Tomorrow is the day that I’ve been waiting for: it’s the day where I fly back over to Melbourne.
Tomorrow I will be back with m’Lady, my owner, for two whole weeks.
Tomorrow I will be on an aeroplane for four hours, wearing my knee-high boots, a short dress and no underwear. My tag will be shiny in my ear. My face will be bright with smiling anticipation. My aroma of arousal may possibly be noticeable, if you’re close enough.
Tomorrow my hand luggage will contain:
- my collar, ready to put on after customs
- a comfortable buttplug
- smartballs for my cunt
- two single sachets of lube
Tomorrow, after I have been through customs in Melbourne I will visit the airport bathroom to put in my smartballs and plug, filling two of my three holes. I may masturbate, just a little. Then I will go and catch a taxi to m’Lady’s house.
Tomorrow I will be tempted to offer the taxi driver oral services in return for the journey. I will definitely be tempted to show them what’s under my dress. I will want to wank as they drive me to my owner. Of course, I can’t get the passenger’s seat damp … that would be wrong. So mostly I am just tempted. Still, who knows where the conversation will go?
Tomorrow I will arrive at m’Lady’s after dark, wearing my fuck-me boots and my use-me dress and my you-own-me collar and tag. I will arrive in a waft of my own arousal, wet with cunt juices and mouth juices, ready to drop to my knees in the hallway and worship at m’Lady’s crotch. I will orgasm as my owner slides eir cock into my mouth.
Tomorrow all my holes will be used and filled and fucked by m’Lady. Tomorrow my face will be slapped, over and over - something I have masturbated to the thought of for weeks.
Tomorrow will be intense. And tomorrow will be just the beginning.
Photographed by m’Lady during my last visit, a year ago.