"Ding!"
The flight attendant spoke over the PA system "Ladies and Gentleman, the use of cellular telephones is now permitted, but you are reminded to remain seated until the aircraft has come to a complete stop and the captain turns off the fasten seatbelt sign."
Adam fished into his pocket for his phone and waited anxiously for it to boot up. This business trip had come up on short notice and he had been away for too long. It had been a month since he last saw Mistress Katie, where he learned that masturbation was unacceptable to the ladies. A fact that his wife had also painfully reminded him of. He couldn't wait to get home and discover what Mistress Kristen had in store for him. More importantly, he yearned for release that had been denied him over the past ten days. Mistress Kristen informed him that instructions would be waiting for him when he landed. He flicked through his texts until he found hers.
"Slave, get your ass through security as fast as you can. I will be waiting for you. Mistress Kristen"
The plane taxied for what seemed like forever. Adam watched the minutes tick by, his cock already swelling at the prospect of serving Mistress tonight. Adam grabbed his bag and impatiently waited for the passengers in front of him. He pictured her outfit from last time- the stockings and heels that drove him crazy.
After almost sprinting through the terminal, he reached security and blew threw the turnstile that prevents bad guys from entering the exit. He saw her standing there waiting on him. He froze at the sight of her. His eyes first found her boots- black leather calf boots with 4 inch stiletto heels. He recognized them from his interrogation session with Mistress Katie. She wore black hose that Adam immediately knew (or hoped) were stockings, although the tops were hidden by her black leather skirt. She wore a bright red blouse that matched her full lips. He heard her heels above the din of the crowd as she walked towards him.
In those boots, she was taller than he was. She grabbed his tie close to the neck and pulled him close and invaded his mouth with her tongue. Adam felt his bulge pressing into her. "Go to the rest room and put this on!" she harshly commanded as she handed him a small gift bag. He started to peek insi- "Now!" she punctuated.
Adam scurried off to the restroom and grabbed the first available stall. Inside the bag, he found a cage along with 2 leather straps with luggage locks attached. A picture was included to aid him. He fastened as shown in the picture, with a strap around his cock and balls, one around his cock only, and the cage locked to both of them. It was a struggle getting flaccid enough to fit into the cage. Secure and locked away, he returned to his Mistress. A quick rap on his dick convinced her that he was compliant.
She led him to his car and climbed in the passenger seat. "I'm hungry, drive," She commanded. Crestfallen, Adam pulled into the parking lot of a generic restaurant, where they were seated in a typical booth. He watched their server get a good eyeful of his wife and bristled at the fact that he was here, and not tied to the bed.
"What'll you folks have?", the server asked.
Kristen took her time ordering. And pawing at Adam with her boots. Alternating loving strokes, pokes with her heels, and nice taps against his cock cage. When the meal was finally over, Adam drove them both home. On the way home she produced a leather leash. She unzipped his fly and started pawing at his caged cock, already straining against the steel cage. She attached the leash to the cock cage as he pulled into the garage. She pulled him out of the car and dragged him by the cock leash up to the bedroom.
"Strip," she commanded, "I want everything off except your new cage."
"Yes Ma'am" was the answer as he quickly disrobed. By now, his cock felt like it was going to burst out of the steel cage.
"Mmmmm, looks like he's not quite ready for me."
Adam's heart sank and he began to plead. She removed her blouse before crawling up onto the bed. She was wearing a new black leather bra that pushed her tits up. Adam's cock ached at being restrained by the cold steel.
Mistress Kristen lay on her back and seductively rubbed her hands all over her boots. She caressed her stockings before pushing her skirt up to show Adam the pussy that he had missed so much. His eyes locked on the glistening shaven lips. "Awww, you missed this, didn't you?" Kristen taunted.
