As per her instructions, I sent her a photo of me wearing the chastity cage. The work week was difficult. I was so excited, yet nervous about meeting her. I wasn't able to get an erection because she had the key to my cock, or hopefully it arrived in the mail to her. I had to avoid being naked around my wife, but that wasn't too big of a deal. My flight to San Diego was set for Friday.
Friday morning when I was parking at O'Hare, I received another text. Mistress A informed me that our beach house wouldn't be ready until Monday. She was headed north and would meet me at the San Diego airport that afternoon.
My heart started racing. This was becoming a reality.
I checked my baggage, went through security and noticed a few smirks as a few dildos appeared in my bags through the xray machine.
Being a chronic masterbater, I normally rub one out in the bathroom on flights. This was not an option, which made the flight seem even longer.
The flight landed, I retrieved my bags, and headed towards transportation. From a distance I saw a beautiful woman wearing tights, red high heels and a loose fitting t-shirt. She had a big smile, long brown hair and a sign that read, "Bitchboy Bobby."
My cock tried with so much effort to get hard. It was useless. My heart sank, I gave her a big smile and walked towards her.
"Mistress Alana, I presume"
"You are cuter than I expected. We're going to have some fun."
I smiled.
"I've been on my feet for too long. Let's have a seat over there."
We sat on some comfy benches in the airport lobby. She put her foot on my lap and looked me in the eyes.
I removed her sexy high heel, revealing her soft, delicate, well cared for foot. I rubbed the bottom of her foot, giving her a deep massage. Then the other foot. She was so easy to look at. She took her two feet together and pinched my caged cock. Her toe nails were painted red. Her feet were wonderful.
"Good. I see you are still under my control. I'm sure you know that the mail system in Mexico is a disaster. That's why I had you mail the key to my friend here in San Diego. She confirmed that she received it. We can stop by her work place tonight. Let's go check into our hotel room."
Our room. It sounded so nice.
When we picked up a rental car, Mistress A asked them to upgrade us to a mini van instead of a sedan. I obliged and we drove to our hotel. It was a 4 star hotel, clean nice and good service.