So I meet you at the security gates

[MGVelvet]

Preamble: Please do not read on if you are uncomfortable with the idea of non-consensual sex. This is a story, and if it weren't, this fantasy would of course have been discussed beforehand and the idea accepted.

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My Master gave me this day necklace and I obviously accepted this gift from Him, overwhelmed with joy. He tied it around my neck immediately. I felt it around my neck all day long and each time I felt a dose of excitement. Unfortunately, since the beginning of the week he'd forbidden me to touch myself.

So it was with undisguised excitement that I accompanied him to the airport for a few days in the south of France. He ordered me to wear high heels, a relatively low-cut top and a flouncy skirt that I'm not allowed to pull up, despite its problematic length, because I'm not allowed to wear underwear. He's right, I'm a slut. No need to deny it. But I am His slut.

We have a coffee, just long enough for my Master to order me to spread my legs wide enough for the couple in front of us to enjoy my perfectly waxed pussy. I'm already soaking wet, but I know I'll be allowed to touch myself in front of my Master tonight. That keeps me going. I want to give him an orgasm by looking straight into his eyes, if he lets me.

My suitcase seems quite heavy, but he's taken care of it, so there's nothing to worry about. More worrying, though, is the looming security gate. I look at him and his smile, which for lack of a better word I would describe as perverse, tells me that he has no intention of allowing me to remove the collar.

It's almost my turn. I set my case down on the carpet. My heart is racing. I must try to remove the collar. He might not see, or he might forgive me. Just this once.

No matter how hard I try to undo the mechanism, it doesn't work. Lack of time, stress or a deliberately inviolable mechanism, I just can't do it.
I can feel my Master behind me, pushing me forward instead of helping me.

I don't understand what is happening. I don't think I was dreaming. He was pushing me forward and the portal started beeping. Is it me, or is the man in front of me smiling and looking back at me? I turned to see him grinning too.

Madam, please remove your collar and step back through the gate.

I stammered, but I couldn't take it off.

Everything happened very quickly. Too fast, in fact. The guard takes me into a windowless room that looks like an interrogation room, with a large table and a few chairs, and puts the suitcase on it.

I come back in. Don't move. I'm not allowed to search you, ma'am.

I'm reassured, but my heart races when I see two women enter the room and let my master in.

They turn to him as if to ask for confirmation and I hear him say very clearly that I am now at their disposal.

Madam, you refused to take off your collar and we're going to have to search you.

I don't quite understand and I'm starting to get scared. I'm on the verge of tears as I imagine that I'm dressed like a whore, or more exactly like a slut in heat.

Madam, please place both hands on the table and spread your legs.

I do as I'm told and I can feel my Master smiling so hard I think I can hear him.

I'm leaning on the table, my body bent slightly forward. I feel the first agent press something against my leg to make me spread my legs.
I turn slightly to see that she's pushing with the baton she's pulled out to make me spread my legs.
I spread my legs and ask if it's really necessary.

The two women move to either side of me. I feel the first one go under my top and I can feel her starting to feel my breasts.

Hey, what are you doing? At the same time as I'm protesting, the other one reaches under my skirt and up my thighs.

She's not wearing a bra. No panties either.
OK, she's a bitch, but she's not hiding anything.

But I won't let you. And as soon as I say these words, my Master slaps me. Don't answer them, slave. You'll let them do their job. And even what they want to do with you, is that understood?

Yes Master.

As if she hadn't been listening at all, I hear the agent continue. Okay, nothing on her. Keep her still, I'm going to search her suitcase. Then I feel a knee press against my kidneys. I'm pressed up against the edge of the table and I can feel his hands continuing to feel my breasts without any mercy.

At the same time as the suitcase lands on the table and opens wide, I feel a dull *** invade my breasts. That bitch has just squeezed my nipples so hard I can't stop screaming.

Go and get some tape to stop her making a scene in the airport. But the other one immediately replies victoriously. I did better and shook the ball gag she'd found in my things.
10 seconds later it's in my mouth.

She goes back to examining the suitcase and I hear an exclamation, a loud OH echoing through the room. I see her grabbing something and she comes back in front of me and I see a sort of plastic alarm clock. An early-learning toy designed for 3-6 year olds.
A detonator! A fucking detonator!
What [well what if I didn't have the gag in my mouth]. But they're crazy. And I see Him laughing. It's no longer a smile, it's a massive, open laugh. I've been tricked. I'd told him about my fantasy of being at the mercy of other people who would do whatever they wanted with me. And also completely soaked despite the *** I'm still feeling.

OK, I think we're dealing with a terrorist. It's a good thing I found these handcuffs in her suitcase. We're going to tie her hands behind her back.
Take her top off first. It'll be safer. Well, take it all off. Leave her heels on, I think they look good on her.
And a minute later, I'm bent over the table, hands tied behind my back and a gag in my mouth. Not exactly an ordinary start to the weekend.

The contents of my suitcase spill onto the table.
I realized it was heavy. In it were all my usual games plus a few extra dildos, the size of which seemed terrifying.

Oh what a whore, seriously! Do you think there's such a thing as a terrorist whore? It seems so.
Go and get a mirror. We're going to try these toys on her and I want her to see us do it. And get the camera so we can stay within the law when we record.
Well, we haven't got any lawyers, but maybe you should warn the other agents who might be interested.

I shake my head, I'm not ready for this.

But by the time she gets back, I've got a plug up my ass and clamps are running down my tits and I can see the weights stretching them. I feel much more *** than usual. My Master has obviously gone shopping especially for this weekend.

When the first agent comes back, she sets up the mirror so I can't miss a thing and starts putting the dildos away from the smallest to the biggest.
All I see are the 2 women and my Master. No rein***ments and I'm relieved.
I feel my hair being pulled and I'm ***d to pull myself up.
It's the brunette, taller, stronger. We're going to try them all on one by one. And at the same time she's touching me. But the bitch is soaking wet. Completely soaked. She spits in my face and puts me back on the table.

Long, long minutes follow, during which they insert all my old toys and the new ones that have obviously joined my collection today into my pussy and ass. They take their time, they laugh and never hesitate to humiliate me by pointing out how wet I am. I lose track of time, but for what seems like an hour, the room gradually fills up.

They end up whispering in my ear. Come on, it's nearly over. We're going to make you explode. You owe it to the audience and then you can thank them. I was distracted and hadn't seen that the audience now consisted of 8 men. Some of them had their trousers around their ankles or had taken them off altogether.

Climb on the table bitch. On all fours. Knees wide apart. I look in the mirror and see them each with their truncheons. I feel the first one digging into my ass and I want to scream despite the gag. The dildos have prepared me but the *** is intense when I feel the other truncheon digging into my sex. They scream at me to explode. I look around. I look in the mirror. The truth is I want to explode. Need to explode. My sex starts to flutter. I see my salvo making a long trail that runs from the gag to the table. I don't want to obey them. But the movement of their sticks leaves me no choice. I feel like I'm going to explode and scream like someone possessed. An unheard-of wave of pleasure washes over me.

I look at my Master, who must see the gratitude in my eyes. I can see in his that this isn't over. He grabs me by the hair and tells me that I'm humiliating him in front of everyone. He makes me get down on the floor. On my knees. Facing the men. My hair hurts but he lets go.
I can hear him behind my back and when he comes back he takes off my gag. He puts a hood on me instead. I can't see a thing. I feel that it's not easy to breathe, but I can feel that my mouth is free.

Gentlemen, thank you for fucking my submissive. I'm sorry to have to ask you to take her by the mouth because these other holes are so tired. While waiting for your turn, she has 2 hands of course and knows how to use them very well.
Please let her know when you're about to explode so that she can open her mouth wide and swallow anything that doesn't end up on the hood or on her boobs

And I'm going to spend the next fif*** minutes ferociously jerking and sucking every cock that comes my way. I want to make my Master proud of his slave. He knows I'm doing this for him, to show him he can ask anything of me.

Eight, that's it. He exploded long and made me lick his cock so I wouldn't lose anything. You can take off your hood and put it on the floor. It's the voice of one of the two women. I feel her take my hands to reattach them behind my back.

You have one minute to remove all traces of white from this hood. If you succeed, we'll consider that you've shown good will and that you're not a security threat.

I hear the final countdown
5 ...
4 ...
3 ...
2 ...
1 ...
At zero, I'm pulled back violently.
I see the pride in my Master's eyes.
The hood is glistening with saliva, but it's completely black.

If you have read this far, a like or, better still, a comment, would be greatly appreciated

[si****]

I’m soaking damn 💕

[Ki****]

That was a very, very nice story. I enjoyed it very much. I like how you kept your interest on the edge of the seat within the next scene coming up always guessing what was coming.

[An****]

Nice story

[do****]

I would love the full book