Dedicated to Master Scott, Based on our true week together.
- Departure
Standing in the Heathrow airport terminal, Sarah looked passively around at the many people going about their business. Of course, his name wasn't really Sarah, no, her passport said something quite different. The passport also stated her gender as being "M", which she was even if she heavily wished otherwise. That was the name that had been bestowed upon her by Scott, her Dom. That was who had convinced her over months of online talking, texting, webcam, phone chats, gifts and more, to come to London for a week to meet. He had even sprung for the ticket, on the condition that Sarah stay with him for the duration of the visit. It all seemed too good to be true, and she had sprung at the offer for her spring break. So here she stood in the terminal holding her small suitcase, he had said she only needed a few outfits. Very demanding on which she brought.
Pondering when exactly Scott would be there to pick her up, or where, he had stated neither, she stood idly. Suddenly, a hand struck her hard across the cheek emitting a loud crack as her cheek felt the stinging pain. Setting a gentle hand on her reddened face, she turned to be met by the imposing figure of her Dom standing in front of her.
"I told you to dress before the flight," he said dryly, a look of anger in his eyes that made her shrink. Standing there in her drab boyish clothes, having chosen them over the girl clothes to save face in customs. Her face feel to the ground demurely, feeling remorseful for her grave wrongdoing, as she was slapped once more on the opposite cheek, her face turning slightly from the motion. "Go and get dressed," his hand lifted to motion to the bathrooms not far off to indicate where she should change. "Wear the leopard one, and those strappy stilettos." He didn't need to say much more, as she shuffled to the bathrooms quickly while cradling the small suitcase.
Latching the stall, she set the suitcase on the floor and opened it. Hearing the many people coming and going through the restroom, she slowly stripped her drooping and drab boy clothes and piled them neatly on the tile floor. She was lean, eating a very strict diet and jogging often. Her small five foot, six inch frame was pale, her butt a little bubbly for a boy, and her body tending to slight curves. Her small `clit', as Scott had named it, wasn't much to show for. No hair was on her body below her neck, her face having not grown much hair but still shaved often. Framing her round face was medium length, immaculately kept brunette hair cut in a unisex style.
Looking through her suitcase, she chose a small hot pink thong, hoping it would be to Scott's liking. Stepping into it and pulling it slowly up her legs, she affixed it on herself and tucked herself back to try and hide her growing hardness. Tugging up a bra in a matching color, she wrapped it's C Cup build around her small frame, clasping it with ease. Placing her home made forms into the cups, she checked the weights gently before sitting on the toilet seat. Pulling out a pair of fishnet stockings, she balled them up as she had many times before, slowly rolling them up her legs one at a time before standing back up. Pulling the dress out, she inspected it quickly with it's short hem and spaghetti straps. Stepping into it, she pulled the leopard print fabric up and pulled the straps over those of her bra. Smoothing it's tight form fitting silk over her body. Taking a step would expose her stocking tops, and bending over would give a full view of her ass.
Sitting back onto the seat, her dress riding up and almost exposing her now fully erect clit, she pulled out her shoes. A black pair of stilettos with ankle straps, five inch heels. Slipping her hose covered feet into them, she quickly strapped them on and stood on the heels with ease. Having practiced for hours on end in the towering heels, she needed no help. Checking herself for a moment, she noticed the bulge apparent under her short dress. Trying to hide it, she tucked it back helping the image somewhat, but a peering eye would notice after a while. Fluffing her hair, and taking a tube of red lipstick from her makeup bag and rolling it on with a practiced hand, she placed her boyish garbs into the suitcase and closed it.
Pulling up the handle, setting it on it's small wheels, she composed herself. The sounds of the airport suddenly feel back on her as she reaches for the latch. The sounds of the bathroom's reminding her she was firmly in the male restroom, and there wasn't a chance of the amount of people inside dying down anytime soon. Holding her breath and composing herself, her clit not growing any less hard at the prospect, no matter how much she feared it, she unlatches the door and pulled it open. Walking quickly, eyeing the floor, she could her the motions of the room slow as people struggled to comprehend what they were seeing. Slowly, some people got the idea, a few murmured laughs, a playful whistle and a few disgusted older men making disparaging comments.
As she exited into the carpeted terminal, she straightened her walk and slowly made her way back to Scott as he watched her make her way, under the gaze of many men and women to him. Standing close to him, she watched the floor as her face flushed red. Quickly a hand grasped her clit, squeezing it momentarily and setting her ablaze in passion as Scott coped a feel of her.
"Follow." He ordered her, turning and walking knowing she would follow. And follow she did, her erection now formed by her dress, no way to hide it. Blushing almost crimson, she followed him closely as her heels clicked on the tile floor of the entrance, the cool afternoon air flushing over her and up her dress, caressing her body tenderly. So Sarah found herself in London, dressed in a short dress and high heels, following a Dom she had just met in person for the first time, at his will.