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For my 50th birthday, my wife and Mistress decide to bring some fantasies to reality. This series is also still fantasy (well, the actual activities are, what’s described are my true fantasies); you will read about chastity, unsafe sex practices, nudity that probably violates law, ‘forced’ bisexuality and humiliation, and descriptions of places that may not be accurate. Let your mind wander with mine.
Though stories may make sense standalone, it is recommended you read the series in order.
No matter how many times I proofread the stories, I always find a few typos after they’ve been published. And inevitably there are plot holes, thank you to all that point them out, I’ll try to do better.
Also, you may notice I switch between our names and our roles (Mistress/sub of husband/wife). That’s to indicate the frame of mind we’re in at the time.
Chapter 8 – Going home, one last round of humiliation, then the big reveal..
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I woke up to Hope licking my cock through the bars of my cage. I groaned and stretched my legs and shifted to lay completely on my back. When I moved I felt Hope’s hair tickling the inside of my thighs and my balls.
Hope stopped licking me, “Good morning, my love. I really wanted to wake you up with a blowjob, this was as close as I could get. I really wish you didn’t mail your key home.” Her tongue returning to my now bulging cock. And just to make it ‘worse,’ she gently licked my balls, too.
I wanted to remind Hope that she’s the one that told me to mail the key. But I didn’t. I just groaned again and instinctively rocked my hips. The warm, wetness of Hope’s mouth felt amazing!
“What I wouldn’t do to feel your cock in my mouth,” Hope said. She stopped licking me and turned her head to look me in the eyes, “but you already knew that,” with a sly smile on her face as she switched into her MIstress persona. “You’ve made it clear this trip how much you love sucking cock, having strangers use your mouth as a cum dump. Swallowing so you don’t ‘waste’ any of their cum,” she taunted me. I started to blush and opened my mouth to defend myself, she continued before I could speak. “Now you know how I feel. Well, not completely, I don’t want to be used by a bunch of strangers like you were. But you know how I feel about wanting to suck your cock.”
Mistress did not return her mouth to my caged cock. Instead, she told me to get everything packed up, except what we were wearing for the trip home. Not sure what I was supposed to wear until she hopped off the bed tossed me a pair of loose fitting shorts and a t-shirt. Of course, no underwear. Mistress headed to the shower while I got packed. I took great care folding and packing her clothes neatly. Next I packed the few toys that were still out in her other suitcase, the one I wasn’t allowed to open before we left. After she was out of the shower I jumped in and quickly showed and dressed, and we checked out and headed to the airport.
On the way, Mistress pointed out something I hadn’t thought of yet. How I hadn’t thought of it I still don’t know, but I didn’t. She wondered, out loud, what the alarm on the metal detector sounded like when someone went through with metal. Pretty sure I turned transparent when it hit me, we were going to find out. At my expense. And there was nothing I could do about it. That didn’t stop me from ‘complaining’ to her.
“I can’t go through security like this, they won’t let me on the plane. What am I supposed to say when the alarms go off?”
“Don’t be silly, did you think I don’t already know the answers? Of course you’ll set the alarms off, that’s why I brought the metal cage. That’ll be fun to watch,” the last part said with obvious excitement in her voice. “I already know the process. You’ll have to be scanned with a wand. When they realize the metal is where it is you’ll have to go for a private screening. And you know what that means.”
I did know what it meant. I was going to have to reveal to more strangers, ones not at a resort that expects kinky behavior, that I was wearing a cage, that I couldn’t take it off. How would they react? How would I react? Besides being humiliated again. I could feel myself already turning red faced just thinking about it. “How do you know they’ll let me on the plane?”
“Because I already looked it up. You’ll have a private screening where they’ll have to inspect the metal and make sure it’s not, or could be used as a weapon. Given how small it is, that shouldn’t take long.” She couldn’t help getting that last jab in. “Once they’re comfortable you’ll be able to proceed. I’m sure they’ll be way more comfortable than you will be by the time they’re done inspecting you. That’s why we’re leaving earlier than we would normally have to, to ensure you’ll have time without us missing our flight.”
I didn’t know what to say. I thought our play was over when we left Secrets, clearly I was wrong. The rest of the trip to the airport was uneventful. We returned the car, hopped the Ankara escort shuttle to our terminal and approached security. Because we have TSA pre-check the line was short. Not short enough for me not to get nervous, my palms started to sweat. Mistress grabbed my hand and squeezed reassuringly. Then, not so reassuringly, she whispered into my ear, “I hope you get a hot TSA agent for the visual inspection.” My cock twitched a little – only a little because of the cage.
We handed our IDs, one at a time to the agent and showed our boarding passes and were waived through. It was time. Just before I nervously approached the metal detector, Mistress instructed me, “you are not to close your eyes during the process. I want you to see how many people look at you when the alarms go off, and when you are scanned by the wand.”. Even if the alarms somehow failed, I’m sure my demeanor and look attracted the agents’ attention anyway. As I stepped through the alarm sounded. The bored looking agent, an average looking female, asked about anything in my pockets, belts, or anything else. I hesitated as I told her no. Still looking bored she grabbed the wand and instructed me to put my arms out and spread my legs shoulder width apart. I knew what was coming next and my face felt as red as ever. Like I thought about before, it was one thing to play at a sex positive resort. It was another thing altogether to be found out by ‘normal’ people in an everyday setting. She quickly scanned my arms, which I thought was ridiculous given the short sleeves, what could I be hiding there? And, as weird as this may sound, I just wanted her to scan my groin area so we could hurry up and get someplace private.
Before she got to my groin I told her I would need a private screening. She looked at me with an ‘I know how to do my job’ look. Next she crouched down and scanned my shoes and legs. Again, why my legs, I was wearing shorts. As she got to my shorts the wand chirped. She scanned back and forth a couple times, each time the chirp sounded. I could see people all around, most were not paying any attention and ignoring the situation. A couple of people glanced when the alarm sounded and quickly went about their own tasks. One, a middle-aged looking male, watched as the wand activated each time and smiled at me like he knew what was triggering the alarm. I wanted to melt.
The screening agent stood back up and said loudly to a male agent, “We’ll need a screening.” She directed me to follow her to a small room right near the checkpoint. I felt like every eye at the checkpoint was on me, like they were all staring knowingly at my cage. I did an automatic check, looking down at my untucked shirt and shorts not being able to make out the cage. Or, was that just my mind trying to protect me, that it really was visible I was just discounting it? Yeah, that’s the mental gymnastics going on in my head. Fortunately for me the screening room was close by.
The male agent arrived, a tall and well built 30ish handsome guy. Why did I just think that? If nothing else, this trip proved to me that I am truly bisexual. I wondered if I’d start noticing men more now, thinking about features I never did before. Still, I didn’t feel attracted to the guy, other than to wonder what his cock would taste like, feel like sliding into my ass. It was then I realized that, for me, sexual encounters with men were purely transactional, simply a means to an end. That end was to swallow cum and, well, take those cocks in the end (pun intended). I don’t know why, but I felt better after that revelation. Anyway, more on the events on the trip home.
While the male stood leaning with his back on the door, the looking bored female agent asked me what I had that was triggering the alarm. Sheepishly, and looking at the floor I told her, “It’s my chastity cage.”
Looking to the male agent she says, “I don’t know what it is with guys that lock the dicks up. We’re seeing more and more of this and I just don’t get it. Why would anyone want to do that?”
I wanted to answer her, to tell her that I do it because I want to focus my energy on my wife/Mistress, that I enjoy being frustrated (as silly as that may sound), that being teased and denied is an incredible thrill. That, as cliche and trite as it sounds, I really do get pleasure out of my wife’s/Mistress’ pleasure. No, it’s not the same physical pleasure as her sucking my cock, feeling her warm, wet pussy on my cock. It is an emotional and mental pleasure I’d never really experienced before, never understood how satisfying to me that would be. I didn’t learn that on this trip, I already knew it. This trip reinforced just how much my wife loves and cares about me. That she was willing to make my fantasies, our fantasies, come true. To plan, to push us both outside our comfort zones. If she were in the room with us I would grab her in my arms, kiss her and tell her just how much she means to me. I guess it was then that I realized the trip was about more than Escort Ankara just physical sex, for both of us.
That revelation didn’t stop my embarrassment with the situation. I was quickly snapped back to reality when the agent told me I was going to have to remove the cage to get through security. Uh, I couldn’t do that, and I had to explain that to her.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“We don’t have the key, my wife made me mail it home.” As the words came out of my mouth I realized I had referred to Hope as my wife, not Mistress. Did I do that because I was too embarrassed to admit it out loud in front of these two? Not really sure, but I knew I’d have plenty of time to (over) think about it on the flight home.
“Why would she do that?” It was a more than reasonable question. One that I would answer honestly.
“Because I asked her to. Because we both turned 50 and are returning from living out our fantasies, and that includes me being locked in chastity for I don’t know how long. Because it keeps me horny all the time, and ensures I focus my energy on her”
She just rolled her eyes and turned to the male agent, “We’ll have to inspect the cage.”
The male agent stepped forward and told me to remove my shorts. I hesitated, not sure if I would be able to take the additional humiliation. Not that I hadn’t all week already, but as I said before, this was different. We were not amongst like minded people, at least I didn’t think so.
More forcefully he said, “You have two choices, you can not be allowed past security and will miss your flight, or you can let us inspect you. I don’t really care either way.”
I knew what I had to do. To suffer the humiliation that Mistress wanted me to, and planned. To live out a scene that so many of the captioned memes I’ve sent her depicted. I slid my hands under the bottom of my shirt, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and slid them down my legs. I briefly thought how thankful I was that no one was behind me when I bent down to push them below my knees. With no underwear on they would have had a clear view of my ass, and see my hole all stretched out. Rationally I knew it wasn’t true, that my asshole wasn’t still stretched, but all I could think was if anyone was behind me, they would know that I had been fucked in the ass this past week.
I stood back up and put my hands to my side. This allowed my shirt to fall back down and cover my cock and ass. Still with her bored voice, “Lift the shirt,” the agent instructed. Red faced, I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up. For the first time the woman didn’t sound bored, perhaps amused. “Looks pretty harmless to me,” as she looked at the male agent.
Did she mean that it’s small and harmless, or that it looked like a normal cage and harmless, I thought? And then overthought, “Does she know what cock cages look like? Yes, she already said there’s been an uptick in men wearing them through security. I wonder if plastic tubes are visible in the scanner machines. What do they do with men in that situation, is a visual inspection required? Why couldn’t I be wearing a plastic cage?”
I was snapped out of my thoughts when she said to the male agent, “I need you to step over here so you can observe, I need to check the whole thing. Shouldn’t take long,” again the amusement in her voice. Now I definitely know that’s what I heard. The male agent moved to my side while she slipped on a pair of exam gloves. If I thought this couldn’t get more embarrassing, I was about to be proven wrong.
The woman grabbed my caged cock, which surprisingly was not trying to get hard in the cage, and lifted it up, tracing a finger around the ring. She then ran her finger over each bar of the cage. I closed my eyes and imagined, no fantasized is the right word for this trip, that I was back on vacation, except at a normal resort where I was wearing clothes. I thought that of course my cock wasn’t trying to get hard, all my blood was in my face and chest. It had to be as red and flushed as I felt. Mercifully, she released my caged cock, declared the ‘device safe’ and told me to pull my shorts up. I quickly complied, happy to be covered again.
The woman led me out of the room, walked me back to the checkpoint and told me to have a good rest of my day. She was back to the flat tone. In my mind I believed she enjoyed the inspection and making comments. Who knows if that was really the case. Either way, that was over. I didn’t think there’d be any more opportunities for embarrassing situations for the rest of the trip – no security, we could just sit in the terminal and wait for our plane. Silly me.
As I walked towards Mistress she had a huge smile on her face. Clearly she enjoyed thinking about what was going on and how humiliated I’d be. She had our carry on slung over her shoulder. As I approached her she said to me, “How was the inspection? Obviously they determined the cage is of little threat.” Several Escort Bayan people looked our way. It became crystal clear I wasn’t out of ‘humiliation forest,’ there was still a long way to go.
I was thinking to myself, a lot has changed on this trip. NEVER before would Hope, even in her Mistress persona, have said something like that out loud, even in a whisper if we were the only people in the entire terminal. But today, right now, she not only said it, I could see how amused she was when she did. That magical twinkle in her eye was there. I couldn’t have been happier to see her this way. Embarrassed, yes, but still happy.
As we were walking to our terminal we were looking for a place to grab breakfast. We’d left plenty early, just in case things at security didn’t go well, we wanted to make sure we had enough time to eat. We stopped at one of the restaurants and waited to be seated. Hope pointed out two of the wait staff, one male, one female. Neither was particularly remarkable. Almost idly she said, “I wonder what they’d think if they knew the things I made you do this week.”
“Please, no,” was all I could answer. I felt my face growing red and hot again. “You’d probably offend them, get us kicked out and maybe they’d call the airport police,” I tried feebly to argue. Yes, I remember the first night setup with the other two women, how it was all planned out in advance. I knew there was no way that was the case with these two.
The male waiter came over to seat us. After he left Mistress told me that I was going to have to tell him I was wearing a cage, and that another man had fucked his wife this week. I had no idea how I was going to do that, how that would just come up. I totally missed the pun opportunity, Hope didn’t. “Actually, that has a better chance of coming up than you do.” She seemed so amused with herself. I didn’t know if I could even bring myself to tell him.
The waiter came back to take our order, starting with Hope. She didn’t miss the opportunity emphasizing certain words, “I’m having a hard time deciding. Do I want a soft boiled egg, maybe over easy, or should I stick with sausage?” The waiter was appropriately confused. istress suggested he start with me.
“I’ll have the pancakes and sausage, please.”
“Links or patties?”
Mistress quickly jumped in, “He’d like the links, he’s more used to that shape in his mouth.”
And I was blushing again. I looked down at the menu, hoping she’d just order and he could go away. She did order, and he did go away. I am not sure if he picked up on her double entrendre.
“See, I’ve started to break the ice for you. If you don’t find a way to tell him I’ll do it for you. I’m sure you’d just love that…” She knew full well either way I was going to be embarrassed.
When the waiter came back with our food I decided to bite the bullet, before biting my food. You know, before I put the sausage in my mouth. I figured the best way was to just proverbially rip the bandaid off. As he was setting my plate in front of me I just went for it. I did try to deflect a little. “My wife wants me to tell you that I’m wearing a cock cage, I have been all week, and I let another guy fuck her because I couldn’t.”
There, it was done. I just looked down at my plate and waited for him to go away. I didn’t look to see his reaction. There was no way I could bring myself to do that. He set Mistress’ plate in front of her and quickly walked off. He didn’t even ask if there was anything else we needed.
“Wow, I’m impressed,” Mistress told me, “you didn’t even try to make it fit in a conversation, just threw it out there.”
“I have no idea how you expected me to work that into a conversation here. I just wanted to get it over with,” I replied.
While eating, Mistress was looking behind me. “Don’t look now, but I think he’s telling the waitress what you told him. They’re both looking at you.”
I instinctively started to turn my head. “Don’t look, I said,” Mistress told me. I stopped and just looked at her. “Oh, she’s coming this way. Maybe she’s the manager and going to kick us out.”
The waitress appeared at our table, glanced at Mistress then looked at me. “Did you really tell Albert that you have a cock cage on and you let someone else fuck her?”
I wanted to sink into the chair. You’d think that after this entire week I’d be like, “Yeah, what do you think about that,” and just brush it off like normal conversation. Nope, not the case. I just looked at her. Mistress filled the silence, “Yes, he did. And after the guy finished in me he cleaned us both with his mouth.”
That was too much for the waitress, she blushed and quickly walked off. I was mortified. As I looked at Mistress it was clear she was, FINALLY, a little embarrassed, too. “I can’t believe I just said that,” she told me. We finished up quickly, paid the tab, with a handsome tip, and walked to our gate, found a relatively quiet spot against the wall and sat down. Mistress grabbed her phone.
“Before the gate gets too busy, I thought I’d show you a couple things,” as she was swiping on her screen. She turned her phone to me. It was a picture of me on my hands and knees with Ezra right behind me, his cock just about touching my ass. “OMG, you have pictures?” was all I could think to ask.
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