My plane landed just on time at Lisbon's airport. It was a warm summer morning and I was so anxious to head to town I was one of the first to exit the plane's doors. 

During the eternal eight hours of flight my mind had been swirling around with millions of impossible fantasies.

I knew it would be inevitable. Coming here, to his town, knowing he would be only a couple of miles away from me instead of thousands… my silly heart just couldn't help imagining what would it be like, even when we had both agreed that it could never happen. 

So there I was, alone, free as bird, having left the kids and husband behind, headed to very well deserved vacations, on my homeland. 

I rearranged my pencil skirt and my blouse, checked on my high heels, and dragging my suitcase behind me, I strolled out of there. 

As I was heading to the subway station I notice a parked patrol of the Republican National Guard, almost on my way. I took a small detour to avoid it, when a male's voice stopped me. 

"Mrs. Jones? Mrs. Kelly Jones?" 

Surprised, I stopped and looked back. A guard had hopped out of the car and was heading towards me.

Puzzled, I look at him. 

"Yes, that's me!" I answered. 

"Ma'am could you please hand me your passport?" the man demanded stretching his hand towards me. 

"Is there a problem, Officer?" I asked more intrigued than worried. 

"Ma'am, your passport please!" he insisted, his face carved in stone. 

Eager to solve whatever the problem was I took my passport from my purse and handed it to him. 

He opened it, checked my data and instead of giving it back to me, he put it in his own pocket. 

"I'm afraid you'll have to come with us, ma'am!" he said before I could even utter a single word. 

"What? I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on here!" I burst out, starting to feel upset. 

"We'll explain downtown, ma'am!" he said, taking my suitcase out of my hands, and throwing it into the patrol. Seconds later, he had me pressed against the car, face down, as he attached a couple of cuffs to my wrists behind my back. 

He pushed me into the back seat, and sat beside me. 

This was so fast that I couldn't even start to react, as the car pulled out of the sidewalk. 

"You can't do this!" I shouted, infuriated. "I haven't done anything wrong!"

The man sitting beside me ignored my words and just grabbed a cloth from his pocket and stuffed it into my mouth, and secured it behind my head. After that he threw a hood over my head, leaving me gagged and blind. 

The car made a stop, and the man beside me hopped out, and someone else sat beside me. I knew this was someone else. His scent was different, his presence felt menacing somehow and I started to struggle to free myself from the hood and the gag. As the car resumed its way, I intensified my struggle, feeling very close to panic. 

A huge, strong hand came down on me, and grabbing me by the neck, forced me backwards into the seat, as he whispered on my ear. 

"You don’t want to piss me off! Stay put, or you'll regret it!"

His voice was rough, threatening and sent shivers down my spine. His hand gave a little squeeze to my throat before trailing all the way down, to the edge of my skirt, lingering there a few seconds, just to make his point. 

I quit struggling and decided to wait and see what would happen. My mind was racing at light speed, trying to find an explanation to the whole situation. His face kept coming to my mind, but I kept dismissing the idea. He would never go through this much trouble just to see me. All he had to do was ask. Of course I would say no, but I always said no to him and he always managed to have me begging 'yes' at his will. 

But dismissing this idea only scared me more, and anxiety was taking over. 

After what seemed ages, the car finally stopped and I was helped out of the car, still cuffed, gagged and blindfolded, by the firm grip of my seat companion. 

I couldn’t hear a sound, no cars, no people, not even a barking dog, so I assumed we were at some secluded place, which only managed to make me even more nervous. 

The driver and the man exchanged whispered words, and seconds later the car was driving away from the place, leaving me with the one man grabbing me. 

When we could no longer hear the car, the man dragged me into what I assumed was a house, and then down some stairs.

The place was obviously deserted, such was the silence. 

He stopped, I heard him rumble with a key and a door was opened. 

This was the drop that overtook me, and I gathered all my strength to fight the guy holding me, too scared to think straight. 

It took him only seconds to subdue me drag me in and throw me in a chair. 

He grabbed a fist of my hair and pushed me hard against a table in front of me. 

"Did you really think I would stay put, arms crossed, knowing you would be so close to me?" he shouted in my ear. A wave of relief flooded every cell in my body as I recognized his voice. Fear was quickly substituted by arousal and anxiety as I felt his touch for the first time.

"Do you know how much I have yearned for you? How could you believe for just a second I wouldn’t act on it?" he insisted, as he took the hood out and untied the gag. 

"You said… this couldn't… happen!" I stuttered, my mouth still dry from the gag, trying to lift my head and taking my first look at him, with his blue beret, his baby blue shirt and his dark blue pants, along with his boots to the knee, all part of his uniform. 

He pushed me back down. 

"Can you imagine just how many times I dreamed with having you here, at my disposal? Being able to torture your delicious body, to taste it, to feel it underneath my grasp?"

His words made me moan, as all the fantasies I had been playing in my mind the whole flight, swirled up in my mind. 

Keeping me leaning across the table, he reached the edge of my skirt, and slowly pulled it toward my waist, exposing my round butt, stuffed into tiny black lace panties. His hand caressed my arse a couple of times before he rolled them down my thighs, baring it completely. 

Before I could breathe again his hand landed hard across my right ass cheek making me squeal as the sharp sting reached my very core. With no delay, his hand landed again on my left asscheek, and so on… while my moans became whimpers and my whimpers became sobs.

"You knew that coming here was a provocation, you knew I wouldn’t be able to resist the chance of finally having hold of you, of having my slave kneeling for me, at my feet. You knew it, and yet you decided to come," he said as the blows hit my tender flesh and I experienced for the first time the wrath of my master directly on my skin. 

Tears ran down my face by then, and I was harshly panting. I could feel the overload of emotions at every single nerve-end of my body. I was so aroused I could feel my juices sliding down my walls, out through my lips and down my thighs. 

He stopped. His hand caressed my reddened ass; his fingers slipped through my slit, and dove all the way into the pool at my entrance. 

He grunted, sounding so pleased to confirm the pleasure he was able to grant me through the pain he was inflicting. 

My masochism was such a delightful match to his sadism, and now he had proof. 

"Don't move!" he growled while he released me and I heard him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. 

With one swift motion he was buried deep inside me, plunging hard, his hands harshly grasping my ass, adding with his hands those shots of pain to those of pleasure given me by his cock. He leaned forward, and grunted the order. 

"Come for me, slave!" 

And I did and only seconds later after being thrown out to the raging sea of pleasure, I felt him falling just next to me.