STORY DESCRIPTION The mile high club does exist. We were at forty thousand feet, but what the heck? What's a few thousand feet between the sexes, and she was coming on to me, so I accepted the offer, rather she did.
We went down into the rest area, and I told her that I gave an orgasm every time, and to be ready for the unexpected. That was where I made, my mistake.
Agreeing to be her maid if I failed, not thinking that she could make me fail. She liked it kinky, and I agreed, she tied me to the couch, and then sucked me off for far too long, ensuring that I failed.
Now I was hers, fixed to the couch, and she was smiling at me, having made me, fail. I was silly, but I had agreed, and now I had to comply with my agreement.
What sex is a maid? I was soon to realise, as they feminized me, then put me to work.
It wasn't all that bad, I was sent to another dominatrix who used me to praise the women of her slimming club, with a guaranteed orgasm every time, and they were not all fat, every time they lost a pound I had them, or did they have me?
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