Fly the TORTURED SKIES!  (SADISTIC STEWARDESS)  By TJ Ryder     Back.

                                                                          

                                                                          

Janet B., flight attendant for EastCentral Airlines, was on the shuttle from New York to MPLS/STPAUL. She was medium height, light brown hair, 26 years old and to everyone's judgment, STACKED! All the pilots had been trying to get in her pants for years. Finally word got out she wasn't interested. Some labelled her a lesbo and several dyke stews made their pitches, also to be coolly but politely ignored.

 

As she was finishing up serving the dinners on the crowded flight, she took a break with a girlfriend in the galley, sipping a coffee. Angela, a married 35 yr‑old with children, didn't ask her if she had plans for the layover. She always in the past got a circumspect answer that was intended to let her know it was none of her business. But she liked Janet, and had worked with her off and on for a couple of years, sharing the same routes, and wondered what she had going. For one thing, she always had money, and she once suspected she got a big divorce settlement, which she found was not the case. Some stews did some hooking on the side or were semi party girls, but she didn't seem the type. She didn't live in MPLS and didn't seem to mind layovers in a motel. She asked her once if she'd like to come to her house for dinner some layover, and Janet said she appreciated the offer, but usually had premade plans she couldn't break. In the airline business, people usually screwed their fellow workers, as in a travelling circus. Yet Angela didn't know anybody in the airline who had ever gone out with her.

 

"Did you get all the trays back from first class?" asked Angela.

 

"Not yet, that cowboy in the leisure suit snapped at me when I tried to take it," Janet said with a smile.

 

"I really get pissed at some of these assholes, sometimes," Angela said with a grimace. "And I see the same ones over and over. I really appreciate your taking over for me when I'm losing it."

 

"I don't mind, really, although I do see your point."

 

"I don't see how you keep your cool sometimes," said Angela. "I get so mad at some of them I could just bust."

 

"I'm not saying I don't get mad either. But I have ways of dealing with it, much healthier ways than keeping your anger inside."

 

"Well, I wish I knew how you do it. When I get home, my house will be a mess, my husband'll be yelling at me to get him dinner, just like it is on the flight."

 

Janet smiled and touched Angela's shoulder. "I think if you straightened HIM out, you'd feel much better. Men need to be taught their place." Angela looked at her retreating back and wondered what she mean't.

 

Janet swished her firm full bottom into the first class section, seeing her target for this flight out of the corner of her eye.

 

Peter J., wealthy Atlanta businessman, had been eyeing this luscious stew the whole flight, even though a fellow traveller advised him to leave her alone. He couldn't help himself. Several times when she had bent over he had seen her panty clad cheeks, and something about her attitude was making him crazy.

 

Janet smiled at him as she took a tray to the seat in front, and deliberately decided to make the next move. The flight was almost over, he had no fellow passengers sitting besides him, and he looked the right type; well off, married, inept with women and she suspected, secretly submissive, and that she would test today!

 

After bending over close to his face, she grinned as he tried to suppress a gasp. Her bikini panties were stretched inches from his face, and she could tell he had a huge erection. Straightening up, she had him! Wandering to the front and returning, she paused by his seat, and as he looked up, saw her smile, his hand moving to shyly cover his huge lump. x

 

"Excuse me, sir," she said, "your seatbelt must be in the correct position."

 

He looked down, blushing, he had loosened his seatbelt to make his growing penis more comfortable.

 

"Perhaps it's jammed," she said, reaching down with both hands, as he gasped.

 

"Move your hands, sir!" she demanded, and he groaned, moving them, displaying his huge projection, as she smiled. "I think I see the problem, sir!" she smirked. Taking the seatbelt strap, she pulled it tight across his thick shaft, making him wince, as she looked at his expression, composed of shame and pain.

 

"Um,(gasp)um, thank you, ma'am"

 

"No, sir, it's still not tight. It should be against your belly. It's an FAA regulation, sir." She yanked it, making him groan, wishing his hardon would go down, but her big breasts in his face were keeping it up.

 

"Um, ah, ooh!"

 

"Is it jammed?" she smiled. "Sometimes they do that. Here let me try this." She raised her shapely leg, and pressed her heel over the seat belt buckle, which pressed right over his groin, and leaned her weight on it. His eyes popping out of his head, wincing with pain, he groaned as she watched his expression with a smile. x

 

"Yes, I think that did it all right." Even as she said that, he was looking down the cleavage of her blouse, which had somehow slipped a couple of buttons. Sweating and flush faced, he watched her shapely bottom swish off. He waited until she was in the galley before adjusting his seatbelt around his raging hardon, and decided he had to get off. Covering his hardon with a flight magazine, he went to the rear rest room, and as soon as he dropped his pants and sat on the little commode, he knew by the state of his drooling pink hardon he had to get off. Ah well, making sure the door was locked, fortunately nobody was waiting, he knew he only had to stroke a few times, and he was thinking of that sweet stew's backside and her retreating smile.

 

'Maybe,' he groaned, squeezing his cock, 'she liked him. Gasp, gasp, yeah, maybe he could ask her out, sometimes these overnight business trips were so lonely. Maybe a hot fox like this was also lonely, gasp, groan.'

 

He paused when he heard footsteps to the door of the cubicle, but made sure it was still locked. He'd have to be quiet, beginning to stroke again. As he almost came, the door opened and he looked up at the shocked face of the stewardess.

 

"Oh, Mr. J!" she exclaimed, as he tried to hide his drooling penis, strands of precum running from the broad head to his hand.

 

"Oh, Oh, ah, Um, I was just, just..."

 

"I know what you were just, Mr. J. This is for sanitary purposes only. I'm afraid this must be reported to the captain at once."

 

He stammered, pulling up his pants, his hardon wilting on its own at her statement. The shame, to his business, his wife, his career.

 

"Um, I'm sorry. The truth is, watching you out there, like you are, and I just had to..."

 

"Are you saying its my fault? That's sexual harassment!"

 

Trying to lower his voice, he stood up, attempting a conciliatory smile.

 

"No, I'm not saying that. Can't we just forget this, um, incident? Between us?"

 

"It doesn't matter between us, sir. The security monitor alerted me to suspicious behavior in the rest room. I know its a false alarm but unless I erase that tape there will have to be an investigation anyway."

 

He was aghast at that. Now FAA officials would be watching him jack off. He didn't see any monitor in there, and he was surprised they would even do that to passenger privacy, but he supposed terrorist threats made it happen.

 

"Um, ma'am, you and I know this was a false alarm. Why bother everyone over this. If you can erase that tape, just name your price."

 

She paused, letting him dangle. "It would cost a lot, sir. Plus this behavior of yours. If it ever happened again it would come back to me. I'd have to make sure, for my own peace of mine, you wouldn't do this again."

 

They bargained for a little more, and she saw his hardon begin its upward journey again at her closeness, her big boobs almost pressing against his chest. He obediently agreed to personally demonstrate his changed attitude, plus a monetary amount, and she gave him her card.

 

Warning him sternly that she wanted to see him on her next layover, she smiled to herself as she knew he was staring at her backside.

 

'Another easy conquest,' she said, putting his card in her wallet. x

 

After the plane landed and everyone disembarked, Janet looked around at the car pickup until she saw the red Corvette, with a good looking blond young man waving. She smiled, waved back, and strode over to the passenger door before he could get out and open it for her. Angela, walking to her car, saw them ride off and smiled and waved. However, Janet, snuggled over to the young man, didn't see her. She was engrossed in what she was doing with her right hand, which was unzipping his fly as he drove out of the airport. He was Janet's slave when she had layovers in this city. Young, good looking and well off, he was attractive and available, and most important, submissive. She had entrapped him on the Atlanta commuter run two months ago and he was coming along nicely.

 

She was hoping to have a slave in every one of her layovers eventually. Perhaps she might even settle down with one, and she especially liked James beside her. He gasped when she immediately unzipped his fly. Trying to make polite and attentive conversation while she was doing it and concentrate on his driving through the traffic was taxing his powers.

 

"Did you have a good flight, Mistress?" he asked.

 

"Not too bad," she responded. Waiting until he was stopped at a light, she reached inside his pants, grasping his hefty erection to free it. "I thought my instructions were no underwear," she said.

 

"Oh, sorry mistress. I didn't think you'd mind."

 

"Actually I don't mind." She kissed his cheek and squeezed his male member. "But I am going to punish you for it."

 

James swallowed. He tried to change the subject. "I have reservations at Antoine's and theater tickets, mistress. Of course it's up to you but it opens at 8 pm.

 

"Yes," she purred, running her long fingernail over his bulbous knob, "it is up to me isn't it? I think we'll to my hotel first and freshen up and, of course, attend to your punishment. Perhaps if you accept your lessons quickly there'll be time for the show. In any case you will amuse me one way or another."

 

"Yes mistress," he said, not able to keep the fear out of his voice.

 

Janet heard his voice quaver and pressed her thigh against his while squeezing his cock. Her full breasts pressed against his side, she ruffled his hair with her free hand. She smiled and nuzzled his cheek.

 

"Don't be too frightened, dear. If your'e a good boy maybe I will reward you."

 

After they pulled into the parking lot of the motel, James having already paid for the room, Janet released his still hard member. When he tried to retrieve his cock back into his pants, Janet smiled and gently placed a restraining hand on his arm.

 

"No, dear, just hold something in front of yourself for cover." Red‑faced, James, holding his coat in front of him and her bags in the other hand, followed Janet's swinging hips up the outside stairs to the second floor unit. Once they entered the room he dropped his bags and his coat, feeling foolish with his cock hanging out of his fly. She told him to unpack her bags and put away her clothes.

 

"But first, I think you'll look less silly if you had your clothes off." She smiled as he stripped while she sat in a chair and put up her feet. She watched him, now nude, put away her things while she imagined what punishments she would perform on him. Finished with unpacking, he was ordered to mix her a drink and kneel before her. As she sipped her drink she kicked off her shoes, ordering him to massage her feet, aching from standing up all afternoon on the flight. She enjoyed the sensation of his strong but gentle fingers massaging the soles of her feet. She was thinking of having him kiss and lick her feet, which he would do, but she enjoyed that following a punishment session the most. She sat up and unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it off. Following this by unclasping her bra snaps, she removed this also, freeing her large breasts. Her slave watching her avidly, she smiled as she slid her skirt off. Only wearing sheer white panties on her full curvaceous body, she stretched a little, parting her thighs slightly. Her slave was fully erect again, she noticed with satisfaction, as she adjusted her panties. Hooking her thumbs in the top of her panties, she was wondering if she should cum now or wait till later. She had cum on the flight, which were so boring sometimes she had to, especially when she knew a slave was waiting to serve her. She had decided not to change her drenched panties on the plane, thinking of this moment with anticipation. She sat up slightly and beckoned him closer.

 

"Move closer dear," she smiled while pulling his face into her crotch. "It's been a long tiring day and I want you to suck at the crotch of my panties. Clean them with your mouth like a good boy." James pressed his face into the warm damp fabric, inhaling her feminine fragrance. Intoxicated, sucking and licking at the drenched panties, he felt her hips begin to rock back and forth, pressing against his face Janet moaned, feeling his tongue tease her clitoris through the damp fabric, adding to her sensitivity. Relaxing into her orgasm, she squeezed his head with her thighs as she gasped and moaned, drenching her panties again, feeling her hot cum sucked out throuth the panties into James' eager mouth. Finally she signed, spread her thighs and slipped her panties down. Enjoying the warm air and his breath on her exposed cunt lips she had him lick and tongue her clean. There she remained for several minutes, finishing her drink. She smiled at his erection, which was dripping with precum. She enjoyed him hard like this, needing to cum badly himself but only allowed to give her pleasure. "I'd like to have dinner now, dear," she smiled warmly at him, pulling him up to sit beside her on the chair. "But," she said, grasping his hard cock, "what can we do about this? We'll never be able to go out with this huge thing sticking out." She wondered about her usual way of training males, facesitting them as they were tied spreadeagle in the motel bed, and then cockwhipping him down. That was lovely but felt James needed some extra work.

 

She kissed him on his lips, pressing her full breasts against him. He moaned with desire as she caressed him, eagerly returning her warm kisses. Sighing, she squeezed his cock harder, and pursed her lips, considering what to do next. "I know," she said sweetly, "I did promise you a punishment, so we must do that anyway, so why not make it a genital whipping? Yes, that sounds like a nice solution." She kissed James as she watched his expression become fearful.

 

"Come now, dear, On your knees now," she said as she stood up and marched him into the motel bathroom. She preferred bathrooms because in motels they were easier to soundproof, and, blood was so much easier to clean up. She saw her panties on the floor and had him bring them, thinking she would use them. While he knelt on the cold tiled floor before her, she considered how to do it. Finally, she had him stand up facing her and she tied his hands to the sturdy shower rod with short pieces of rope she always carried in her purse for occasions like this. Then, her big full breasts swaying, she sat on the closed toilet seat, with his erect cock directly in front of her head. She withdrew a small cat of nine tails from her purse, lovingly making sure the knots at the end of each length of leather was tight. She smiled up at james as her left hand grasped his cock and stroked him gently. Standing up, pressing her full breasts against his chest, her turgid nipples making him groan with desire, she told him to open his mouth. When he obediently did so, she inserted her panties. "This will help you stay hard and also muffle your screams."

 

Turning around she wet a large bath towel in water and jammed it under the bathroom door. Turning back to him she smiled with anticipation. Cock whipping James was such a special moment for them both. It made them feel so much closer to each other. What she relished were the subtle preliminaries like this, as she stroked him hard. They both knew he would be crying and sobbing shortly, writhing in pain. Yet he presented his erection to her for punishment because she so enjoyed torturing him this way. After a cock whipping, she thought, James is so sweet and humble. Controlling a man this way, punishing the male member that becomes erect by her is so satisfying to a woman, she thought. He obediently let himself almost reach an orgasm, responding to her carresses, trying to shoot his seed. But, she smiled as she grasped his cock at the base, shutting down the ejaculation, enjoying the involuntary shudders his body made as his much needed release was denied. She smiled triumphantly as she picked up her lash, holding it in front of his eyes, before haughtily stepping back a step and lashing his cock. He immediately began to involuntarily cry out, his voice muffled.

 

"I'm going to give you thirty lashes from each side tonight," she said sweetly as she swung the whip again. Hearing his cries of pain begin to run together, she was totally enrapt in torturing him. As he writhed and shuddered she sighed and cooed to herself. Her pussy began to drool precum. Several minutes went by this way as his crying was now a non‑stop sobbing as she switched to her backhand with alternate stokes, making the unmarked surface red and striped as his erection danced and bounced with the impact of her cat. Several tiny cuts, spouting bright droplets of blood appeared.

 

Occasionally, as she swung her whip, her voluptuous body swaying in front of her victim, drops would rain down his thighs and hit the tile floor. A couple even landed on her body, which she enjoyed. Finally, administering the last of her lashes reluctantly, she noticed him begin to slump in his bounds. Frowning slightly, she lifted his chin, and was gratified he hadn't passed out. That would cheat her out of his pain. Smiling at him, she gently slapped his cheeks, and he opened his eyes. He was drenched in sweat, his now flaccid cock red with a few flecks of blood.

 

"Now that wasn't so bad dear," she smiled, " was it?" She hooked up a detacheable shower attachment on a rubber house. "I'm going to clean you up a little now, darling. I would take the gag out but the water is going to be hot. You'll probably need it." First aiming at his bottom with the hot spray, she enjoyed his wincing. She teasingly brought the hot spray closer and closer to his groin, before rewarding herself with making heim jerk like a puppet as his cock and balls received the spray. Then she enteed the shower herself and washed down the blod flecks off of her bare legs.

 

Standing again in front of him and grasped his sensitive member again, very softly. Brushing his body with hers she began to get him hard again.

 

His erection again swelling against her belly, she regarded him coolly. "Do you know your place now, dear?" she asked sweetly, "Because I could save the time in untying you and punish you some more."

 

"Oh no, mistress," he blurted. "Please, I promise iv'e learned my lesson, please." Janet smiled smugly and unfastened his wrists, ordering him to drop to his knees. "Kiss and lick my feet, slave," she commanded, " to thank me for punishing you" He did furiously, lest she change her mind and tie him up again. She allowed him to brush his lips further and further up her legs. As he licked upward, enjoying her warm taste, he longed to taste her essence again. Then she abruptly got up and went over to the bed, and opened her bag. He groaned as he saw her lengths of heavy twine in her hand. x

 

"I almost forgot pigsquealing time!"

 

"Please, mistress, please,..don't" x

 

"Why not, silly? You know how much I enjoy it. And you are a male pig! Your behavior in the plane was certainly swinish enough." She said this to remind him he had never gotten a copy of the film of him jacking off in the rest room; which of course never existed in the first place. He moaned and shuffled over to the bed. Smiling smugly she bound him on his back, his legs spread. Pulling a low chair between his legs, she masturbated him, making sure he was hard.

 

"You'd be surprised how strong a stewardess' hands get, serving you male pigs all day long."

 

"Please, you said last time I was good."

 

"ooh my, this penis wants to spray so much. And these testicles, nice and full of disgusting malecream. Look how swollen they are."

 

"But, mistress, please..."

 

"Males must be regularly reminded. Your little pig brains forget so easily."

 

He watched with alarm as her strong hands cupped each ball, massaging them softly, making him harder. She looked at him with a smile, her nipples turgid.

 

Then she slowly began to squeeze, and he gasped, groaned, and writhed. Loving the feeling of his essence trapped in her hands, she did it over and over,

 

"Oh yes,(sigh) We certainly can't forget this. And just listen to you squeal, piglet." x

 

After hoarse sobbing and screams, he was grateful to see her her turn her backside to him and bend forward, presenting her perfect round bottom. She haughtily ordered him to pay homage to her as she pulled her smooth hairless cheeks apart with her hands.

 

James was intoxicated with her gorgeous bottom. He brushed her cheeks with his lips, licking all over the surface, before gently licking the length of her crack. Each time his tongue travelled over her pert brown anus he paused slightly. Then he concentrated on her anus, kissing it reverently with long slow kisses before succumbing to his need to taste her further and gently probed his tongue. Janet so adored this ultimate body worship, writhing slowly on his eager submissive tongue. As he ate her ass out with thorough humility she moaned to herself, pressing backward to his face, now buried between her cheeks. James' long strong tongue buried deeply in her anus, twisted and probed to give her pleasure as her cries grew louder, approaching her orgasm. Sighing and moaning, she twisted and rocked her body on his worshipping mouth and tongue, her pussy pouring forth cum while James ardently remained impaling her sweet anus. Finally, she sighed deeply and stood upright pushing his face out of her bottom, a strand of saliva connecting connecting his lips to her anus. Then she turned and faced him, pulling his face to her drenched cuntlips and thighs. Without being told, he tongue cleaned her of all residue of her orgasm, before kissing her pussylips to signal he was finished. She was deeply content, for the moment, although the whipping was over too soon to entirely sate her, but cock whippings don't last long enough for total satisfaction.

 

The nutcracking was just wonderfully satisfying as usual though. Next time, she thought, she'd flog him properly until he cried. She laid on the bed and ordered him to lick her feet while she considered her next bit of entertainment. Finally, she told him to assist her dress, kneeling before her as she slipped her clothes on and finally zipping her tight fitting dress up the back.

 

When she decided she looked okay in the mirror she allowed James to get dressed. However, she warned him not to wear underwear. And, deciding her short dress was modest enough, she removed her own panties. As James was hurriedly dressing, she walked over to him with a length of fishing line in a spool.

 

"Wait, dear," she smiled. "I have some additions I'd like to make to your wardrobe before you finish." James had recovered, still with a dull groin ache, but not having cum, his erection returned and was swollen as she grasped it with one hand, then taking a loop of fishing line and sliding it over his scrotum, trapping his cock and balls. "Now you can zip up dear," she said, "but leave the leash hanging out of your fly." The thin transparent monofilament line was practically invisible as he finished dressing and combing his hair. She patted the swollen bump in his pants leg left by his hardon and picked up the genital leash, looping it around her left wrist.

 

"If I were you," she said with a lilting laugh, "I'd remember I have this on my wrist."

 

As they drove to the expensive restaurant, Janet pulled on the leash lightly once, testing him and making him wince. He endured the pulling on his genitals by gritting his teeth. After they took their seats, she motioned him to hand her the leash, which he obediently did. When the waitress came over, James ordered for them, but in midsentence Janet pulled the leash tight, making his voice croak.

 

"Excuse me, sir?" said the pretty waitress.

 

"Um,sorry, I, ah, wanted to order the geal, um veal for the lady." He tried to politely order but veins stood out on his forehead, tears formed in his eyes. The waitress was puzzled but finally took the order. Janet laughed when she left. "This is very amusing dear," she said as she kissed him. "you should have heard your voice change."

 

She tormented him a few more times during the excellent dinner. When they left, she as usual in the front, the waitress noticed him desperately anxious to keep up with her and wondered why. Once in the parking ramp and by the car, Janet smiled and handed him back the leash.

 

"That was so much fun darling," she smiled, "I think you should thank me for training you so well." James looked around the parking ramp. "There's no one here but us," she smiled. "And I promised you I might reward you after all.

 

"Go ahead and kneel and grovel for me nicely." James blushed, hearing cars entering the lower levels, but obeyed and knelt down on the asphalt and kissed and licked her feet. Janet enjoyed his paying homage to her immensely.

 

"Now take out your penis and masturbate like a good boy." He blushed, hearing car engines on the next level. After a car went by she turned her back to him, feeling the cool Spring air on her naked pussy. She told him to worship her until she ordered him to stop. Once again, James lifted her short skirt, revealing her beautiful round asscheeks. Groaning with embarrassment and desire he pressed his face and licked her crack. Quickly probing her anus with his tongue, he couldn't help jacking off now. She smiled down, looking between her legs as he worshipped her, and when he sprayed jet after jet of sperm over the asphalt, she let him tongue her for a few moments and then pulled down her skirt and straightened up.

 

"That will do, slave,"she smiled smugly. "I enjoy your worship more and more lately. Perhaps you'll get more after the show. Now clean your pigmess up, slaveboy." He moaned in shame, but did put his lips and tongue on the ramp surface, and licked warm glob after glob of his own spending as he heard her giggle with laughter.

 

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