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.
