Collared (Chapter 1): Folsom Street Fair
My Master leads me on a leash through the kinky Folsom Street Fair, locked in chastity and practically naked, sometimes blindfolded.
I was quite nervous about going with my Master to Folsom Street Fair, the world famous kinky event, where they close off a street and practically anything goes. It’s one thing to walk around and see others display their kinks, but it’s something completely different to be entirely exposed and displaying my own kinks to the general public, even if it is in a sort of welcoming or appropriate environment. It is still on the street. People could take photographs of me (although it’s polite to seek permission) and I have a career to worry about. My Master is not unreasonable, and he told me I can wear the leather hood I recently ordered online. It’s thick and it will cover my head from all sides. People will only see my body, shoes and eyes through the holes in the hood, so they’re not likely to be able to identify me, he reassured. I was still worried about it, but I had to agree that he was right.
With that it was settled and I got ready for our outing. He gave me some time in the morning to douche and shower. Then the remote-controlled butt plug went into my butt hole. I locked the metal chastity cage on my dick and returned the spare key to him. I put on a jockstrap with the word slave written on the waistband. He chose for me the shortest gym shorts I had, and of course the “slave” waistband had to be visible on top. On my shoulders I was instructed to wear the harness he had me order online. My collar necklace would be visible under the harness. On top I was allowed to wear a sleeveless hoodie for the car ride, and in case it got colder later in the day. My butt hole vibrated briefly, as he checked it was working through the app on his phone. While it vibrated, it also lit up with changing colors that were visible through the thin garment of my gym shorts.
My Master was standing by the door, dressed in leather pants, a buttoned-down black shirt and a leather tie. “Come over here,” he motioned. “Put my tall leather boots on.”
I got down on my knees and put both of the heavy boots on his athletic legs. I could feel his developed calves as I zipped the boots up. I was starting to get up, but he stopped me.
“Stay there,” he instructed, as he patted my head. “I know you’re nervous about today. Don’t be. Just follow my lead and everything will be fine. I’ll be showing you off to a lot of people, so make me proud. You’ll have the protection of the hood, so don’t worry about being discreet. Now kiss my boots and let’s go,” he instructed.
I leaned forward to kiss his boots, one at a time, taking in the smell of the leather and then I said “thank you, Sir.”
He patted my head again and said “good boy!”. I was filled with pride and let out a purr. With that, I rose to my feet, head down. He gave me his bag to carry and the key to the car. We got out of the apartment and into the car, with me in the driver’s seat and him in the back, as usual. I switched on the radio on a station he liked, playing EDM; put the address he gave me into my phone’s google maps; and we drove off.
About twenty minutes later we arrived and found parking a few blocks from the entrance to Folsom Street Fair. I was still fully dressed (sort of) as I walked with my Master to the entrance. It is illegal to be nude in public in San Francisco, except inside the compounds of events like Folsom. The downside for me was that my face was still completely visible, as we walked the few blocks and went through security check into the compound. As soon as we were in, we went to clothes check. He pulled a ball gag from out of his bag. “You don’t speak to anyone here without my permission. The gag will make it easier to avoid any accident, since there are so many people here, and a lot of them will want to chat you up.” He put the ball gag on my mouth and said, “Since you can’t talk, I’ll give you a few signs you’re allowed to communicate to me: You can nod Yes or No; You can raise your finger if you need to pee; two fingers if you need to go for number 2, but I hope you won’t; Raise a fist to ask to stop whatever is going on; And raise an open palm, if you wish to ask for permission to speak. Is that clear?”
I nodded Yes.
“Good, now do you trust me?”
I paused for a second, still not sure what to expect, then nodded Yes.
“Good boy. Now give me your phone and wallet for safe-keeping,” he instructed. “Your vision may be obstructed and your hands may not be free some of the time, so you may not always be in the best position to protect your possessions, especially in this crowd,” he clarified.
I wasn’t sure what exactly that meant, but I was in his hands.
“Get your hoodie and shorts off,” he ordered. I took them off and handed them to him. He put them in the bag. Now, all I had on me was the leather harness; collar necklace; chastity cage, covered by the “slave”-labeled jockstrap; an exposed butt plug; and shoes. Then he pulled out the hood and put it over my head. I couldn’t see anything. “We’re going to keep your eyes covered for now, and you don’t need the opening for your mouth either, since we’re keeping it gagged,” he said. He rummaged a bit through his bag, and then I could feel him attach a collar and a leash to my neck. He pulled on the leash and I followed him as he deposited the bag at the clothes check, I think.
Then he led me off, and we were walking into the crowd. Every few steps I’d hear someone gasping or calling at us “hot slave” or “nice dog.” Honestly, I’m not into animalization. You won’t see me barking and I don’t want a tail or a dog snout. I’m actually not very comfortable that my collar tag is shaped like a dog’s bone, but I guess my Master likes it that way, and I know that’s what matters. Being led on a leash at Folsom, I had a feeling there was more I’d need to get comfortable with soon.
I was still walking blind, and we came to a halt when I heard a guy just in front of us greeting my Master, “Hi J.E.,” and my Master replied, “Hi Mike, how are you? Recovered from the game yesterday?”.
“Still a little sore. It was a good game though. You played very well, J.E.,” he answered.
“Thanks, it was a good team effort,” my Master replied. “And the other team played like clumsy bitches,” he added.
“Yes, that’s true,” Mike replied. “Speaking of bitches, what have you got here?” he asked.
“This is the slave I told you about. He just got back in town and he’s staying with me now,” my Master explained and turned to me: “kneel before Mike.”
I got down on my knees.
“Oh, that’s a good boy!” Mike stated, apparently impressed, and I felt joy filling my chest, as I was doing well by my Master.
They continued to chat about sports and their upcoming matches, oblivious to my presence on the floor beside them, till the topic changed.
“I’m having a few of the guys over to watch the game next weekend,” Mike said. “I assume you’ll come.”
“Sure,” my Master replied.
“Great,” Mike said. “Do you think your slave could cater to us?” he inquired.
“Of course,” my Master replied. “He actually used to work as a waiter, so he’ll do great. He’s a natural – used to serve already in his early 20s. In a café, I mean,” he added. “But the poor boy was fired when he got caught sucking dick in the storage room. He’s just too eager to please,” my Master said as he patted my head.
“Awesome. Not everyone in the gang is used to playing with slaves, but I don’t think they’ll mind either. If you prefer you can introduce him as the help at first, though I’m sure everyone will figure out his actual role by half-time of the game,” Mike said, and I could almost hear him grinning.
“That’s for sure,” my Master replied. “OK, it’s settled then. Text me the details later, I’m going to continue our stroll here.”
My Master tugged on my leash and I got up on my feet.
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We walked for about twenty steps through the crowd, when we got stopped again. “Hi there. J.E., right?” the voice sounded familiar.
“Yes, Amit, is it?” my Master replied.
“Correct, and I see you brought pussyboy.” His fingers were probing around my hole and then his voice came from behind me, “now I can see that butt plug properly. I’d love to play with it, if I may. You’re welcome to play with my slave too.”
It was only then I realized it wasn’t just Master Amit, but he was accompanied by another slave. I was also feeling the presence of a couple of other big guys.
“Pardon my rudeness, these are John and Eric, and that is my boy Pete,” he introduced them to my Master. “Guys, this is J.E., the Master of this pussyboy that I met the other day in Castro.”
“Nice to meet you, John and Eric, and that looks like a fine boy you have there, Amit,” my Master said to Master Amit.
“Thank you,” Master Amit said, and turned to his slave Pete, “show some respect to our new friend and kiss his boots.”
I heard a shuffling of feet and sensed the slave Pete was at our feet.
“That’s very kind, thank you,” my Master said, and added, “you’ll forgive me that my slave can’t return the favor, as his mouth and eyes are covered, but he can get on his knees too.”
I took the hint and got down on all four.
Then my Master said to Master Amit, “here are the controls for the butt plug on this app. Keep it moderate please, till level 7 (out of 9).”
I felt a gentle vibration in my butt hole, and it was gradually growing stronger. Soon it wasn’t so moderate, and I was jiggling my whole butt.
“What does this button do?” Master Amit asked.
“That turns on an LED light in the plug that changes colors. Go ahead, click it,” my Master encouraged him.
“That so cute,” Master Amit roared and John and Eric were laughing. I could hear a few catcalls and whistles and it felt like there were more people around us, very close. I felt nervous.
Apparently sensing my stress, my Master patted my head and took off my blindfold.” As he was leaning down towards me, he said to me, “you may as well see the crowd cheering you on.”
It took me a moment to adjust to the sunlight. Now I could see we were surrounded. Next to Master Amit, towering over me, where John and Eric, I assume, both about 6’2”-6’4”, bare-chested, big, muscular and probably around the same age as Master Amit, in their 40s. One was Asian and the other white. The other slave, Pete, was beside me, also quite exposed, athletic, still on all fours. Around us, the crowd was mixed. Their eyes were all on me and I was completely humiliated. I was no longer sure if I preferred the blindfold on or off, but was glad the rest of the hood was still on my head. My Master took back his phone from Master Amit, clicked it and put it back in his pocket, and the buzz in my butt hole finally stopped. The crowd around us started to dissipate and my Master exchanged goodbyes with Master Amit and his friends.
My Master pulled on the leash lightly, for me to get to my feet, and I followed him. “I think you could use some refreshment, he said, and we turned left, to an area that was closed off with a higher picket fence. A sign by the entrance read “Doggie Corner”. Clean doggie bowls were stacked on a stand. My Master pulled a $5 bill out of my wallet and handed it to the vendor, who gave him a bowl and a bottle of cold mineral water. Then my Master pulled me to the side, by the wall, where other bowls and subs were arranged, side by side. He pointed a finger to the floor and I got down on all fours. He placed the bowl in front of me and poured the bottle of water.
“I’m taking your hood and gag off so you can drink. Don’t worry about anyone recognizing you. We’re in the kinkiest part of the street fair, so even if there’s anyone inside here that knows you, you can be sure they’re not going to have issues with it,” he said.
I felt my face go red as I was suddenly exposed, but I didn’t say anything.
“Drink,” he ordered.
I paused, feeling uncertain.
He pushed my head into the bowl, and said, “drink! It’s for you.”
It was a little tricky but I started licking the cold water from the bowl. It was indeed refreshing. I drank almost the entire content of the bowl. Then, I said, “Sir, I need to use the bathroom please.”
“What do you need the bathroom for?” he asked.
“Well, Sir, I need to take a piss,” I said.
“You don’t need to go to the bathroom for that, you can do that here,” he said.
I didn’t say anything as I didn’t understand what he meant.
“Take your jockstrap off,” he said.
I pulled it off, handing it to him, and he put it in his pouch.
“Squat!”
I squatted and he pushed the bowl with his foot, so that it was just below my locked dick. I was so embarrassed but proceeded to pee through the chastity cage into the bowl, while he was standing on top of me. When I was done, he pushed the bowl back towards the wall and instructed me to assume my previous position on my knees. Then he opened his fly and peed into the bowl as well. Some of it splashed on me.
“Are you still thirsty?” he asked.
I had a feeling I knew what was the answer he wanted to hear, and I said, “Yes, Sir.”
“So you can drink some more from the bowl,” he said.
Again, embarrassed, I leaned forward and slurped the liquid from the bowl – my Master’s piss mixed with mine and a little water. I felt a tug on my leash after I had consumed a good amount, and he said, “that’s enough, now what do you say?”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Good boy! Now, your face is smeared with piss, and I’ll let you rinse off before we leave the Doggie Corner, but first, you’re going to the communal kennel, for you to make new friends that I could fuck. So I’ll give you a choice: do you want to put the hood back on your dirty face, or are you ready to go into the kennel with your face still uncovered?” my Master suggested.
“I’ll go without the hood, Sir,” I said, not entirely convinced.
“Good choice,” my Master said, and led me off to the kennel, which was basically a small area with a low fence, with several guys on all fours. “I’m taking the butt plug out, since you doggies like to sniff each other’s butts. Fucking is not allowed here, but fingering may be overlooked,” he said and pulled the plug out. The pull pressed on my sphincter. Then it popped out and I suddenly felt empty and let out a whimper. My Master leaned down, inserted two fingers into my hole, and said, “shhh, there there, now go and find me new boys to fuck.”
