Mind Games (Season 1 - Ep. 2): His Toy for the Weekend

Part 2

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are on final approach to Washington, DC Reagan National Airport. Please ensure all of your items are properly stowed, your seat are in the upright position and your tray tables are stowed. We will come around for our final collection of any recyclable materials or trash. On behalf of Fly High airlines, and the flight crew, we want to thank you for trusting us with your travel. If this is your final destination, we hope you enjoy DC. We will arrive at gate C2. If you will be traveling on to another connection, destinations boards are located just inside the terminal. Once again, we should arrive at Regan in approximately twenty minutes."

Hitting the button, the seat moved back to its upright position and with it the swarm of butterflies danced and twirl in my stomach. I missed Jacob. The easy way I felt cherished in his arms and yet the no-nonsense way he always enjoyed pushing my own limits, to help me grow and continue to add excitement to both of our stressful worlds.

The cabin crew worked up and down the aisles, making sure everything on the plane was situated for final approach. Outside the window, the plane descended through the cloud breaking through into a partly cloudy day. The land below looked like a patchwork of browns, greens and yellows. As we dropped lower, cars appeared like ants marching down a well-worn trail, then everything morphed into the size of model trucks and trains until the sound of the engine finally shift. The wheels touched the runway, engine roaring in reverse as the air brakes applied and the plane slowed to taxi toward the gate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Washington, DC where the time is 2pm. Current temperature at 92F and the rest of the day should be sunny. Please remain in your seats, with the seatbelt on, until we have arrived at our gate. At this time, all electronic devices may be turned on. Once again, thank you for flying Fly High airlines."

I picked up my phone and tapped out a simple text message:

Wheels down

Within seconds, my phone vibrated, and I smiled.

Welcome home beautiful. I am waiting in the baggage claim for you. When you get here, you will take the gift bag from my hand, immediately go to the bathroom and follow the instructions. You'll have 5 minutes to comply. So glad you're back home safe.

At that moment my brain seemed to split in half, both parts wanting to run in opposite directions. Part of me wanted to run because anything in the bag would be a challenge, and part of me wanted to Jacob, throw my arms around him and embrace whatever he had planned for the weekend, totally surrendering to his control. I quickly settled the internal war with a simple text.

Understood. Very glad to be home. I've missed you.

The luck the draw meant, while I had boarded the plane first, I deplaned last. Of course, this long delay left me far too much time to think about what could happen over the long weekend. Thoughts of past conversation piled up in my mind and I tried to run the list of all the things which made me nervous as Jacob always enjoyed pushing those areas of my psyche.

Finally, after all the crowds had dissipated, I made my way down to the baggage claim area. Jacob's height gave him a distinct advantage. Where the crowds swallowed up my petite frame, he stood just above average height. In his right hand, he lightly held a small gift bag. To the outside world it looked like he'd brought me a welcome home present and my exit to the bathroom would just look seem like a relief after a long flight. It was the reality that had me spinning.

When he spotted me through the crowd, he wrapped me in a long embrace.

"I've missed you beautiful, and while I would love to do Netflix and cuddle," he paused.

"That sounds marvelous, I think we should go with that idea," I inserted, the fear of the adventure winning out over the excitement.

"Really?" His tone shifted, the dark undertone, "I'd prefer your surrender."

The thoughts in my mind dissipated, and I knew I was beautifully lost once again in his hypnotic words.

"I want you to suffer for me," he said staring down into my eyes. "I want to know every tear that streaks down your face, every scream, every beg, every moan, every movement... I caused... I led you too... I desired it. And you want... to follow me... don't you?" His tone had changed and with it, the thoughts against him cleared. "You may decide now to do as I've asked, or maybe you'll decide in a moment to move forward... but you want to see what is in the bag... don't you?"

I nodded. He was right. I really wanted to see what he had planned. I knew I could follow him safely and trust him to catch me as he played with his toy.

Looking up at him, I smiled, lifted the bag from his outstretched finger and walked to the bathroom.

Thankfully the bathroom was empty, as I made my way to the stall the furthermost from the door, stepped in and slid the lock home. For a moment, I took a deep breath but knowing I was on the clock meant I couldn't linger over the situation long.

With trepidation, I opened the bag. Inside there were a small note card, two condoms, a tube of lube and an inflatable anal plug that was bigger than anything we'd used before. For the last few months, Jacob used toys to stretch and accommodate my ass.

I picked up the notecard and hung the bag on the hook above my head.

This weekend I will finally feel that sweet ass of your wrap around my cock as I plunge into your virginal depth. Insert this plug. Make sure you use more than enough lube and return. Everything else, which is left unused, can stay in the bag. I'm sure we will use it all this weekend. ~J

His words made me wet and their intent made me nervous. The perfect combination. I glanced at the time and realized it was ticking down far faster than expected. Ripping open the condom wrapper, I rolled it over the plug and smothered it in lube. Taking a deep breath, I focused and lifted my skirt around my waist and dropped my panties to my knees.

"Breathe in... breathe out..." Jacob's voice resonated in my head, "Breathe in.... breathe out... now bare down in your body and push on the toy."

I followed the familiar pattern. The wide flare of the plug made my body clench as it stretched further than we'd ever gone. A few more calming breaths and slow pushes and the plug sank home. Immediately, the muscles of my ass throb as they clinched around the foreign object and I took a few more deep breaths to adjust to its feel.

When I was calm, I readjusted my clothes, stepped out of the stall and situated myself in front of the mirror. As the soap and water crossed my hands, I worked to find center but the thoughts of what might be planned made a blush run up my face. All I focused on was how everyone would know my secret as soon as I walked out the door.