Airport Metal Detector SPH

James inches his way towards security, his heart pounding. He knows in a matter of moments, his secrets will be revealed to the entire airport. As he peers around, he suddenly feels grateful that She had booked a red-eye for them.Was this even legal?The line is moving fast. Just two ahead of them now. A businessman and an old man who is moving as slow as time. And then them... James attempts a deep breath, but it comes up shallow.

How did she even come up with this? What if I go to prison?That would be right up Her alley. The thought of being passed around as a bitch to the entire jail makes him tremble even more. Partly out of nerves, partly out of just how hot it would be... All those sweaty mediterranean men with all their muscles and desire. Forcing him to do what they wanted... Forcing him because he's so much weaker... Forcing him because he's no longer a man...

James tilts his dumb little head in confusion. Perhaps it won't be all that different from how his life has turned out with Her.

The old man moves through the metal detector as James contemplates a potential fate of sucking and fucking his days away without his mistress to guide him.

BUZZZ!!!!!

The elderly gentleman looks around innocently for a moment. It's the same expression James will have except he won't be innocent.

The guard makes a gesture to "Empty your pockets." The old man had forgotten to remove his keys and his belt.Of course he had. What would my excuse be?It's not like someone exactly forgets they have a metal butt plug up their ass. Or a steel cage around their cock for that matter.

James shakes his dumb little head. A cock.Is that even what I have anymore? Could I even call it that? Could I have ever called it that?It was 2.5 inches hard, but now... It's been months since he'd been hard. He almost sighs but holds back. She'll hear. She always hears. Even the slightest hint of protest is enough to incur Her wrath these days.

What if he just walks away? Turns and leaves the line? No. That would never work. She would call down God's holy wrath upon him and the guards would swarm before he even makes it through the door. No. He has no choices. Not anymore. Decisions are made for him now. Now he can only serve and sigh inside his mind. Any louder and his punishments amplify. That's how all of this got started anyway...

***

'Do you still remember?' Lucia had asked him contemplatively, as if nostalgic for those days gone by. Days never to return. 'Remember when you still thought you were a real man?' She asked as She traced Her finger up his freshly waxed leg, starting with his calf and then his thigh, causing him to shudder in anticipation as she drew near to his crotch, to his cage.

Between the heat of the sauna and Her touch, he was near fainting and had no answer. He wasn't sure he was even allowed to answer. Or if this was just another training session. He had failed two already and it seemed any second She would punish him, or worse, cast him loose. A fate worse than death.

Her fingers stopped, and he looked up to match Her gaze, the intensity of his desire apparent though he was doing his best to seem relaxed but clearly failing. She had only the faintest hint of a smile on Her lips before She shook Her head and Her fingers continued up to his towel. Before folding back the hand towel he had covered himself with and then... stopping.

'Before you became mine?'

It's the most affection she'd shown him in weeks and he was starved for it. He'd spent that time either being ignored or in Her service. He'd been Her escort (until she found someone better), Her designated driver (and oh how mercilessly She would ridicule him when She was drunk!), but mostly her maid, dressed in a little miniskirt, thong and thigh-high stockings, ready and willing to clean and fluff up any date who came home with her, half of them thinking he was a girl. And then he would listen helplessly while She reached climax after climax in the next room, until the time came for Her lover to finish, and then he would be on his knees or bending over, awaiting his cock and his seed wherever he fancied dumping it.

So... his heavy breathing was understandable, to say the least. It was in anticipation. In blind hope. In desperation. Of the release he'd been deprived of for far too long. Why now, She had decided, he could only imagine, but he was lapping up her affection like a kitten with cream.

His desperation rose as She smiled approvingly of the sight before Her, and bit Her lip coquettishly when She is undecisive.Oh, it has been so long since She has been indecisive...

'Old habits die so hard I suppose,' Lucia murmured. 'But little by little you revealed yourself to me. Your true nature. Even if you didn't know that's what you were doing.'

James was still unsure if he was allowed to answer. Sometimes he was punished for answering. Other times for not answering. He couldn't yet tell which he would be punished for yet. The stakes were high. So very high.

She sighed as Her fingers walked like little legs down between his thighs. A simple tap was all the direction James needed, and they parted like Moses at the Red Sea for Her.

'You'd still want to though, wouldn't you?' Her Castilian accent as thick as ever. 'Prove yourself to me? To fuck my perfect pussy with your pathetic little penis?'

The words caught in his throat, and he managed a nod.Of course I would.Deep down, through it all, everything we've been through, the answer isYes. Despite the endless humiliations, the imprisonment, the spankings, the planned scenarios conjured up by that cruel, beautiful mind that possessed that equally cruel, beautiful body.

The embarrassing unhappy accidents he was forced to lean into (wearing only his panties in the locker room after "accidentally" getting himself locked out of his locker, until some stud took them off and fucked him until he finished), the cocks he was forced to lean into even when she was nowhere around and then report back to her about, whether he'd swallowed it all or had to lick anything off the floor. The reputation he'd long since sacrificed. Whoever he was before and whoever he became now. Oh, it was all forHer. All for this moment. A gauntlet of flame and shame he had run for Her.

'I wonder...' She said, thinking aloud as She flicked at his cage mercilessly, causing him to grunt and whimper. 'If you can be honest with me?'

The moment of truth.

'Of course. I always am. Always honest with you, Domina.' James sputtered.

She looked at him, an eyebrow forking up, as if he had crossed a red line by speaking, but after a moment, She looked away, letting Her towel slide a bit, revealing more of Herself than he'd seen in so very long.

'You thought because...' She said, pausing for effect, leaving him to hang himself on every word. 'Because I have petite breasts, that you actually had a chance with me, didn't you?'

He bit his tongue hard.

'Remember, be honest,' She said, Her head tilted as She awaited his answer.

James allowed a desperate sigh to escape him. Whatever he said now, he knew would be wrong.

'I was a fool,' he said, doing his best to sound diplomatic.

To this, She laughed.

'Of course you are! But that did not answer my question. Yes or no? That was it, wasn't it?'

James mustered whatever courage remained and cleared his throat.

'Yes.' He whispered and said nothing more, hoping he would not need to say more.

It was indeed the reason I was drawn to her. I had thought because her tits were so small she might be self-conscious about them. Easy prey for a guy like me. Willing to overlook how pathetic my cock was.

James looked down out of shame and was met with the pathetic sight of his caged clit. She had done enough to stir him with her tapping, but it wasn't enough. It never was. She always knew where the line was, while he always stumbled over it.

James heard her clicking her tongue disapprovingly and before he looked up, Her hand, as petite as Her breasts, descended over his cage, covering it with ease. As if She doubted.

But she did enjoy making him leak. Touching him in the oddest places until his essence would shoot from him, as if testing herself with what could be done. But most of all, she enjoyed reminding him he was no longer a man. Just a plaything. And a pathetic one at that. Beyond that, she enjoyed watching him suck cock or getting fucked in the ass by one.

'Such a cheeky boy,' She said shaking her head as She rewrapped her towel about her chest. It had been months since he had seen those beautiful little breasts. The two perfect little traps he'd fallen into. 'Whatever were you thinking?'

Yes. The desire has never left him. Even though his own prick is a phantom limb to him now, an itch he reaches to scratch yet feel nothing there. Entering Her paradise is a dream he didn't even entertain anymore. Yes sometimes, at night, he'd awake in a dripping puddle of himself, the result of a distant fantasy that can barely understand anymore, as if dreaming in a foreign language. Of being a real man. Of proving himself. Hearing Her moan as he takes Her.

Oh, how long had it been now?

'So, I'll allow you this,' She said with hesitancy, as if She had yet to truly make up Her mind. 'Since you've been such a good little boy. And made so much progress...' She trailed off as if still considering whether to grant him this forbidden wish.

But She said nothing else and left him to marinate in Her offer. Simultaneously simmering and sauteing. Boiling and broiling. Even though he was dripping sweat from the heat of the sauna, he felt a shiver of desire. But he wouldn't dare raise his hopes. He knew it was hopeless, just another game to play with him. For while She was considering whether to allow him, the cage in which She had placed him in, was far less flexible. And how he would answer only to Her. His cage would answer only to the key.

The key that he noticed was now dangling around her wrist. With an exaggerated stretch, She raised her hand high, allowing the towel to unfurl completely.

Unlike other times, She wore nothing underneath.

He sighed hard at the sight of Her. It had been months since She'd freed him. Since he'd been allowed to touch himself. Months since he hadn't finished from being fucked in the ass or from a wet dream or her vibrator rattling his cage. Was She serious? Was She really?

He resisted the urge to fall to his knees before Her. To beg Her for release, both from the cage and his desire. To shower Her in his semen no matter what the cost. Even if she wanted his very balls, such as they were.

The fond memories of the last time were resurrected from deep inside his mind. Of how She had allowed him one last orgasm, allowing him to gaze upon her bare backside as he tugged away with two fingers. It was a condemned prisoner's last meal before execution. Oh, but what a treat it was! A final cigarette before he was marched to the firing squad. One last sunset.

And then came the cage. He had welcomed it with as much bravery as he could, but he remembered as She put the chain around Her neck, it resting between those beautifully petite breasts, he realized how he had surrendered completely.

The first week had been difficult, the second week worse. Yet morale stayed high for he knew She held the key, he could see it every time they met. And She promised the following week, he would be released. That they could take this slower. That She would go easy on him.

But the end of the third week became the end of the fourth week, until at last the devastating news: She had lost it. Misplaced it. Forgotten it somewhere.Oops.

'Oh, it could have been in the laundry,' She had said reassuringly. 'I'm sure it will turn up.'

But it didn't.

'Perhaps it was on the bus,' She had mused next. 'No. Maybe at the office. Or at the gym. Or even here in the sauna. Oh, I'm really not sure anymore! Oh well! It's not like we really need it anyway.'

The teasing never ended. But knowing all too well how far She could push him, She kept hope alive, assuring him She'd order a new key.

And then 'I'll order it tomorrow,' became 'When I get around to it,' became 'Oh, I'm really very busy this week' became 'why does it matter now? Can't you see how small you are?' became 'What's the point? Just forget it. Who would you ever fuck anyway?'

Promise became lie, hope became despair and the memory of an erection faded from his mind. He was a locked boy for life it seemed, cumming only in his dreams or when Her bulls would fuck him, most of the time they were so turned on from making her cum that they finished before he did.

There was Alexandros, Carlos, Robert, and Her Frenchman Jean-Pierre. And those were only the men he knew by name. So many countless others had been one offs, though he couldn't comprehend why. So many of them had made him cum, and so many had cum inside him, all while he would watch as Her fingers would slip into Her perfect panties. Often was the time they would cum together, even though they weren't even physically involved. It was the closest they had ever come to sex. While other times, overcome with sensation, he would simply soak his panties before she did.

And so, he learned to accept his fate. Despite the fact it was not lost on him how much his penis had shrunk since its imprisonment. It went from two inches to an inch, and now, rather hopelessly, was referred to as his clit. All because of this blasted missing key.

And yet now, here it was, the mysterious key had returned! Was it the same one? The original? A copy she had had made? Or a reorder? None of that mattered if it could free him.

Instinctively he reached for it, but it slipped from Her wrist and fell between the sauna banks. Nakedly, wearing only his cage and his tan lines, he dove under the bench and could not find it. Fearing it was some sort of sleight of hand, he nearly lost all hope before he found it had snagged on a loose screw.

Retrieving it, he returned to his mistress and presented Her proudly with the key. She gave his trapped clit an affectionate pat and penetrated the cage with the lock and turned it. He was free! After so long he was free!

As he relished the liberation, he could not help but notice the damage that had been done, pressed in the device, he had expected his penis to seem bigger, but was dismayed to see it did not seem happy. Rather than stretch, it recoiled. He expected to have a penis again, but in this he was again mistaken.

To this Lucia laughed. And measured him with Her little finger.

'What's wrong, little one?' She mused as She measured him. 'Oh, it is smaller now. I wonder can you even get it up anymore? Clits do become erect too after all, don't they, honey?'

The challenge was accepted, and he squeezed his clit as tightly as he could, hoping against hope that blood would flow to it again. That it might remember its original purpose, that now, after so long, he could be a man again. And not just a man, but a man who would finally lose his virginity to a woman, and not only a woman, but the women of his dreams, rather than being a fuck boy toy for Her studs to be shoved away.

But as his little clit attempted to rise to the challenge, he heard nothing but a mocking laugh from Domina as if She was in disbelief that he should even try. And as he looked up, he made his fatal mistake.

She was reclining too provocatively, too invitingly, her smooth legs spread and her waxed pussy yawning for him. It was too much.

'Ughhhhh,' his essence escaped him like it was shot from a water pistol and he shuddered and fell forward, collapsing to his knees as his orgasm pulsed through him, culminating in a quiet, feminine whimper. Above him he heard Her yawn. And before him heard the dull thud of the cage landing on the tile floor.

'That was more than I expected,' She said out of boredom. 'Now clean that up with your tongue and be a good little slave and see to your mistress.'

Without a word of protest, he reached for the cage and locked himself back inside it. A prisoner allowed a few minutes of fresh air. Or in his case, a few seconds of stimulation. Still on his knees, he made his way to Her pussy and began servicing Her with his tongue.

'It seems some of you has landed upon my thigh.'

Without a word, he saw to that as well. And as the taste of himself faded as he tongued her, he contemplated whether some slaves could truly love their chains...

***

James tries to take another deep breath as he approaches the metal detector, but fails yet again. How innocent could he even pretend to be?

And the terms of his service to his mistress were such that he could not say anything except yes to whoever wanted him. But at least he is still allowed to speak. He could sense a growing desire in his mistress to rid him of that ability.

He feels Her prod him from behind. He is moving too slow. He must keep up with the flow of traffic. Until the time comes for him to bring everything to a halt, of course.

The guard waves him through. James swallows hard and takes a step forward.

BUZZZZ!

His heart is pounding.

'You empty your pockets?' The guard asks as if he were stupid.

He nods innocently and reaches into them to prove they are empty.

'All right, this way,' the guard tells him.

He does as he is told, making the mistake of turning back to see her, one last plea for help of any kind, but behind Her big black sunglasses, he is only greeted with a knowing smile. She knows what was about to happen and She gently nudges the woman next to Her, an attractive businesswoman in her early forties, who begins eying him curiously.

'Remove your shirt, please,' the guard yawns.

James complies. He hears a whistle from behind.

Standing in the middle of security where everyone can see him, the guard passes the wand over James, and as it passes over his crotch, he is unsurprised to hear the whirring sound.

'Maybe it's the zipper?' the guard asks. 'Sir, could you please pull your pants down?'

James glance back at the line behind him, a few people have heard this request and are politely trying not to seem too eager to get a look at him without his pants on. Upon seeing Her, he remembers: he cannot say no.

He unzips his pants, revealing the neon pink G-string panties his mistress selected for him, he turns away from the guard and glances back at the line, a few of people already have their phones out.I hope they're only taking pictures,but from the way they remain angled on his now exposed bum, he knows it's video.

'Sir, are you wearing an apparatus on your genitals?' the guard asks loud enough to be heard on the video.

There come a few laughs.

'Yes,' he answers sheepishly. 'I'm sorry, I forgot.'

The guard grumbles, the wand buzzing over his cage and James starts trembling from the slight vibrations it makes on contact.Oh, Oh.If it keeps just a few seconds longer, he'll start leaking, a dark little stain in his panties. But at the very last moment, the guard pulls the wand away and continues it over his waxed backside.

And it whirs again.

'Sir, care to explain?' The guard asks tiredly.

'That would be my plug, sir. It's stainless steel.'

The guard has lost his patience and raises his radio to his mouth.

'I believe we have a code 1417.'

'What is that?' James asks, terrified he'll end up in jail.

The guard says nothing at first, but then gestures for James to follow with a finger.

'Sir, follow me.'

James begins to dress, reaching to pull his pants back up.

'No. No need for that. Come on.'

James hesitates, glancing down the very crowded hall he is about to follow the guard through.