This story is part of Tania Fye Secret Diaries series.
The flight was full. Tania hated Ryanair with a vengeance but it was the only last minute flight she could find.
Squeezing into her reserved seat she sighed, trying to keep her cool. She hated these cattle class flights. She glanced out of the window and gathered her thoughts; at least the flight to Amsterdam was a short one.
She pulled out her copy of “50 Shades”, no time like the present to check out the book that had just re-launched her fetish collection. Handcuffs, whips, blindfolds, gags, butt-plugs and every other BDSM kink were flying off the shelves thanks to a certain E.L.James!
She normally never had the luxury of time to read, but a Ryanair flight with no in-flight entertainment was the perfect opportunity.
As the doors closed, and the plane gently pulled away, she settled back into the small-allocated space. Opening her book she caught a glimpse of the arched eyebrows of her neighbour. She was tempted to make him squirm – typical man making judgment by a book. If he only knew who she was and what she did for a living, the book would be the lesser scandal.
“You read it?” Tania enquired, challenging his mocking brown eyes.
“Erm, no”, he replied a little flustered.
“Oh, only you raised your eyebrows like you know the story” she teased.
“Oh, I know what it’s about” he said cockily.
“You do?” she mocked, “Care to enlighten me?”.
“No, I wouldn’t want to spoil the plot” he said, looking more confident now.
She took him in, handsome, late thirties, blonde, blue eyes, navy blue Armani suit and briefcase, obviously a commuting businessman. The Financial Times laid across his knee, still unopened, as he was too busy checking out her reading material.
“Well, I’ll let you know what I think in a while” she said whilst burying her nose into the book and bringing their interaction to a prompt end. He took the hint and busied himself with his newspaper as the plane took to the sky.
The book was interesting to say the least, she skimmed the words with haste, hurriedly turning the pages to read what came next. Sex to Tania was second nature; her life revolved around it and there was nothing she didn’t know about sex or the industry.
She had had a few men like Mr. Grey in her life over the years. One in particular would remain in her memory forever.
Gianni was an Italian wholesaler. He was rich, highly successful, strikingly handsome, and he dominated the Italian Sex Toy market. She had enjoyed those trysts with him. They were different, intense and exciting.
She brought their relationship to a head when he overstepped her boundaries. Drifting away from 50 Shades, she remembered her last encounter with Gianni over 10 years ago.
La Risacca, was her most favourite restaurant in Milan. After treating her to the most amazing seafood she had ever eaten, Gianni took her to a fetish club in the heart of the city. She knew his likes and tastes were slightly different to most men she had encountered and it intrigued her. Nipple clamps, gags, genital clamps, handcuffs, bondage – she sold them all but rarely used anything but cuffs or ties.
The club was dark and smoky, the atmosphere thick with sex, the music throbbed in rhythm with her heartbeat. It took a moment to adjust her eyes in the darkly lit room. The furniture was red plush velvet. Sofas and chairs surrounded circular tables with flickering candles in the centre.
Two girls in cages were suspended from the ceiling in opposite corners of the room. Gyrating their hips with the music, stroking their leather, scantily-clad bodies provocatively. People were scattered in various leather and lycra looking outfits across the room. She felt the heat rush to her groin, it was quite intoxicating and very sensual to watch.
Gianni led her through a small door and into a dark corridor. She could feel people all around but couldn’t see much. It was hot and the smell of bodies and sex hung in the air like an invisible cloud of lust.
He pulled her forward around another corner to where there was more light and a lot more action going on for all to see. In small glass booths people were acting out various sexual activities, all of the S&M kind. Gianni pulled her in front of him and rested his hands against her flat stomach.
She could feel his erection pushing against her behind and it made her squirm and flush all at once. She watched the threesome before her; a young dark haired girl with tattoos was chained to what looked like a padded headboard. Two men, their late twenties, also tattooed and very buff and sexy were playing with her.
One was running a cat o’ nine tails across her very erect nipples, whilst the other was thrusting a rather large looking black object in and out of her. She was groaning and squirming and seeming to be enjoying every moment, oblivious to the people watching. It was very arousing, watching people have sex before her.
She felt like a voyeur. She’d always fantasised about being watched, usually by men masturbating while watching her play with herself. The woman chained up looked Tania straight in the eye as she licked her lips salaciously, and mouthed something at her.
Gianni tugged at her hand and moved her on to the next glass-panelled booth. This was eerily like window-shopping. In the next booth two women were totally engrossed in each other. One bent over on her knees with her chest on the raised floor, her hands and wrists cuffed behind her back.
She had a leather gag around her face with a ball filling her mouth. The older woman behind her was thrusting into her with a strap-on dildo with such force she felt a fleeting moment of pity for the recipient. After a second glance at the woman’s face, the pity evaporated as she seemed to be cumming fast and furious as the other slapped her behind hard with every thrust inside her. The ball was stopping her screams but the look of pure ecstasy on her face said she was loving it.
Glancing sideways at the other spectators, Tania caught sight of one guy masturbating the biggest erection she’d ever seen. The guy was hung like a horse, he was just staring ahead and stroking himself very gently backwards and forwards. He turned and caught her stare and a smile curled at the corner of his mouth, he parted his lips and the tip of his tongue passed across his bottom lip.
Tania was mesmerised, she couldn’t take her eyes off his huge member. She was so hot and wet, all this sexual tension and visual activity was making her very horny indeed. Gianni’s erection rubbing against her was as hard as steel.
This was the kind of sex he liked and although Tania was not particularly into S&M she was very excited by the whole ambience, atmosphere and watching people have sex before her.
She felt a hand on hers and, thinking it was Gianni, she took it. Her eyes widened in surprise as her hand met hot flesh in the shape of a huge erection. She looked down to see horse-man beside her and her hand on his larger than life tool. She pulled her hand away in shock causing Gianni to notice what was happening.
The guy just casually continued to look forward, stroking himself. “Andiamo” Gianni whispered urgently. He seemed unperturbed by the whole horse-man scenario.
He pulled her down yet another dark corridor and into a small booth. Like the others, it was a raised bed-like platform with red silk sheets and a padded headboard. “Are you ready to partake in a little kinky sex now?” he breathed into her ear in that sexy Italian accent. She was ready for anything at this point. Even in front of an audience.
No one knew her or would see her again, this way she got to live out her fantasy. He undid the tie that held her silk wrap-around dress intact and gently slipped it from her shoulders. His fingers grazing her skin, causing her to shudder. The heat in her belly was overwhelming and burning her up from the inside. He hung up the dress on a small golden hook on the wall and caught his breath as she stood before him in her underwear.
She’d chosen especially for him tonight, knowing his perversions. Black shiny lycra encased her breasts, the cup cut low enough to reveal the tip of a golden nipple. The shiny fabric of her matching panties and suspender belt glittered in the dim light.
Her black seamed stockings covering her long toned legs up to her mid thigh. A belly chain hung loose around her waist and twinkled against her pale skin. Her black patent leather Louboutins a perfect match for the environment.
He leant forward towards her and flicked his tongue over the shiny fabric of her bra. He was surprised to feel flesh against his tongue. “Mmmmm you’re a kinky girl” he said admiringly as he realised her bra was slit at the nipples, allowing him access without removing her bra.
His hand swiftly dipped between her legs as he felt her panties at the crotch. He wasn’t disappointed; they were open too. “I see you dressed for the occasion, baby”.
“You know me, I aim to please” Tania whispered into his ear.
He lifted her onto the platform, it was soft and mattress like. He laid her back and lifted her hands above her head.
“I’m just going to cuff you, Tania” he groaned, already his breath shallow and heavy.
“You know what I like and what I don’t like Gianni, don’t push me”.
“I know baby, I won’t”.
She turned her head and saw people starting to gather around the glass partition, watching her, touching themselves. It was a horny sight for a closet exhibitionist like Tania Fye. Gianni leant over her, securing the metal cuffs at her wrists and hooking her to the padded headboard.
He pulled out a mask and slipped it over her eyes leaving her alone with her dark imagination. She could envisage all eyes on her and horse-man with that huge hard length in his hands stroking himself.
She was hot and wet and wanting. She felt Gianni removing his clothes and she was happy she had worn her easy access undies to avoid being totally naked before all these people. She knew she looked hot in her black kinky get-up and enjoyed the feel of eyes on her.
Gianni was back beside her, his breath heavy, his erection hard against her thigh as he began to lightly trace a feather over her skin. Oh! The feather drove her crazy, halfway between a tickle and orgasm. She moaned as she licked her lips and arched her back toward him.
Suddenly there were two feathers, one at her ankles and one on her neck, Gianni’s erection still hard on her thigh. This was so so hot, not being able to see where the feather would land next. Knowing people were watching, getting hot watching her. She felt herself melting inside, a burning pit in her stomach, her body alive like one raw nerve ending.
Lips came out of the blue onto her left nipple, causing her to jump and groan in surprise. Teeth biting, nearly hurting, sending a ripple of shocks throughout her body. Gianni flipped her over onto her belly and pushed her legs up. She was now face down, hands above her head, with her beautiful ass in the air for all to see.
She felt a cuff strap onto her left ankle followed by the right. She was now stuck in a position that left her wide open. All she could see in her mind’s eye was horse-man and that incredibly large erection. She was panting and moaning – uncomfortable in this position but so hot, so wet.
Suddenly she gasped as two fingers entered her, gently rubbing inside her, looking for her sacred spot. He was good at this. Gianni was an excellent lover even with all his perversions.
His hand came down on her behind hard enough to make her whimper, more from surprise than pain. She could feel eyes burning into her skin, she wondered how many were watching her. It made her so horny to know they were watching but without the blindfold she would have been embarrassed. He knew that of course.
His hands were all over her blazing skin, pinching, nipping at her nipples beneath her, fingers inside her… she didn’t have long.
In one swift move taking her completely by surprise, he thrust inside her. She felt like he would tear her at the seams. He felt huge ripping into her, making her scream out.
Jesus, how long had it been?
She didn’t remember him this big. He was pounding into her like a wild animal and then he stopped still. She took the moment to get her breath, she was completely immobilised. His hands digging into the flesh on her hips, she could feel his ragged breathing.
“Take it easy Gianni you’re hurting me”, she begged, her words muffled in the sheets beneath her. Again he started moving in and out of her as his hand came down on her again. She drew in her breath, this wasn’t her kind of thing but it was too late to pull out.
He picked up a rhythm and steadily built up, filling her to her maximum capacity. He was so big he hurt.
She began to move with him, envisaging the voyeurs’ delight at the scene before them. This gave her the fuel she needed as she pushed against his thrust. Suddenly hands were on her nipples, squeezing and teasing, his pace quickening. She couldn’t hold back anymore and came with such force, she let out an almighty scream.
Her cuffed hands clutching at the sheets, her face distorted. She heard his moans as he came all over her back, then more moans and more liquid shot over her back.
Her senses now alert – two lots of cum on her body, her brain going into overdrive. If his hands were on her waist, who was touching her nipples, who was the second participant?
“Sei davvero spectacular” a dark Italian voice whispered into her ear.
It wasn’t Gianni. Where was Gianni?
“Gianni” she shouted.
“I’m here baby”, he whispered into her ear.
“Get me out of these cuffs now, you filthy bastard” she hissed through clenched teeth.
“Calma, calma” he teased back. The cuffs came off her ankles in unison, followed by her hands. She whipped the mask from her eyes and winced in the lowlight, trying to focus her vision.
She turned around to face a naked horse-man and Gianni at the foot of the bed. Horse-man had a salacious smile on his lips as Gianni looked on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Her eyes bore into his with such anger before she realised she had an audience.
“Let me clean you up”.
Gianni leant over with a small red towel, she turned her back to allow him to clean her up. People were still standing and watching even though the show was over.
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Tania couldn’t wait to get out, she felt violated and humiliated and sore. Gianni helped her down from the bed and held up her silk wrap dress. She slipped into it avoiding all the eyes upon her. She felt like she’d let them all down in some way. Had she known it wasn’t Gianni she wouldn’t have done it.
Outside Gianni caught her arm as she stormed towards the main road looking for a taxi.
“Aspetta, Tania, I’ll take you back to the hotel” he pleaded.
“How could you?” She spun around to face him. He’d never seen her this angry before.
“How could you let someone else do that to me?” she cried as she fought to keep the tears from her eyes.
“Tania you gave him your consent, I did nothing”, he said in disbelief.
“I gave my consent? What the hell are you talking about?” she bit back at him.
“I’m sorry Tania, I wasn’t aware you didn’t know the rules, come let me explain”.
He took her elbow and led her towards his black Mercedes parked just around the corner. He opened the door and let her slip inside.
“You’d better start talking,” she hissed before he had even closed the door. He began to explain the rules of a swingers club. “Swingers club?” she balked ”I thought it was a fetish club.”
“It is, a swingers, fetish club” he answered honestly. He then proceeded to explain that touching someone was a form of giving consent for them to join in.
“You touched him, Tania. I saw you with his cazzo in your hand, I thought you wanted him.”
It all came back to her in a quick replay. She had thought it was Gianni’s hand and allowed horse-man to put her hand on him. That was her consent. Gianni must have been beside himself. He had suggested it on a few occasions, but she wasn’t into orgies or group sex.
“I had no idea”, she said looking down, the tears falling from her eyes.
“I feel so used and humiliated, Gianni” she cried.
“You know I would never do that, I’m with you”.
“Sorry baby” he muttered, sounding genuinely remorseful.
“Gianni, please take me back to my hotel, I need to take a shower”.
They drove in silence back to her hotel. He pulled up outside and came around to open her door, “Stai bene?” he asked.
“No, Gianni. I’m far from OK, and I don’t want to see you again. Goodnight” she said softly, and walked into the lobby without a backwards glance.
That was the last time she’d been with him, although she saw him at various fairs and conventions. She was mortified at the time but now the memory was quite hot. She’d certainly never met a man since, the size of horse-man.
She opened her eyes surprised by the Captain’s voice announcing they were ready to land at Schiphol International. She must have been day-dreaming, she was feeling flushed and warm. Suddenly she remembered her nosey neighbour as she felt eyes on her.
She turned to find him looking at her with such a smouldering look in his eyes she felt herself flush.
“Problem?” she said, staring him straight in the eye.
“Nothing that a visit to the bathroom won’t solve once we land” he said, his voice shallow. Tania lowered her eyes to his crotch to see him literally bulging out of his trousers, quickly placing his newspaper on his knee.
“That was some dream you were having there, lady.”
Tania flushed, Jeez, what had she been doing? She straightened her skirt and sat straight in her chair ignoring him and looking out of the window. She could feel her wetness in her panties, “Did I just come whilst reliving a scene?” she smiled to herself.