DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

A mean-looking woman dressed in he same uniform motioned me
through. One of my "buddies" said something to her, and I was
directed to hold my arms out to the side and spread my legs.
This time there was no wand, however. My skirt was lifted, in
plain view of all the passengers, and the tag on my balls was
examined. She said,"OK", and I was told again to follow the
woman who had taken me to the X-ray room.

"Hurry, or you'll miss your plane."

She took me a back way, that led to the plane, and handed me
over to to a waiting flight attendant. The flight attendant also
told me to hurry and led me to a seat in the back row of the
plane. This meant I had to walk the entire length of the plane,
which resulted in more stares and comments. When we finally got
to the seat, she told me to sit and fasten my seat belt. After I
did, she pulled it tighter to the point where I couldn't move.

I was in the middle seat in the center section, and had the row
to myself. The blinds were closed, so I couldn't see out. After
takeoff, I decided to loosen the belt, but couldn't release the
latch. I pushed the call button and my attendant appeared. "What
do you want?"

"My seat belt is too tight, and I can't release it."

"It's supposed to be tight for your protection, and it's
designed to be released when I want it released. The call button
is for more important things than a little discomfort on your
part. I'm too busy to be responding to trivial things."

I was vaguely aware that another attendant had moved to to other
side of me, but didn't understand the significance until each
placed a hand on one of my arms and held it down while, with
their other hand, pulled a loop up over the end of the arm rest
and tightened it. Now I was really imprisoned.

"There, that will help to remind you not to use the call
button," and left.

After a while they came back. I was getting frustrated and mad,
"What is going on? Why are you doing this to me? Let me loose
immediately."

"You know, I'm tired of your complaining." She caught me with my
mouth open in mid-complaint, pushed a ball gag into my mouth,
and buckled it behind my head. A pair of earphones were placed
on my ears and high-tech goggles were strapped over my eyes. I
heard a sexy feminine voice say,"Women are good. Men are bad.
Women are beautiful. Men are ugly. Women are smart. Men are
stupid."

After this repeated a number of times, the image of a shiny,
black patent heel appeared in front of my eyes, and, at the same
time, I felt a pleasant tingling sensation in my groin. After a
few seconds, the high heel was replaced by a picture of a man's
dress shoe and the pleasant sensation became a painful jolt to
my crotch.

After many cycles, the image of a bra appeared accompanied by
the pleasant sensation. This was followed by a man's tee shirt
and pain. Clearly, I was being brainwashed and there wasn't
anything I could do about it. I could ignore the pictures but
not the good and bad feelings in my groin.

The pictures progressed through skirt/pants, blouse/shirt,
panties/jockeys, gown/tux, hose/socks, and feminine hairdo/male
haircut, all with appropriate groin stimulation. Then they
switched to combinations of eyes, made up and plain, ears, with
ear rings and without, lips, lipstick and none, and nails,
painted and plain.

After exhausting every possible combination, the process started
all over again, this time in random order. The intensity of the
jolts varied so I couldn't get used to them. I have no idea how
long all this took. I lost all track of time.

Sometime during the process, I was aware that my seat was
reclined and my legs lifted. I felt the Mary Janes being
unbuckled and removed. Then my skirt was lifted and I felt
something wet applied to my legs and crotch. After a while, it
felt like my legs were being rubbed with a wet wash cloth and
then dried. I felt something being fastened around my waist, and
something put on my feet and pulled up.Shoes were then squeezed
onto my feet. Then I was sat up, my blouse raised, and I felt
something tight around my chest.

The earphones were removed and the flight attendant said, "I'm
going to remove your gag but if I hear one word out of you, I
will fry your balls. Understand?" Her question was punctuated by
a sharp pain in my groin.

I nodded affirmatively, and the gag went away..

"I'm going to remove the goggles, but I want you to keep your
eyes closed."

After the goggles were off, I could feel something touching
various parts of my face, then a sharp prick in each earlobe.

"Open your eyes and look at your feet."

I looked down, but couldn't see them. It took a couple of
seconds before I realized the reason I couldn't see my feet was
I had boobs. The tightness around my chest was a padded bra. By
straining against the seat belt I was able to lean forward far
enough to see that my feet were encased in black patent heels
with 3/4 straps.

"What......?"

"Not a word remember?"

I could see she had her finger on a button held in her hand. It
was attached to a wire that disappeared under my skirt, and
apparently was the source of the painful jolts I had been
receiving. Not wanting another one, I didn't finish my question.

A mirror was held so I could see my reflection. I saw a face
with sexily made up eyes, black eye liner, blue eye shadow,
eyebrows that had been trimmed and darkened, rouge, and bright
red lipstick. Dangling earrings hung from my ears. Overall, it
was a very feminine face, spoiled only by the hairline with the
start of male-pattern baldness. I opened my mouth to speak, but
just in time remembered the threat and closed it without saying
anything.

"That's it. I'm glad you're learning. Now, behave yourself
during landing. If I have to put the gag back in that sexy mouth
and mess up your lipstick, you'll pay."

After the plane landed, the loops holding my arms were removed.
She held a magnet to the seat belt buckle and I heard it click.

"Now you can unbuckle it."

I did and noticed that my fingernails had been painted bright
red.

"Stand up."

I did and promptly lost my balance and fell back into the seat.

"You obviously need practice with heels. We'll see that you get
it."

Both of them laughed.

"Try again."

I did, and was able to stand, somewhat unsteadily. The other
flight attendant raised my skirt and attached a second leash to
my balls. She pulled it back between my legs and stood behind
me.

"OK follow me," and the one in front led me up the aisle of the
plane pulling on the ball leash. Her companion trailed and kept
tension on her leash, holding me back. My pace was controlled.
Fortunately, we moved slowly enough for me to walk in the heels.
I soon realized they weren't walking slowly to do me a favor. By
taking their time, they maximized my exposure to the passengers
and the resultant stares, chuckles, and rude remarks.

We finally reached the front where I was told to sit in a rear-
facing flight attendant seat. I was strapped in and the two
women sat in the front row facing me. I was in plain view of
most of the first class passengers. My short skirt covered
little of my legs. My attempts to pull it down didn't help, and
the command, "Keep your knees together", only drew more
attention to my plight.

We were the first ones off the plane, and I was led to a spot
where all the deplaning passengers could see me. The flight
attendant stood behind me and said, "I want you to curtsy to
every woman who looks at you. Let's practice. Grasp your skirt
with your fingertips, place one foot behind you, and dip"

I tried a few times and each failure resulted in a jolt to my
balls. I finally satisfied her just about the time the first
passengers reached us. I followed her instructions and curtsied
to every woman that saw me. This seemed to go on forever.
Finally, the flow of passengers slowed, and then stopped. I
relaxed a little, just in time to hear, "Hello darling. You look
wonderful."

My wife had joined us.