my INITIATION in public humiliation - Part 4-1

Author: slavealbert
Title: my INITIATION (in public humiliation) - Part 4/1
Date: 05 January 2012

Important info: For All/all of You/you who have stayed in The Black Tulip Hotel in Amsterdam /The Netherlands or are familiar with its premises, no doubt that this "was", if not the best, at least one of the best s/m locations in the world: a small but very well equiped hotel with a friendly staff!
However, it seems that, for a while now, it doesn't operate as a s/m hotel anymore! Too bad!
The only similar place i know off is located in Berlin /Germany!

my INITIATION (in public humiliation) - Part 4/1

As it seemed, that, at last, i was really on my own now, i took a leisure walk to Immigration, which was a breeze and, as i had no checked luggage, went straight to and thru Customes!

Once in the central Plaza, i, easily, located the Meeting Point... put my duffelbag between my legs and, as ordered by MASTER, assumed my standing presentation position, anxiously looking around for my contact!

Being as tall as i am, i stood there like "a sitting duck".

Time passed by slowly and although everybody seemed to be in some kind of a hurry and minding their own business, i still managed to collect quite a few comments, especially from the younger crowd, which were far from flattering of course and which made me feel miserable again in no time!

Minutes lasted like hours and although i sure was not hard to be identified, no body seemed, in fact, to be looking forme!
Shifting from one foot to the other and looking down, i noticed that the stain in my bleachers had more or less dried up in the mean time, but was still visible if taking a closer look, as was the bulge in my crotch - luckily, though, my cock didn't cause too much trouble at that very moment!

All of a sudden, i saw a young guy in full biker outfitcoming my way and stopped right in front of me!
Looking me straight in the eyes and fingering with my neckchain, he said:
"you must be the slave who's waiting to be contacted to receive further travel instructions", while handing me yet an other envelope!
Before i could say anything, he was gone!

Tired of standing still for such a long time, i, immediately, picked up my duffelbag and looked for a quiet place to open the envelope and read my further instructions:
1) Go to one of the railway ticket counters and buy yourself a one way, second class train ticket to Amsterdam's Central Station - enclosed is a 10 Euro note to cover the train fare and should get you a couple of coins in change;

As MASTER always took care of all my financial aspects, i suddenly reralized that, beside this banknote, i had no money whatsoever on me, not even a credit card or, as a matter of fact, a return plane ticket: shit... what about if something unforseen should happen... i would be stuck... and how!

Not being able to do much about it right now, i kept on reading:

2) Next, check out the train-schedules and the respective platforms: trains run quite often and do not take more than half an hour;

3) Upon arrival at the Central Station, look at the map and find your way to The Black Tulip Hotel - it's only a 5-minute walk;

4) Check-in and more instructions will be waiting for you there;

What a relief... nothing too bad this time!

So, off i went to buymy train-ticket... yes, i was handed some change... checked out the train-schedule... looked for the right platform... hurried down the escalator and waited for the train to roll in, not worrying about any possible on-lookers!

Supposed to be such a short ride, i wondered if i should stand or sit down, which would, of course, make me feel uneasy again, sitting next to one or several other passengers, being dressed the way i was!

Anyhow, as i was already so well on my way with my public humiliation and being as tired as i was from standing around for such a long time at the Meeting Point, sitting down was the most logical option, eventhough i had been taught the hard way that a slave should never use any kind of furniture if not especifically allowed to do so!

Once arrived at the Central Station, i grabbed the map and after some looking around, i easily found my way to the hotel: indeed, not more than a shorte hike, especially not carrying any luggage!

The hotel entrance was closed, so i rang the bell, upon which the door was openend by an electric buzzer: damn, was that door heavy!
Inside, i made it thru a corridor to the reception area, where i was greeted by a rather nice looking desk-clerk, dressed in... full leather!
Wow, i thought, finally among "equals" - i didn't even get a strange: a pity - i was getting used to that by now!

"Hello - welcome, what can I do for you", he asked and supposing that i must have arrived by plane, he added:
"did you have a nice flight"?

Well, did he know and as i was not going to tell him all the details, of course, i just replied:
"SIR, yes, SIR, the flight was quite eventfull, SIR", and quickly changing subjects... "SIR, it's my guess that you are holding a reservation for me, SIR"!
"OK, I'm going to check, but first of all, no need to call me me SIR", while pointing at the leather collar he was wearing and continued... "what's your name"?

i acknowlegde his remark and gave him my last name, after which he started looking thru his records!
"Sorry, but I can't find your reservation... could it possibly be made under an other name..."?
Strange i thought and tried to come with some alternatives, like MASTER's name, but without luck, so i started to get worried: me, all alone, here in a strange city without money, fresh clothes, etc. - what was going to be of me? Sure, MASTER wouldn't do this to HIS slave!

The desk-clerk must have noticed that i was becoming apprehensive with the situation and said that they had a small spare room which i could occupy untilsorting it all out!

"Sorry, but i'm a slave"... i reluctantly admitted... "being send here by my MASTER to get some further training and don't have any money or credit cards on me besides a couple of coins, so i guess that solution isn't going to work for me... my MASTER assured me that a room was reserved for me here"!

"Hey, wait a minute, is your name... uh... slaveA345"?
"Yes, it is", i replied, wondering where he got that name from as it was my initial, official slave-name MASTER assigned to me when i first entered HIS service - a combination of the first letter of my first name and the last three numbers of my official slave registration number!

"No need to worry any more, slaveA... uh, sorry about that... all solved: have your reservation here... for one of the best rooms we have: number 32"!
Oh boy, what a tremendous relief: things had been quite difficult for me the last 24 hours and i was not sure if i could take much more, but, fortunately, at the end, all turned out for the better - sure hope it's going to be like that all the way from now on!
If it wasn't for the desk between us, no doubt that i would have hugged this guy!

"Actually, you were already pre-registered earlier this morning, so you can go straight to your room... first floor... first room at your left... enjoy your stay with us and, oh yes, before I forget, this message was left for you", handing me a small piece of paper along with the room-key!

i thanked him... put the message in my right butt pocket and up the stairs i went: all i wanted for now was getting to my room and... r-e-l-a-x!

TO BE CONTINUED!