Author's Note: An unsuspecting technician walks with his eyes wide open into a femdom trap.

This story consists of a number of personal experiences as well as fictional events.


The engine sound suddenly changed and the plane took a definite nose-down attitude. A ringtone sounded as the 'fasten seatbelts' sign was illuminated. Sighing I fastened the strap across my lap. The little plane heaved and shuddered and I looked out of the vibrating window but saw only ink black darkness outside.

I was tired. The trip had taken most of the afternoon and evening. First a three hour flight to Oslo. Then, after a long wait, a switch to a small, noisy twin turboprop that took me all the way up north, past the polar circle.

And all because of a malfunction in a system installed years ago. Apparently none of the locals could or would solve the problem. So our head office decided that I had to go and sort it out. Thus, while others enjoyed their weekend, I had to hoof it all the way to northern Norway, in the dead of the winter.

The landing lights came on and reflected brilliantly off snow that streaked past the window like AA tracer bullets and I wondered if the pilot would switch them off to avoid blinding himself. I looked around the cabin and saw the other three passengers sitting quietly in their chairs, obviously used to this kind of approach.

Suddenly we popped out of the clouds and for a brief moment I saw some lights on the ground. Then the plane flared abruptly and the engines were cut to idle. A few seconds later we touched down hard and stayed down on the slippery runway, both engines roaring in reverse to slow the shuddering plane down.

A few minutes later the plane came to a stop and the engines spooled down. A silence fell in the cabin, only broken by the shuffling of the other passengers and the rattle and bumps of the belly doors being opened.

The pretty young stewardess opened the cabin door and wished us a pleasant night as we shuffled down the airstair onto the empty, snow covered platform.

It was pitch dark, with just a few pale yellow platform lamps emitting a feeble light that was reflected by a fresh layer of snow. I noticed a small terminal building with a darkened control tower against the background of a snow flecked, rocky landscape. The deep silence of mid winter made the whole scene desolate and eerie. It reminded me of my service days, inspecting radar sites close to the east-German border - the brooding silence under the snow clad trees and the knowledge that the enemy was not far away.

The other passengers grabbed their bags from a small cart and were already underway to an illuminated entrance. I followed them, lugging my overnight bag and service kit. My breath steamed in the freezing air, my feet crunched on the fresh snow and I wondered how cold it was. I guessed at least minus 15 centigrade. Thank God I brought my parka.

The illuminated entrance had automatic door and led into a small but very brightly lit arrivals area. I automatically followed my fellow passengers through the green channel - 'nothing to declare' and wondered how I would get into town. Then she suddenly stood right in front of me and said 'Excuse me, sir'.

She was a rather attractive woman, in her late thirties or early forties; thick blonde hair and grey eyes. She was about my length and had a well-shaped body - as far as her clumsy uniform allowed me to judge.

And she deliberately blocked my way.

'Yes?'

'Is this all your luggage?'

'Yes'.

'Will you please come with me, sir? You have been selected for a spot check'.

I noticed an open door on the left and she gestured me to go inside.

'Is this necessary?' I asked. I had gone through the Oslo airport customs and security already and wanted to get to my hotel, to take a shower and stretch out on a bed. But she just gave a curt 'Yes!' for an answer and waved me inside.

The room was quite warm.

I put my bags on a table against the wall and opened them for inspection.

She came over and surprisingly she stood close to me while she started rummaging through my overnight bag. Her hip touched my hip and I looked aside just as she bent over. Her uniform blouse opened quite wide and I got a momentary glimpse of a fine pair of breasts encased in black lace.

I did not know what to think. I have gone through many customs inspections but this one was ... well, a bit weird.

My overnight bag did not yield much, just a bottle of Scotch (there is no better way to get cooperation from Norwegians than giving them free booze) and my sponge bag in which she found two condoms. She took them out and inspected them as if they were dangerous explosives before she returned them.

Next she started on my service kit and soon found a component wrapped in anti-static plastic. It probably had been destined for some tropical destination because the package held a liberal number of moisture absorbing bags; the ones that have 'not for consumption' written all over them. I guess it must have been the only one in stock and must have been hurriedly put into my kit when this emergency popped up.

She carefully pulled a couple of those bags from under the foil and had a good look at them. Then she turned and looked me in the face while she asked: 'What are these?'

'Absorbing bags' I answered. She looked quizzically at me and I explained 'they prevent condensation build-up on the component'. And all the while she kneaded one of the bags between the fingers of her right hand, as if she was testing the gritty substance inside. After a short pause she said 'It looks and feels like drugs to me'.

'I can assure you they're not' said I, getting a bit concerned.

'That's what every drugs runner would say' she answered.

I did not like the way things were going and I said: 'Look miss, you'll find these things in most packages containing electronic equipment. Just look at the factory marks and these warnings. They have nothing to do with drugs. It is quite a standard material, used all over the world.'

She leaned backwards against the table and I noticed that her blouse was even more undone than before. Weird!

With a cunning smile on her face she laid a hand on my arm and said: 'All the same, you have given me sufficient grounds for a body inspection. Please undress completely'.

I was flabbergasted but when I started to protest she cut me short by reaching for the handcuffs on her belt while she said: 'You either do it peacefully or I'll force you!'

I decided not aggravate things any further and went inside a small cubicle. A few moments later I emerged completely naked except for my socks and slip. She quickly put me in some kind of reclining chair and handcuffed my wrists behind its back. I was completely taken aback and stammered 'what are you?..'

'I am going to inspect your clothes!' she said. She locked the chair in the upright position and disappeared from my field of vision. I could hear her rummaging behind me but as the bloody chair would not turn I had no clue what she was doing. All I heard were quaint rustling noises. And then I heard something more alarming - the deep rumble of a diesel engine. The airport bus was leaving - I was stranded! I shouted 'Hey miss, what the fuck are you doing?' while I vainly tried to get out of the chair.

After a few minutes I heard her footsteps returning. But they were slightly different. Not the sound of broad heeled boots as I had heard before but a sharper and lighter sound.

She came around the chair and when she stood in front of me I gasped in surprise. The uniform was gone. A lacy black bra held two fine breasts. A small tanga string just covered her vulva. A suspender belt encircled a nice waist and held up sheer black stockings. And she had switched to 5 inch patent leather heels. She held a pair of transparent surgical gloves in one hand and what looked like a ball-gag in the other. She bent over me and said coolly: 'I am going to investigate you in-depth, do you realize?'

'You can't! And I will...'

Before I could say another word the ball gag was in my mouth and firmly clasped behind my head. She stood over me, donning the surgical gloves and said 'We must make sure no drugs are smuggled up here. And you may try to scream - there's only a young guy on duty in the control tower. And he's studying for his masters' so he'll be deep in his books...'

With those words she pulled down my slip and threw it somewhere on the floor. Then she fixed what looked like a spreader bar between my ankles and hooked them to the bottom of the chair. Getting upright she smiled at me and said 'but don't worry, I'll be gentle. And you will like it...'

I tried to protest but could only mumble around that bloody rubber ball in my mouth. It did not matter anyway because she might have been deaf to whatever I tried to say. I had heard of body-cavity searches but no description fitted what happened to me.

She pushed a button and the chair reclined and there I was, legs spread and hands locked behind the chair. Bending over me she said 'do you know you have a nice body? And I like your nipples...' She took one of my nipples between her fingernails and squeezed it. I jumped and squirmed and tried to pull the nipple loose but it was no use. She held on to it and started to stroke my cock with her other hand. Horrified I felt an erection building up and could do nothing to prevent it. And she whispered 'ah, that's what you like, don't you?' softly stroking my rapidly hardening cock while she pinched and pulled at my nipples.

A pair of nipple clamps materialized out of nowhere (it seemed). The clamps bit painfully into my already tender nipples and I yelled out loud when she used the adjusting screws to clamp them even tighter. Grinning she pulled at the connecting chain and I jumped in the chair but there was no escape from the torment. And as my cock grew harder and harder I was horrified. Never before had I been dominated like this and that enormous erection seemed to signify that I... enjoyed it!

She shifted one hand to my bottom, parted my butt cheeks and I felt her fingers going down, from my cock and balls all the way to my anus. Then, slowly and deliberately, a finger entered me and started moving about. It was an incredible feeling, intensified by her expert stroking of my cock and my total helplessness. I felt an orgasm building up and started to move my hips in sync with her stroking hand. But she was wise to that and simply stopped stroking. The finger remained, probing deeper and deeper into me and a flame of pain seared through my chest as she pulled at the nipple clamps again. Helplessly I tried to get her hand back to my cock but she just kept on denying me the release I now was yearning for.

I felt the finger leave me and saw her pull of the surgical gloves in a rapid, experienced way. She swung one leg across my body and with a quick movement she mounted me. Sitting astride me she unclasped the ball gag and I gasped for air. Pushing my head back against the chair she freed one of those gorgeous breasts from her bra and fed the nipple between my lips.

I could not resist sucking on it. And while I suckled it she started to move her hips, rubbing her barely covered pussy against my belly. My cock stood stiff as a flagpole while she pushed more and more of her breast into my mouth and played excitedly with her other nipple. Then she commanded: 'Bite me!'

I closed my teeth on the nipple and started to bite.

'Harder!'

I bit hard and she groaned. Then I violently moved my head from one side to the other, my teeth still clenched on the nipple. She cried 'Ohh, ohh!!!' and arched her back, pressing her pussy hard into my groin.

Abruptly she rose and walked to the inspection table. She came back, holding one of my condoms. In one move she got rid of her string and I saw her smile while she slowly pushed the condom down to the base of my rock hard cock. Then she straddled me again. This time I felt her wet pussy lips kissing my belly and I became even more excited. Bending over she put one of her gorgeous breasts into my mouth. Without waiting I started to bite the nipple while she reached behind her and closed one hand around my cock. She started a slow, rhythmic masturbation that soon had me moving my hips in sync with her hand. Closing my eyes I moved my hips faster, eager for the orgasm. 'No, you're not!' she said and stopped stroking my cock

Pinching her other nipple with her sharp nails she started rubbing her pussy up and down my belly. Soon she was gasping and uttering inarticulate sounds. Without warning she raised her hips and in one long delicious movement slid her dripping pussy over my cock until my balls were nearly engulfed. She jerked at my nipple clamps while she started riding me hard. I sucked and bit her nipple and raised and lowered my hips, ramming my cock hard up her cunt. Her gasps came faster and faster. Then her whole body seemed to twang with released energy and she came with a wailing 'Aaahhhh!!!' Her shuddering orgasm made me come almost immediately after her, arching my back to squirt as deep as possible into her..

We lay spent in the chair for some time until she got up and released me from the chair. The handcuffs had chafed my wrists, no doubt by the intensity of our double orgasm. And my nipples would be sore and tender for a long time. But I had never experienced such an intense orgasm.

Sitting on the examination table she kissed me quietly and said: 'I enjoyed that! And I think you enjoyed it too. You lived up to expectations.'

I stared at her uncomprehendingly and stammered 'What do you mean?'

'I'll show you'

She took me into a small office where a PC blinked a screensaver at us. One movement of the mouse and I suddenly was looking at a photograph of myself. I looked at her, completely puzzled.

'I've got a friend in Oslo airport security. She knows I sometimes get bored up here in this godforsaken place. She knows my preferences, so if she spots a likely candidate she takes a picture and e-mails it to me, plus comments'. 'So far, she's been right; each and every time!'

She stood close to me and her lips met mine. Her tongue waltzed around in my mouth and we slowly went down on a couch in a corner. Her hands roamed all over my body and I felt for her breasts again. Suddenly, the missed bus and the hotel were the last things I was worried about...