A Vacation Ch. 02

I take the bus to the airport, the duffel bag on the seat beside me. The cage presses against the fabric of the pants with every bump in the road.

Halfway there my phone beeps. I get a message from Mistress.

"Puppy, message me when you get your boarding pass. And watch your pockets on the bus."

I type back quickly.

"Yes, Mistress."

At the airport I join the long economy line. When I finally reach the counter I hand over the passport, check in the duffel, and receive my boarding pass: middle seat, last row, just as I booked it.

I step aside and send her a message.

"I have my boarding pass, Mistress."

Then I wait.

Several minutes go by. I keep glancing at the phone, but it stays silent. People move around me toward security and the shops. I stay where I am.

Finally the phone beeps. I look down so quickly that I nearly fumble it.

She sends the name of the restaurant. I read the message twice, put the phone away, and start looking for the signs.

I find the restaurant and stop a short distance away. They are already seated, eating and talking easily. There is an empty chair at their table, but I don't take it. I just stand by a pillar where they can see me if they look up.

The smell of their food reaches me where I stand, and I realize how hungry I am.

Mistress looks at me once, just long enough to acknowledge that I'm there, then turns back to Mike. They take their time finishing the meal. I stay by the pillar, only looking at her occasionally when I think she might give a signal.

After a while I notice movement at their table. They finish eating and gather their things. Mistress glances at me and gives a small gesture toward the men's washroom. Mike stands and walks in that direction. I follow him in.

Inside, he points to an empty stall. I step in and he follows, closing the door and sliding the latch shut behind us.

"Strip."

His voice is low but clear enough that I'm afraid someone outside the stall might catch the words. I look at him for a second, hoping I've misheard. He doesn't repeat himself. He simply raises his eyebrows slightly and waits. The last thing I want is an escalation here, so I start undressing.

I take everything off and hang it on the hook on the door. When I'm done I stand naked in front of him, the cage on full display. For a moment I almost cover myself with my hands, then force them back to my sides.

"Inspect position."

I hesitate half a second, then spread my legs and place my hands behind my head, eyes forward.

He lowers the toilet lid and sits down, then takes the key to my cage out of his pocket. He looks up at me.

"Can't have you beeping at security, can we?"

"No, Sir."

He smiles, unlocks the cage, and slides it off. Then he carefully removes the ring. He stands, puts the cage and ring in his pocket.

"Be on the other side in ten minutes," he says quietly.

"Yes, Sir."

He unlatches the door and steps out.

I pull the door shut in a hurry, worried someone might walk past and see me naked.

I get dressed as quickly as I can and step out of the stall. They are already gone. I head to security and go through the scanners.

Once I clear the security check, I go to the duty free section and find them there at a shop. Mistress looks in my direction for a second, then turns back to browsing with Mike. I stay a short distance away and wait.

After a few minutes they finish and walk out of the shop. This time Mike gives a small gesture toward the men's washroom and starts walking. I follow.

Inside, he chooses an empty stall and steps in. I glance around quickly to make sure no one is watching, then follow him, close the door, and lock the latch.

"Strip."

This time I start undressing immediately. I hang everything on the hook and, without waiting for the order, spread my legs, place my hands behind my head, and look straight ahead.

Mike looks at me. For a second it seems like he's about to say something along the lines of a "good boy" or "good puppy" but stops himself. Instead a wide smile spreads across his face.

The smile makes me realize what I've just done. I hadn't noticed how quickly and completely I had submitted to him until I saw it reflected in his expression. Heat floods my face.

My cock begins to harden in front of him. I blush even deeper and flinch slightly, trying to turn or shift enough to hide it, but there's nowhere to go. It's fully on display.

"Stay still."

His smile widens a little more as he says it, clearly pleased.

I freeze and stare at the back of the stall door, at a scratch in the paint, anywhere but at him.

Mike puts the base ring on first. When he tries to fit the chastity tube into place, he struggles because of my involuntary erection.

I wish the floor would open up beneath me and swallow me whole.

At least Mike isn't making a big deal out of it. He remains calm, as if nothing unusual has happened. Somehow, that only makes me more conscious of my own embarrassment.

Finally he gets the tube on. The lock clicks shut, and he pockets the key.

He stands and looks at me for a moment, a faint, approving smile on his face, the way you'd smile at a dog that had finally learned to sit.

"Good," he says quietly, and steps out.

I pull the door shut and lean against it, my heart pounding.

After a while, once my heart slows, I get dressed and make my way to the gate.

When I reach the gate, I find myself scanning the waiting area for them, even though I'm sure they're in the first class lounge. Of course, they're nowhere to be seen.

I find an empty seat near the gate, facing the lounge entrance, and settle down, my thoughts drifting to the first class lounge. I wonder what they're doing in there, what they're eating, what they're drinking. The thought of food makes my stomach remind me again.

I think of getting something to eat, but the thought quickly fades. I can't simply buy something whenever I feel like it. Every expense requires Mistress's approval.

I hesitate before messaging her. I don't want to disturb her while she's enjoying herself with Mike. I sit with the phone in my hand for a while before finally opening the text screen. I type a message, read it over, delete it and rewrite it, making the wording a little more polite each time.

When I finally settle on a message, I work up the nerve to send it. The moment I press send, I put the phone face down on my knee, as though hiding it might somehow protect me from whatever response comes.

I wait for her reply. I know my phone will beep the moment she replies, yet I find myself taking it out and checking the screen every few seconds. Each time, there's nothing.

A few minutes later, my phone finally beeps.

I pull it out almost immediately and open the message, my eyes going straight to her reply.

"No."

My jaw nearly drops. After all that thought I'd put into wording my request, her response is just one word, a blunt refusal.

I wonder for a while if I should try again. I'm genuinely hungry. Surely I can explain that to her? I begin composing a reply in my head, then think of a better way to put it, then another. But no matter how I phrase it, I know I'm unlikely to change her mind.

As I imagine myself pleading with her again and again, only to be refused each time, I feel myself getting aroused. I drop the arguments I'd been rehearsing and type a much simpler response.

"As you wish, Mistress."

With some time still left before our flight, I resign myself to waiting, with an empty stomach and nothing to do.

I start imagining Mike telling her about what happened in the bathroom, and how Mistress might have reacted. I feel my face burn.

I have no way of knowing what they might have discussed about me, and there's nothing I can do about it. It's not as if I can deny what happened, anyway.

Some time later, the phone beeps.

"Drink some water, puppy."

I smile in spite of myself. Then I find a fountain near the gate and drink until my stomach stops complaining.

I type "Thank you, Mistress."

Back in my seat, I find myself returning to the bathroom, to the question of why I obeyed him so quickly.

When Mistress and I first started this dynamic, I made it clear that my submission was to her, not to her bulls. I would serve them at her command, but I would never obey them on their own authority. The first time I went to the washroom with Mike, I was only following Mistress's orders. She had gestured toward the washroom, and I understood that I was to obey him. But the second time was different.

He hadn't even had to say 'Inspect position', and yet I was already in it, without a moment's hesitation. Why had I been so willing the second time?

I'm still lost in my thoughts, questioning my own reactions, when I notice them coming out of the lounge, holding hands. That's when I realize boarding has started. They're calling first class.

They walk past me, and Mistress gives me a mischievous smile. That smile tells me they must have discussed the bathroom incident in detail. This realization makes it difficult for me to look Mistress in the eyes, so I lower my gaze. As they walk away, I hear her laugh softly.

I turn back and watch them disappear into the boarding tunnel. Then I sit back down, my stomach still empty, and wait. When they finally start boarding economy, I join the long queue. Unlike them, I don't get to walk straight in.