DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

"Really, you'd trust me to do that?"

"Certainly."

Little did I know what was getting myself into. Thereafter, my
wife frequently mentioned the surprise, saying things were
progressing nicely, but refused to tell me anything about it
and, "Spoil the surprise."

She did tell me I needed to arrange for two weeks vacation.
About a week ahead of the date, I told her I would need to know
what to pack.

"Don't worry about it. I'll pack suitable clothes for you."

She took off work the day we were departing, and had the airport
shuttle pick her up at home and then me at work. When we arrived
at the airport, she checked us in and kept the boarding passes
so I couldn't see where we were going.

She went through the security checkpoint first with no problem.
I set off the metal detector alarm. One of the security guards,
all of whom were women dressed in uniform skirt and heels, told
me to take off my shoes and empty my pockets into a tray to be
sent through the X-ray machine. I did, but the alarm went off
again. This no-nonsense guard told me to remove my watch and
belt and try again. While I was doing this, two women cut in
front of me in the metal detector line. My impatient wife yelled
that she had my watch and wallet, and was going to go ahead.
When I got to the metal detector, I set it off again.

This time, the guard directed me off to the side, and had me
hold my arms out to the side and spread my legs. She ran a wand
over my arms, chest, back, and the outside of my legs with no
problem. She then ran the wand up the inside of my leg. As it
got close to my crotch, the alarm sounded.

"What have you got in your pants, boy?", and laughed.

"I know he doesn't have brass balls", from her companion.

"Grab your stuff out of the tray and come with me.", the first
guard said, and proceeded down a corridor. The other guard
followed. We came to a door, which she opened with the key pad.
After we entered, the second guard closed the door, and I
noticed a key pad on the inside of the door.

"Take off your shirt and socks, and put them in this basket with
your shoes and belt."

After I had done that, "Hold your arms out to the side."

She ran the wand over my upper body with no alarm.

"Remove you pants."

"What?"

"You heard me. Take your pants off. Failure to comply will be
considered interfering with security and you'll be arrested and
sent to jail."

I reluctantly took my pants off and stood there in just my under
shorts. She pointed to the basket, and I put my pants on top of
the pile.

"Spread your legs."

I did and she ran the wand over the outside of my legs. She then
moved to the inside of one leg. As the wand approached my
crotch, the alarm sounded, She "accidentally" nudged my crotch
with the wand. Then she started at the other ankle and moved
upward. Again the alarm went off, and again she nudged my
crotch, this time a little harder.

"Well, there's something in those shorts. Take them off."

When I hesitated, "I'm serious about having you arrested."

I removed my shorts, put them in the basket, and stood there in
front of the two women naked.

She put the wand down, donned a pair of rubber gloves, lifted my
penis, and felt my balls. "We need to X-ray."

Hanging on to my cock, she led me to a low table, told me to
grab a horizontal bar that was hanging in front of my face, and
kneel. She used the toe of her shiny black pump to indicate a
spot on the table and told me to put my cock there. I was
encouraged to move forward by a goose from the shoe of her
companion. Then she used her shoe to hold my cock in place while
she lowered a plate on top of it and my balls. She then stepped
on the plate, which squeezed them.

"Ow, that hurts"

"Nonsense, women have to go through worse every time they get a
mammogram."

Distracted by this, I wasn't aware of what was happening behind
me until I felt something hard hit my wrists, heard two clicks,
and realized I was cuffed to the bar.

There was a whir from the device, and the plate was removed.
"While the film is being developed we'll do a cavity search."

Then the bar moved away from me forcing me to bend at the waist
until I my upper body rested on the table. I felt a gloved
finger on my anus and then it was inside me. I've had digital
rectal exams before, but this was much more probing. Finally the
finger was removed.

"We need to assure that no contraband gets hidden in there."

I felt something cold enter me, and then grow inside me. Then
something encircled my balls.

"There, that will hold the butt plug in place."

I was told to stand, assisted by the bar raising.

"I put an inspection tag on you. It is not to be removed. If I
have to replace it, I won't be nearly as gentle next time."

The cuffs were removed, and I was handed a frilly white nylon
blouse and short shiny black skirt, and told to put them on.

"I can't wear those. Where are my clothes?"

"Your clothes have been confiscated for further examination. You
have a choice. Either wear these, or walk through the airport
naked."

Considering the alternative, I put the blouse and skirt on. One
of the women buttoned the back of the blouse and zipped the
skirt. The other handed me a pair of black patent Mary Janes . I
thought about arguing, but realized it was pointless, so I put
them on and buckled them.