Collared (Chapter 10): Attending to the Bartenders

The Edge bar was just a couple of blocks away. I walked in and unzipped my hoodie right away, to be in compliance with my Master’s expectations, though it made me very uncomfortable. All my kinks were now on full display, since I wasn’t wearing a shirt under the hoodie. The doggie collar, the harness and my new fake tattoo, spelling “SLAVE” in not so small letters under my belly button that anyone could see if they looked down there, even in the dim lighting of the bar.

I had to walk the full length of the bar to get to the bathroom and I felt so many piercing stares on my way there. Unfortunately, the bathroom was occupied. I just stood next to the bathroom door, facing the wall, trying to avoid the stares and showing my front side to anyone. Again unlucky, a young twink queued right after me a moment after I got there. I didn’t want the company but he was chatty. He bluntly shot his questions about my kinks. “Why is your necklace shaped like a doggie bone? What does it say? Did you really tattoo “SLAVE” on your abs? Are you really a slave? What do you do as a slave?”

I didn’t appreciate the inquisition and I didn’t hide my resentment. But my raised eyebrow and slight tone didn’t have any effect on him. I rushed into the bathroom as soon as the door opened.

I got on top of the toilet, crouching in the air, as you do when you don’t want your ass to touch a public toilet but you still need to crouch. These days I always need to crouch when taking a piss, because otherwise my caged dick would spray everywhere. But I also wanted to release any excess lube and gas from my ass after my recent fucks. I pulled the butt plug out and held it in my right hand. I used my left hand to aim my chastity cage down into the toilet. When I finished my business, I put the plug back into my hole and I wiped the piss off my cage with some toilet paper. I put some extra toilet paper in front of my cage when I rested it back into my underwear, because it would always leak tons after I went to the bathroom, which could make for huge stains on my pants. I washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom.

I walked over to the bar to get myself a drink. Non-alcoholic of course, under my Master’s instructions, since I was driving him. However, I wondered if that instruction was just about the driving or there was anything more to it, such as treating me like a child - his boi. I fantasize that he might get me intoxicated on Fire Island, when I don’t need to drive. It would help lower my inhibitions. Anyway, no alcohol for me now, just caffeine, if anything, as it was still relatively early and we had a party ahead of us.

“What are you having, boy?” the tall and muscular bare-chested young bartender asked. It was the same bartender I saw last time I was there, when he noted that he knew my Master and Master Amit.