my INITIATION in public humiliation - Part 3-2

Author: slavealbert
Title: my INITIATION (in public humiliation) - Part 3/2
Date: 27 December 2011

The year coming to an end, i would like to thank my readers, especially those who cared to send in comments, for their patience and support with my story: to All/all a "HAPPY NEW YEAR"!

my INITIATION (in public humiliation) - Part 3/2

Noting that both my "guards" had fallen asleep - at least it seemed that way, i decided, no matter what, to lean back a little to get a bit more comfortable, letting my thoughts drift slowly away!

Once more, i reviewed all that had happenend to me to day, it came to me as quite a big coincidence to be seated exactly between my two "guards", however, at this very moment, i had not the slightest clue how to solve this "puzzle"!

Being on my way to what would turn out to be some serious public humiliation training, i tried to recall the experiences i already had lived through in this respect and a couple came instantly to my mind:

- the first time i went to a barber-shop and get a no. 1 haircut;
- taking passport size pictures with my fetters steel slave collar locked-on to send along with my slave curriculum;
- wearing a US Navy recruit uniform in public and being stopped my two cops;
- visiting the leather bars with my leather posture collar locked-on, without bringing the keys;
- the Sunday-afternoon that i went to a beer-bust in The San Francisco Eagle, wearing a locked-on chastity belt under my jeans - again, without carrying the keys: having had too much beer, of course, with the result that on my way back i couldn't "hold" it any longer and had to let go, which, no doubt, was a tremendous relief, but also a tremendous mees, totally wetting my jeans and boots;

However, i very much realized, that all of this, isn't the same as being forced - without possible option or escape - to submit to the orders of your MASTER to appear in a public area and executing HIS instructions with no possibility of questioning them, like:
- the night MASTER invited two of HIS friends out for dinner in a nearby restaurant, during which i had my first real public humiliation experience, which, i can't deny, was a great turn-on!

Trying to recall the various details of that night, all of a sudden i felt a great urge to go and take a piss!
Oh my gosh...what am i going to do: wet my pants again, right here in the middle of the plane - no, no way...not even if i would be forced to do so!

i, immediately, took a quick look at both my "guards", but they seemed, indeed, to be sound asleep!
Not wanting to disturb them in order not to make things worse than they already were, i decided to concentrate my mind on other, more pleasant thoughts, which worked out well for a while, but rather sooner-than-later the urge to urinate came back even more intense and, consequently, i started to shift nervously in my seat again!

At some point, i must have touched my seat-mate, who woke up and said:
"I already told you once to sit still...now be quiet"!
"SIR, sorry, SIR - SIR, yes, SIR" but not wanting to let the opportunity pass by as i might not get an other one that soon again, i quickly added:
"SIR, i very much need to go to the restroom, SIR"!
"Well, it seems to that that is your problem...what do I have to do with it...you don't want me to hold your hand or do you"!
"SIR, no SIR, of course not, SIR, i can go alone, SIR, but you would need to let me out, so i can go, SIR"!
"OK - this time you asked nicely...you are a quick learner, so I might give your plea some consideration: I will tell you when you can go and now sit still and be quiet"!
"SIR, yes, SIR - SIR, thank you, SIR"!

i must have smiled...at least my quick reaction got me somewhere, but i did wonder how long it would be before i would be allowed to go!
Anyhow, i decided to stay as calm as possible, not leaning back and with my hands on the tray-table in front of me in order not to provole my "guard"!

So far so good, but not for long, of course: soon the pressure became inbearable and it felt as if my cock was starting to leak, at least that's what i thought - in other words, i HAD to get to the rest-room as quickly as possible, if i didn't want to make things worse, so i took all my courage and said:
"SIR, sorry to disturb you again, SIR, but i'm starting to leak, SIR, so would you please allow me to go and pee, SIR"?
By the way, have you ever experienced what it means to have to hold your piss because you are not free to go whever you need to: pure humiliation!
Expecting the worse, i didn't dare to look at him! If i had, i would have seen a big smile on his face, while he said, quickly standing up:
"Of course...I don't want to be held responsible if you wet your seat, but make it snappy"!

i was in such a hurry, that i forgot to thank him for the permission granted!
To my great luck, the toilet was vacant, so i rushed in and took my pants down: just a little too lasteas the flow or better, the flood was already coming, wetting a good part of my jeans, but it could have been worse, much worse, - letthere be no doubt about that!

When my bladder was finally empty - boy, did that feel good - i tried to do some damage-control on my bleachers: the was quite a big wet stain right at the crotch level, which i tried to dry up with some paper towels - without much succes though: the stain remained perfectly visible and nothing much i could further do about than just let it dry up!

Anuhow, i was very much relieved and when i came out of the toilet, i saw that breakfast service had already started, so we must be approaching Amsterdam!
Quickly getting back to my seat, my seat-mate stood up without causing anymore problems, however while looking at my crotch, he said:
"Still a little too late...huh"!
"SIR, yes, SIR - SIR, sorry, SIR, in my hgurry, i forgot to thank You, SIR, for allowing me to go, SIR"!
"Well, you owe me that one"!
"SIR, yes, SIR, my pleasure, SIR"!

Once again in my seat and eating breakfast, i started wondering why my two "guards" had hardly spoken to each other, which, of course, was none of my business!

Nothing further was said anymore until the aircraft parked at the arrival gate at Amsterdam's Schiphol Airport!

Being all the way in the back, , it would take some time before we could actually disembark, so i decided to stay in my seat until my "guards" had stood up and gathered their belongings!
Noting that my crotch was still wet, i thought it better to hold my duffelbag in front of me so nobody would notice, making it slowly to the exit door!

When we left the plane, my other "guard" turned around and said:
"It was nice traveling with you...enjoy yourself here in Amsterdam - who knows we see each other again one day"!
"SIR, it was my pleasure, SIR - SIR, will try and so, SIR - SIR, would love to see both of you again, SIR" - if i only had an idea what i was wishing for!


TO BE CONTINUED!