Unowned Slave T-Shirt

In the bustling chaos of the airport, the air buzzed with the anticipation of journeys yet to begin. James stood in the terminal, his heart pounding not from excitement but from the recent command of his wife, Mistress Lana. His hands trembled slightly as he pulled a soft, white cotton shirt from his carry-on—the garment she insisted upon.

“Put this on,” she'd said, her eyes gleaming with authority, leaving no room for protest. The memory of her stern gaze sent a shiver down his spine.

“But, Lana, here? Now?” he had stammered, glancing around at the throngs of travelers.

Her smile was wicked, a promise of the delicious torment she had in store. “You know the alternative,” she whispered, her voice a velvet caress that wrapped around his senses.

Reluctantly, he slipped into the restroom, the cool air-conditioning kissing his skin as he changed. The cotton felt both soft and firm against him, much like the hold she had over his very being. Emerging back into the terminal, he felt exposed, each step an act of defiance against the inner voice that screamed for modesty.

Lana awaited him by the departure gate, a vision of confidence in her sleek black attire. Her eyes danced with amusement as she surveyed him, her submissive plaything clad in the attire she had chosen. “Good boy,” she purred, tracing a finger along his jawline.

James swallowed hard, the public setting amplifying his vulnerability. The shirt was a silent proclamation of his status, each passerby's glance a thrilling reminder of the power dynamic between them. He tugged at the fabric, hyper-aware of the stares, the whispers, the humiliation that fueled his growing excitement.

As they navigated through security, the sensation of the shirt became more pronounced, each brush of the fabric a tactile reminder of his submission. Lana's presence was an intoxicating force beside him, her hand resting possessively on his arm. “Let's see how you handle this,” she teased, her voice low and intimate.

The shirt was a secret shared between them, a binding contract of sorts. Every quirked eyebrow from a fellow traveler, every knowing smile from a passerby, sent a pulse of heat through him. It was a dance of dominance and submission played out in the most mundane of settings, yet it left him breathless.

As they settled into their seats, Lana leaned over, her lips brushing his ear. “This is just the beginning,” she promised, her words electric with the promise of further adventures.

James exhaled shakily, the weight of his new reality settling around him like a second skin. The airport, once a mundane place of transit, had transformed into a stage for their private theater of desires—a tantalizing journey he was more than willing to embark upon.

• 100% combed and ring-spun cotton
• Fabric weight:4.2 oz (142 g/m2)
• Pre-shrunk fabric
• Side-seamed construction
• Shoulder-to-shoulder taping