Going to the airport

Michael owned a private jet, so Candice expected that they would board the plane almost directly from the car. She was not fully surprised though, when he instead drove to the car park by the main terminal. ‘Buying’ a supermodel and not bragging about it in front of everyone seemed an awful waste of an opportunity. The location was not the only twist though. When Michael parked the car, he brought out one more prop, this one not as invasive, but at the same time less subtle. It was a black leather collar that had NAUGHTY written on it in large, golden (of course) letters. It had a ring at the front, because Michael also had a leash which was supposed to be attached there. Michael exited the car, then walked around it to open Candice’s door. She might have been his ‘****’, but he remained a gentleman. He offered her a hand and she gracefully stepped out of the car. There were other people in the car park and some of them noticed the model and how she was dressed; it was unlikely that anyone recognised her already though.

Michael carefully put the collar on Candice’s neck, then attached the leash to it; she stood motionlessly in a sexy pose. She had agreed to participate in a ‘BDSM experience’, when she signed up for the “Supermodel **** Sale”, and since she was not a supporter of half-measures, she intended to collaborate with her ‘owner’ fully. Plus the model was beginning to enjoy the power dynamic, even though its public aspect still seemed somewhat shameful. Michael clearly had no malicious intentions and aimed for harmless, even if highly sexualised, fun. He also had everything meticulously planned. Candice did not fail to notice that he parked the car in a temporary space and left the keys in the ignition. Certainly someone would pick up the car, just like a driver had taken care of her luggage. This had an additional benefit for her - they did not have to walk far to reach the terminal.

There were more people around as the pair approached the large building. Some of them stopped to admire the view. One does not get a chance everyday to see a gorgeous woman, dressed only in lingerie, being led on a leash. Candice had a feeling that she was beginning to be recognised by some of the onlookers; some of them stopped to look, a few took out their phones to record the event. That did not cause her to suddenly become shy. She kept following Michael using her best catwalk stride. The clicking of her heels informed those who had not noticed her yet that there was something worth looking at. Michael was not walking too fast, nor was he pulling on the leash. He left her enough space so she could look sexy AND prove that she was an obedient girl.

There were even more people inside of the terminal and the clicking of Candice’s heels sounded even louder on the stone pavement, as it echoed off the walls. People turned their heads, then opened their eyes and mouths wide. Some were bold enough to say “Hi” or give her compliments, but the interactions did not go beyond mere words. The model’s ‘owner’ did not encourage anyone, but his whole demeanor looked inviting enough. Candice received plenty of compliments and accepted every one of them with a bright smile.

Michael was walking across the spacious interior without an apparent goal or at least Candice could not find one. He obviously was not heading for the check-in, because they had no tickets which needed to be checked. The model did not ponder on their destination, she was too preoccupied with being exposed. Candice was familiar with semi-public nudity or partial exposure. But in her work it was always a controlled environment and a selected audience; and she had never worn a collar with a leash, which as she was currently learning, made a great difference. To say that the experience was exciting would be an understatement. It stimulated parts of her brain which had remained mostly dormant her entire life. The sex toys inside of her orifices also increased the arousal, although Michael had turned the vibrations off. It would not look sexy, if Candice had missed her step or even stumbled, because a vibrator suddenly began to buzz.