We took off in the early evening and would fly most of the night, clothed in darkness across the vast sea. The usual pre-sleep events had taken place- cocktails, dinner, dessert, one last night cap- and the lights in the cabin were dimmed in hopes that rest would soon follow.
We were the only passengers in the row; our destination wasn’t exactly the vacation capital of the world, hence the blessing of space. He spread one small blanket and then, another around and across us, covering me, especially. He encouraged me to lie back in His protective embrace and i did, willing myself to sleep so that i had some hope of fending off the jet-lag that would surely be my touching down reward.
As i sank slowly into a 39,000-foot sleep, i felt a somewhat familiar sensation that my brain could not reconcile with my surroundings. It was a rapid, insistent vibration right against my clit. My eyes flew open as i turned my head just enough to look up at my Master; His arms held me fast allowing for not much more than the slightest shift as my gaze pleaded with him for explanation.
His smirk was all i was granted.
Something wrong, Babygirl?
Not exactly, was my whispered response, except we might be causing some sort of international incident if we’re caught.
Then we better not get caught. Do I need to gag you? That may just cause a ruckus. Can you promise to be quiet and please me by submitting to My will for you at this moment?
And my only answer was a breathless, yes.
17. i am always in submission to my Master whether He is present or not, ready to please Him at anytime, in any place, under any circumstances, regardless of who may be present. For the opportunity to submit and to please is by far more important and satisfying than any other pursuit. i trust my Master will keep me safe, protecting His reputation and mine in the presence of others.
