Cruising in Philadelphia

I came to Philadelphia with big plans - that didn't materialize. There, I spoiled it. But really, I don't want to get your hopes up for nothing. I was supposed to meet a Master, or as I call this role, a Bull. That is, someone who not only uses slaves, but may wish to force feminization. I don't really know how far that would go beyond just wearing lingerie in bed. But he's the most serious guy I've talked to about anything like that. I dare say that my drive to start Part 2 of my story Total Hypno Bitch (from chapter 11 onwards) was very much established by my eagerness to meet the Bull. But then he got sick, just when I arrived in town. He sounded really bad so I'm glad we didn't meet, because getting sick would have totally complicated my travels.

By the way, I have a completely off-topic anecdote that I must share with you because it was totally crazy, and would have also completely derailed my flight from Philadelphia, if I weren't so lucky to avoid a disaster. But for your benefit, just this once, I'm going to embellish this scene with some sexual details, to justify putting it into this blog post. But otherwise, please know that everything I share with you in these storieson this blog is 100% true (except for the fantasy stories of course). I'm just an exhibitionist slut and I have an insatiable need to let everyone know what a huge slut I am.

Here goes the story

I was on the train to the airport with my two large suitcases and regular-size backpack, which my Master had just given me as a gift, after I'd ruined the zipper on the previous black backpack he gave me. I felt bad about it but it had lasted a couple of years, I think, so I'm not a terrible boi, right?

A handsome pilot, a first officer, was sitting next to me on the train. He was white, perhaps in his mid-thirties. He seemed to glance at me from time to time and he smiled whenever our eyes met. At some point he manspread a bit, pressing his knee against mine. I was pretty sure it was intentional but I didn't want to assume anything. Then I saw him browsing through photos on his phone and I thought I saw some dick pics, but I wasn't sure because of his phone's angle.

Finally, I dared ask "Were you at the Bike Stop bar yesterday?"

"No. Why?" he asked.

"Oh, no reason," I said, not wanting to elaborate because it seemed my suspicion was wrong.

He murmured something like "aha," but didn't push it. However, he took the opportunity to continue the conversation. We talked about something random - the next stops of the train and our respective flights. And he played with his phone again.

Finally I was able to see more clearly that he was indeed browsing through sexual photos of his, including dick and that he was trying to sort of show them to me, while preserving deniability that he wasn't actually showing them to me, because of course sexual harassment is a big deal, especially on the train.

The train was about to arrive at my terminal, so I suggested that we exchange telephone numbers and he easily agreed. When the train stopped I squeezed his knee with my hand and rushed off.

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