Chapter 1: They Meet
"Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this," Sarah was thinking. As her thoughts edged towards panic, she was thinking, "What is Mark going to say? I specified no intercourse so it's not REALLY cheating. Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this. What is Mark going to say... " The internal litany continued to repeat itself.
Never even noticing the flight attendant pointing to the exits and explaining how to unbuckle a seat belt, the next thing Sarah knew, the plane was in the air. As the "Fasten Seatbelts" sign turned off, His instructions hit like a Mack Truck. "Oh shit, I have to take off all my underwear to 'prepare' to meet him." After a pause, "OK the isle is open. I can run back to the restroom. Besides, I'm so nervous I'm dying to go pee." She rushed back to the restrooms to "relieve" herself.
After taking care of business, she slipped down her panties and grinned when she noticed how damp they were. A quick make-up check and hair adjustment in the mirror showed her nice sun dress. "It better not be too windy," she thought with a chuckle. "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm really doing this..."
Meanwhile, Gary had his own dialog running. "She's really coming. This is incredible; she's finally coming. I better not fuck this up."
"Look, it's not like you've never accepted a woman's submission before. Just let your natural dom tendencies surface, and you'll do fine."
"Oh yeah? Well, this one's different. Yes, I 'love' all my subs, but that comes in the context of the bond we develop through her submission. Will I be strong enough when I already love her BEFORE she submits?"
"Look Nimrod, stop worrying! Have some balls and use that love to motivate you to give her what she really needs and deserves - your undivided attention and dominance."
"She's really coming, I can't believe she's finally coming..."
Somehow, he managed to reach the airport, get past security, and find the right gate.
"Shit, shit, shit, I must be insane! God are my nipples hard, and I can't believe I'm so wet!" The isle cleared so Sarah stood up, grabbed her bag and joined the slow train inexorably moving towards the front of the plane.
"I've never been more terrified - or excited - in my life." Taking a deep breath, "Deep breath girl; come on, breathe deeply. God, am I horny..." As she came into the terminal, she searched the crowd and finally caught sight of Him. "His eyes are so warm. Aah." As she let out a sigh, his warmth seemed to fill her inside and still the quaking in her stomach. "I hope he's as kind and warm in person as his eyes say he is."
"There she is! Holy fucking shit, she's gorgeous!" After a long exhale, "Inhale; come on, breathe. Good. Is the heart beating again? Good. Breath? check; pulse? check. Blink, don't forget to blink. OK, OK, I think I'll make it! I've always known from her pics that she's a fox. Wow, they do not do her justice. I never dreamed she'd be so incredible in person..."
After allowing his immediate reaction to wind down, he noticed her jerky movement and tight posture. "Poor girl, she looks terrified." He felt his heart open as he allowed his love and protectiveness to show.
As their eyes met, he gave her a big smile. His heart warmed and his smile grew larger when he noticed how she relaxed after seeing him.
Making sure he was out of the flow of traffic, he opened his arms for a hug. Sarah shyly looked down and started moving slowly towards him. The closer she got, the faster she moved until she ran the last few steps into his arms. Gary wrapped his arms around her and felt her tension drain away as she melted into his embrace. A large beatific smile stretched his face as he spread his mantle of protection around her.
"Welcome to San Francisco, my little dove. Are you nervous?" He felt her head nod against his chest. "Mmm, are you sure you still want to do this?" Again, he felt her nod. "Please say it out loud."
"Yes, Master" she whispered.
"Thank you, but I'm not your master. I only award that title after a formal submission and collaring. 'Sir' or 'Kind Sir' would be just fine. So, are you sure you want to do this?"
He felt her swallow against his chest and could swear he felt her nipples harden even more, "Yes, Sir."
His arms got tighter to show his appreciation. Pulling back a bit, he gently cupped her chin and raised it so they could look each other in the eyes. "I'm glad. Thank you for honoring me with the gift of your trust and submission. Do you remember your safe words?"
"Yes Sir. 'Red' or 'safe word' means the scene is over, and I'm no longer submitting. 'Yellow' means I'm too scared or it's too intense to continue. We need to pause or make adjustments to that I feel safe to continue."
"Good. Remember, I'm giving you a new name for the weekend. When you receive it name, 'Sarah' is gone, and this beautiful, sexy, submissive woman takes her place. You will remain her until your return flight home. Do you want to be this submissive woman?"
After a noticeable gulp, "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir." She looked down to break eye contact. A gentle hand tilted her head back.
"I prefer you to maintain eye contact as it keeps the passion more intense." His words were softened by a smile.
"For the rest of the weekend, your name is 'blaze' because you have a such a fiery passion."
His pronouncement was rewarded with a blazing smile that took his breath away. "I love it! Thank you, Sir." She gave him a spontaneous hug, laughed and said, "I was so afraid it would be something awful and embarrassing like 'girl', 'kijara' or 'slave'."
"Ooh, now that's an idea!" He started laughing, turned to the side, and slid his arm around her waist. "Come on, blaze. I have a full weekend planned for us." The walked along the skyway in companionable silence.
When they reached baggage claim, he placed his hands on her hips, turned her to face him and looked her earnestly in the eyes. "Of course, you know that I may have you say or do some very embarrassing things. It's just that a name is such a personal thing. I'd rather not have you associate embarrassment with your name. You're here to please me. Doing so will allow you to experience your own pleasure like never before. I want you to associate 'blaze' with the service, passion, and ultimate satisfaction you receive through your submission."
She gazed deeply into his eyes--as if she were trying to read his soul--then slowly smiled as she nodded her head. "Sounds good to me."
At his answering nod, she turned to face the carousel and slid comfortably under his arm.
Eventually, her massive suitcase arrived. Gary, fully expecting it to be mostly empty space, staggered a bit under its surprising weight. "Holy shit! We did agree on one weekend, right? We're not talking all week are we?"
With a twinkle in her eye, "Well, a girl does have to be prepared."