16-Speed Pumpkin Pumper Remote Control Vibrator

The cabin lights dimmed, casting a cozy ambiance over the airplane's interior. Passengers settled into their seats, but my mind was far from the ordinary flight routine. My Mistress, seated beside me, had a wicked glint in her eyes, hinting at the delicious torment awaiting me.

“Perhaps it's time for some in-flight entertainment,” she whispered, her voice a sultry blend of authority and mischief. My pulse quickened, knowing full well the kind of amusement she had in mind.

With a subtle motion, she produced a small, discreet remote from her purse. The device she controlled was already snug against my skin, hidden beneath layers of clothing—the latest addition to our dynamic, designed to tease and torment.

“Relax,” she murmured, brushing her fingers lightly over my arm. “This is going to be a long flight.”

As the plane ascended, she activated the first setting, a gentle thrum against my nipples that sent an unexpected thrill coursing through me. The sensation was a tantalizing whisper, a promise of what was to come. My body responded instinctively, a futile attempt at arousal thwarted by the cage that confined me, a reminder of the control I had willingly surrendered.

I shifted in my seat, trying to mask the effects of her play. She smirked, fully aware of the power she wielded. As the flight progressed, she toyed with the settings, each increase in intensity a testament to her mastery over my senses.

“Tell me how it feels,” she demanded softly, her breath warm against my ear.

“Overwhelming,” I confessed through ragged breaths, the dual assault on my senses both exhilarating and torturous.

“Good.” Her finger hovered over the remote, a silent threat and promise wrapped in one. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my jaw. “This is only the beginning.”

Through the hours, she orchestrated a symphony of sensations, each more intense than the last. Her gaze never left mine, each pulse of the device a reminder of my submission, of the exquisite torment she could inflict with the mere press of a button.

“Are you still with me, my pet?” she asked, her voice a sultry caress, as the plane began its descent.

“Always, Mistress,” I replied, my voice a pledge of unwavering devotion.

“Good. Remember, your pleasure is mine to control.” Her smile was a wicked promise of what awaited when we landed.

As the plane touched down, I knew that this was only a taste of the games to come. Her mastery over me had just begun, and I was more than ready for whatever she had planned next.

• Material: Medical-grade Silicone
• Color: Black, Pink
• Dimensions: (Length, Width)
  Nipple Sucker: 2.76", 2.17"
  Wired Controller: 3.74"
• Ships with: 1-pair Pump, 1 Remote Control