UK Trip -- Blogging on the Fly

I am blogging this while on the plane to London. I decided to write this as much in real time as I could.

This morning we got up early, I was washed and cleaned and lotioned as usual, but put into a smoky grey transparent skinsuit with no hood. Maid was wearing a similar suit. She does not usually, but Sir required it for this trip. She had already been up an hour before me to bathe and had bathed and dressed herself for the trip.

She dried me off and then put a black corset, knee high boots, and elbow length gloves on me, as well as a black, open faced hood. Over this, she put a long black rubber dress, ankle length, 3/4 length sleeves, and high collar with a bit of ruffle on the bust. The waist is small and tight, but the dress is one of my most comfortable ones. The skirt is loose and flared.

Maid covered her own hoodless skinsuit with a black corset, knee high boots, shoulder length gloves and a black victorian maid's uniform with a long straight skirt. It is a jumper and she donned a white latex blouse under it with ruffled collar and cuffs. Her black gloves looked pretty coming out from under the sleeves. She also put a black open faced hood on as well and it tucked in nicely under the ruffle of the blouse.

We made sure our proper full face hoods were in our carryon and then pulled our burqas on. We both wore black ones. I now have a red rubber burqa, like my nun's habit, but I don't think it would be a good idea to wear it for travel...far too attention gathering. However, I intend to wear it while we are on holiday.

Sir had arranged a limo to drive us to the airport rather than leaving our car there, so we all piled in. The driver was mid eastern and was, I think, pleasantly surprised to see two burqa'd ladies emerge from the house.

He held the door for us as if it were no unusual thing to him to see two women in voluminous veils climbing into his limousine. He did not speak to us, but only to Sir. For fun, maid and I did not sit on the rear facing bench seat. Rather we knelt between the seats, in front of Sir and prostrated ourselves for the whole ride to the airport. Sir didn't act surprised and the driver said nothing at all. When we arrived, though, and maid and I sat up on our heels seza fashion, we could see he had a big grin on his face.

We exited the limousine after Sir and it was interesting to see the stir we caused on the curb. People stared, but no one said anything. A skycap came over and took our luggage and we went inside to check in.

I had been taken through San Francisco security in my burqa, so we were a little unsure of the procedure. Quite honestly, the San Francisco ticket agent was a little unsure as well.

Sir explained that he had two women who did not show their faces in public and would need to be escorted through security and Id'd in private. The young man behind the counter seemed non-plussed and started by saying that he couldn't help. He kept asking to see our passports, which we had already given him. He literally checked my passport against my burqa five times before it seemed to dawn on him that there wasn't going to be a match.
Sir explained that we travelled all the time and that usually a female airline employee was called on to verify our identities in a private room. That we would uncover for an ID check for her as long as it was in private. He sort of looked lost and finally figured out he needed to ask a supervisor to come down. to his station.

It was amazing, suddenly everything changed. A dark, somewhat matronly woman in her fifties came down and said hello. The ticket agent said we wanted private screening and she said she thought we ight and would we follow her. Maid and i did so, while Sir handled the rest of checkin, checking luggage, getting boarding passes and what not.

The woman took us to a door behind the ticket counters and asked us to step in. she had collected our passports and said, "all I need is a moment to see your faces." Maid and I were both wearing black, latex pull on open face hoods which we wear under the burqas for this purpose. We lifted the burqas, the woman checked our passports and smiled and said, "that's fine, sisters. You're all set." She waited until our burqas were in place again and then ushered us back to the front of the ticket line and told the agent we were good to go.
Sir thanked her and she said, "I will escort you to security and they will walk you through there as well.You're going to the UK?"

Sir said yes, by way of Chicago. She smiled at maid and me and said, "well, you're dressed for it. It's getting rainy there today." Then as we were walking over to security, she made the comment, "I wish I could cover like you two. I miss it." sir asked her where she was from and she said "Saudi Arabia".

Sir thanked her and she handed us over to a TSA agent with a "These two need private screening". Tha agent was NOT non-plussed and she took us sraight through without even asking us to unveil.

Once on the other side of security, maid and I went to the ladies room and entered a handicapped stall together. I took my burqa off while she pulled out our full face, black hoods with no mouth holes. We decided to put these hoods on over the open faced ones. That will make it easier to change back for security upon arrival.

She helped me with mine and then I put hers on. maid and I are about the same height, but she is lighter and thinner than I am now. But with the hoods covering our faces we are almost identical twins. These hoods are special too as they have an eye veil which we can pull down and zip closed in place. Once done, we are blind as well as silent.

We put our burqas back and left the ladies room, now properly covered and gagged. Sir was waiting outside sitting in a chair. We came out and he stood up and escorted us to the first class lounge as we had some time to wait. We went into the lounge, Sir handing over his id card and escorting us back to the seats. The attendants said nothing about our attire. But we had a bit more fun. Sir sat in a chair and maid and I knelt on either side of him again sitting seza, on our heels. We prostrated ourselves for just a moment, but Sir said to rise and we both assumed seza again, just sort of staring at each other.

That raised a few eyebrows, let me say. Particularly from the business women passing by and the lounge was busy. This was all sort of planned. Sir had told us he wanted us to be as publicly submissive as possible this trip. Maid and I discussed it this morning and came up with the 'let's kneel and bow' approach.

I should also point out that Sir is travelling in black latex as well. he chose to wear a catsuit but with no feet, gloves, or hood. over that he is wearing a pair of very nice latex pleated trousers and a button down long sleeved latex shirt. He's wearing his latex blazer as a jacket. So, while he's not as obscured and intense as we are, he is still pretty much a rubber man at the moment.
We stayed in the lounge for about 45 minutes till our flight was boarding.We got on and settled in, no worries at boarding. We had seats together for me and maid and Sir was across the aisle. A blonde girl with very large, shall I say, augmented breasts, tee shirt, jeans, and sunglasses sat in the window seat next to him. It was amazing. Her mouth dropped open when she got on. We got seated quickly as we had no carryon. Sir stood up and allowed her to get to her seat, but she could not take her eyes off the two burqas across the aisle.

Sir has decided that all plane travelwe are to sit, belt ourselves in, then blind ourselves and sit quietly in meditation the whole flight. FOr this first leg, that was foour and a half hours to Chicago, followed by 8 hours to Gatwick. So as soon as we got settled, maid reached up and a moment later I heard the zip of her eyeveil shutting down. I watched the rest of the plane board, just to see the fun, then, as the flight attendants were asking people to shut off electronics, I zipped my veil shut too.

I just sat back and maid and I held hands under our overlapping cloaks as the plane took off. After we were up, we leaned our seats back and just dozed off.

Until the flight attendant started her rounds! She kept asking us questions and did we need this and did we need that and I kept shaking my head no, but finally Sir had to tell her that we were both dead tired and were going to sleep. After that she left us alone. Sir said later that his seatmate just sort of moved away from him as close to the window as she could get. he had a laugh out of it.

After we touched down, maid and I unzipped our face veils under the burqas and folded them back, so we could see. I glanced over and, again, the buxom little thing sitting next to Sir was watching us like a hawk. Sir, on the other hand had what can only be described as a feces consuming grin on his face.

In Chicago, we made our way to the ladies to relieve ourselves and then followed him to the lounge again. We did the whole stay 3 paces behind and he really got into it as well. We did the kneel and prostrate ourselves thing again and he left us there for abot 5 minutes with our heads on the ground before he said we could sit back up. An airline representative did come by and ask him at one point if we would not be more comfortable sitting in the chairs. Sir simply said, "No, they would be very uncomfortable sitting in a chair. They're fine." The woman left. I think she was trying to suggest that other passwnengers might be more comfortable if we were sitting, but Sir refused to take the bait.

About 20 minites before we boarded, another representative came up and she introduced herself as our International First Class Ambassador. I have to say, this woman had an incredible figure and looked fantastic dressed in her uniform, with her gorgeous blonde hair in a very tight bun and high heels. She was impeccable with a lovely soft british accent. She asked very politely if there was anything we needed, Sir said no, and she said that she would come collect us when it was time to board.

So there we sat (knelt) for another 15 minutes. We were probably prostrated for 5 minutes and sitting on our heels for 30 before she came to take us to the plane. Sir was exceptionally well pleased with himself. Truth be told, maid and I were having trouble not giggling into our gags.
The woman took us past the line for boarding, and down the jetway. We weren't the only ones with such treatment. There were thwo others in first who received this treatment as well. It has to do with how many miles you fly and how much you pay for the ticket.

Once again, we are in seats next to each other, maid and I together and Sir across the aisle. These are the very nice sleeper seats as this is an overnight flight. Nothing much has happened. Sir has refused dinner for us and maid has already covered her yees and gone to sleep. I am about to, but wanted to blog this first.

Some passengers have looked at us, but there are two other women in traditional veils up here in First Class with their husbands (presumably) and quite honestly, we hardly stand out if you ignore the latex. Sir says that it has been common on the last several international flights he was on to see women in niqab or khimar. he flew through Detroit the other day and said it looked like Morocco because there were som many muslimahs in all manner of veiling wandering the airport. Apparently Detroit Michigan has the highest muslim immigrant population of any US city.

I am closing now. I will publish this as soon as I can after we land. we havea day in London and then we make our way to The North.
regards
Lady