my INITIATION in public humiliation - Part 3-1

Author: slavealbert
Title: my INITIATION (in public humiliation) - Part 3/1
Date: 22 December 2011

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my INITIATION (in public humiliation) - Part 3/1

Upon entering the aircraft, i was greeted by a flight attendant and showed him my boarding stub:

"All the way...last row...at your left - enjoy your flight"!

Passing thru First Class - wow, look at those big seats - than Business Class - nice seats as well - , i started to wonder what my seat would look like!
As i walked down the aisle towards the back of the plane, carrying my duffelbag in front of me to, somewhat, hide my wrist-restraints, nearly all the other passengers were already seated and, as such, got a good look at me, especially my padlocked neck-chain, when i slowly moved along!

When i finally arrived at row 37 and loked for my seat, i saw thatonly the middle seat was empty, with both aisle seats already occupied by two, rather well built guys, to say the least!

First, though, i needed to find some empty space in one of the overhead bins to stow my duffelbag, but after opening several, which already were completely full, i realized, that, being about the last passenger to board on a full plane, the only solution was to try and stuff my bag under the seat in front of me, which, due to its relative small size, should not be too much of a problem, but, would prevent me from stretching my legs properly on this long flight!

i noticed, that by now, one of my seat-mates had taken an amusing look at me, but didn't say anything nor made any move whatsoever to help me or let me pass by, so i had to say:

"Would you mind letting me in"?

He looked up at me, but didn't reply, so i tried again:

"Would you please let me in"?

As there still was no action from his side, i pleaded:

"Sir...could you please let me take my seat?"

By now, the other nwarby passengers were turning their heads, wondering what was going on and when i saw a flight attendent approaching, i decided to give it one more quick shot:

" Sir...could you please let me in, so i can sit down...Sir"!

To my great relief, this time it worked, although my relief would be short lived: as he stood up, he said in a low voce, while pointing at my Master padlock:

"slave...no problem...slave,...you just have to ask nicely...slave...as is expected from a...slave", each time underlining the word slave!

Nit expecting anything like that at all and, as such, being totally caught of-guard by his reply and action, my face must have turned totally red and, nervously, the only words i could come up with, were:

"Sir, yes, Sir - Sir, sorry, Sir"!

"Shut up and sit down", he said to which i eagerly agreed, fiting my duffelbag under the seat in front of me, without saying anything further - not daring to look at either seat-mate, i stared straight ahead of me!

Being the seats in Economy Class as narrow as they are, i shifted myself several times and in various ways, trying to get as comfortable as possible, especially as, once seated, my new chastity device started to hurt my cock and balls!

i fastened my seat belt...tried to lean back in my seat as good as i could and closed my eyes in order to be able to adjust my thoughts to all that had happened during the past 24 hours: does MASTER really knows what HE's putting HIS slave trhough and should i really have to thank HIM afterwards for this trip, up to the extend to be punished if i should do anything wrong - still i loved MASTER!

No doubt, that i must have drifted off, making allo these considerations, until, all of a sudden, i felt a poke in my left rib and somebody said:

"Are you ok, boy"?

Not knowing immediatelywhere i was, i replied automatically:

"SIR, yes, MASTER", as i was taught, suddenly realizing, though, that i was on a plane, sitting next to two total strangers, who, on the other hand, by now seem to be fully aware of my actual "status"!

"Here take this - the flight attendant left a cup of water for you", which i eagerly accepted with a: "Sir, thank you, Sir", receiving a big smile in return!
While drinking it until the last drop, i thought so-far-so-good: at least a nice fellow-passenger!

During dinner, i noticed that my cock was getting hard and started to fight its new prison, without any specific reason, which made me shift constantly in my seat in order to get some relief, remembering one of the first lessons MASTER had taught me that a slave is not to touch his cock and balls for whatever reason, if not specifically allowed to do so!
Could it be that there was something in the cup of water? MASTER clearly had instructed me not ever to accept any drink or food from strangers and, yes, i didn't actually see the flight attendant!

Of course, being as close as they were, that didn't go unnoticed by my two seat-mates, but nothing was said - just a couple of questioning smiles!

After the dinner service was over, the cabin lights were dimmed and i thought that it would be a good idea to try and get at least some rest as my fighting cock sure would not allow me fall asleep!
So, i carefully unfolded my blanket, trying not to disturb my two fellow-passengers and make myself as comfortable as possible, reclining my seat, only to have it put back up again in the fully up-right position...so i tried again...with the same result!
While doing it a third time, my left neighbour turned to me and whispered:

"slave...sit straight up and don't you dare to lean back or...you already forgot how a slave is supposed to sit if...already allowed to do so"!

"Sir, no, Sir", was all i answered totally confused and feeling myself blush - luckily it was dark!

At about the same time, i felt, under the blanket, a hand grabbing my cock and squeeze my balls and for the first time i heard my other seat-mate say, while leaning over me:

"Hey John, this one is indeed wearing a chastity device, so no doubt it must be him"!

"Kevin, I already knew that since I first saw him" and turning to me:

"So, you are going to Amsterdam to get some hands-on public humiliation training, right...slave"?

"Sir, yes, Sir", i replied in a hardly hearable voice!

"Well, nice, that's your problem, but listen, from now on you will just do what we say and do as you are told, understood?"

"Sir, yes, Sir"!

"You are not to recline your seat and you are going to sit straight up, without leaning back - now lower your tray table and put your hands where I can see them and from now on, you are not allowed to get up until we arrive in Amsterdam"

"Sir, yes, Sir"!

"...and from now on not one word any more"!

Good show: there i sat...straight up in my seat...my hands on the table in front of me for everybody to see my locked on wrist-cuffs or as a matter of fact, not being able to accommodate my chastity device...with a body, or better, sklave-guard on each side of me and not being able/allowed to move!
What a situation i was in...even more considering the long night that was still ahead of me

TO BE CONTINUED...