By Rubrpig
4798 looked over at his guard seated in the adjoining seat on the plane that was taking them back to the city where the facility was located. He was getting very nervous as the pilot had just announced that they were on final approach. The engine noises changed and then he felt the thump of the landing gear hitting the runway and then the reverse thrust and braking kicked in, throwing him slightly forward in his seat as the plane slowed down.
The plane taxied to the terminal and stopped at the gate. The passengers around him stood up and got ready to get off but his guard told 4798 to remain seated as they were going to be the last ones off the flight. 4798 nodded and remained seated as ordered.
It took me a couple of hours to write the story for this leather master. The writing was difficult at times, as my focus would stray from the written word to the pain in my ass as the steel plug would ramp up the electroactivity. But I was able to conclude my writing and provide Chris with the signal that I had completed it and saved the file to the folder that he had instructed me to. Now I had to wait for him to read it. The screen went black and I was alone in the bondage, hearing my breathing as I awaited my fate.
