Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2007 19:17:12 -0700
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: The Visit - Part TWO

The Visit - Part TWO - On The Town
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     Daddy W had decided he wanted a certain "look" for me while we were
out touring the leather bars...he had decided to drive us to L.A. to spend
a night in a leather resort and go out to some of the hot bars there during
the evening.
    The "Look" he chose was part slut, part girlie-boi, and a LOT part
S-L-A-V-E. i spell it out `cause that's how he ordered me to say it
whenever he asked me what i was, in public or otherwise. He threatened to
use a permanent marker to write it across my forehead if i got out of
line. Spelling it out loud also made me seem somewhat adolescent when i did
it in public. i suspected the writing on my head would be the least of the
punishment i would get if i misbehaved.
     He had a new collar for me to wear, having tired of the one with the
word "Bitch" on it. The new one was basically two halves of a black metal
loop with hinges. It closed around my neck tightly, almost but not quite
constricting my breathing. Through the end he slipped a heavy rusty old
looking padlock. He showed me the key, which he attached to a chain around
his neck.
    Because it was so hot that time of year, Daddy said i needed some kind
of footwear. Boots were out, too manly, he said, deciding instead on a pair
of flip-flops. These were made for a girl...pink with yellow flowers on
`em. He said I could take them off when we went into a bar but would need
them on the hot pavement and asphalt outside. I wasn't sure whether to be
grateful or not.
     Daddy W selected a bright yellow jockstrap with a leather kilt-like
wrap over it...OK, it looked like a skirt though Daddy promised me it was
made for a man. On top he selected a black metal chain harness that matched
my collar.
     He attached a medium pressure pair of tit clamps to my stretched
tits...also black to match the rest...and in my mouth went another version
of the dentist device that kept my mouth open. A side effect was I
slobbered all over myself because I couldn't swallow.
   Once a metal lead was attached to the collar, we were ready to go.
   Pulling me along to the carport, he stopped at his pickup and pushed me
up alongside it, lifting my kilt, he then pulled out his cock and pissed on
my jockstrap, marking me for the journey ahead. He loaded me in the back of
the truck, sitting me up so I would be visible...and off we went.
    The drive to L.A. was kinda long, but I had the experience of truckers
blowing their horns at me and the breeze kept me cool.
   Our first stop in L.A was the hotel Daddy W had recommended for my
partner...The Slave-boi Stables, a place where clothing was optional and a
lot of folks took that option.
    When we walked into the pool area of the resort, I immediately knew
this was NOT the Holiday Inn. Next to the pool there was a St. Andrews
cross, stocks, and a sling...the cross was occupied by a gorgeous muscular
guy with a ball-gag in his mouth. He was being treated to a flogging,
sweating and grunting and hard as a rock...clearly he was enjoying the
abuse! While some motels offer extra beds for a fee, this one offered
slings for $25 a night! There were eyebolts in he ceilings of all of the
rooms and all you had to do is attach the sling and go at it.
   The public sling was open, so Daddy W. positioned me in it, taking off
my "kilt" and my jock first. He quickly used the sling's restraints to
attached my arms and legs, leaving my shaved hole and cock and balls wide
open.
   He was carrying a leather bag with him, and from it he withdrew a long
anal probe, casually, as he spoke to other guests and told them where I
came from, he used that probe to find my prostate and work it!
   "He's a Southerner...writes stories online, has a great imagination, but
I convinced him he needed to come here to find out what REAL obedience is
all about. You'll notice he's the quiet type...", Daddy laughed at his own
joke..." but if he could, he'd say something simple like YES SIR! isn't
that right boi?"
    I nodded, as Daddy grabbed my tit clamp chain with his other hand and
manipulated them. Between the probe and the clamps I was dripping and
moaning.
    Many men came along as complimented Daddy on his boi, and Daddy kept
using me as casually as if we were wearing regular clothes and having
dinner in a restaurant!
    The sun went down and it was quickly dark...Daddy W untied me and we
moved on. We had a lot of ground to cover before nightfall.
   The Gag was next, a purely leather and levis place. Daddy W pulled me
along, taking my girls flip-flops from me at the door and putting them in
his bag. He also decided the "kilt" was not needed, so I entered the bar
with only my yellow jock and harness.
   At the bar, Daddy put his hands on my shoulders and ordered me to my
knees. My face was just inches from his crotch and I yearned to lick his
jeans covered crotch. Instead, Daddy unzipped and pulled out to relieve
himself. His command was simple. "Open!" It was another joke, of course. He
and the friends who had joined him at the bar laughed as he pissed into my
already wide-open mouth. He saved the last squirt or two to mark my chest.
     Do I have to tell you how hard I was through this? Remember I had
taken the pill with the pissy potatoes, but even without it this had been a
dream of mine, and now it was coming true!.
    We stayed at the bar for an hour or so...Daddy had me bend over a bar
stool for a while, smacking my cheeks till they were bright red. My ass was
burning! Again his friends came by and complimented him on how obedient I
was. As if I had much choice!
   Back into the truck, this time Daddy had me bend over a tool box he had
placed in the center, showing off my red ass to pedestrians. There was no
shortage of wolf whistles and my face cheeks joined my ass cheeks in
turning red. At a stop light, some boys reached into the bed and gave me
some warming slaps too, calling me a slave slut. They asked Daddy if I were
available for rent, but I was glad to hear him decline the offer.
   Next up was another leather bar that advertised it catered to people
with all kinds of fetishes, and here what I thought of as my unusual getup
didn't stand out at all. There were slave bois wrapped in leather, bois
with urinal funnels strapped to their heads, more tats than I could count
and piercing of every part of the body you can imagine. It was heaven!
   Daddy was careful not too drink much, as we had a long drive
home...about 90 minutes this time of night without much traffic.
    Another Master got into a conversation with Daddy, and had his slave
lick my feet as they talked. It was very erotic! The boi was wearing a
fierce-looking leather mask that covered his eyes but left his mouth
available. The Master told his boi to lick up my legs, stopping him just as
he approached my balls. Both the slave and I were rock hard, but were not
permitted to do anything about it. I felt glad that at least I could see
him, could know how cute he was, while he remained blinded and depended on
his tongue along to sense me. He was a good slave and offered nothing but
obedience to his Master.
    Daddy W. asked for permission to use the boi, pulled him over to a dark
corner, and pissed directly into the boi's waiting mouth. I was very
jealous! We left the bar shortly after that and I found myself once again
secured in the bed of the pickup. But this time Daddy attached a fifteen
pound weight to the head of my dick, using a rubber ring with a hook that
clipped to the weights to keep my dick down and not "tenting" the tarp that
he had pulled over me. HE used white rubber ball tie-downs on the
corners. There was a hole in the center of the canvas with a metal ring
around the edges, and he pulled my balls through it, binding them with
rubber ball stretchers. Daddy W then took a paint brush and some white
paint and painted my balls to match the tie down balls on the corners.
    As soon as we got moving on the Interstate, the wind moved the tarp up
and down like the sail of a sailboat, pulling on my balls each time! On top
of that, the weight tied to my cock was sliding around the bed, pulling on
my cock and, need I say it, keeping me very, very hard! It was a 90 minute
ride I will never forget! This time most truckers ignored us, but one or
two understood what was happening, recognized my balls for what they were,
and gave a blast of their horn in appreciation.
   Instead of driving directly to his home back in Palm Springs, he took us
to an aerial tram that offered 15 minute rides up the side of a mountain to
a visitor center and back.
   Daddy had removed my gag and given me a T-shirt and shorts to
wear. Somehow we timed it that we were the only two people on the last car
heading up the mountain that evening. and once we were away from the
station, Daddy pushed me to my knees and let me suck on him as the car
swayed...it was an extraordinary experience, him jack hammering into my
mouth as we were carried along the cables, our sex actions causing the car
to move back and forth even more than normal. I got him off just before we
reached the top, and he blasted his seed deep into my throat. I was sure
the attendant at the top station spotted the cum drying on my face.
     When we got back on another car for the return trip, I spotted the
attendant playing with his crotch, smiling and winking at me as we walked
past.
    One the way back down, Daddy ordered me to jerk off in my hand, which I
did in record time, and licked it up as ordered.
   Back home both of us were exhausted, so he put me in my cage, attaching
my collar to the bars and putting a bowl with water in the bottom. He
wrapped a cock cage around my cock and balls to keep me from playing with
myself, even subconsciously.
   Cage or not, I slept soundly, dreaming about what adventures were ahead
the next day, my last day here in the West!