How to pass Airport Security Locked in a Castity Device
You have been instructed to fly locked, now what are you going to do?
The TSA has plainly stated that chastity devices ARE ALLOWED. you will NOT be removed from a flight because you are wearing one. No TSA agent will demand to cut your tiny little dick off in order for you to make your scheduled departure. TSA agents are professional and discreet, they’re just trying to do their job.
To begin you should proceed through the TSA security check procedure as you normally would, without raising any red flags. If you get flagged by the scanner in your groin area, simply tell the TSA agent that you are “wearing body jewelry.” Do NOT drop your pants in public for them to look at you.
They might have to do a “pat down inspection” in a private secluded area. Remember to keep your pants on. They will check by feel and then might have to swab you for trace particles, you know explosives or the like. That is standard procedure so don’t panic. Be polite and calm with them, as they want to finish their job so they can get back in line to work.
When locked in a Chastity Device – Remember:
Proceed through security as you normally would
Do not raise any red flags, on your own, before entering the scanner
Don’t be combative with the TSA agents
Use the phrase “I’m wearing a piece of body jewelry”
Do not volunteer for a private inspection, wait for them to request one, you just might pass
Keep your pants on while in private, TSA agents don’t care what your device looks like, unless they ask.
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One look at Megan was enough to convince me to aid in her transformation to a perfect hypno slut. She was built to be denied, kept wet and needy, and to serve a cock. It wouldn’t take much, and after some careful deliberation, I began my work. Convincing her not to cum at certain times, or without permission, was easy enough. The more I spoke to her, and began to realize what a perfect slut she would be, the easier I was convinced it would be to turn her into the perfect fuckslave.
Her first session was intense, to say the least. Well, intense for her. I found it amusing. I bound her in clingfilm so that she couldn’t move her arms or legs and then strapped the VR headset to her. The Hitachi was nuzzled up against her pussy, and I applied some vibrating nipple suckers. Soon she was lost in the visuals I was feeding her, and so I began to play with the Hitachi’s controls. I would slowly bring her up to the edge, watching her hump the air in desperation, and then cut the power. At first, she whimpered and begged, even pleaded with me to let her cum. I wasn’t going to, though. Not by a long shot. The headphones in her ears kept working with the headset, melting her mind into a malleable puddle of goo that I could reshape as I saw fit.
Soon, after several of these sessions, Megan began to undergo the very transformation I had hoped she would. She could barely function without some kind of stimulation to her nipples, and needed to be gagged when at home or she would start trying to suck on things to relieve her desperate need to please. The nipple chain worked well at home, as I could lead her around, but in public I allowed her to settle for a pair of piercings that I would tie off to provide a slow, throbbing ache.
Eventually, we had to do away with panties. Every time we checked, she was soaking through them anyway. At first, I just bought new ones, but soon it became expensive. She was a slut anyway, and once I conditioned her to fuck without cumming, she would never need them anyway. Might as well be a good time to break her in and get her used to not wearing them. I had her edge her cunt with the Hitachi five times for each pair of panties I threw away. Ten if they were soaked. By the time I was finished, she was a moaning, mewling puddle on the ground.
I could tell Megan was getting ready for her final transformation. The final session. Her life was secondary to her primary objectives of pleasing cock and edging, which pleased me immensely. Her clothing choices began getting sluttier and sluttier, and she got to the point of allowing other people to touch and feel her to heighten her own arousal. She was caught in a loop, her mind full of mush, with no way out. The perfect position for a hypno-slut.
I strapped her down firmly and hooded her. Unable to move, her nipples clamped, she squirmed in arousal and trepidation as I slowly lowered the headphones onto her head. This was the last time she would ever need to think. after this, she would be reduced to a mewling fuckslave who would do anything to feel a cock in one of her holes… but she wouldn’t be able to cum. Not without the trigger word. There would be nothing in the world that could break this.
I put the headphones on and ran the program. The hypnotic tracks began to flood her already weakened mind as I turned the Hitachi between her legs to LOW. She would spend two days like this, locked in an ephemeral bliss of hypnotic surrender, unaware of her own body as she was carried away by the arousal. When she was brought out of the trance, she would be the perfect fuckdoll.
This is her now. A dripping, soaking wet mess that lives to please. It doesn’t matter if it’s a cock, a pussy, or a toy. She’ll fuck it just to relieve the temporary ache between her legs and in her mind… only for it to come back stronger. This is her life now; a perfect, denied fuckdoll. She can’t cum. She can’t escape… and she can’t even remember why she would want to. The old Megan is gone… replaced by this perfect, horny slave.
It’s amazing what a few months of orgasm denial will do for a petulant little slut. Keeping you locked up and teasing your pussy to the brink every night really brings out your horniness and frustration, maximizing them until you can barely take another second. But most importantly, it makes you desperate to please. You suck my cock ten times better when you think it’ll persuade me to let you cum. You look ready for another round of face-fucking; you were made for denial, and made to have my cock in your mouth. Why should I ever let you cum again? Maybe if you give me a reeeeeaaaaaaally good blowjob, I’ll consider it. Maybe.
Me: *nuzzle your nose* who is a handsome boy? Hmm? Who is my good boy? Are you my sweet boy?
Sub: *currently unable to speak or move due to being roped down to a mattress with a vibrating egg in their bum and me pumping a flesh light on their cock as they incoherently moan*
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