This story was written for me by little x – inspired by his experiences aboard The Magic Bus. If you’d rather listen than read, just click here…
You stow your carry-on in the overhead bin, slide into your seat and buckle your seatbelt. You close your eyes, hoping to nap through the pre-flight routine. Suddenly, you are startled to hear my voice over the intercom instead of a flight attendant’s announcements: “This is your Mistress Catherine speaking, and I’d like to welcome all of you precious little perverts to a special voyage of the Magic Bus. You may have thought you were getting on an airplane, but look around and you will see that this is indeed the Bus.” You look up and see me dressed in black leather, stockings, and high heels, smiling knowingly as I continue to speak into the microphone: “You will also note that you are now strapped into your seats very securely, and you will be unable to get up and move about unless I give you permission. And I assure you I will only do that when one of you gets naughty and requires punishment.” Of course, Chastized and Tommie immediately begin pouting about this, so I decide a swift demonstration is required to set the correct tone. I ask Miss Vivian and Mistress Tara to bring those two naughty boys to the front and spank them soundly. “As I have always said,” I remind everyone, “pouters will be spanked. Second offences will call for caning! And absolutely NO bubbles allowed on the Bus!”
After this little flurry of excitement is over, you look around and recognize the other passengers. There are panties and fishnet stockings and all kinds of frilly things all around, and there are cock locks and handcuffs right where you knew they would be. You see Kel and Frank and Claire, along with Shrimpy and CC and KC and Cassie and Gonzo. Up in the driver’s seat, already slugging down a second beer, is Asia, chatting gaily and looking everywhere but straight ahead as we barrel well down the highway. Claire whines about not being able to cuddle up next to Miss Viv, but that will have to wait. Nobody really knows where we are or where we are headed, but every so often, we stop to pick up another passenger or to take on intoxicating provisions, always just when we need them. This is, after all, a Magic Bus. I proceed to tickle our musical fancy as I like to do, introducing the heady sounds of Hendrix, Clapton and Young interspersed with some specially-selected Beatles songs (specially selected for my own pleasure, of course), some Dylan and some Pink Floyd and some Thin Lizzy. The comments of Kel and CC and others demonstrate their knowledge of the music, and this makes me smile inwardly although a Mistress wouldn’t want her subbies to think she was not maintaining strict discipline (even if that is sometimes differently defined aboard the Bus).
There is more than the usual amount of banter on this trip, and before long newbies are being scolded for being too explicit and regulars are wisecracking about the latest parties and contests. How did those diabolical Mistresses disguise their voices so well? What is going to happen in the Cock Market? Is it time for a panty check? Well, certainly! A toast to all the Mistresses? Absolutely. Everyone is well-lubricated for the evening’s festivities in all appropriate ways. And soon it is time for our Bedtime Story. “Shall we begin?” I tease, looking around at all of your pleading, horny faces. “Tonight we have a special kind of Bedtime Story. Reach under your seat and you will find a virtual theatre headset. Put it on and sit back.”
You place the electronic eyepiece over your eyes and plug the earbuds into your ears. It is dark and silent for a couple of seconds, and then the light from an opening door illuminates your virtual space and she walks through the door and directly up to you. Your favourite Mistress is right there in front of you, dressed as you always think of her, looking down at you with a deliciously superior smile. She greets you with That Voice, the one that immediately makes your knees weak and your cock hard, and melts your will into a submissive puddle. She moves with swift self assurance and begins to do to you what you most dread and most desire. Looking into my Magic Console, I can see that some are being sensually dominated and others are being verbally humiliated. Several are being given explicit instructions for changing their feminine clothing and makeup, and some are being cuddled like babies. Some are beaten and some are teased and more than a few are moaning from the thrusts of strapons of various sizes. I see lots of stroking and sucking and self-swallowing and mutual slurping, and on and on. I see that I am the Mistress in some of the scenes, and it’s no problem being in two places at once aboard the Magic Bus.
But for you there is only your Mistress and you and your favourite fantasy and your raging cock. Your individual fantasy proceeds in luxurious sight and sound and increasing intensity until you are absolutely spent and as satisfied as you can remember feeling, and then your Mistress smiles at you once more and strolls with her sexy gait back through the virtual door and it is again dark.
You reach your hands up for the headset, but there is no headset there. You open your eyes and blink, and you see you are on the airplane you originally boarded, and it is now coming in for a landing. The other passengers are no longer dressed in Magic Bus garb, nor are they the people with whom you just spent the past hour. How can this be? The voice that announces that you have been cleared for landing seems unknown to you. Where is Empress Catherine? But as you stretch and yawn and try to get your bearings, you remember how real the whole Bus ride was and especially how your virtual fantasy took place at great length and more vividly than any dream, and you feel that complete sexual satisfaction flood back into your consciousness. The plane lands and you gather your things, and as you walk off the aircraft the voice of Neil Young comes to you once again from somewhere in the background, and you smile.
If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.
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