09 Airport Security

I spent the rest of the day between the couch, bed and toilet. I was puking up my guts, but it was partially self-inflicted. I needed to cleanse. My mind was reeling and I was having flashbacks to the night before. Being at home, safe with no one controlling me, telling me to eat their shit or drink their piss was making me feel incredibly strange. The dichotomy of my quiet, suburban life and my horrifying employment was hard to reconcile. In one minute I was enjoying watching a Seinfeld episode, and the next I was imagining lying in a latrine pit completely covered in shit and piss.

That night I slept like a baby. I had vivid dreams about my time with Mrs Woodleigh and Leah that made me sweat. I started to imagine what my next job would be and I tossed and turned all night. I woke up not feeling very rested.

I drove in to work looking forward to seeing Miss Penny and the girls. I was also busting for a shit so I thought I would save it for John.

When I got to the office, it was quiet, just like any normal Monday. Miss Penny was on the phone and she waved to me with a smile. I went straight into the toilet and said hello to John. "Hey John, are you ready for a big one?"

"Lay it on me, Fart!" said John.

I sat down and wiggled my bum in his face. I now knew the view he was getting and it made me have a completely new appreciation for his services. Then I thought maybe one day I would like my job as much as he did... and then I laughed to myself.

Then I pushed and I uncoiled a rope that could have moored the Titanic. I got up and looked down at John. He looked completely ridiculous and the room started to stink, be then he started chomping away and slurping up the pissy shit mixture. "Bon appétit, monsieur!" I said, trying to sound sophisticated.

He couldn't respond, but I knew he was happy. I decided to let him eat his breakfast in peace.

I walked out and saw Gape coming over towards me. "So how was it babe?" she asked with a smile. "Was Mrs Woodleigh nice to you?"

"Wellllll... sure, in a way I guess she was."

"She can be a bit of a challenge from memory. Glad you got through it!"

Just then, Miss Penny came over and put her hand on my shoulder. "I'm very proud of you, my dear. Just got off the phone with Mrs. Woodleigh. She said she would like to see you back at her place in 6 weeks for a joint session with Gape. You must have made an impression!"

I blushed. I couldn't help but feel a little proud of doing my job so well.

"The good news is we have another job lined up for you both this weekend. It's in New York. This one will be a challenge. You'll need to fly up on Wednesday morning. Does that work for you?" Penny asked out of courtesy.

"Awesome, this will be fun!" said Gape.

"Yes, of course!" I said. Wait, so if this one will be a challenge, then what should I call Mrs Woodleigh? "Any other information at this point?"

"Yes. You'll be working in the JNP Building. There's a group of executives that have hired you both and a few others for a celebration. They've asked for plumbing services, bondage and public humiliation. I told them that you would be happy to help with all 3," she said smiling.

"Gape, can you go with Fart to the wardrobe and pick out any equipment you think you will need?"

"Absolutely," she said.

We went to the wardrobe and started to look around. Gape was clearly excited. "Sometimes I can't believe we get paid for this!" she said.

"Me too. I wonder what public humiliation means?" I asked.

"Well, there are degrees. On the tame side, imagine walking down a street with those beautiful tits of yours hanging out for all to see," said Gape.

"Oh, sure, I could do that," I said with some confidence.

"And on the riskier side, imagine being naked, tied up with your ankles bound behind your head, and a huge plug protruding from your ass. And in your mouth is a gag attached to a funnel so anyone can walk up and take a piss into your mouth," she said more seriously.

"... how... how did you just come up with that? Has that ever happened?" I asked.

"God no. My mind is a perverted place, Fart. That would never happen, I'm sure," she said. "But you never know! Now let's pick some butt plugs, just in case!" she said grinning, holding up a plug the size of her forearm.

Gape and I picked out what we needed, including the toilet box, a collection of ropes and other restraints, and plenty of 'insertables', as Gape calls them.

Going through the wardrobe made me more nervous. This was all becoming more and more normalized and that's what scared me most. I'm utterly disgusted with what I'd become, but I don't see how I could quit now. I've got rent to pay and a lifestyle I'd only dreamed of.

I became very good at compartmentalising and I would go long stretches in my day completely forgetting what it was I did for a living and how I was able to afford my lifestyle. Sometimes when I would remember that I was always on call for any sexual service a client could request, I would get sick to my stomach.

I spent the next 2 days getting myself pampered and trying to forget about my upcoming obligation. I went out to a bar on the second night and met a really nice guy. He brought me back to his place and we had really great sex. No piss drinking, no shit eating, no double fisting, just kissing and cuddling. It was gorgeous, but if I'm being honest, it was a bit boring! Anyway, it was good to feel grounded and find that I haven't lost a sense of what normal is.

On my way home I called my friend, Julie, to see if she would like to meet for lunch. I hadn't seen her in years and she would be a nice distraction. Now that I had my life together, I was also secretly looking forward to her reaction to hearing that I had my life on track, even if it was a total lie. I arranged to meet up with her on Wednesday for lunch. We weren't due at the JNP building until 4.

On Tuesday night Gape called me to see if I was ready. She said she had always wanted to try flying with a butt plug, and that it would be good practice for the upcoming public humiliation. She told me she was going to wear a cute jeweled stainless steel plug to see what would happen with the metal detectors. She asked if I wanted to, but I wasn't interested. I had a feeling my ass would get a workout soon enough.

On Wednesday we showed up at the airport with all our luggage, which was much more than you might expect for a 2 night stay. We checked our bags and 2 large cases and made our way towards security. Gape gave me a wicked smile. She started to push her trolley and the way she was walking looked as if she had shit herself. Or, she had a massive plug stuck up her ass. I knew which it was.

"Are you seriously wearing it? What if you get caught?" I asked.

"It took me all morning to get it in. It's huge!" she said, motioning with her hands to describe its size. "Besides, they'll have to get it out of me if they don't want me to fly with it! We'll see just how far they're willing to go."

Gape insisted on going through security first so I could watch. She put her phone and bag in the tray and it went through the machine. The conveyor belt then stopped and the security guards asked his colleagues to come look at the screen. They were smiling.

Gape looked back at me and said "oh, I guess they found my carry on toys!"

Gape was then waved to go through the metal detector so she waddled on through. It went off immediately, and Gape was playing up the surprised reaction beautifully. I know not everything is about me, but I had the sense she was doing this just to embarrass me.

They scanned her with the metal detector wand and it went bezerk around her pelvis.

"Ma'am, do you have any metal objects on you?"

"Uh, not on me. I have a metal butt plug inside me," she said quite seriously.

"Sorry ma'am, all metal objects must... uh, did you just say you're wearing a butt plug? Inside you?"

"Yes, that's right. I work in the porn industry and I'm in training for a movie I will be shooting soon. Why, is there a problem?" she said.

"Honestly ma'am, I'm not sure. Here, please step aside and follow Mel. I assume this is your bag?" the man said, handing the bag of insertables back to Gape.

"Yes, thank you sir," she smiled confidently.

"Are you travelling with anyone today?" asked the security guard.

"Yes, her," she said, pointing at me. For some reason I went completely red in the face. Why should I be embarrassed at that moment?

By this time others around us had started staring. Gape was shuffling around and clearly had something massive in her ass. Her bag was opened and a huge purple dildo flopped out onto the floor and some started laughing at her.

As we were being led out of the line, someone from the crowd shouted "oi, what do ya got in yer trunk, baby?"

Gape turned to look for the man and locked eyes. The man was stunned and just stared at her. Then she dropped her keys and smiled. She bent over to pick them up and she wasn't wearing any underwear. Everyone could see a massive ruby red gemstone embedded in a stainless steel plate, which was clearly the base of a gigantic plug. The gemstone must have been the size of a grapefruit. Everyone gasped, no one was laughing anymore. Luckily none of the security guards saw or seemed to notice. She was then led away and I was asked to follow. Lots of men in line started whooping and clapping. The shame and embarrassment was settling in and I wondered what Gape had planned next.

We were lead into an interrogation room. They even had rings on the table to fix handcuffs to. I did not find this situation amusing, but there was no getting out of it now. We waited there for a few minutes in silence. "Don't say anything, I'll do the talking. Don't worry, Fart."

The lady security guard came back. "Ma'am, I've checked the regulations and I'm shocked to learn that it is not illegal to fly with sexual toys. You may keep it with you, but I will need to see the toy before I can let you onboard the aircraft to ensure it's not dangerous to any other passengers."

I could tell this lady, while she took her job seriously, was enjoying our predicament.

"I'll need you to pull it out to show it to me," she said as she was donning gloves and a face mask.

"It's ok ma'am, my friend here can help me with this part." Gape looked at me with a smile and said "Fart, would you mind?"

I gulped. She bent over and stuck out her ass. The security guard nearly fell over. "Ma'am, are you ok? Do you need medical assistance?" Mel asked Gape.

"I'm fine. Fart knows what to do," said Gape. I wish she would stop calling me 'Fart'!

The security guard offered me some gloves, which was considerate. I put them on to make her feel a bit more at ease.

I then grabbed hold of both sides, and it was very slippery. She would have used a lot of lube. I pulled and Gape moaned. I wiggled and she pushed. After about 3 minutes of back and forth, it popped out and Gape fell onto the floor with a thud. It was so big it had to be seen to be believed, and it was covered in brown streaks and lube. And right then I knew what I was going to be asked to do, and my heart sank.

The security guard nearly passed out from shock. She tried to regain her composure. "Ma'am, you will have to leave that here. I'll get a bag and you clean yourself..."

"No, no. Don't be silly." Here it comes. "Fart will oblige, won't you, Fart?" she said, looking down at me. "Fart is a bit shy, but she works with me and is quite used to this sort of thing, isn't that right Fart?"

I gulped. So this is what public humiliation feels like. I was completely mortified. I desperately wanted to say no, but I couldn't. I put myself in this situation and if I protested I worried that it might get back to Penny. Gape is a good friend, but I had to keep her thinking that I could do this job, so I really didn't see any other option.

"Yes, of course. Here, let me see that," I said, picking up the giant plug. I looked at it from all angles and picked a good, meaty spot to start. I was about to make this woman puke, and I felt terrible about that. I lifted it up and started to polish it with my tongue, focussing on the brown streak and lube.

"Miss, please! Don't do that! That's disgusting! I'll need to get my supervisor in here."

"No need, she's almost done. We need to catch our flight!" said Gape. It was an empty threat. This woman was starting to become transfixed with me and my depravity.

I could sense the embarrassment Mel was feeling. My mouth was coated with Gape's shit and it tasted awful today. I don't know what she ate, but I wanted to throw up. I gagged a few times, but managed to keep Gape's shit in my tummy.

"Please stop! I can't watch this any more. I don't understand why you would... that can't be." Her brain wasn't coping and the room smelled like a hot outhouse on a farm.

"I think I'm going to be sick," said Mel. She reached for the waste paper basket and vomited.

Gape wanted to push this lady even further, at my expense. I knew what was coming next.

"Fart, dear. I need to push it back in, but could you clean me up a bit first?"

I calmed myself and prepared for my next task. "Of course ma'am," I said as I grabbed both ass cheeks and dove my face into her huge gaping asshole. I swirled my tongue around the rim, which was now swollen and pulsating. Then I pressed my lips inside her rim to make a tight seal and started sucking furiously. I extracted a good amount of shit and lube, which I'm sure Gape appreciated. She needed all the space in her rectum she could manage.

Mel looked up at us while she was recovering from her latest purge. Mel's mouth was almost as wide open as Gape's asshole. "Ladies, you have to leave! Urrrhhhhhpphhhhh..." Mel was vomiting again.

I checked my watch and knew that we needed to get out of here or we would be in real trouble. "Oh no, our flight leaves in 10 minutes!" I said.

"Alright, we can make it. Put it on the table and I'll sit on it," Gape said. I placed it on the table and it was clean and glistening with my saliva. Gape positioned the plug to enter her ass and she lifted her legs off the ground so her full weight was on the plug. She let out a guttural groan "aaaaahhhhhhhhhhrrrgghhhhhh!" and in it went. She grabbed my arm to steady herself and let out a loud scream: "OOOOWWWWWWWWWCH!!!"

"Just go. Here, take your bag and go! You're both disgusting, horrible people!" she said. For some reason that really hurt my feelings. Until now I didn't think that my actions had any consequence for anyone else, but that's no longer true. I felt terrible, like I deserved to be shat on.

With her plug back in place, we were ushered out and Gape was trying her best to run but it wasn't much use. Her hips were splayed like a woman 10 months pregnant. Mel opened a side door and pushed us out into the airport concourse.

We made it to the gate just in time and gave the stewardess our tickets. I had cleaned myself up very well at least so only someone standing next to us would notice any smell.

We found our seats, and Gape sat down as carefully as she could. There were a few people staring at us because they could probably smell shit around us but we didn't care. I was just so glad to be out of there and I immediately tried to forget what had just happened. A stewardess walked by and handed us both some champagne, which I thought would help. But I was wrong.

"To butt plugs!" said Gape much too loudly. Fuck it! "To butt plugs!" I replied, and leaned in for a surprise kiss.