Plastic Daisy
I heard a few teenage girls laughing and whispering so I took my eyes off of my book and looked at them. They were all looking in the same direction as well as several other people. As I followed their gaze to see what they were laughing at, I noticed the other people looking in the same direction as the girls were also laughing or pointing. My eyes continued across the airport until I saw what everyone was looking at. A scantily dressed woman, with huge fake boobs, artificially plumped up lips, some kind of butt enhancers, and entirely too much makeup was the reason for everyone’s strange behavior.
I thought to myself, “she looks ridiculous. What kind of idiot even finds that attractive?” Then I went back to my book.
I heard a woman’s sultry voice say, “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
The whole damn row was open and someone was asking if the seat right next to me was open. I was getting annoyed before I even looked up. It was Miss Plastic. Her breasts were falling out of her shirt and they momentarily held me in a trance as I struggled for words. I said to myself, “Snap out of it man. Those things are fake as hell.”
My cock seemed to have a mind of its own because looking at those massive fake breasts made him ignore the fake part and it sprang to life. Instead of just saying yes or saying that I had no idea my brain defied me and I said, “I was saving it just for you.”
I wanted to kick myself for flirting with her. She smiled and said, “You’re funny.” She extended her hand and said, “I’m Daisy.”
I wondered if that was her real name as I said, “My name is Alan. It’s nice to meet you Miss Daisy.”
She giggled and said, “Miss Daisy. You southerners are so cute when you call me Miss Daisy instead of just Daisy.”
One of the teenage girls, clearly eavesdropping, said to her friends, “My name is Daisy but you can call me Bimbo.”
Daisy got a hurt look on her face for just a second before she quickly put the smile back on her face and said, “It’s nice to meet you too Alan.”
I started to shoot a look back at the rude teenagers but Daisy said, “Don’t pay them any attention. You just focus on me so we can get to know each other better.”
My eyes left the teenagers and looked at Daisy. Her eyes were a beautiful combination of several different colors and for just a second it felt like we were the only two people in the entire airport. I quickly regained my composure and said, “May I ask you a question Miss Daisy, oh, I mean Daisy?”
She said yes so I asked, “The whole row was empty. I am not at all upset that you chose to sit next to me but I am curious as to why you chose me.”
Daisy smiled and said, “Your boarding says you are group number one and I noticed you do not have a suitcase with you.”
I said, “I’m not following.”
She said, “You must travel light. I have a suitcase that I do not want to check at the gate and I am in the last boarding group.”
Well at least now I knew her interest in me was not sexual. I laughed and said, “You want me to bring your suitcase on as my own so you don’t have to check it?” That’s pretty smart.”
Daisy said, “Either that or you could upgrade my ticket to first class and we could sit together.”
Feeling as if I was on autopilot, I got up and said, “Let’s go see the ticket agent.”
We walked up together and it felt like the eyes of the entire terminal were on me. She took my hand and said, “Ignore them. Just focus on me baby.”
Both times she said to just focus on her, I became unaware of everything around me except her. She was really good at helping me to ignore all those judgmental people. I assumed she had a lot of experience ignoring people like that.
I explained to the gate agent what I wanted to do and he said I was in luck because the seat next to mine was still open and they had not sent out free upgrades to their loyalty rewards engers yet. I handed her the first class ticket and said, “There you go. You went from Group 9 to Group 1.”
She squeezed my arm and said, “And now I get to sit with my knight in shining armor.”
We boarded the plane and I carried her suitcase even though I did not need to any longer. I sat down first and then when she crossed over to the window seat, she pushed her breasts into my face. I kept telling myself they were fake but my body didn’t care. I melted into my seat and felt a big stupid smile grow across my face. She giggled and said, “Oops. Sometimes my boobs have a mind of their own.”
Then noticing the effect they had on me she said, “It seems they make your mind turn to mush.”
I assumed she was going to take her seat at this point but she stood over my seat and said, “You were such a good boy buying my upgraded ticket. I want to reward you.”
I opened my mouth to ask her what she had in mind but before a single word was formed she sat on my lap and started kissing me with her big fake lips. Her lips were huge, and soft, and they smothered mine. And as she kissed me I felt my world spinning. I had never experienced anything like it before and I could suddenly feel cum beginning to soak my underwear. She ended the kiss by saying, “Such a good little boy.”
When she sat down my head was spinning and my cock was smashed up against my zipper. I said, “When we get to Dallas, do you want to come back to my place?”
She said, “Oh silly boy. I had already decided I was going home with you when I decided to sit next to you. I just needed you to get onboard with my decision. But I should warn you that I am not like other women.”
I said, “I can see that.”
She laughed and said, “You’re cute but that isn’t what I meant. If I choose you to be my man, which I am very inclined to do at this point. I will make you my love slave. You will be blissfully happy, sex will rule your decisions, and you will mindlessly and helplessly obey every command I give you.”
Some things had been handed to me on a silver platter but I had also worked hard to obtain everything I had. I suddenly had a vision of me sitting in a mortgage company g over my deed to the house and land I owned to this woman I had just met an hour earlier. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs from my mind and said, “I am my own man. I will keep control of my own thoughts thank you very much.”
She squeezed my cheek like a grandmother does to the cute grandkid knowing that the grandkid really doesn’t appreciate it. Then she said, “You’re so cute. You actually think that you have any say in the matter? You are just adorable. No silly, I am afraid that the decision is 100% mine and your opinion has no bearing on it at all.”
I opened my mouth to disagree with her but she pulled me into her and kissed me again. I felt her gigantic boobs pushing up against me, her tongue probing my mouth as those oversized lips swallowed my lips, and her big ass rubbing against my now throbbing cock and my desire to resist just melted away. As I was slipping away into a sea of pleasure I heard a voice say, “Ma’am, please take your seat and fasten your seatbelt.”
My eyes opened and I saw a stern looking flight attendant glaring at Daisy. Daisy climbed off my lap and then leaned to whisper in my ear, “See baby, you don’t even want to resist me anymore do you?”
I looked up into her multi-colored eyes and dreamily replied, “I don’t want to resist you anymore.”
As the flight began to taxi she pulled me towards her and said, “Just relax baby. You are safe here in my arms. Just close your eyes and let Daisy take care of you.”
She began gently stroking my hair and would occasionally caress my face as she said, “Just relax Alan. Close those heavy eyes of yours and surrender to the powerful urge to sleep. Feel those heavy eyes become heavier and heavier as the lull of the airplane engine makes you feel sooooo sleepy.”
My head slowly fell to her side and came to rest directly on her breast. I had never felt fake boobs before and they were quite comfortable. Daisy said, “Just relax and drift off to sleep. Feel your eyes closing as my lullaby voice and the sound of the engines make it impossible to hold them open any longer. Close your eyes and sleep for Daisy. Sleep for me Alan. Sleep and surrender to me.”
My eyes closed and I sank into her big fake breasts. She continued to caress my head and said, “That’s a good boy. You are such a good, submissive, obedient little boy. I am going to take such good care of you. All you have to do is go to work, be successful so you make lots of money, and I will take care of everything else. Your money belongs to me now, your assets belong to me now but more important, your heart and your body are mine as well. You will receive so much pleasure from me that you will beg me to stop but you won’t really want me to stop. And each time you orgasm with me, you will feel more submissive, more obedient, more compliant, more docile, and more eager to serve me. Do you understand my sweet little slave?”
I said, “Yes Daisy.”
She giggled again and said, “My silly little slave. You will call me Mistress or Mistress Daisy. You are no longer permitted to refer to me by my first name only. Is that understood my obedient little subby?”
I replied, “Yes Mistress.”
Mistress Daisy then said, “You will sleep now and you will dream about making love to me. You are so obsessed with my body that you will think about sex all day and then dream about it at night. When the plane begins to descend, you will begin to awaken. When the plane touches down on the runway, you will be fully awake and ready to serve your mistress. You will what happened today but you will be unable to tell anyone. If you should attempt to tell anyone, your mind will immediately go blank and you will forget what you were talking about. Now sleep and dream for me slave.”
My dream was so vivid that when I woke up on the plane, I was surprised I was not in my bed with Mistress. As I regained my senses I looked over at Mistress who was smiling back at me. She said, “Did you have a nice little nap slave?”
I immediately replied, “Yes Mistress. Thank you for putting me to sleep.”
She giggled and said, “You are very welcome. But you could not have stayed awake even if you knew what I was planning on doing to you. My breasts and my voice are just too powerful to resist.”
I carried her bag and then we made our way to baggage claim to pick my suitcase up. We made small talk as we walked to my car and for a few minutes it felt like we were just any regular couple returning from a trip. When we got to my car, I opened the enger door for her, and then I put the luggage in the trunk. When I turned around she was standing right in front of me. She pulled me into her, kissed me hard, and said, “Good boys get rewarded. Go inside, pull down your pants, and sit on the couch.”
Mistress came into the living room, kneeled on the ground and said, “I own your mind but I want you to see how I own your body as well. You cannot orgasm until I squeeze your toes. No matter how intense the pleasure becomes your body cannot and will not cum until you feel me squeeze your toes. Do you understand slave?”
I replied “yes Mistress” and followed her commands to undress and sit on the couch.
My body acted like it was going to orgasm. I could feel my arousal level increasing, the blood flowing, my breathing intensifying, and just as I thought I was about to cum my body stropped reacting. Once it felt like the urge to cum had gone, the cycle would start all over. As my body became overwhelmed by the pleasure and the inability to release the pleasure, I felt my mind melt. I don’t know how long this went on because I lost track of time and to be honest, I lost track of reality as well.
At some point I gave up on the idea of being allowed to orgasm but it was right when I gave up that Mistress squeezed my toes. My body exploded and I screamed as she rode my head and pushed me over the edge. I must have momentarily lost consciousness because when I became aware of my surroundings, Mistress was already sitting next to me caressing my hair. She looked down at me and said, “I own you now, body and mind.”
The next day the vision I had on the plane came to life. I was seated in the mortgage office explaining to the mortgage broker why I wanted to put everything in Daisy’s name. Although I had worked hard for everything I had, it was nothing without my mistress. And what better way to show her how dedicated I am to her than to give her everything I own. After the mortgage company, we went over to the bank and then to my wealth manager. By the end of the day, everything was in her name.
When we went home she said, “Taking everything you own really had me horny as hell. Give me oral sex now slave!”
I was completely at her mercy now. She owned my mind, my body and all of my money and assets. But none of that was as important as keeping my mistress happy. So as she lied back on the bed and spread her legs for me to give her oral, all I cared about was being able to make her orgasm. And serving her would be all I ever cared about again making me the happiest man on earth.