sabis
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Joined: 6/29/2005 From: Midwest, USA Status: offline
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true story, occured prior to 9/11, in the summer of 2000, Raleigh, NC. when Master and i were existing in the hell that's a long distance relationship, we would alternate visits every other weekend. Sometimes i'd fly up to meet Him, sometimes He'd drive the 8 hours down to see me. one particular visit, as i left, He was also flying out on a business trip. We coordinated our exiting flights, but arrived late at the airport due to one last quickie. The bag i normally checked - our play bag - had to be carried on. It contained rope, candles, clothespins, a chain collar, binder clips, nipple clamps, rope, quick-grips, 2 regular dildos in a beautiful Mulatto color, 2 vibrators, and a massive Black 'BAM' reproduction phallus that was longer and thicker than my arm. i was sweating as i put it on the conveyor belt. Sure enough, the security guard, a slender, reserved-looking, African American man in his late 50s/early 60s pulled my bag off the conveyor. He gestured for me to approach, and said, "Ma'am, I need to open your bag." Blushing crimson, i leaned over and whispered in a stammer, "Sir, I know you saw some wierd things in the x-ray ... but i swear to you on everything holy ... those are sex toys. There's nothing dangerous in that bag... they are sex toys. I swear." (Okay, not dangerous to anyone on the plane...) His hands froze in place, and i could see him taking mental stock of the shapes and sizes and outlines he'd seen.... He blinked. Straightened up slowly, and pushed the bag towards me. "Thank you, ma'am. Have a good flight." Master, of course, was beside Himself trying not to laugh at my humiliation and embarassment.... ~ sabis
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