Meeting Master Jay: Chapter 2
Day of My Trip
I arrived at the airport in New York, ready for my flight to meet Master Jay. He had some special requirements, but I’ll go into those later, except one. Surprisingly, he respected my loyalty towards my Owner and even insisted that I keep my collar on - a dog tag on my simple string necklace, which stated that I was my Master’s slave, and to take good care of “his boi.” I protested though, that I normally take it off before security, already having one incident in which I was required to present it for a close (!) inspection. Anyway, reluctantly, I agreed to that and more. I was just too eager to meet him and I wasn’t going to object over some last-minute instructions, though I somewhat resented his unfair treatment of me.
Sure enough, when I got out of the body scanner, the TSA guy pulled me aside for additional inspection. He was a very tall and muscular 30-year-old black guy, with a well-groomed beard.
He pointed at my chest. “Show me your necklace!”
I took it out, reluctantly, holding its flat sides between my fingers, to be discreet about the text written on them.
“Show me,” he said again.
I found it absurd that the text would matter, rather than what material the dog tag was made of, but you don’t fuck with the TSA. So I let go of the necklace.
He took it in his hand and examined it closely, reading what it said on both sides. He looked me in the eyes but didn’t say anything about it. “I’m going to give you a quick pat down, ok?”
“Sure,” I said.
“What was that?” he asked.
“Yes Sir,” I rephrased.
“Good. Now raise your arms to your sides,” he instructed as he began to pat my arms, chest and back. “Raise your shirt above your belly button,” he further instructed.
The humiliation was getting worse. I was grateful that he was inspecting me somewhat in the corner, not near all the human traffic. I raised my shirt a little bit, to my shame, revealing the edge of my pink panties, which Master Jay insisted that I wear for him for my flight.
“You can cover it back up,” the officer said and proceeded to pat me from my feet up. It almost felt like he was trying to feel my buttocks for their muscularity. And I don’t think that’s ever happened to me before, but he actually patted me on my dick, feeling my chastity cage. “I thought I saw something there in the scan,” he said. “Come with me,” he ordered.
I wasn’t going to argue with him. If I needed to explain, I’d rather it be in private anyway.
He signaled to his colleague that he was taking me for a private inspection and I followed him into a side corridor and then into a small room.
He locked the door behind him. I think he saw the alarm in my eyes and then he patted my head, towering so high above me. “Shhh, don’t worry, sissy. I’m just going to perform a full inspection because your case is a bit unusual. There were already two indicated metal areas in our monitors, between your collar and the lock of your chastity cage, so regulations require secondary inspection.”
“Uhh…” I was struggling to find my words. “You mean you know about all that?”
“Sure, sissy,” he said. “This isn’t my first rodeo. We see everything that goes through our airport. So don’t worry about it. I’m not looking to intimidate you or use you in any way, I just need to finish the inspection and you’ll be on your way. Now please get fully undressed.”
I did as I was told. Taking everything off - my shirt, my shoes and my pants.
“Take off your panties too,” he instructed, while he put surgical gloves on.
I did as he ordered.
He grabbed my cage and examined it from all sides. Then he let go. He pumped some ID lube, which was on the desk beside him, onto his fingers, and then he faced me again. “Normally I’d say this can feel uncomfortable, but I’m sure you’re used to it.”
I didn’t say anything.
“Aren’t you used to it, sissy?” he asked, as he proceeded to insert a finger into my hole from under me.
“Umm, yes Sir,” I replied.
“I’m sure you are,” he responded. “I’m going to insert another finger, but you probably like it thick anyway.”
I just looked at him, as he pushed in another finger. His force pushed me onto him and my face was buried in his massive pecs.
“Don’t you like it thick, sissy?” he asked, as he pushed his fingers in and out, repeatedly and with increasing speed.
“Umm, ah, yes Sir,” I said, gasping a bit, as it took more effort from me.
“Oh, I see you’re leaking precum from your caged clitty,” he said, still thrusting his fingers in and out of my hole. “Aren’t you a horny bitch?”
“Yes Sir,” I said, gasping.
“Yes you are,” he asserted. “Don’t you wish you were my little bitch, sissy?”
“I am your little bitch, Sir,” I heaved.
“We’ll see about that. Give me your Instagram. I bet you have a twitter handle too, you little slut.”
“Yes Sir, @HSFaggot on twitter, Sir,” I volunteered.
“How about OnlyFans?”
“No Sir!” I replied.
“Don’t be so incredulous, faggot,” he said. “I’m sure you’ve already posted slutty videos on your Twitter.
“Yes Sir,” I acknowledged.
“I knew it,” he said, grinning. “So we’ll get you an Only Fans account too when you come stay at my place. Enjoy your trip, we’ll make a plan for you to serve me when you’re back,” he said and finally took his fingers out of my ass.
I took a couple of tissues from the desk to wipe off my chastity cage from all the precum, as well as the lube from my hole. I got dressed and left the room.
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