Two hours into the flight and I was struggling. I couldn't breathe and my heart was beating like a drum. I couldn't control it but worse, I didn't und...rstand it. I was normally so controlled, in control. This was my aeroplane, I was in charge, I was the stewardess but now, one of my passengers was distracting me and I was scared. For a moment, no-one required my attention so I went into the galley and took out the manifest and looked at the final name on the list. Seat twenty-five. Mrs. Jemima. I will shove a plug into your ass, pull it out and shove it in again - stretching your asshole.The pain will make your head swim and you will think that you want me to stop, but I won't. You have already asked me to abuse you and I have told you that once we start this - we stop when I say.You are my slave for the next 3 days and you have agreed to allow me to do anything I want to you and you have given up all say in the matter. You are mine and everything about you is mine.When you cannot. “Does it hurt, Little One?” He pushed deeper and deeper each time, loosening my asshole. “You need to keep your bottom clean. You know that. Would you rather Daddy gave you enemas every night instead?”“Oh no, Daddy! Please don’t! I’ll be a good girl! Mmmmm…It feels nice now, Daddy! Could you touch my pussy while you wash my bum? It’s still dirty too…” My eyes were closed and I could feel my clit throbbing for his touch. All I could think about was how much I wanted his fingers inside me…“Oh. After about ten minutes, he gently woke them and they both groggily shook the cobwebs from their heads. After giving Dave a tender good morning kiss, each slipped out the door.Dave got up and went through his morning routine. He then finished packing and carried his clubs and bags to the front door. He left them ready for his departure before he went to the dining room. The table was set but no one had arrived yet so Dave went into the kitchen. The cook, Margaret, was very surprised to see him..