TITLE    : Dirty Dawn Ch. 02
STORYID  : dirty-dawn-ch-02_2011
SUMMARY  : Woman becomes sex toy for a weekend.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2011-12-15
CATEGORY : bdsm-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |swap|swing|toy|pet|slave|dildo|used|fsub|


<i>Author's Note: To fully appreciate this story you need to first read, "Dirty Dawn, Part One."</i>



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Since we were only going for the weekend we each had one bag and one carry on. We already had electronically secured our boarding passes so all we had to do was check our bags and get through security. It was in the security line that I turned to Dawn and said, "You're to go through the body scanner, not the metal detector. Understand?"



She looked kind of funny at me but said, "Yes, sir."



"And under no circumstances are you to remove that collar." She looked even more confused. "They can touch it, feel it, run their fingers under or over it, but you WILL NOT take it off." I looked her in the eye. "Understand?"



"Yes, sir," she said.



We got up to the first TSA agent who looked at our identification and our boarding passes. He looked very carefully at Dawn's collar but didn't show any reaction. He initialed our boarding passes and indicated that we could pass. I picked the station that had the fewest people in line. I knew from experience that the TSA folks would prefer for us to go through the body scanners, but what Dawn didn't know was that whoever was looking at the scanner display would clearly see that she had on no panties and that any wetness on the exterior of her body would show up reflective on the scanner, thereby mandating a hand search.



I went through first and had no issues. On the other side I put my shoes back on as Dawn was stepping into the scanner. She raised her arms and stood still. The controller ran it, looked at the screen and told her to stay still, that they needed to run a second scan. I knew her pussy was wet. I had seen the shine on the insides of her thighs from her juices flowing so nicely. I knew it was showing up on the scanner. They'd have to do a hand search if the same image showed up on the second scan.



It did. The female TSA agent on station was a nicely built light skinned black woman wearing gloves &#x2013; the safety latex/rubber kind they use to keep from getting anything icky on their hands. The female TSA agent ordered Dawn into a small portioned area off to one side where a hand search would be conducted. Since the scans had to have shown a reflective (which meant metal density in the TSA's book) material in Dawn's crotch, that was where they'd have to first wave a wand and second manually inspect. As Dawn stepped over into the area indicated I asked the nearest TSA agent if I could accompany her.



"Are you her husband?" he asked.



"Not exactly," I replied.



"What are you exactly then?" he asked.



"For the weekend, I'm her owner. Her husband lent her to me for my personal use and service while I'm in Vegas on business." I thought the TSA agent's eyes were going to pop out of his head, but he quickly caught himself and his voice was calm when he replied.



"I guess that explains the collar then?" I simply nodded. "I'm sorry, sir," he said. "I can't allow anyone that isn't immediate family into the private area, and even then I could only do it if the person being searched requested it."



"I understand," I said. I was disappointed because I KNEW that female TSA agent was going to have her hands in Dawn's crotch, up against if not actually in Dawn's wet pussy. I wanted to watch, but oh well. A few moments later Dawn came back out of the private area with a glazed look on her face, the female TSA agent right behind her with a smile beaming from ear to ear. I noted that her gloves seemed wet with white cream and returned her smile when our eyes met.



"Enjoy your flight," the female TSA agent said to Dawn.



"Oh, I will," Dawn said in a shaky voice. Making sure we had all our items we walked down the passageway side by side and I waited until we were away from the security area before I said anything.



"So," I started, "tell me what transpired behind that private partition and make sure you leave out no details."



"Yes, sir," Dawn said obediently, pausing to collect her thoughts. "As soon as we got behind the partition the woman agent told me that she had to check out something that had been shown on the scanner. She said that the area of my crotch had shown a high density material and protocols required her to check it first with the wand and then by hand. I told her that I wasn't wearing any panties and asked if what the scanner showed could be caused by sweat or other moisture. With a smile she told me that yes it could be, but she'd still have to verify that by hand. She had me stand still with my legs parted slightly so that she could run the wand up and down past my crotch and it didn't make any sounds. She said that supported my claim of just being moist but that she'd still have to verify. She had me turn around and 'assume the position' against a wall and she pulled my skirt all the way up above my ass. While she held my skirt up with one hand she ran her other hand up and down the insides of both my thighs starting from knees and going all the way up until her hand was pressed against my pussy lips."



Just as she said, "pussy lips," we passed a man who was walking the other way. He heard the words and his head whipped around to look at Dawn so fast I thought he was going to get whip-lash. She paused when she noticed him and I said, rather loudly, "Don't stop. Continue your report."



"Yes, sir," she said, turning away from the now smiling man who was walking her walk away. "After she had pushed her hand up against my pussy lips a few times and I hadn't moved she told me that just to be safe she had to make sure I didn't have anything hidden and did I have her permission to search more thoroughly? I think my answer was more moan than coherent but I told her yes. Almost immediately she pushed two fingers into me..."



"Into you where?" I interrupted her to ask.



"Into my pussy," she answered.



"Be specific in your reporting, toy," I ordered her.



"Yes, sir," she said. "She pushed what felt like two fingers into my pussy, hard enough to make me stand up on my toes. She moved them around, stirring them as deep as she could reach and then pulled them back out. Since I thought she was done I started to come down off my toes and as I did that she shoved her fingers back up into my pussy again. This time, she also stuck her other two fingers in my ass and I know I moaned out loud. I am still pretty sensitive down there from what you made me do in the car so it only took a few seconds of her finger-fucking my pussy and ass to make me cum. She kept fingering me until my orgasm passed and then she kissed my left ass cheek, pulled her fingers out of me and told me I was okay to board my plane."



"What else?" I prompted her.



"When I turned around," she said, "the agent was smelling the two fingers she had pushed into my pussy and I could see my cream all over the glove."



"Anything else?" I asked.



"No, sir," she replied. "That's everything that happened until you saw us both."



"Very good, toy," I said with a smile. "I'm glad to see that you've already learned your place for the weekend."



We got to our boarding gate just as the plane started to load and a short while later we were comfortably seated and buckled in. After take off the flight attendants came around and asked us about drinks. I ordered a soda and got a small drink for Dawn. After the drinks had arrived we relaxed and enjoyed the flight. About 30 minutes into the five hour flight I leaned over and ordered Dawn to pull her skirt up above her knees. She complied without verbal acknowledgement but I wasn't going to push the issue in the cramped confines of the airplane seating.



When the seatbelt light went out I took mine off, told her to take hers off and lifted the arm-rest between us up out of the way. Turning my body toward hers I pulled her to me and our mouths met in a kiss. It wasn't a quick peck kind of kiss. It was a "I'm going to dominate your soul" kind of kiss as I did all I could to possess and control her just with my lips and tongue on hers. As the kiss grew I could feel her passion build and wondered what the limits of her desires were. 'Exhaustion' was the best guess I could come up with as we continued our small tongue-wrestling match.



As I felt and heard her breathing change I cupped her left breast in my right hand, caressing it... gently squeezing it... milking it from base to nipple... there to find her erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger... I heard her gasp into my mouth as I pinched and then pulled that nipple. The surprise I got was that her hips pumped involuntarily as the pleasure/pain of the nipple pinch/pull shot through her.



Breaking our kiss I put my mouth to her ear and as I continued to pinch and pull her nipple, her hips still flexing with every shot of pain/pleasure, I asked, "Does my toy like having her nipples tortured?"



"Yes, sir," she whispered back, a groan escaping her throat as I pinched and pulled again.



Quietly I said, "I see. Then I'll have to make sure to test the limits of that pleasure as well." She moaned in response as I pinched/pulled again.



For the next several minutes I continued to torture / pleasure the nipple I could easily reach given our position and I went back to kissing her. All the while, in the back of my mind, I was thinking about how wet her pussy was, and much wetter it would be getting, and how easy it was going to be to reach it...

