love to accompany you," she smiled. "Brilliant. Here's my number," he scribbled his mobile number down on one of the napkins, "send me a message, I'll pick you up at eight. Look nice for me baby!" He stood up, leant forwards, kissed her softly and then walked off down the staircase leaving Lita melting softly on her stool, nursing the last sip of her drink.