Eight Days in a Binding Contract

Saturday. My flight back to Charlotte was late in the morning, so Sir Michael got me up early. He had me shower but said I only had to clean the insides if I intended to offer it to my wife when I returned home. He further offered to call her to indicate what a good submissive I could be and serve her well. I declined the offer. And for the first time in a week my insides were left alone. I was told I could dress and come out for breakfast. Also, for the first time this week I had eggs, sausage and toast instead of my bowel of bowel assisting fiber cereal. My medicine included no dick hardeners. I did my extensive journal entries for the previous day. I then had a few chores to do, mainly wiping down all the toys and furniture I had used for the week with chlorine wipes. He also had me climb up to the beam in the atrium and bring down the hoist. He told me to leave all the eye hooks in place except for the two coming up through the deck boards because he hoped I’d be back. That was especially comforting as it was an indication that it wasn’t only me who had a good time this week.

I then needed to pack my bags. I gathered all the toys I had brought with me. I was surprised at how many of mine were used. I also thought of how many items Sir Michael had brought to the show, with so many being borrowed. I asked did he needed me to help him return them. He indicated no, plus there wasn’t enough time before my flight. I profusely thanked him for doing so much to get them for me and to thank the guys who lent them. He half joking said he had already thanked them as they enjoy his big dick.

As I was packing my toys, he brought over the hood he had bought for me. He said that I seemed to get off on it and he wanted me to have it. He added that he wasn’t into hoods like I was and would likely never use it. I was pleased to add it to my collection. He told me to leave out my chastity device. I wasn’t sure what that was about. After I zipped up my bags I found out. “Pull down your pants and underwear.” I thought we were done playing, but ok, maybe this is a farewell blow job… No, he puts my chastity on me. “Hey, I can’t wear this on the plane. The lock will set off the metal detectors as I go through security.” “Don’t sweat it, I have it already worked out.” He finishes putting it together around my sack, stuffs in my dick, then after he slides the locking strip in place he takes a plastic pull-tie and threads it through the post where the miniature padlock would go. He pulls the tie tight, and my chastity is locked security to me. The device that will hold me chaste is now 100% plastic. He then say’s “Contract ends today, I take that to mean midnight, Bitch. I don’t want you serving anyone else till then,” he says with a big smile.

He then asked per the Contract if the arrangements we made under it were satisfactory and if my needs had been met. I answered, “Most definitely.” He then said as you know, we can extend it if we both agree, and as such, we should both think about it and discuss it by phone soon. I agreed.

I got through security and wore it home. I had no choice. He gave me a big, long hug at the airport. He told me once again how proud he was of me, that how I had pushed through difficult tasks and tortures, that I did well at staying in the role that I wanted to assume, not knowing how really tough a submissive life with a BDSM tail could be. He again indicated he had a good time and was sorry it was over so soon. He also said, “Let me know if the contract should be extended.” “I’ll ponder that on the plane.”

I did, along with a million other thoughts about the week. I didn’t get any real sleep on the plane either.