As you all know, this faggot has been locked in a bright pink plastic chastity device since the end of May. It has been a challenging, yet in many ways rewarding, year as the faggot has adapted to its new life. One (well, really two) of the most intense experiences that the faggot has had to deal with in relation to its chastity happened in the past week. You see, the faggot needed to take a flight to visit family for the Christmas holiday. While the faggot did consider asking Sir Lockdown to be released from its cock cage in order to go through airport security, it knew that that would be selfish and inappropriate. The faggot did tell Sir Lockdown that it had thought about it and decided not to ask, and Sir quickly responded that even if it did ask, the cage was not coming off. After some discussion, the faggot was given two options: go through the full body scanner at the airport and deal with whatever happened; or request a pat-down in the hopes that the cage would not be discovered and whether or not it is discovered be required to lick a urinal at the airport.
It was last Saturday at Cleveland Hopkins Airport. The fag was pretty nervous as it checked in for the flight and checked a piece of luggage. The faggot slowly approached the security line, its anxiety building with each step. The cage felt large and heavy in my jeans, as though it weighed 20 pounds and was lit with neon. The faggot stopped before entering the rope queue, not sure what to expect, afraid of what could happen. All the research assured the faggot that a chastity device was not prohibited, so there was little chance of missing the flight, but how far might this go? As the faggot finally started to walk through the queue, it repeatedly surveyed the area to see if there was anyone it knew also going through security. Finally, it presented its boarding pass to the TSA agent and was cleared to proceed to screening. To say that the faggot’s heart was pounding would be a major understatement. Shoes and coat off, belt off, laptop out of the carry-on. Finally, the time came. It was at that moment that the faggot decided to just go through the scanner and deal with whatever happens.
“Face to the right, hands up, stay still,” barked the agent, as she had to so many others before. But this time was different. A male agent asked if there was anything in the pockets. The faggot shook its head, and softly responded, “it’s a chastity device.” The humiliation swept over the faggot like a thunderstorm. Fuck, having to admit to this stranger that its dick was locked in a cage, and not in a kink- or gay-friendly environment either. The agent asked the faggot to step aside as he turned and spoke into his walkie-talkie. At this point the faggot was not sure what to expect, but obviously others were now being informed that it’s locked in a dick cage.
The agent asked the faggot to go through the screener a second time. After a bit more walkie-talkie chatter, the faggot was allowed to pass through, collect its things and proceed like all of the other unchaste passengers. The faggot did not really breathe a sigh of relief until it was on the plane, but all-in-all it was not that bad an experience for the faggot.
This faggot answers the question of what would happen if it went through airport security. Don’t be ashamed of your locked state, boy, be proud!
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