Jason's Devotion
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
Chapter 5
The following evening, I nervously watched the clock tick. It was
already 11pm and I was supposed to meet Mistress Katya at midnight at a
pre-arranged destination. It was at the airport which was about an hour
away. It meant that I had to leave immediately, lest I anger my
Mistress with my tardiness.
I parked my car in the short-term parking lot and at 11:40PM, I made my
way to Terminal B. I was instructed in an e-mail to be in front of the
Ladies restroom nearest to Gate B15 at midnight. I arrived with ten
minutes to spare and waited. I tried to act inconspicuously and
pretended to wait, which wasn't hard to do.
I waited until 12:25, when Katya finally arrived and nonchalantly
walked into the restroom. As per e-mail instructions, I discreetly
followed her in. I joined her in the far stall and wordlessly stripped
off all my clothes. Katya silently watched, her lips curling into a
slight smirk. She wore a pair of jeans, a pullover black sweater, and
charcoal gray mules. Her arms were folded and she impatiently tapped
her right foot.
Katya quickly put my clothes into her shoulder bag and removed a four
foot length of chain and two combination padlocks. I didn't know what
to expect next.
"On your knees, Jason...and spread your legs."
I obliged and Katya snugly wrapped the chain around my scrotum and
locked it on with one of the padlocks. She wrapped the other end around
the base of the toilet bowl and likewise locked it on with the other
padlock.
"Go ahead, sweet Jason. Try to stand."
I attempted to get up off my knees, but could not. There just wasn't
enough slack and my testicles were pulled sharply downward causing me
to hiss through my teeth.
"Put your hands together behind your back, my jellybean."
Katya locked a pair of handcuffs on me and stepped back to get
something out of her handbag. It was an 8" by 10" piece of white
looseleaf paper and a roll of clear tape. She placed the paper against
the inside wall of the stall and, with a thick red magic marker, she
wrote the words "OUT OF ORDER." Taping it on the outside of the stall's
door, she looked back down at me.
"Sweet Jason, you have a very difficult night ahead of you. I have to
catch a 7am flight to New York for that trade show that I told you
about, so I don't have to be back here for another six hours. Consider
this your final test of devotion to me.
Suddenly she walked away into the stall next door. I heard some
rustling noises and within two minutes, Katya returned with a gift.
"Here are my panties to keep you company, my jellybean. Try not to
attract attention."
I stared at my Mistress with glassy eyes. I couldn't believe she would
do this to me in public -- in a women's bathroom no less!
She wadded the panties up into a ball and stuffed it into my mouth. She
then wrapped silver duct tape over my lips and wrapped it several times
around my head, before finally cutting it off from the roll and
smoothing it down over my face.
Katya picked up her bag and I watched the sweet curves of her ass as
she walked out of the stall and closed the door behind her. On my
knees, I stared at her shoes. Almost magically, her face appeared in
the twelve inch gap between the door and the floor. Our eyes met, and
she frowned at me.
"If I were you, my jellybean, I would try to become invisible, if you
know what I mean."
I was puzzled as I heard her heels click along the tile floor until she
was gone. I shivered in the cool bathroom for about a minute, digesting
her last words and my current dangerous predicament. I tried to peak
under the door when it hit me. My feet! They could see my feet! I put
the toilet lid down and carefully climbed on top. Luckily, there was
enough slack for me to kneel down. It was uncomfortable, and my
testicles were drawn awkwardly back, but I was successful in
"disappearing."
As I kneeled there, I contemplated being caught. What would I say if
someone found me. I went in there willingly, so I was indeed breaking
the law. I was naked -- lewdly naked -- in a public Ladies Room. Was
this considered a "sex" crime? Oh my god! If I was caught, I would be
utterly destroyed, let alone mortified. There I was, nude, kneeling on
a toilet in an airport women's room with a pair of panties in my mouth,
my hands cuffed behind me, and my balls chained.
Although the room was as cold as a refrigerator, I started to perspire.
The terminal was fairly empty when I arrived, but that would soon
change at daybreak. An hour passed until I heard a visitor enter. I
shut my eyes as the click-clack of high heels got louder and louder. I
heard a yawn and then a faucet running. It sounded like someone was
brushing their teeth. After about ten minutes of freshening up, I hear
her walk over to one of the stalls. I held my breath even as my thighs
started to cramp. I hear a light tinkling as the visitor relieved her
bladder. She flushed the toilet, then I heard a faucet run again. Soon
the door opened and she was gone. I exhaled sharply and felt the
tension drain from my body.
This process was repeated several times throughout that late
evening/early morning. At approximately 4am, I heard giggling as two
young women entered the bathroom. They sounded like they had just come
from the airport bar. They were drunk, loud, and carrying on like
sailors on leave. One of them turned on the faucet and splashed the
other with water. When they started to slam the stall doors, I got VERY
nervous. They chased each other throughout the bathroom, slamming the
stall doors louder each time. When they finally got to my door, I
froze. It opened, then slammed shut. More giggling, then it happened
again. There was a pause of total silence.
"Heather, I know I just had four margaritas, but I think there's a man
in there," the brunette said.
"What did you say, Stacy?" the blonde replied.
"A man...a real-live man!"
I looked down at the floor, then slowly raised my eyes as the door
slowly opened.
"Oh my God, Stacy. You're right. Hey mister, what happened? Were you
robbed or something?"
The blonde began to unravel the tape from my face as I averted my gaze
from the brunette, who had a small smile on her face.
"I doubt it Heather. His cock is wearing a Hannibal Lecter mask and
it's leaking like he's on the rag."
Heather pulled Katya's panties from my mouth and I cleared my throat.
Although this particular punishment was a surprise to me, I did know
what to say from Katya's detailed e-mail instructions. She told me how
to answer any and all question that night.
"I'm Goddess Katya's pet and I'm being punished for overcooking last
night's dinner."
That's all I was allowed to say.
"Who the hell is Goddess Katya?" Stacy responded with slurred speech,
slightly annoyed.
"I'm Goddess Katya's pet and I'm being punished for overcooking last
night's dinner."
"When will she release you?" Heather chimed in.
"I'm Goddess Katya's pet and I'm being punished for overcooking last
night's dinner."
"This is going nowhere fast," Stacy said. "I say we have some fun with
him."
"Is he like one of those guys from 'East of Eden?'" Heather asked.
"You mean 'Exit to Eden.' Yeah, he's a male wimp." Stacy answered. "I
wonder how long he's been here."
"Maybe we ought to re-gag him."
"Well, his Mistress left a roll of tape here on the floor. I got an
idea," Stacy said. "Get a couple of fresh pairs of socks out of our
bag. I've got just the ticket."
Stacy started to remove her tennis shoes and roughly shoved her pink
cotton socks into my mouth.
"Heather, take off you socks. There's still some more room in the
little slaveboy's mouth."
The blonde handed her lavender socks to her college roommate.
"Damn! Only one fits. A-ha! I got an idea."
Stacy pulled her friend's other lavender sock down the length of my
birdcage until the leaky head of my cock stained the fabric. I felt her
soft, feminine touch through the metal prison and nearly shot my load.
I moaned.
"I think you're turning the poor fucker on, Stacy. I think he likes
you," the blonde giggled.
"I don't think he'll like me after I do this to him."
Stacy pulled my handcuffs back until my shoulder blades were pointing
toward the floor. This put tremendous pressure on my back as the young
brunette pulled a clip from her hair and attached the handcuff chain to
the chain leading away from my scrotum. I was bowed backwards until
someone released me from this painful position. My knees had been
carrying my full body weight for nearly five hours, pressing against
the porcelain lid. I was in agony as I chewed on the college vixens'
socks.
"Buh-bye honey. I hope Katya doesn't forget about you," Heather said as
she left the restroom.
"Slavey-wavey, you're in a big ole heap a trouble. I wouldn't wanna be
in yer shoes. Adios, muchacho," Stacy sneered as she left me.
I held back my tears, and my position, for a full hour. At
approximately 6am, I heard a familiar voice.
"GOOD MORNING, MY PET! My, my...what have we here? I don't
remember doing THAT to you. You must tell me all about it one of these days,
Jason my sweet."
It was her. It was my goddess. It was my wonderful Katya. I never felt
such joy...or such shame, for burning her dinner.
"Hmmmm...Ya know what? I think I'll keep you. Whaddya think, my
jellybean?"
I couldn't answer, obviously. All I could do was cry...and cry...and
cry.
THE END
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