I think Mistress was feeling sorry for me, because I was a little under the weather.
And thank goodness for her merciful beneficence.
I had a mid-afternoon appointment at our local City Hall. But what I was unprepared for was that the Mayor, out of some fit of paranoia, had instituted a new security screening system, complete with some rent-a-cops doing the TSA thing. They not only had a walk through metal detector turned up very high, but some guy with a wand which kept clicking as he passed it down my right leg, where there was no apparent metal.
"Do you have some metal in your leg, sir?""Hmmmm.... not that I know of...."
"Do you mind if I run your hand up your thigh here...."
"Go for it."
One can only imagine what would have happened if I had my hard steel cock cage on. Alarms sounding! Real cops called! And if I had retreated once I noticed the metal detector, would that have set off alarms too?
I suppose I could have just gutted my way through it, offering to "drop trou..." and demonstrate that I was not the 2nd coming of the infamous underwear bomber. Now that would have given the rent-a-cops on duty something to talk about.So it was very good luck that I had been a "free range" slave for the day.
And I had a special treat after my run in with security at City Hall. Mistress stopped by after her own downtown appointment for some late afternoon worship. It had been a while since I had a chance to take a break from office drudgery and lavish Mistress's clean shaven folds with my avid lips and tongue. And although tights season is now over, much to my own disappointment, it does make it easier for Mistress simply to slide off her black undies and spread her legs for the attention she deserves.
Yum.
Much as I love reading tales like this, they also always make me glad that I work in a home office and rarely ever see a client face to face!
ReplyDeleteSome safety tips for the staff of UCTMW from a concerned reader.
ReplyDeleteIn the world of crazy people that would rather blow themselves up than admit that they want to attend the WC class on Anal sex, you have to limit your exposure to the Vanilla population trying to get through the day without a face to face meeting with their maker. That said, there are a couple of safety tips that need to be followed to ensure that the next cage you find yourself in is not at the police station.
Be aware that most public places ranging from government buildings, schools, sport venues, transportation hubs and paranoid homeowners are now augmenting their metal detectors with agents from the TSA (Testicle Search Agency) UCTMW staff trying to protect themselves from unwanted stroking and fondling by wearing steel cages should know that they are looking specifically for the those rockets in your pockets. There is no escaping the cold hands of big brother.
Don't think for one minute that the members of the fairer sex are exempt from the TSA (Touch Some Ass). Those hot sweaty palms are groping their way into your lives whether you like it or not. Just when you thought it was safe to pull out those traffic stopping mini-skirts and cross the street where ever you please, the long arm of the law will be there to "cop a feel."
Best advice is to obey your Master/Mistress and earn the trust needed to walk in public without wearing protection devices or traffic stopping clothes. Save your bail bond money, it will.
That does sound like a better plan. There's nothing worse than a pop up security check.
DeleteMick
A "backup" plastic cage is a simple solution to this problem.
ReplyDeletesissy terri
A loving Mistress indeed, to free you on a day such as that! I have not caged Bear yet, but when I do, I know I should be mindful of certain instances that would go beyond just embarrassment and turn into something possibly much worse.
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