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Weekend in Vegas Ch. 01

By: kahiltna7200



This story is a sequel to Soccer Mom Slave published on 6-26-13. To put this story in context and to better understand the characters I suggest you read that story first. -Kahiltna-



   Wednesday

Brenda had been running errands most of the morning. After dropping the kids at school she went to her aerobics class at the health club. Then it was off the dry cleaner, followed by what was supposed to be a quick stop at the library where she did volunteer work. That stop turned into a nearly hour long meeting. Her last stop was the supermarket before heading home.

Brenda stood at the kitchen counter looked through the mail. Most of it was junk but she did take time to look at the quarterly financial report from their investment firm. 

Things were going remarkably well for her family. After Bill's father passed away 8 years ago, they received an inheritance that put them on a firm financial footing. Not a huge amount of money but they were able to pay off their mortgage. Their home was not large but it was comfortable and in a good neighborhood. They resisted the urge to buy a more expensive home which turned out to be a good decision. They came through the housing market crisis OK and were now dept free. 

Their investment portfolio was doing well. Brenda was confident about having college money for the kids. They weren't getting rich from of Bill's job with the Sheriffs Department, but between his recent promotion to Sergeant and some overtime they were far from being broke. 

Bill's side business building custom golf clubs had gone from a hobby to some pretty serious cash. They were living very comfortably within their means and doing better than most thirty-something couples they knew. 

On a personal level, things couldn't be better. The kids were a joy; well most of the time. Brenda knew she had the teenage years to look forward to, but she couldn't imagine life without her children. Her relationship with her husband and her Master couldn't be better. 

It was strange, she almost thought of him as two different men. She loved family life with her husband. There were a lot of limitations on their sex life with the kids around but almost all couples had to deal with that. For Brenda, the meetings with Master were the stuff dreams are made of. When she was with Master she was swept away in a fantasy world.

Brenda felt like she was having a torrid affair with a man whose sexual demands she could not resist emotionally or physically. The best part, her Master is her husband, no guilt, no fear of getting caught. 

Brenda wasn't sure if she could take a 24/7 Master/slave relationship. With the kids in the house, it wasn't a decision she had to make. There would come a time when the kids graduated from school and moved out. She had a while before that was going to happen so it wasn't something she had to worry about now. 

After lunch Brenda checked the clock, an hour and a half until she had to pick up the kids. She decided to take a look at the internet. She logged on and checked her email, then looked at a few face book pages some friends and relatives. She looked at the news for a bit but knew she was just stalling. She hit the private browsing icon and typed in 'subspace.org'. 

This was the site that had first piqued her interest in Dominant/submissive relationships. It had a great deal of general information like forums, blogs and advice. There were also links to many other web sites with similar interests. 

At first she just read the forums. What she read really turned her on. Then she registered so she could ask questions and get advice. She had developed some relationships with other people on the site, none of whom she ever met in person. At first she couldn't understand why anyone, including herself, would want to be a Sub. After discussing this with others on the forum, someone named 'slavesuzi' explained how she got started. 

"Remember how much you liked watching vampire movies when you were a girl. Remember how scared and excited you were to watch the vampire take control of the beautiful young woman. The sexual references may have been subtle, but they were always there. As a consenting adult submissive you can have those scary excited feelings right up until you orgasm."

That got Brenda's attention and made her want to know more. Communicating with other people with similar interests had a positive effect on Brenda. She remembered one of the first bits of advice she received. 

"If you really want to have fun as a slave, don't always do what you're told". 

That was so true, being an occasional disobedient slave had its rewards. Other advice like safe words and stated limitations were helpful in the beginning. She had since gone beyond that. She had given herself to Master, simple as that. He could do anything he wanted to with her, anything. That level of trust didn't come easy and it was a big responsibility for Master. He handled it well, Brenda had no complaints. 

Eventually Brenda became comfortable enough to start her own blog spot on the site. She used the web name luvBnaslave. She would describe her feelings and some of her meetings with Master. Eventually she started to offer advice to others. She was getting quite a following. At the direction of her Master, she started posting photos of her own about a year ago. No full face of pictures of course. 

Brenda logged on and checked her blog. She was still getting comments on the photos and brief description of her last meeting at the farm house with Master. He told her to post two of the photos he had taken of her. In the first photo she was standing with her hands tied above her head. Most of her face was blocked by her forearm in that photo, but the red ball gag in her mouth and the stub of red dildo poking out of her cunt were both clearly visible. 

The other photo was of her on the horse, taken from behind. The dildo still roped in her cunt and her ass bright red from Master's flogging. The comments from strangers was a big boost for Brenda's ego. Anonymous strangers saying things like "beautiful, sexy, hot, your Master is the luckiest guy in the world," always perked her up. 

It had been almost a month since that meeting with her Master. She had met him twice since then but neither of those meetings were as intense. 

Two weeks ago Master told Brenda to meet him behind an abandoned meat packing plant. There was an old loading dock that blocked the view from the road. Master handcuffed Brenda's hands behind her back, then bent her over the back of his patrol car and fucked her from behind. This was right near the top on the list of Brenda's favorite things. Brenda had the exact fantasy the first time she saw him in uniform. 

On Tuesday of last week, Master was in court all day for a trial. He told Brenda to meet him in the stairwell of the parking garage next to the courthouse during the lunch recess. She sucked his cock just before he had to return to court. 

Brenda sighed with disappointment. The last day of school was at the end of next week. With the kids out of school for the summer it would be much more difficult for impromptu meetings with Master. They would still meet, but Brenda knew it would be less often and would require more planning. 

Brenda surfed through the forums for a while, then took a look at the blog spot for her old friend slavesuzi. Brenda was surprised at the latest post. Slavesuzi had never posted anything indicating she was attracted to women, but today there was something different. She was describing an encounter with female Domme named Mistress Juliana. 

She described the encounter in great detail, including being fucked by Mistress J (slavesuzi's abbreviation) with a strap-on dildo. Brenda clicked on a link to a photo. There was slavesuzi bent over a desk with another woman fucking her from the behind with the strap-on. 

In the photo Slavesuzi was nude, Mistress J had on a black garter belt and stockings. Slavesuzi had her head turned so her face couldn't be seen, but Mistress J's face was clearly visible. Brenda had seen other photos of slavesuzi. She was a very cute, petite with small firm tits. Mistress J towered over her. She must have been 5ft 10in and had a powerful figure. Her tits were huge, DD or maybe E cup. 

Mistress J looked to be around 40 with blond hair and striking good looks. The strap-on was secured to the Mistress J's waist, upper legs and crotch with a leather harness. She had a firm grip on slavesuzi's hips. Slavesuzi had her arms stretched out in front of her holding the opposite edge of the desk. Imagining the hard fucking slavesuzi was getting in the photo made the tingling start to stir in Brenda's cunt. 

Oh...thought Brenda. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

She couldn't take her eyes off the photo. Brenda had never had sex with another woman, but she thought about it often. When she was younger she told herself she was a deviate for just thinking about it. As she got older she had become a little more open minded but still couldn't imagine herself in a sexual relationship with another woman. 

Since becoming so submissive to her Master she often thought about another woman forcing her to have sex. Today she was fantasizing about the two women in the photo. She started to imagine herself as slavesuzi. Brenda could almost feel the Domme gripping her hips and fucking her. Brenda realized her hand was between her legs, her fingers rubbing gently. 

Brenda picked up her smart phone and sent a text. 

"Master, may I please masturbate today?" 

She continued looking at the photo, not sure what she would do if Master said no. Her phone chimed, she opened the text message. 

"What would you fantasize about slave?"

Brenda wasn't sure what to do. She could say she would fantasize about him but she didn't want to lie. How could she explain that she was thinking about another woman? 

Brenda had an idea. She opened the internet connection on her smart phone and went to the subspace web page. Opening slavesuzi's blog spot she copied the link to the photo. After attaching the link to her text message, she sent it to Master with no other explanation. A second after she pressed the send button she wondered if she made a mistake. 

Will Master be angry? Brenda thought. Will he think I'm more attracted to a female Domme than to him?

Her phone chimed, she opened the message,

"Yes you may masturbate today slave. Use the glass dildo. Send me a photo." 

Brenda's heart skipped a beat and she felt a twinge in her cunt. She logged off private browsing and closed the browser. She jogged upstairs to the bedroom, closed the door, stripped off her clothes and threw them over the chair in the corner of the room. 

She went into the closet and pulled the brief case off the top shelf. Dialing in the combination, she unlocked and opened the case. 

There were several sex toys in the case, the glass dildo was the biggest. It was seven inches long, dark blue with a large round head. The shaft was covered with little nubs and bumps. The bottom had a large round plate that kept it from going all the way in her cunt. Holding the dildo in both hands so she could feel the nubs, she went back into the bedroom. 

Then Brenda remembered she had to take a photo. Tossing the dildo on the bed, she ran back downstairs to get her phone. She felt a little thrill at being naked going downstairs. With kids living at home it was rare to be without clothes. 

Back in the bedroom she closed the door and looked around, 

How am I going to get a photo of myself, she wondered. 

She already decided she wanted to be in the same position as slavesuzi. Brenda noticed the dresser was about the same height as a desk. Then she thought of the full length mirror on the wooden stand.

This will work, she thought. 

She cleared everything off the dresser and dragged the mirror from across the room. She set the angle on the mirror and then leaned over the dresser with her legs spread. She guessed she would hold the dildo in her right hand, so she held her phone in her left. 

It took several awkward attempts to snap a photo. After checking the photo, she wasn't happy with the angle so she adjusted the mirror and tried again. This time the angle was better. It showed her from the side and rear. Brenda was sure the dildo would be visible in her cunt. Pleased with her ingenuity, she left her phone on the dresser, and walked over to the bed. 

Brenda picked up the dildo and smiled thinking of the first time her husband showed it to her. 

"Say hello to my little friend," he said in his best Al Pacino/Scar face imitation. 

She remembered laughing out loud and Bill had to ssh her, the kids might hear. 

Brenda lay down on her stomach holding the dildo with both hands and looked at the dresser. 

What would Mistress Juliana do to me if she were here, she thought. 

Brenda closed her eyes and fondled the dildo. She imagined soft hands stroking the backs of her legs followed by sharp spanks on her ass. Brenda rolled over on her back and started to lick the dildo while she touched her tits. 

Mistress J's hands would surly touch me here, she thought. 

Brenda continued to fondle her tits while she put the head of the dildo in her mouth. She pinched her nipples one after the other feeling them harden under her touch. She ran her fingers over her stomach and thighs, then back to her tits, pinching her nipples a little harder. Brenda sucked and licked the dildo while she imagined Mistress J forcing her to suck the strap-on.

Brenda started squeezing her tits roughly now, imagining Mistress J disciplining her. She thought of Mistress J's big tits. Brenda tired to imagine having those tits rubbed in her face and Mistress J ordering her to suck them. 

Brenda's hand moved to down her body to her cunt. Her fingers slipped in easily and she felt the familiar wet smoothness. After rubbing and pinching her cunt lips, she stuck two fingers into as far as she could reach. Fingering her cunt, Brenda imagined it was Mistress J violating her. 

After a while Brenda slid her fingers out and spread her cunt lips. Taking the dildo out of her mouth, she slipped it between her legs. She rubbed the smooth glass head up and down her clit enjoying sensation.

Brenda imagined Mistress J squatting over her. Keeping her eyes tightly closed, she imagined what it would be like looking up at the other woman's cunt. She thought of Mistress J slowly lowering her cunt to her face. Brenda moved her wet fingers to mouth in and spread them in a narrow V. Smelling and tasting her juices, she imagined her fingers were Mistress J's cunt lips. 

Brenda licked and sucked her fingers fantasizing about being forced to eat another woman. She rubbed the nubs of the dildo across her clit and savored the sensation. She rotated her hips and stuck the head of the dildo inside her. Sticking the tip of her fingertip in her mouth she sucked and licked it imagining it was the Mistress J's clit. Brenda continued her self pleasure until she felt her orgasm nearing. 

She could almost hear the Mistress J ordering, "EAT ME SLAVE." 

Brenda let out a long sigh as her orgasm flowed through her. Holding the dildo in her cunt, she let her fingers slip from her mouth. She took a few minutes to enjoying the warm afterglow but knew she wasn't finished. She pulled the dildo out and rolled over on her stomach. Looking at the dresser, she started getting excited again. 

Brenda rolled off the bed and walked over to the dresser. Standing with her legs spread, she bent over slightly she put her left palm flat on the dresser. Brenda stuck the dildo in her mouth tasting the sticky sweetness of her cum. She mouthed the dildo mixing her saliva with her cum to make sure it was well lubed. 

Holding it by the round base, she slipped the dildo between her legs and started to rub it up and down her slit. With long slow strokes, she used the head and nubs on the shaft to massage her clit and cunt lips. 

She continued the long strokes and added some rotation. The nubs rubbing against her clit were having the desired effect. Her cunt was alive with sensations again. She stroked faster and faster. Thinking of Mistress J, she bent all the way over, flattening her tits against the dresser, turned the dildo and rammed it in her cunt. She gasped at the pleasurable intrusion. 

Gripping the dildo tightly by the base, she pumped it in and out of her cunt. Brenda imagined Mistress J fucking her with the strap-on, gripping her hips and, pounding her against the dresser. Feeling her orgasm near, she rammed the dildo in and out of her cunt in a frenzy. She came with the image of Mistress J burned in her imagination. 

After her orgasm, Brenda felt weak in the knees. She started to slip the dildo out of her soaking cunt but stopped when she remembered the photo. Holding the dildo with her right hand she picked up her phone with her left hand and snapped several pictures. 

Handling the phone this way seemed even more awkward than when she had taken the practice shots. When she was done she felt exhausted and lay on the bed. 

After a few minutes Brenda checked the photos on her phone. She started by deleting the practice photos she took while setting up the mirror. Of the four action photos, one was out of focus, one was at a poor angle, two were not bad. She picked the better of the two and deleted the rest. 

Looking at the photo she was surprised at how erotic it looked. Her face was almost completely hidden behind the phone as she snapped the photo. She hadn't realized she was standing on her tip toes, her ass was arched up higher than her back as she leaned over the dresser. Her tight grip on the dildo was obvious, as was the dark blue color contrast against her white skin. 

Addressing the photo to her Master, she got a little thrill when she hit the send button. 

Hope you like it, she thought. 

The reply came back in 5 minutes. 

"Very nice slave, post the photo on your blog." 

She lay there thinking of her relationship with her Master and husband. She wouldn't change anything.

She sighed as she thought, Back to reality. 

Brenda cleaned herself up and washed off the dildo. After making sure all the toys were back in the brief case, she locked it and put the case back on the shelf. She straightened up the bedroom and got dressed. It was almost time to pick up the kids and she had a photo to post. She couldn't wait to read the comments from this blog entry. "Master let me masturbate today."

Later that evening Brenda used her online identity, luvBnaslave, to send a personal message to slavesuzi. Brenda told her how much her photo had turned her on. She even described how her Master ordered her to take the photo of herself masturbating and post it on her own blog. Slavesuzi replied to her PM commenting on Brenda's photo and giving her a little more information about her encounter with Mistress J. 

Her master had ordered her to submit to Mistress J. He had not participated but watched and took video. The photo on her blog was a frame shot from the video. Slavesuzi described being fucked by Mistress J while her Master watched as, "FABULOUS!"

Weekend in Vegas Ch. 02



Monday, 12 days later

It was almost two weeks later and Brenda kept daydreaming about Mistress J. She wondered if she would ever get a chance to see slavesuzi's video. She really wanted to. Brenda was distracted from any thought of Mistress J when she received a text. 

"Slave, we're going to Las Vegas on Friday, returning on the Sunday afternoon. Meet me at the American Airlines ticket counter at 1000 AM sharp. I'll tell you what you may bring on Thursday." 

The text made Brenda's heart race. She had never gone away with Master before. All of their meetings had been nearby. Most were at the farmhouse. The others were at hotels and other places where no one could see them. None of the meetings had lasted more than a few hours. 

Three days and two nights with Master, what would that be like? Their meetings could be very intense. She flashed back to their meeting at the farm house, by far the most intense yet. Could she handle that for days at a time? She didn't know the answer, but she wanted find out.

Friday was only 4 days away. Brenda called her sister, Wendy, to see if she could take care of the kids for the weekend. She tried to think up a story for Wendy when it dawned on her that keeping it simple was best. 

"Bill and I are going to Las Vegas for the weekend. Can you take the kids?" 

Wendy agreed immediately. Since the kids were out of school for the summer it really wasn't much of a problem for her to take care of them for a few days. 

Brenda was excited about the trip. She and Bill had been to Vegas a few times but not since the kids were born, a long time. She started thinking about what she should wear when it occurred to her that she may not have a choice. Master wouldn't tell her until Thursday. Brenda made some mental notes of what she could wear on the trip to please Master. 



Thursday Morning

"Slave, you may bring along whatever cosmetics, bath and personal items you wish. Dress comfortably in your normal clothes for the plane ride. You may bring nothing else."

Brenda stared at the screen and read the text over and over. Was she going to have to wear the same outfit all weekend? She realized the message said her normal clothes were for the plane ride. Was she going to be nude the rest of the time? She knew better than to question Master. In the end she resigned herself, she was going to do whatever Master told her to do anyway. This would be the easiest trip to pack for she had ever been on. 

Friday Morning

Everybody in the house was up early. Bill was up first, showering and getting breakfast for the kids. Brenda showered and made it downstairs about the same time the kids were done eating. Bill sent them back to their rooms to get dressed. Brenda was able to eat undisturbed while Bill finished getting the kids ready to go. 

When Brenda finished eating Bill came back downstairs. He unexpectedly kissed her on the cheek and said, "I have to go. See you later," and walked out. 

Brenda was surprised but recovered quickly. She had to get dressed if she was going to get the kids to Wendy's place and then make it to the airport on time.

Brenda decided 'dress normally' meant just that, so she started with her bra and panties. She flashed back to her meeting with Master at the farm house. She bought the bra and thong for that meeting on sale at Walmart. Knowing she was wearing them without permission she assumed they probably would not survive the day. Master had torn her panties off her before her but never cut them off with a knife. 

Disobedient slaves really do have more fun, she thought whimsically. Brenda had to snap herself back from those thoughts. "Focus," she said to herself. 

She dressed in a skirt and tank-top. Finishing off the outfit with a loose, long-sleeved blouse she wore like a jacket. It was going to be hot in Vegas and this would be perfectly appropriate. She put on her favorite wedge high heel sandals. It occurred to her she wore the same shoes to the farm house. 

I wonder if that's just a coincidence, she thought. 

Brenda drove to Wendy's house to drop off the kids. Wendy asked where Bill was. She told her something came up about a case and he had to stop by work this morning. They were short on time so he would meet her at the airport. After a quick goodbye, Brenda drove to off to meet her Master. 

As usual at this time of day, traffic was a mess. Brenda kept checking her watch and fretting that she would be late. Finding a spot in long term parking was not difficult but it was a long walk to the terminal. She planned being 10 minutes early. Good thing because she arrived exactly at 10:00 to see her Master waiting. 

"Hello Master," Brenda said excitedly. 

"Hello Slave." 

He smiled as he took her hand guiding her towards the check in counter. Brenda was elated, she had so been looking forward to taking this trip with her Master. She didn't know what to expect. Her luggage consisted of a small bag that she planned to check because it contained her cosmetics and bath items. Since airport security was still obsessed with liquids she didn't want the hassle of having it screened. 

She was going away for the weekend without a change of clothing. Not knowing if she would be naked for two days weighed heavily on her mind. It led to some wild fantasies as well. Now they were finally on their way. 

The one hour flight went smoothly. They looked like any other casually dressed couple on a weekend getaway. Brenda addressed him as Master, he addressed her as slave, but neither did it overtly. As far as Brenda could tell no one overheard. When the plane arrived in Las Vegas they walked into the terminal and Master pulled Brenda aside.

Reaching into his hand carry bag he took out a white plastic shopping bag and handed it to Brenda. 

"This is your outfit for this afternoon, slave. Go in the ladies room and put it on. I'll meet you at baggage claim." 

Brenda replied appropriately, "Yes Master". 

He turned and walked away without looking back. Brenda found a rest room. Going into an empty stall she closed and locked the door behind her.

Brenda opened the bag and looked inside. She took out a pale green sleeveless dress made of light synthetic material. Holding it up the first thing she thought was, What a pretty color. The second thing she thought was, There's not much to it. 

The bag was empty. Brenda knew right away that the straps on the bra she was wearing would not work with the dress. 

Doesn't matter, she thought. Any underwear she would be allowed to wear would be in the bag.

Brenda took off all her clothes, stepped into the dress and pulled it up over her hips. The sleeveless dress was snug around her waist and bust with a loose flowing skirt that was very short. The neckline was low, about one inch above her nipples. The dress had two spaghetti straps that went over each shoulder and crossed in the back. She put her other clothes into the plastic bag, stepped out of the stall and went to look at herself in the mirror. 

Her first impression was the dress looked good on her but it was very reveling. She was showing a great deal of cleavage. The thin, fabric was skin tight. Brenda's tits and nipples were clearly outlined under the stretchy material. She smoothed down the sides of the loose skirt and turned around. 

The dress covered about half of her back. The hem line was above mid thigh. She was more than a little apprehensive about wearing the dress in public but felt a little thrill as well. When she turned around and faced the mirror it looked like her nipples were a little more visible.

Brenda picked up her purse and the plastic bag that contained her clothing. When Brenda turned toward the door, she saw woman about her age dressed in slacks and a baggy blouse. The woman was looking at Brenda's body. The woman suddenly looked up and made they made eye contact. The woman seemed to be embarrassed and quickly looked away. 

Brenda had no way of knowing what the woman was thinking. She decided the woman wanted to look like her but didn't have the nerve. This gave Brenda a big boost of confidence as she walked out of the rest room. 

Brenda felt like she was walking above the clouds. She was going to meet her Master in one of the most exciting cities in the world. She walked with a purposeful gate, her head up, ignoring everyone around her. The brisk pace in her high heeled sandals made her tits bounce with each step. She knew the dress just barely covered her naked ass and cunt. The feeling thrilled her. She couldn't wait for her Master to see her in the dress he selected for her. 

The baggage claim area was mobbed. People were crowded everywhere. She looked for Master but couldn't find him. Brenda started to get anxious, it felt like the crowd was closing in on her. Finally she saw him. He had picked up their luggage and was looking around, searching the crowd. 

Brenda waved and started walking toward him but was held up by people who seemed moving in every direction. She watched as Master turned and started walking away from her. 

Brenda felt a little panic and yelled, "Wait..." 

She hesitated because she almost called out Master in the crowded airport. 

Finally she yelled, "Bill!" 

She felt better when she saw him stop and turn around. Brenda ran to him but stopped short when she saw the stern look on his face. 

He stepped toward Brenda closing the distance between them.

"What did you say slave?" 

Brenda stood frozen, her eyes wide, mouth open in a small O. For a moment she couldn't speak. 

"Mm...Master..I'm sorry...you were walking away, and...I was just trying to get your attention"

"You have my attention now slave," he said slowly. "There are two ways for you to address me slave. Have you forgotten?" 

Brenda held his gaze for a moment, then looked down. "No sir."

"We'll discuss this later." 

Brenda felt a little shiver run through her body. She knew what that meant. 

He took the shopping bag from her hand and put it on his roller bag. Holding her by the elbow, he guided her toward the door and said, "Come slave." 

Brenda followed in silence. They walked out the door toward the taxi. Once outside, Brenda immediately felt the desert heat, and then the desert wind. A gust came through that blew her skirt up. She immediately used the palms of both hands to press it down against her thighs. Brenda felt Master's grip on her elbow pull her up short. 

"Let go of the skirt slave." 

In shocked disbelief Brenda said, "But Master..."

His grip tightened on her arm. Looking straight into her eyes he said, "Must I repeat myself slave?" 

Brenda was shaken. She released the dress and held her hands a few inches away from her thighs. She could feel the skirt start to blow about in the wind but she didn't touch it again. 

"For the rest of this weekend you are forbidden from touching the hem of your skirt in public without permission. Is that understood slave?" 

Brenda's heart raced thinking of the implications. Finally in a small voice she replied, "Yes Sir." 

"Am I going to have to repeat myself on this point slave?" he asked in a threatening tone. 

"No Sir," Brenda replied quickly. 

Master guided Brenda toward a cab waiting at the curb. The driver standing by the open rear door stared wide eyed at the approaching couple. Brenda felt her dress whipping about and the hot air flowing around her ass and cunt. By the look on the driver's face she could tell she was completely exposed. Brenda's humiliation couldn't have been any worse. 

The cab was an older model Lincoln Town Car which was typical for Las Vegas. The cab drivers wanted everyone to feel like a High Roller. High Rollers tip better. Master guided Brenda to the open door and she slid onto the seat as quickly as she could. Brenda's dress rode up and over the top of her thighs. She could feel the worn leather seat on her bare ass. The driver watched her every move and continued to stare after she was seated. 

Master distracted the driver by saying, "Hey." Then gesturing toward the suitcases he added, "The luggage?" 

The driver blinked and actually shook his head saying loudly, "Oh...yes sir. Right away." 

The driver promptly picked up the bags and placed them in the trunk. Master smiled to himself while he walked around the car getting in on the left side.

The driver got behind the wheel and looked in the mirror. "Where to sir?"

"Caesars Palace."

"Oh, good choice sir, my favorite on the strip." The driver tried to make some small talk which didn't get a response from his passengers.

As they drove away from the airport, Brenda leaned over and said quietly, 

"Master I'm so sorry. Back there at the airport, I'm trying to be good. Really" 

He looked into her eyes and replied quietly, "Slave, stop trying so hard." 

He gently rested his hand on her bare thigh. Her legs were held tightly together and he could feel the tension in her muscles. 

"Relax slave, we're here to have a good time." 

Master gently stroked her inner thighs. Brenda started to relax her leg muscles. Then Master gently nudged her right thigh away from her left. 

Brenda's relaxed her body a little more when she felt her Master's hand move up her inner thigh and gently touch the skin next to her cunt. He ran his fingers above her cunt and then down the other side. Brenda's sighed and spread her legs a little more. He gently stroked his index and middle fingers up and down on either side of her slit. 

Brenda looked up and saw the cab driver adjusting the rear view mirror trying to get a better look into the rear seat. 

She heard her Master's authoritative voice, "Why don't you watch the road and maybe we'll make to the hotel alive!"

"Oh...yes sir," the driver said sheepishly and looked forward. 

Brenda giggled, squeezed her Master's arm and spread her legs a little more. 

Friday Afternoon

They arrived at Caesars at 3:15. As soon as the cab stopped, a young doorman opened the rear door and was rewarded with a view of Brenda with the hem of her dress riding up above her thighs. Brenda knew there would be no graceful way to get out of the car so she just slid out as quickly as possible. 

She could tell by the look on the doorman's face that he had a clear view of her cunt as she stepped out of the cab. Once she stood up the hem of the dress fell down into place and covered her. The arrival area was protected from most of the afternoon wind. Brenda sensed the light breeze and gave a sigh of relief. 

In an enthusiast voice the doorman said, "Welcome to Caesars Palace ma'am!" 

Master paid the cab driver while a bellman retrieved the luggage from the trunk. Master took Brenda's hand and they walked into reception. It was crowded and they had to wait in line to check in. 

Brenda spent some time looking around at the other guests. There were many people who looked like the quintessential tourists, middle age, dressed in clothes that had been on lots of vacations. But Brenda noticed there were a lot of attractive people dressed nicely in resort style outfits. 

Brenda couldn't help but notice many of the women were dressed in a way to attract attention. There were a fair number of short-shorts, mini skirts and lots of cleavage. Brenda started to feel a little more comfortable wearing the dress Master had chosen. She liked how she felt and couldn't help giving Master's hand a squeeze.

As Master was checking in, Brenda thought about how she had exposed herself in front of the cab driver and doorman. She had lots of photos on her internet blog spot that were much more revealing but there was a big difference in person. 

Brenda liked the comments she received from people who saw her blog photos. She was embarrassed about the men seeing her today, but when she remembered the looks on their faces she felt less embarrassed and a little excited. She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice Master standing next to her until he touched her arm.

"Slave?"

Brenda snapped out of her thoughts. "Oh, yes Sir." 

A Bellman escorted Master and Brenda to their room. The Bellman performed his duties, carrying their bags, unlocking the door, opening the drapes, showing Master the AC controls and pointing out the mini bar. After receiving his tip, the Bellman handed Master the room key and closed the door behind him. 

Brenda stood on the balcony looking at the view. The balcony was on the shady side of the building so even thought it was hot it was not oppressive. A light breeze was blowing her skirt slightly. Brenda liked the feeling of the skirt moving over her ass and the warm air circulating between her legs. 

Master embraced her from behind. Brenda responded by wiggling back toward him then stood still enjoying the moment. 

Brenda sighed. "Master, I know at some point we have to discuss my behavior at the airport. Can we do it now so that I can put it behind me?" 

Still facing her back, he smiled and said, "Yes slave, now is a good time to take care of that. Go inside and prepare." 

Releasing his embrace, Brenda turned and walked inside without looking at her Master. He waited a few minutes looking at the city skyline then followed her into the room. 

Brenda was nude, kneeling on the floor in the middle of the room facing the patio door. Her knees were parted, hands behind her back, eyes cast down to the floor. Master knew each hand would be grasping to opposite wrist behind her back, just as she had been trained. 

He walked to the couch and sat down. Brenda was now facing away from him at a 90 degree angle. Master snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor in front of him. Brenda broke her position and crawled to her Master on hands and knees. When she was directly in front of him she resumed her kneeling position. 

He paused a moment then said, "Is there something you wish to say to me slave?"

"Yes Master. I'm so sorry about my behavior at the airport this afternoon. I have no excuse but may I please try to explain what happened?"

"Go ahead slave."

"Master I couldn't find you at the airport, I looked everywhere but there were so many people. I was afraid something had happened and I felt lost in the crowd. When I finally saw you I was so relieved, but you were walking away. I tried to get your attention, but I was afraid... to yell, Master...with all the people around. And then...please forgive me Master"

He could see her eyes were tearing up. "Do you really think I would abandon you slave?"

"Oh, no Master, but I was just...I didn't know what to do."

"You also questioned my instructions. Should I have to repeat myself?"

"No Sir. It's just that, this is all so different than anything we've done before. We were in public, and...I'm not used to showing...myself."

After a minute he broke the silence by saying, "I understand slave, but surely you understand these kind of transgressions cannot go unpunished" 

"Yes sir, I understand."

"Stand up slave" 

When Brenda was standing he said, "Come here", and patted his knee. 

Brenda's breathed in sharply at the thought of an over the knee spanking. She positioned herself on his lap in the traditional way. Her head was to his left, her legs stretched out on one end of the couch. She laid her head on her forearms. 

This position was very familiar to Brenda. Her mind flashed back to the first time she received discipline from her Master. That was when it was all new to both of them. Neither really knew what to do but he had put her over his knees and spanked her. 

She loved the feeling of being controlled by him and their journey began. Since then Master had become an expert at disciplining her. She knew that an over the knee spanking would be mild compared to what he was capable of. She trembled in anticipation. 

Master gently stroked Brenda's hair away from the side of her face. Resting his left palm on the middle of her back, he gently stroked his right hand down her back to her ass. He stroked her ass and upper thighs, first with his palm, then with the backs of his fingers.




Weekend in Vegas Ch. 02



"I'm going spank you twenty times slave," He said. "You will count each one. When I spank you the first time you will say, one and Master. On the second you will you will say, two and Sir. You will continue to count alternating between Master and Sir until you reach twenty. Do you understand slave?" 

Brenda nodded her head in reply. 

SMAAACK! 

The first spank took Brenda by surprise. Her head jerked up from her forearms. "OOHH!...One Master" He ran his fingertips down her thigh gently and paused.

SMAAACK! This time on the other ass cheek. 

"AH..Two Sir!" Brenda called out and put her face down between her forearms. 

He continued this way, pausing between spanks to gently stroke her ass and thighs. Brenda loved it when Master paused like this. It gave her time to for the burning sting to fade to the warm tingling feeling that she truly enjoyed. 

SMAACK! 

"Seven Master!" 

It occurred to Brenda she had no idea how many times she had been in this position. Most of the time it was a prelude to a harsher punishment and she relished it as a warm up. Master had a way of cupping his hand slightly with his fingers and thumb held tightly together. Holding his hand this way seemed to focus the energy on her skin and made the sound louder. 

SMACK! 

"Fourteen Sir!" Brenda's voice was becoming strained, she was short of breath. 

She briefly thought of intentionally miscounting, knowing that Master would make her start over again. It wouldn't be the first time she did that but decided against it today. The pause between strikes was getting shorter now. Brenda felt no relief from the burning sting. 

SMACK! 

"Nineteen Master!" 

Brenda was gripping the edge of the couch with her fingers. Her ankles were crossed and she bent her lower legs up at the knees. Her head was up, face toward the ceiling. She squirmed her ass up to meet the last spank 

SMACK! 

"Twenty Sir!" 

Brenda let out a long breathe and began to relax. Master gently stroked her ass and thighs. He gazed at the glowing pink skin, enjoying the feeling of warmth under his hand. 

Brenda lay her head on her arms and felt the tension leaving her body. She didn't realize how much stress she had been under. She thought of the anticipation building up to the trip. Not knowing what to bring, then being told she could bring no clothing. She thought of the hectic morning taking the kids to her sister's house, then rushing to the airport. She thought about the flight and everything that had happened once they arrived in Las Vegas. 

She felt like all that stress had been relieved under her Master's firm hand. Neither of them spoke for several minutes, then Brenda said, 

"Thank you, Master. I'm so glad this is behind us. I feel so much better now. I really want us to enjoy our weekend together." 

"You can get up now slave." 

Brenda got up and stood in front of her master. She brushed her fingers over her ass, feeling the tenderness and warmth. 

"Slave, it's getting late and we still have some things to do this afternoon. I want you to get ready to go out. We're going shopping. We're going to dinner and show tonight and you'll need a new dress."

Brenda's face lit up with excitement, "Really Sir?" 

Master smiled, "Yes, really slave." 

Brenda turned and started for the bathroom. After two steps she stopped and turned around. 

"Because of ...what I did at the airport...I never had a chance to tell you. I really like the dress you bought for me, it's such a pretty green. Thank you so much Master"

"Your welcome slave. Now go get ready, we really have to go." He watched her turn toward the bathroom. Her pink ass swayed delightfully as she walked. 

Brenda applied moisturizer to the tender skin on her ass. She could tell right away the punishment had been symbolic. Brenda was up for a little spanking just about any time and she had enjoyed this one. After touching up her makeup she put on her dress and shoes. Coming out of the bathroom she met her master in the middle of the room with a hug. 

"I'm ready Sir." Brenda surprised herself at how much she sounded like a little girl. 

They rode the elevator downstairs and emerged into the noise and bustle of the casino. Even in the afternoon it was alive with lights, sound and people. Brenda held her Master's arm as they walked through the crowd. Brenda could feel the afterglow of her spanking as her skirt flowed back and forth lightly caressing her bare ass. She never felt so sexy and alive. 

They wandered through the casino eventually finding the Will Call desk. Master picked up their tickets for the Celine Dion show that evening. Brenda was excited about seeing the singer in person. 

After leaving the Will Call, they followed the signs to the 'Forum' shopping area. They stopped to look at the directory to locate the women's apparel shops. 

Just for fun, Brenda bent over at the waist a little while looking at the directory. She imagined her skirt riding up the backs of her thighs and men looking. She suddenly felt ashamed and stood up abruptly. 

Why did I do that, she wondered. She glanced at Master but he didn't seem to notice. 

They located a dress shop, looked at some of the dresses on display in the window and went inside. This was the first time Brenda had been taken shopping as a slave and was surprised at how Master took charge. He told the clerk they were looking for a black cocktail dress and instructed her not to show them anything with a hem below the knee or with a high neckline. 

The clerk showed them several dresses. Brenda remained silent while Master picked out two for Brenda to try on. The first had puffy sleeves, a shallow V neckline, the hemline was about three inches above the knee. 

Brenda tried on the dress and walked out of the dressing room. 

Master took one look and said, "No, I don't think so." 

Without saying a word, Brenda went back into the dressing room to try the other dress. 

The second dress looked great on Brenda. The dress was made of a synthetic material. It was form fitting on her body and showed off her figure well. The neckline was straight from side to side and very low showing a lot of cleavage. A sheer black nylon material went from the neckline to the base of her neck, over the shoulders and covered both arms to her wrists. The effect was an elegant long sleeve dress that concealed very little. 

The hemline was about mid thigh or slightly shorter. When Brenda turned around, Master could see the sheer material closed with a single button at the back of the neck, leaving a teardrop hole down between Brenda's shoulder blades to the a zipper that closed the back of the dress. 

"Perfect, we'll take it," Master said. 

The clerk didn't know what to think, she had never sold a dress to a woman who didn't voice an opinion about whether or not she liked it. The confused clerk rang up the sale and watched the couple leave the store. 

They walked and window shopped until they came to another women's store that advertised, 'Club Wear'. 

"In here slave, we need to find another outfit for you," Master said as he guided her into the store. 

Once inside Brenda could see the merchandise this store was very different. All the clothes were very skimpy and revealing. Brenda followed Master as he walked through the displays. When he found a display of white mini-dresses he began to look more closely. 

Brenda saw the dresses he was looking at and couldn't believe her eyes. The dresses looked like something that she might wear as a cover up for her swim suit at the beach. A young clerk came over and asked if they needed help. 

Master took charge again saying, "We're looking for a white mini-dress that probably will only be worn in Vegas. Do you know what I mean?" 

The clerk smiled and said, "Oh for sure, I know exactly what you mean." 

"We were thinking of a white halter dress, low V neckline and short. Can you show us something like that?" 

"Oh yea," the clerk said, "We have just the thing right here." 

The clerk looked through the display of dresses that Master had been looking at, pulled out one and held it up. The dress looked very small on the hanger. It had draped material that formed a deep V neckline. The back was very low. The material in the front of the skirt was flat. The back of the skirt was bunched up in horizontal folds with a vertical seam running up the center. Master felt the material. 

"What kind of material is that?"

It's called scrunched," she replied. "It holds the skirt tight on the hips and looks really sexy."

Taking the dress from the clerk, Master turned to Brenda, "I think you should try this one on." 

Brenda said nothing, took the dress from her Master and let the clerk escort her to the dressing room. Once inside she tried on the dress and looked in the mirror. 

She couldn't believe how little there was to the dress. The open V in front was very wide exposing both sides of her tits almost to the nipples. The bottom of the V closed two inches below her navel. The hemline was right at the top of her thighs. 

She turned around and could see there was nothing covering her back. The waist line in the back was about two inches above her ass. The 'scrunched' material gathered the skirt around her ass snugly with a seam going up the middle, directly over her ass crack. 

No one could wear this in public, she thought. Not even in Vegas. 

Brenda walked out of the dressing room where Master waited with the clerk. 

The clerks face lit up as she said, "Awesome!" 

Master said, "You look fantastic, we'll take it."

Brenda went back into the dressing room, taking off the white dress she put on her green dress and looked in the mirror. The green dress was almost modest in comparison. 

After they left the store they walked until they found a shoe store. Master guided Brenda inside and looked at the display of high heels. He held up a pair of black stiletto pumps with thin ankle straps.

"These will look perfect with your black dress." 

A clerk appeared and after trying on two pair Brenda found the right size. When the clerk went to ring up the shoes Brenda noticed a display of handbags. 

"Master, may I pick out a handbag to go with the black dress?" 

"Of course you may slave." 

They walked to the handbag display and Brenda started to look. Then she said, "Master, what about shoes and a handbag for the white dress?" 

"I've taken care of the shoes, slave. You won't need a handbag slave when your wearing the white dress," was all he said. 

Brenda picked out a small black handbag. Master paid and they left the store.

"Just one more stop, slave," Master said as he guided her to another shop. "You're going to need stockings to go with your black dress." 

They went into a lingerie shop and were greeted by a smartly dressed woman who looked to be in her mid 50's. 

"Good afternoon," she said in a heavy French accent. "I am Madam Claudette (pronouncing "madam' with a long A, in the European fashion). "How may I help you?" 

Once again, Master took control. "We have a special evening planned. The lady requires stockings to go with a black cocktail dress. I think black full fashioned stockings would be best, also a garter belt, preferably a six strap." 

Madam Claudette looked over Brenda and said, "Oh yes, we have just what you are looking for. I see you have been shopping. Do you have the dress with you?"

"Yes we do." Master held the shopping bag open for Brenda. She took the black dress out of the bag and held it in front of her for Madam Claudette to see. 

"Oh my, what a beautiful dress. I know just what you need." She turning toward Master. "If the gentleman will excuse us, I must take the lady to the fitting room." Turning back to Brenda, "Come along my dear." 

Brenda turned to her Master, he smiled and nodded his head. "I spotted a mens shop, I'll meet you back her shortly." He handed the shopping bag to Brenda, turned and walked away. 

Brenda followed Madam Claudette into a small private room decorated with beautiful antique furniture. After taking her measurements, they went into the shop to the stocking display. 

All the while Madam Claudette talked to Brenda in her heavy French accent. "My dear, it is going to be my pleasure to help you. You have such a lovely figure. Classic lingerie is made for a woman with a figure like yours." 

She began picking out several sets of stockings in different styles and colors. They went to the garter belt display and again Madam Claudette picked out several garter belts that were similar in style and all black. She picked out a few matching strapless bras in different styles and sizes. 

The entire time Madam Claudette never stopped talking. She described the selections, the advantages and disadvantages of each. Several times she told Brenda how wonderful she would look. 

Brenda asked questions about some of the garments. Madam Claudette was very responsive and personable. Brenda couldn't help but like her. By the time they returned to the fitting room Brenda felt very comfortable with her. 

Madam Claudette laid out each of the items on a display table in sets, bra, garter belt and stockings. She described in great detail how a garter belt should be worn about her natural waist and not down low like hip hiphuggers. 

Brenda picked up a garter belt and held it up to her waist. It was black lace and very pretty. While she looked at herself in the mirror Madam Claudette stood behind her.

"Yes lovely, and of course we have the matching panty in thong or full cut, whichever you prefer." 

"Oh, Master doesn't allow me to wear pan..." 

Brenda couldn't believe what she had blurted out. She shifted her gaze in the mirror to Madam Claudette's reflection looking straight into her eyes. Brenda looked down. Not knowing what else to do, she said, "Um, panties." 

"Ah, so you're a submissive then?" 

"Yes madam," Brenda replied. 

Then without knowing why she added, "I'm, a slave." 

Brenda was shaken, this was the first time she had admitted to anyone in person that she was a submissive, a slave. She made the admission to a woman she barely knew. 

Madam Claudette saw Brenda's down cast eyes. She could tell from Brenda's voice that she had not intended to make the admission. She put her hands on Brenda's shoulders and gently turned her away from the mirror until they were face to face. 

"My dear, you'll find no one making judgments here. Surely you know that most women want to be submissive at least some of the time. What do you think keeps me in business here? Many women will deny it, but at some point we all want to be taken by men. Very few women explore their submissive side thoroughly. I pity them, they don't know what they are missing" 

Brenda looked into Madam Claudette eyes. "You mean, you?" 

Madam Claudette smiled, "Oh yes, I have had submissive relationships with men. I found it very fulfilling." 

Brenda smiled and said, "Oh yes Madam, I've been fulfilled too." 

They both laughed, Brenda felt like she was talking to an old friend. 

Madam Claudette said, "Now let's try on some lingerie, shall we? Take off your dress." 

Brenda hesitated, "Madam, I'm not wearing anything under my dress." 

"Of course you're not. Now take off the dress."

Brenda took off her dress and stood naked in front of Madam Claudette. She immediately started talking non-stop while helping Brenda try on the lingerie. Madam Claudette noticed Brenda's rosy ass cheeks and smiled to herself. 

They settled on an eight strap garter belt and matching strapless bra. The bra was very low cut, barely covering her nipples. It lifted Brenda's tits and displayed them proudly. Brenda could tell it would have a great effect under the sheer material on her new dress. 

Brenda voiced her concern that the dress would be too short to wear with stockings. Madam Claudette told her she had many different stocking sizes to choose from and it would not be a problem. At last Brenda was looking at herself in the mirror wearing beautiful black lingerie with tan, back-seamed stockings.

The stockings were very long, coming right to the top of her thighs. The top of garter belt fit around Brenda's waist over her navel. The front of the belt was about seven inches long and covered Brenda's abdomen to an inch above her cunt. 

The straps on the garter belt were too long to hold up the stockings. Madam Claudette told her she would have the straps shortened and the belt would be ready in 30 minutes. 

"My dear, I know your Master doesn't like you to wear panties but I have something I think you should try." 

Madam Claudette produced a pair of black full cut panties that were completely sheer front and back. She had Brenda try them on. The waist line of the panties matched the waist line of the garter belt. The full cut style covered Brenda from the waist line to the leg openings just above the stocking tops.

Although the panties were black, they were as sheer as nylon stockings. The garter belt, as well as all of Brenda's anatomy, were clearly visible through the transparent material.

"Oh my dear, you look stunning." 

"Madam, I'm not sure how Master will react to the panties or the bra for that matter. He can be very strict." 

In the mirror, Brenda saw Madam Claudette glance at Brenda's pink ass cheeks.

"Oh, I can imagine your Master must be very strict with you," she said. 

Brenda blushed and giggled.

"I'll speak to your Master. Leave it to me."

"Yes Madam." Brenda realized she was becoming submissive to the older woman. 

As Brenda started to get undressed Madam Claudette asked "Do you have something else in your shopping bag my dear?"

"Yes Madam, it's another dress."

"Try it on, let me see what I can do with it." 

Brenda took off all of the lingerie, handing it to Madam Claudette. As Madam was folding and wrapping the lingerie Brenda took out the white dress out of the shopping bag and put it on. Looking at herself in the mirror her heart sank as she thought about going out in pubic. 

Madam Claudette turned and looked at Brenda. "Oh my dear, I don't think you'll be wearing stockings with that dress."

Brenda looked at Madam Claudette in the mirror and said, "Oh Madam, I've never worn anything like this before. The green dress is so revealing, but this one...how can I wear it in public. What will I do?"

"Your Master bought this dress, Yes?" 

"Yes Madam."

"Well then, you will wear it when and where you are told to do so."

"Yes Madam," Brenda said as she looked down.

"My dear you look stunning in all three of these dresses. My god, in this dress you will make men faint and women will be green with envy. Don't you understand? Your Master wants to show off his beautiful slave. There are much worse things you know. Would you prefer to be ignored? And remember, you're in Las Vegas, it is impossible to be inappropriately dressed here." 

"You really think so?" 

"But of course I do. Now as for this dress, I have some very special panties you must try."

She walked into the other room and returned a moment later holding a pair of white lace panties. They were like nothing Brenda had ever seen. The waist band was about two inches wide and had a slight V pointing down in the middle. There was no fabric in the crotch, only two strands of pearls. 

Brenda stared at the panties and stammered, "Madam...what...how...?"

"They are called Pearl Panties, my dear. Genuine cultured pearls go between your legs, one strand on each side of your clitoris. They will look fabulous with your white dress. And when you walk, believe me it feels divine. Now change back into your green dress, your Master is waiting and I must have a talk with him." 

"Yes Madam."

As she walked out of the fitting room with Brenda's lingerie, Madam Claudette saw Master waiting and walked directly up to him.




Weekend in Vegas Ch. 02



"Ah the gentleman returns. Sorry to keep you waiting, but these things take time. Now there is something we must talk about. I know you object to your slave wearing certain under things but you simply must make an exception to the bra we have selected. It is perfect for the black dress you chose and will give your slave a decollete that will leave you breathless. I must insist that she be allowed to wear the bra with the dress. 

"In addition I have selected tan stockings to be worn with the black dress. I know you suggested black stockings but the tan will be much more sophisticated and highlight her lovely legs. Also I have chosen an eight strap garter belt rather than a six strap. She will need the eight straps to hold the stocking seams straight and this is very important. 

"Lastly I have selected panties that you must allow her to model. I'm certain you will be pleased. If you decide that your slave is not allowed to wear the panties then you are not the gentleman of good taste that I thought you were."

He stood there in silence staring at Madam Claudette. Not only because of the long speech about the lingerie but also because she had used 'slave' when referring to Brenda. 

Just then Brenda came out of the private fitting room and cheerfully said, "Hello Master." 

He looked to Brenda, then back at Madam Claudette. Finally he said, "Very well Madam."

Madam Claudette promised to deliver the altered garter belt and the rest of the lingerie to their room. As they were leaving, Madam Claudette shook hands and thanked Master addressing him as, Maitre. She then kissed Brenda on both cheeks. 

"Goodbye my dear, I hope you have a fulfilling evening." 

They both giggled like teenagers. 

As they walked away, Master was about to ask if Brenda what Madam Claudette meant by 'fulfilling'. Then Brenda took his arm and rubbed against him. He looked down the front of her dress at her nearly exposed tits. He saw her nipples standing out through the thin material of her dress. She was swinging her hips as she walked and seemed to be intentionally trying to flip the bottom of her skirt around. He lost his train of thought and didn't ask. 

Master leaned against the back of the car as they rode the elevator upstairs. Brenda wrapped her arms around his neck and they shared a kiss. Master lifted the back of Brenda's dress to her waist and stroked her ass. 

"So, you told Madam Claudette you were my slave?"

"Oh, yes Master I did. I didn't plan to, it just came out. Then we had a nice talk. I'm really glad I did, she's so nice, I really like her." Then she added apprehensively, "Is it all right Master?"

"Yes slave, its fine." They kissed again. 

They held their embrace as the car came to a stop on their floor and the doors opened. A young couple stood in front of the open door looking at Brenda's bare ass. The young woman cleared her throat in an impatient tone. 

Brenda released her Master's neck, turned around and said, "Oh...hello." 

They walked out of the car passed the speechless pair. While the young couple were stepping into the elevator they could hear Brenda and Master sharing a laugh as they disappeared around the corner. 

They arrived back in their room at 5:30. 

Master said, "We have dinner reservations at 7:00. I'm going to take a shower now, then you can have the bathroom, slave."

"Yes sir"

Master undressed and stepped into the bathroom. Brenda took off her dress and hung up all three dresses in the closet. She sat on the couch and turned on the TV. She flipped channels for a while, then heard a knock at the door. 

Assuming it was Madam Claudette delivering the lingerie, Brenda picked up Master's polo shirt and slipped it on. She opened the door and saw a bellman standing in the hall holding a shopping bag. 

The bellman stared at Brenda dressed only in the polo shirt a moment too long, swallowed and said, "I have a delivery from the lingerie shop downstairs."

"Oh sure, just a minute." Brenda turned around and looked for her Master's wallet. Seeing his pants on the floor she took the four steps needed to reach them and then hesitated for an instant. 

On an impulse she bent over at the waist with her knees straight. Instead of picking the pants up off the floor, she stayed in that position while she fished the billfold out of the rear pocket of the pants. 

Knowing the shirt was riding up exposing her ass and cunt to the Bellman gave Brenda a huge thrill. Taking $10 out of the billfold she stood up and walking back to the Bellman stepping a little firmer than she needed to so her tits would bounce. 

Brenda smiled and handed him the bill. 

The Bellman seemed out of breathe as he said, "Oh thank you ma'am." 

Brenda took the shopping bag and said, "Your very welcome." Then she closed the door. 

Brenda turned and leaned against the door feeling embarrassed. 

"What were you thinking?" she said out loud. 

The feeling quickly faded and the thrill returned. I hope I'm not going nuts, she thought. 

Brenda took off Master's shirt and hung up his clothes. She noticed his suitcase was still closed and wondered what was inside. She dared not look. Brenda waited on the couch until Master finished his shower. When he was done she took her cosmetics and the shopping bag of lingerie into the bathroom. 

Brenda ran a bath and enjoyed a long soak. She spent an extra long time washing her tits and cunt but rationalized that she was just washing and not masturbating. When she shaved she also took an extra long time around her cunt rationalizing that she was making sure she was smooth for Master and not enjoying the sensation of the razor slipping over her most sensitive area. 

When she was done shaving she continued to rub herself first with a wash cloth and then with her hands. Before she knew it she had slipped a finger between her cunt lips and touched her clit. Caressing the hard little bud, she felt a wave of pleasure. 

Taking her finger out of her cunt felt like the hardest thing she had ever done. Brenda knew she was treading on thin ice masturbating without permission. 

Brenda drained the tub, and then turned on the shower to wash her hair and rinse her body. She spent 45 minutes drying and curling her hair, putting on lotion, then makeup. Finally she took the lingerie out of the shopping bag and began to dress.

Master was sitting on the balcony enjoying the view with a glass of Jameson Irish Whiskey from the mini-bar.

Brenda quietly said, "Master?" 

Master turned and watched Brenda walk onto the balcony. She stood next to the rail dressed only the lingerie and heels. Brenda posed with her hands on her hips, one knee slightly bent in front of her other knee. 

The strapless bra barley covered her nipples and lifted her tits up provocatively. The garter belt was clearly visible through the sheer black panties. The garter straps held up the sheer tan stockings that came all the way to the top of her thighs. The black ankle straps on her high heels contrasted starkly against her stocking clad ankles. She stood there, hands on hips rotating her upper body back and forth slowly. 

"Would you like to see the back, Sir?" 

Brenda turned around. She smiled as she looked back over her shoulder at Master with her hands on her hips. She was the image of a pin up girl. 

He said nothing as he looked up and down her body. The stockings had pointed heels that tapered into the back-seams running up Brenda's legs. The tops of the stockings were so high they went up slightly around the curve of her ass. The stockings where held in place buy the firm grip of the four garter clasps on each leg. 

He could see every detail of her ass through the sheer panties. Brenda turned around and faced her Master. His eyes were drawn to the front of the garter belt and tops of her stockings that framed her cunt. The transparent material of the panties fit snugly between her legs pressing her shaved cunt lips together. A thin dark line was all that could be seen. 

"Master, are the bra and panties alright? I think they look nice."

"Yes slave. The bra and panties will be fine. You look lovely. Now put on your dress, it's almost time to go".

Brenda took her dress into the bathroom while her master finished getting dressed in his suit. After putting on her dress with the lingerie for the first time, she looked in the mirror. 

"Madam Claudette you were right about bra." Brenda said quietly. 

The front of the dress just covered the bra, her tits were pressed up against the sheer material showing lots of cleavage. When she ran her hands over her hips she could feel the garter belt and clasps. She looked in the mirror and saw that the garter straps and clasps made visible bumps through the tight fabric. She ran her hand around her thighs touching each of the bumps. The thought of Master felling the lingerie through her dress excited her.

The hem of the dress was short. It covered the tops of her stockings by a few inches. She realized she would have to be careful when she sat down but she was sure Master would be pleased. 

When she came out of the bathroom she saw her Master adjusting his tie in the mirror. 

As he turned to face her, Brenda said coyly, "Do I look aright Sir?" 

She turned around slowly smoothing the dress over her ass for her Master's benefit. When she was facing him again, she bent at the waist slightly and picked at an imaginary bit of lint from the hem line. Still bending over she looked up and saw her Master looking down the front of her dress, just what she was hoping for. She stood up straight and said nothing. 

"Slave, you have never looked more beautiful." 

As they were leaving the room Brenda saw Master put his miniature video camera in his jacket pocket. The thought of being photographed made her feel apprehensive and thrilled at the same time.

While they waited for the elevator, Brenda looked at their reflection in the full length mirrors that framed the doors. Master looked so strong and hansom in his gray suit, burgundy shirt and cream tie. She noticed the outline of her garter straps and clasps. The outline seemed to be more noticeable under the hallway florescent lights than they were in softer light of the hotel room. 

Apparently her Master noticed too. He ran his hand over her hip, across her ass and thigh. He paused on each strap, touching them with her fingertips. Brenda felt wonderful knowing her Master liked the way she looked.

Thinking of what he had in store for his slave brought a smile to Master's face.



Weekend in Vegas Ch. 03



Friday Evening

Brenda held her Master's arm as they walked through the casino. She noticed people looking at them. She felt wonderful wearing her new clothes. The tight dress over the garter belt and stockings made her feel sophisticated, feminine and sexy all at the same time. She imagined men looking at her back-seam stockings and it made her sway her hips a little more while she walked. She was so happy her Master had made this evening happen. 

Brenda was surprised when Master guided her to Restaurant Guy Savoy. It was one of the best restaurants in Las Vegas and had a reputation for being extremely expensive. The Maitre d' greeted them warmly and guided them to their table. The restaurant was as plush as anything Brenda had ever seen. Everyone was dressed in evening clothes. A woman in a formal gown played the piano in the corner. 

The head waiter appeared and handed a menu to each of them. Brenda put her menu down on the table unopened. She had never been to dinner as a slave but from communicating with other slaves on the internet she knew she should allow her Master to order for her. She didn't know why, but she had been looking forward to this subtle submissive gesture. 

Brenda couldn't keep track of all the staff. There was a busboy who poured their water, an assistant waiter who brought bread, the head waiter who spoke to them about special items available that were not on the menu and wine captain who offered to make recommendations on a wine selection. 

Each of the waiters were stealing glances at Brenda's legs and down the front of her dress. Other guests seated in the restaurant were looking at Brenda as well. She pretended not to notice but loved every minute of the attention. 

Master ordered their dinner starting with salads for each of them. He ordered Lobster Bordelaise for Brenda and the Roasted Veal Chop for himself. He allowed the wine captain to suggest a bottle of Chardonnay from the wine list. After the wine was poured and they were alone, Master held up his wine glass toward Brenda in a toast. 

"To my beautiful slave. You own the room." 

Brenda blushed and thanked her Master with a smile. 

The dinner was wonderful, each course was perfection, the service impeccable. 

After they finished their desert and coffee, Brenda asked, "Master, may I be excused to use the ladies room."

"Yes slave," he said. "But don't be long, the show starts soon."

As Brenda put her napkin on the table she noticed how much her skirt had ridden up her thighs while she and been seated. 

"Sir, when I get up, may I please pull my skirt down?" 

Brenda suddenly realized the assistant waiter was standing behind her. He was holding the sides of Brenda's chair waiting for her to stand. He had certainly overheard her. Brenda blushed deeply. 

Master said, "After you're in the ladies room, slave. You can adjust your dress then."

Brenda's heart raced, she hesitated and then stood up. The assistant waiter moved her chair back as she stood. Brenda was too embarrassed to turn around or thank him. As she walked to the ladies room she kept her eyes straight ahead, not wanting to see if anyone was looking at her. 

Once in the ladies room, she checked herself in the mirror. Most of her thighs were exposed showing the dark welt of her stocking tops. She was relieved that no skin was exposed. As she looked at herself in the mirror the embarrassment faded and she felt a little thrill. Her Master ordered her to flash her stockings in public. Knowing that his eyes were on her as she walked away from the table excited her. 

It must be the wine, she thought. 

Before leaving the ladies room she made sure the dress was back in place and her makeup and hair were just right. As she walked back to the table, Brenda noticed glances from some of the guests and stares from others. Master did not take his eyes off her as she approached the table. The assistant waiter appeared again to help her with the chair. 

This time she looked at him directly and said, "Oh thank you so much." 

The waiter's response was a sincere, "My pleasure ma'am." 

As the waiter walked away Brenda leaned over the table toward her Master resting her chin on her hands, her elbows on the table. She hoped this position would give Master an unobstructed view of her cleavage. 

"Thank you Master." 

He looked at her curiously and said, "For what slave?" 

She looked into his eyes and said, "For everything Sir."

After leaving the restaurant they walked through the casino to the theater. The ushers had started seating for the performance and they were escorted to their seats right away. The performance started with fast energetic songs followed by ballads and love songs. 

During the love songs Brenda was pleased when her Master's hand rested on her thigh. At times he would run his fingers to the top of her stockings and then touch her cunt lips through the thin material of the panties. Brenda spread her legs slightly to give him better access not caring who was watching. 

When the performance was over, the audience rose to give Celine a standing ovation. Brenda could feel her dress had ridden up her thighs again. Instead of being embarrassed she felt the thrill of flashing. 

The audience finally started the slow process of filing out of the theater. Brenda was holding her Master's arm and thought about asking permission to cover herself but didn't. She realized she didn't want to cover herself right then. She didn't want to stop how she felt at that moment. 

It was very crowded outside the theater,.Brenda asked to be excused to use the ladies room. Master told her to meet him in the bar nearby when she was finished. 

The ladies room was crowded and Brenda had to wait in line for a stall. Standing there with her dress hiked up she could see the glances from the other women but did not touch her dress until she went into a stall. The hem of her dress was a little higher than it had been in the restaurant. On the back of one thigh one of her garter grips was showing.

No wonder those women were giving me the odd looks, she thought with a giggle.

After leaving the ladies room Brenda found her Master waiting in the bar. Along the perimeter wall of the bar there were small half round booths with low cocktail tables each creating its own little semi-private seating area. Master was seated in one of the booths and had ordered drinks, a margarita for her, a Jameson for himself. They sat there sipping their drinks and talking about the show. 

When they were nearly done with their drinks, the cocktail waitress came by and Master ordered another round. The waitress wore an interpretation of a Roman toga. The white flowing material didn't cover much. One shoulder was bare and it had a very low neckline accenting the young woman's ample tits. The hemline was very short which showed off her long, well shaped legs.

When she served drinks the waitress leaned over the low table. Brenda admired those lovely tits exposed even more. It occurred to Brenda that the white dress that Master bought her was even more revealing than the toga worn by the waitress. 

Brenda was thinking about the smooth skin on the waitress's tits when she heard her say, "I like your dress. It looks great on you."

Brenda looked up into the waitress's smiling face and realized she had been caught staring. She felt herself blush.

"Oh, thank you," Brenda said a little too quickly.

Brenda watched the waitress turn and walk away. She admired her long legs and the movement of her ass under the loose toga. Several carnal thoughts passed through her mind before her Master interrupted her train of thought.

"She's very pretty isn't she?"

"Ah...yes sir."

Brenda hoped he would not ask what she was thinking. He smiled at her but said nothing more about the waitress. 

After the second round of drinks Master told Brenda he was ready to play some craps. He stood up and offered Brenda his hand. When Brenda stood up she felt a little light headed. She thought about her skirt but didn't even consider asking to pull it down. 

They walked to the crap tables. Master chose a $25 table. He dropped some cash on the table saying, "Chips please". 

The dealer took the cash and replaced it with a stack of chips. Master asked Brenda to pick them up. 

As Brenda leaned over the table she felt the material on the back of her dress stretch tightly across her ass. She looked at her Master's eyes while handing him the chips. 

"Are you ready for some fun, slave?" 

Realizing what he was doing she smiled and said, "Oh yes Master." 

As loud as it was around the table she wasn't sure if anyone could overhear but she didn't care.

He put two chips on the pass line and dropped more on the table and said loudly, "6 and 8." 

The dealer picked up the chips. Placing them on the numbers he replied, "You gotta bet." 

They began what would become their routine for the next hour and a half. Master would place the bets. When the bet paid, Brenda would lean over the table to pick up his winnings. When the stick man slid five dice in front of them the first time, Master smiled and gestured toward the dice with his hand. 

"Roll the dice, slave." 

Brenda hesitated. "But I've never done it before, Master.". 

"Just pick up two of the dice, throw them all the way to the other end of the table and make them come up either a 7 or 11."

Brenda picked up two of the dice. Everyone was watching her as she rolled the dice between her hands. Brenda jumped slightly as she tossed the dice knowing it would shake her tits. Then she leaned over the table rail to see the dice come to a stop. 

When the dice came to rest the dealer called out, "SEVEN, WINNER!" 

The table erupted in cheers, Brenda jumped up and down and then threw her arms around Master's neck giving him a kiss. As Master hugged Brenda's waist he pulled on the back of her dress slightly. Brenda could felt the little tug on the back of the dress. 

Brenda knew her dress riding up. She was sure the tops of her stockings and probably her bottom of her sheer panties were showing. The excitement of the gambling, the flashing and knowing how much she was pleasing her Master was a terrific rush. 

They continued gambling. Master placed the bets, Brenda rolled the dice and picking up the winnings. Brenda noticed the dealers looking down her dress as she leaned over the table. That only encouraged her to lean over a little more. 

Brenda was a little fuzzy about the rules. Sometimes she didn't understand why they lost or won a hand, but she just kept following her Master's directions and had a great time. Win or lose, everyone at the table seemed to like the way she rolled the dice. 

Finally Master waved his hand over table and told the dealer, "We're out." 

The Dealer replied, "You're out sir." 

Master put all his chips on the table. Brenda watched as the dealer counted them up and then pushed an equal value of chips in larger denominations across the table. 

"Pick up our winnings slave," he said looking at Brenda.

Brenda realized this was her last chance, she leaned over the table and looked up at the dealer. 

"Thanks. I had so much fun." 

The dealer was looking at Brenda's tits when he said, "So did I ma'am." 

Brenda picked up the chips, turned and handed them to her smiling Master. 

Taking the chips from Brenda he tossed a $50 on the table and said, "Thanks guys." He put his arm around Brenda's waist and guided her to the cashier's window. 

Friday Midnight

Brenda was bubbling over with excitement. "How did we do Master?"

"I think we're up about $500."

Brenda waited while Master cashed out his chips. She turned away from the cashiers window and looked at her reflection in a mirrored column. Her heart skipped a beat. 

The hem of her skirt was hiked up revealing the tops of her stockings. She could see the bottom of her panties. The crack formed by cunt lips visible through the sheer material. 

People were walking about in the casino obviously looking at her. Brenda could see her face flush red in the mirror. She wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or excitement. She used her tiny handbag to conceal her panties, holding it awkwardly with the fingers of both hands. When Master finished at the cashiers window he put his hand on Brenda's elbow.

"Master, may I pull my skirt down please? I think my cunt is showing!"

"Not a chance slave," he said firmly. 

He guided her on the long walk through the casino to the elevator. He noticed her holding the handbag in front of her cunt, but it just amused him. The way Brenda held the bag it was obvious she was being forced to expose herself. 

While they waited for the elevator Master put his arm around Brenda's waist. She felt him run his fingers over the dress tracing the outline of her garter belt and the individual garter straps. His hand slipped down to her ass and he gently stroked her.  

She felt him give a little tug on her dress pulling it up even higher. He ran his fingers over the exposed skin between the tops of her stockings and the bottom of her panties. He brushed the palm of his hand over the exposed nylon panties covering her ass. 

Brenda's heart raced. Knowing her Master was displaying her in pubic both aroused and humiliated her. 

The bell rang, the elevator doors opened and Master guided Brenda inside. He leaned against the back of the car, hugged Brenda around the waist and kissed her. As the doors began to close, he pulled the hem of Brenda's dress up to her waist. 

Brenda kissed her Master passionately now, her tongue probed deeply. Master broke off the kiss and turned Brenda around so her back was pressed against him. He squeezed both her tits through dress and then let one hand drop between her legs. He stroked her slit through the tight panties. 

Brenda had her eyes closed as Master slipped his hand under the waistband her panties and reached down to her wet cunt. Gently spreading her cunt lips, he slipped two fingers inside. Brenda's body tensed and she inhaled sharply. He began a gentle rhythm stroking on Brenda's clit. He could feel it getting harder by the second. 

"Oh Master, I can't wait to get back to the room," she cooed. 

The elevator doors opened. 

"Not yet slave." 

He released his embrace. Taking Brenda by the hand, he lead her out of the elevator. Brenda was light headed from all the stimulation. She followed her master out of the elevator and into the deserted hallway with her dress pulled up over her hips. 

Master walked her to a couch outside the elevators and gestured for her to sit down. Brenda sat down and watched as her Master as he stepped back and took the small video camera from his jacket pocket. 

Brenda suddenly remembered the video camera and realized that her Master intended to photograph her here in the hallway. She was instantly aroused and frightened at the same time. He started the video. 

"Where are you slave?" 

Brenda felt less frightened and more aroused. 

"We're at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas, Master. Our room is right down the hall." 

"Spread your legs slave."

"Yes sir." 

Brenda spread her legs exposing herself to the camera. Her cunt lips were still squeezed tightly together by the sheer panties. Without being told to do so, she put her handbag on the couch and began smoothing out her stockings. Starting at her ankles, she slowly worked her way up to the stocking tops. 

"Stand up slave."

Brenda said nothing as she rose from the couch. 

"Put your left foot on the couch slave." 

Brenda put her left foot on the couch extending her knee away from her body to give the best possible view of her cunt. 

Master walked around slowly to get different angles of the provocative pose. Brenda smiled and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Turn around slave."

Brenda took her foot off the couch and turned around. Putting her hands on her hips she looked over her shoulder in her favorite pinup pose. 

"Spread your legs slave"

"Like this Master?" she said as she separated her feet.

"More." 

"Yes sir." Brenda's feet were now more than shoulder width apart. 

"Bend over and put your hands on the couch slave."

Brenda bent over, the panties stretched even tighter over her gorgeous ass and cunt. 

"Do you want to finger your cunt, slave?"

"Yes please, sir."

"Finger your cunt, but don't put your fingers under your panties." 

Brenda ran her fingers up and down her slit. She was instantly stimulated by the touch. She started rubbing harder, slowly rocking her hips back and forth. The nylon barrier prevented her from pleasuring herself properly. 

"Do you want fingers in your cunt slave?"

"Yes sir, very much," she said as she continued to rub herself.

"Stop." Brenda stopped immediately. 

"Stand up and put your legs together." 

Brenda did as she was told. 

"Now take off your panties."

Brenda put her thumbs in the waist band of the panties and started to slip them off. She wiggled her hips from side to side as the panties slid over her ass. With her knees straight, she bent over and slowly slid the panties down her legs until they were around her ankles. Brenda stood up and carefully stepped out of panties one foot at a time, leaving them on the floor.

"Bend over again slave, hands on the couch, spread your legs." 

Brenda bent over and put her hands on the couch. She spread her legs even wider than before. Master walked up behind her. Holding the video camera in one had he gently stroked the inside of her thighs and ass with the other. He gently pinched her cunt lips, feeling the slippery wetness. 

When he touched her clit, Brenda's body jerked and she breathed in deeply. He slipped his finger into her cunt. He rotated his hand and pumped his finger in and out slowly. Brenda responded by pressing her hips back against his hand matching his rhythm. It was clear by her body movement that she was very aroused. Master started to finger her more quickly. Brenda moaned and started to rotate her hips. 

"You could cum right now, couldn't you slave?"

"Yes Master," she said slightly out of breath. 

He pulled his fingers out of her soaking cunt. "Not yet slave. Take off your dress."

Brenda stood up and turned. "Master! Take off my dress? Here?"

"You heard me slave, and now that you've question my order I suggest you don't compound that mistake by making me wait"

Brenda nervously reached behind her to unbutton the closure at the back of her neck. Then she slid down the zipper opening the back of the dress. She slipped the dress down her body and legs. She stepped out of the dress and laid it across the arm of the couch.

Master continued filming while he admired his lovely slave. He instructed her to turn around slowly and then into several poses, seated legs crossed, legs spread, kneeling on the couch, laying on the couch with her legs straight up, finally telling her to stand up.

"Take off the bra slave."

Brenda reached behind her, unclasped the bra and dropped it on the floor next to her panties. 

"Lay on the couch." 

Brenda did as she was told. 

"Don't you want to play with those lovely tits slave?"

Brenda started to fondle her tits and pinch her nipples. Being naked in a hotel hallway made her feel frightened, humiliated and so turned on she did not want to stop.

"Didn't you say you could cum right now slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"Well, let's see you cum slave."

Brenda's right hand slid between her legs while her left hand continued to play with her tits. Her fingers slipped into her cunt first rubbing her clit and then penetrating deeply inside. Pinching her nipples with her left hand she pulled the fingers of her right hand out of her hole and started to concentrate on her clit. 

Brenda was nearing her orgasm when the elevator bell rang and the light came on above one of the doors. Brenda gasped. 




Weekend in Vegas Ch. 03



"Don't stop slave," Master said sternly. 

Brenda was facing the elevator, her legs spread wide. Master's back was to the elevator. He continued to video his slave while the elevator door opened. Brenda was so aroused she didn't need Master's order to continue masturbating. She resumed fingering her clit and pinching her nipples. 

She looked up briefly to see a young couple step out of the elevator, stop in their tracks and stare at her. Brenda recognized the same young couple that had seen her with her dress pulled up earlier that afternoon. She closed her eyes and fingered her cunt harder. As she felt her orgasm building Brenda opened her mouth wide. 

"Holy Shit!" said the young man."Oh My God," said the young woman.

"Don't mind us folks," Master said in his authoritative voice. 

At that moment Brenda felt completely at ease even though she was naked, masturbating in a hotel hallway while strangers watched. As long as my Master is here I'll do anything, she thought. Fingering her cunt furiously, Brenda moaned loudly as her orgasm rushed through her body. 

"Come on," the young woman said as she stomped off down the hallway. The young man followed, his eyes stayed locked on Brenda until he was around the corner. 

Brenda lay there with her eyes closed enjoying the energy drain after her orgasm. She started to feel self-conscious thinking about what she had just done. When Brenda opened her eyes she saw her Master holding the video camera and smiling at her. She immediately felt a surge of arousal. Then she looked directly at the camera and licked her wet fingers seductively. 

"Thank you, Master." 

Master continued filming as he stepped in front of Brenda on the couch and offered her his hand. 

"Time to go to our room now slave."

"Yes Sir," Brenda said as she took her Master's hand. 

Master helped Brenda stand on unsteady feet. After a moment he stepped back and said, "Hand me your clothes, slave."

Brenda bent over to pick up her bra and panties off the floor. Then she picked up her dress and handbag from the arm of the couch and handed everything to Master. 

Master carried Brenda's clothes in one hand and continued to video with the other. 

Brenda was suddenly in a playful mood and started to perform for the camera. She made an over-dramatic movement peeking around corner of the hallway, taking the opportunity to bend over and expose her ass and cunt to the camera. 

Looking back over her shoulder at the camera and said innocently, "I think they're gone, Sir." 

She walked down the hall in an indirect line stopping from time to time to adjust her stockings or garter belt. She bent over to check the ankle straps on her shoes again exposing her ass and cunt to the camera. 

Brenda slowly walked a little further down the hall where she suddenly stopped and turned to face the camera. Cupping her tits with both hands, she looked at the camera with a worried look on her face. 

In her over-dramatic tone she said, "Master do you have my bra?"

"Yes slave, I have your bra," Master replied chuckling. 

"Oh good." Looking into the camera with a big smile, she pinched her nipples between her fingers. "I was afraid I had lost it."

Lifting and squeezing first one of her tits and then the other she licked each nipple while staring directly into the camera. She sighed and turned, slowly walking down the hall again swaying her hips. Finally as they neared the room, she faced the camera and pulled her shoulder length hair above her head.

"Master, is it hot in here or is it just me?" 

"Oh it's you slave, it's definitely you!"

He handed Brenda the room key. She opened the door and looked at the camera with a pout face. 

"Master, do we really have to go in?"

"Yes slave, we really have to go in." 

Looking directly into the camera, she turned and stepped through the door. Brenda never took her eyes off the camera until she disappeared in the room. 

Master turned off the camera and stepped through the door, allowing it to close behind him. 

Brenda threw her arms around his neck and started kissing him all over his neck and face. She said excitedly, "Oh Master, I can't believe we just did that, I'm so turned on. Please fuck me sir, Please!"

"Wait for me on the balcony, slave." 

"Yes sir." She turned and walked away.

Master put down Brenda's clothing and video camera, then took off his clothes. He walked on the balcony to see Brenda standing with her hands on the railing looking at the lights of the Vegas Strip. Master walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. 

Brenda could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass. She spread her legs and rubbed her ass back against him. His cock slipped between her legs touching her cunt. Brenda squeezed her thighs together on the hard member. 

Master began exploring Brenda's body. He cupped her tits with the palms of his hands and stroked her nipples. Her nipples were still as hard as when she was masturbating in the hallway. He pinched Brenda's nipples roughly and didn't release until she whimpered. 

He ran his fingers over the lace on her garter belt around her hips, touching the garter grips where they met the tops of her stockings. Spreading her cunt lips, he tweaked her hard clit with his middle finger. Brenda spread her legs encouraging him to continue. He explored her went cunt, first with one finger, then two and finally three. 

Brenda responded by thrusting her hips against his fingers and breathing heavily. Master took his wet fingers from Brenda's cunt and held them up to her face. She immediately took them in her mouth and sucked off her juices. 

Master stepped back and turned her around. With his left hand he grasped Brenda's long hair and guided her down. Not wanting to kneel on the hard concrete balcony floor, Brenda squatted with her knees spread. Reaching both hands behind her, she gripped the balusters on the balcony railing for balance. 

With a firm grip on her hair with his left hand, he held Brenda's head still. Using his right hand, he began to rub his hard cock over her face. Brenda licked and sucked at his cock each time it crossed in front of her mouth. Finally he pressed his cock against Brenda's lips and gave her head a nudge forward. 

She sucked his cock deep into her mouth. Master let go of his cock and Brenda's hair. He placed both hands on the top rail and allowed his slave freedom to suck his cock. 

Brenda took full advantage and moved her head vigorously forcing his cock in and out of her mouth. She alternated circular motions with rapid chin up and down motions. Sometimes she allowed his cock to slip out of her mouth so she could lick and suck his balls. 

Brenda was warming up and couldn't wait to get the big cock all the way down her throat. She continued with every technique she knew to pleasure her Master. Eventually she forced her head forward, his cock slid down her throat where she held in as long as she could. Brenda continued sucking and throating her master until she felt his hand on her hair pulling her to a standing position. 

Master backed Brenda up against the rail and lifted her right leg. He held her knee up with his forearm and gripped the railing with his left hand. 

Brenda's leg was spread wide. She was breathless in anticipation. She put both hands behind Master's neck and leaned her head back. 

"Please fuck me, Sir"

Master used his right hand to guide his cock to her waiting cunt. He thrust his cock deep inside her. Brenda came immediately. 

Brenda lost track time. Master continued to fuck her against the rail until she came again. Releasing her leg, he grabbed her hair with both hands and bent her over at the waist guiding her face to his cock. Brenda opened her mouth and he forcing his cock down her throat. She held his hips as he throat fucked her forcefully. 

Pulling his cock of her mouth, Master spun her around. He bent her over, grabbed her hips and started fucking her from behind. Brenda held the balcony rail, her tits and hair flailed about wildly. The loud, wet slapping sound from their bodies colliding, carried away into the night. Brenda came and when Master didn't stop, she came again. 

Master pulled his cock out of Brenda and left her standing there. He dragged the patio chair next to the railing and sat down. Brenda faced away from her Master, held the balusters with both hands and squatted on his cock. 

In this position she was free to rotate and hump in every direction. He allowed her to fuck him as she pleased for a while and then grabbed her ass and controlled the movement of her body just the way he wanted. Brenda's orgasms were flowing through her one after another. 

Eventually he told her to let go of the rail. He pulled her back into his lap. Gripping her thighs tightly, he spread her legs, forcing her to lean back against his chest. He held her legs spread and fucked her madly. 

Brenda fingered her clit with one hand and fondled her tits with the other. When Brenda opened her eyes she was looking at the bright city lights through her spread legs. She fantasized that everyone in the city was watching as Master fucked his slave. 

Brenda felt her Master's cum explode inside her cunt and she came one last time. The both collapsed in exhausted ecstasy.



Weekend in Vegas Ch. 04



Saturday Morning

"Good Morning slave." 

Her Master's voice woke Brenda from a deep slumber. It took her a minute to remember where she was. It started coming back to her, naked in a king size bed with her Master, Las Vegas, Caesar's Palace, dinner, show, playing craps. 

Her eyes popped open when she thought of how she had exposed herself in the casino and the hallway. When she thought of how her Master fucked her on the balcony she relaxed, and stretched.

"MMMMMmmmmm...Good Morning Master," she cooed. 

"I've ordered breakfast slave, it should be here soon. I'm playing golf this morning so I have to take a shower. I've made an appointment for you at the spa. We'll go to the pool this afternoon when I get back. Time to get moving." 

Smack! 

He gave her a light spank on the ass as he got up and went into the bathroom. Brenda lay there listening to the shower running. She didn't want to be left alone while Master played golf. She scolded herself for thinking that. She was a slave. Slaves do what her Master tell them to do and like it. It occurred the spa at Caesar's Palace should be pretty nice. She started looking forward to the day. 

Brenda started to think about masturbating naked in the hall and getting caught by the young couple. She thought it should embarrass her but she was getting excited just thinking about it. 

Then she heard the knock on the door followed by, "Room Service." 

Brenda got up and looked around. Seeing her Master's dress shirt draped over the chair she walked over and put it on. She started to button the front and then stopped. She walked to the door, holding the front of the shirt closed just below her tits with one hand. She opened the door and saw a cute young man in uniform holding a roll cart. 

"Good Morning ma'am."

"Good Morning, come in." Brenda turned and walked back into the room. "Would you set it up by the balcony door please." 

The young man pushed the cart into the room. After folding out the table leaves, he set up two chairs and removed the covers from the food. He turned and held out the bill and a pen to Brenda. 

Letting go of the front of the shirt, Brenda took the bill in one hand and the pen in the other. The front of her shirt opened slightly. Brenda could feel the material was still covering her tits but assumed her cunt was exposed. The thrill came back and she had a hard time figuring out how much tip to add to the bill. After signing the bill, she looked up and saw the young man staring at her cunt. 

She handed him the pen and bill. After taking the pen and bill from Brenda, he absentmindedly stood there with his hands out in front of him. He never took his eyes off the opening in Brenda's shirt. 

Brenda put her hands on her hips knowing it would open the front of the shirt a little more. Giving her head a little tilt to the side she asked innocently, "Is there anything else?"

The young man seemed to snap back to reality. He looked up at Brenda's face and said, "Oh, no ma'am. Nothing else, thank you ma'am," and hurried to the door. As he walked out of the room he looked back just as the door was closing. He got a brief glimpse of Brenda facing the door looking at him while she took off her Master's shirt. 

Brenda poured a cup of coffee and took it to the bathroom. She knocked lightly on the door saying, "Room Service," as she stepped inside. "Your coffee sir." 

"Thank you, slave." He looked at Brenda's mischievous smile and suspiciously said, "What have you been up to slave?" 

"Me? Why nothing sir." She turned and walked out. 

Both nude, they sat having breakfast. Brenda was still excited. 

"I had such a good time last night Master. I was embarrassed when I was flashing in the casino, but it really was exciting. And then outside the elevator, I never thought I would get so aroused by being naked in a public place. I know it was only that couple that saw us, but it still turned me on."

Master chucked. "Slave. Only the couple that saw us?"

"Well, yes Sir. I didn't see anyone else"

Master leaned forward looking at Brenda. "Slave, this is a casino. There are surveillance cameras everywhere. I'm guessing the boys in the security room started recording you when you were showing your pretty ass at the crap table. They most likely followed you into the elevator and the hallway upstairs" 

Brenda was frozen, her mouth open. The thought of her Master videotaping her was one thing, but the casino security department seeing and taping everything never occurred to her. 

"Master, do you think they saw...everything?" 

"If you mean do I think they saw you with your legs spread on the couch finger-fucking yourself like a slut? Yes slave, I think they saw everything. I doubt they were taping while I fucked you on the balcony, but you never know"

"Master, what are we going to do?"

"Nothing slave. The casinos are very discrete. They're not going to make a video public of their guest's kinky behavior. I imagine they keep a library of interesting videos for fun. Who knows, maybe you'll be the featured entertainment at the next Security Department Christmas party"

Brenda sat quietly unable to finish her breakfast. She wasn't sure what to think of a someone watching a video of her for entertainment. She began to wonder if someone might watch her and masturbate. The embarrassment started to fade and the excitement returned.

"What are you going to do with the video you took last night Master?

"I'm going to post some screen shots on the internet, a site called voyeurworld. Maybe a few more for your blog. Don't worry slave, no faces"

Brenda felt a little more excitement and wondered how far this would go. 

After breakfast Master left to play golf. He told Brenda to meet him back at the room at 1:00 so they could go to the pool for lunch and a swim. He left her the certificate for her to get into the spa. Brenda showered and put on her green dress. 

As she got dressed she told herself she had to stop flashing. She was getting way too carried away with it. She tried to rationalize that she was only following her master's orders. Then she admitted to herself that it excited and aroused her. She looked at herself in the mirror and told herself that she was going to stop. Feeling better she left for the spa. 

While Brenda walked down the hall she looked for security cameras. Mid way to the elevator she saw the dark round plastic dome on the ceiling and knew her Master was telling the truth about being videotaped. She saw another camera outside the elevator. Looking at the couch she imagined what she must have looked like with her legs spread and fingering herself. 

When the elevator arrived she stepped inside and leaned against the rear wall. She stood in the same spot her Master stood when they were riding the elevator upstairs yesterday afternoon and last night. Brenda looked up to to opposite corner of the car and saw another round plastic dome that concealed a camera. 

Brenda remembered how her Master had lifted her skirt both times the rode up yesterday. He even made her face the camera while he fingered her cunt last night. 

He intended to display me for the cameras all along, thought Brenda. As the door of the elevator opened, Brenda looked into the camera and smiled. She made a flirty wave at the camera before stepping out into the casino. 

At the spa Brenda was greeted by the enthusiastic staff. The spa was designed and decorated as an updated version of a Roman spa. There were men, women and couple's facilities. Brenda was directed to a dressing room where she took off her dress and put on a robe provided by the spa. 

She opted for a manicure and a pedicure followed by a full body skin treatment and massage. Afterwords she was seated in a women only tea room and enjoyed some herbal tea listening to soft music and quiet fountains. In all she spent about three hours in the spa. Returning to the hotel room at about noon she lay down for a nap.

Saturday Afternoon

Master woke Brenda for the second time that day. They lay in bed talking. She told him about her spa experience, he told her about his golf game. 

"We're going to the pool now slave. We can have a late lunch and relax for the afternoon," He said.

"But Master, I don't have a swim suit."

"I've taken care of that slave. I have two for you to choose from."

Brenda got up and Master showed her two swim suits he had set out on the foot of the bed. They were both white, one piece suits. 

One was small but full coverage with leg openings cut high very high. It had a low neckline and it dipped low in the back with full coverage for her ass. 

The other suit was like nothing Brenda had seen before. The front consisted of two strips of material about three inches wide that formed a V from the shoulders down the front. The bottom of the V joined just above the crotch. From there a narrow piece of material went between the legs. 

The back of the suit was a single string that came up from behind and split at the shoulders meeting up with the top of the V from the front. There were no sides to the suit. She held up the suit in front of her. She had to stretch the material to make it fit from her shoulders to her crotch. The material would just cover the front of her tits and her cunt. The suit would leave the rest of her body completely exposed. 

"Master, I've never seen a swim suit like this. I'm not sure I could wear this outside."

"It's called a Monokini Slave. You'll turn heads in either of those suits." 

Brenda put the Monokini down and picked up the other suit. Holding it up in front of her it covered her where needed even if it was small. She felt the material with her hand. It was very stretchy and thin but she couldn't see her hand through it.

"Master, which suit should I wear?"

"It's your choice slave, whichever you prefer."

"I think I'd like to wear this one sir," she said.

"That's settled then. I brought you a cover up and sun hat as well. Now go get ready, I'm starved."

Brenda dressed in the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror she thought of the green dress. It looked good on her but it was pretty revealing.

The suit was skin tight, the neckline was very low, just covering her nipples which strained against the stretchy material. The leg openings came up high on her hips making the lower front of the suit narrow where it went down between her legs. The suit covered most of her ass, but left her back bare. 

Brenda was relieved to see the white material would not allow the outline of her nipples or the crack of her ass to show through. Compared to the Monokini this suit was relatively modest. 

The swimsuit cover-up Master had bought for her was a large piece of slightly sheer white material that could be worn several different ways. Brenda had worn this type of cover-up before. She knew it could be worn around the waist, crossed in front and then tied behind the neck like a halter. 

Today she tried it on around her waist like a sarong. It covered her legs leaving her upper torso covered only by the swim suit. She could see the outline of her legs through the material but it looked like proper resort wear. The wide brimmed white sun hat completed the outfit. 

This is good, she thought. I'm not going to make a spectacle of myself flashing but I'll still look good for Master, Keep your clothes on girl.

Brenda walked out of the bathroom to see her Master looking at her. She put on her sunglasses, turned a little pirouette and said, "Do I look alright Master?" 

"Just as I thought slave. You're going to turn heads."

They took the elevator to the pool level. Walking through the extensive pool area they followed the signs to the Venus Pool. Unlike the other pools, this one had an entranced attendant where Master signed in. 

A young woman escorted them to a crescent shaped fabric cabana with two chase lounges. She explained that this was their assigned cabana, showed them the towels and said a waiter would come by to take a drink or food order if they wished. 

"Master, why did you have to sign at the entrance?" Brenda asked when the attendant left.

"Caesar's has 7 pools slave. This one is the only one that the guests have to pay extra to use. Its for adults only and the extra charge keeps it less crowded and quite a bit nicer than the other pools."

"Its beautiful Master," Brenda said as she looked around. 

The pool area was decorated with Roman columns. There were private cabanas everywhere, some small like theirs, others much larger to accommodate bigger parties. Brenda took off her cover-up and spread a towel on her chase lounge. She lay on the lounge in the sun enjoying the heat on her skin. 

She looked at her Master and saw her reflection in his mirrored sunglasses. She could clearly see her skin in contrast with the white swimsuit and towel she was laying on. 

Master ordered lunch and cold drinks. Brenda started people watching and noticed that it was a younger crown. It was mostly couples, the oldest looked to be in their 40's, most were younger. Brenda noticed some of the women were wearing swimsuits that were quite revealing, even a few micro thong bikinis that were drawing quite a bit of attention. 

Brenda noticed two young guys, college boys she guessed. They looked very young but she knew they must be at least twenty-one to get in here. They were gawking at the pretty young women in the skimpy swimsuits. They tried not to be obvious but weren't very successful. 

Brenda felt a little disappointment that she wasn't being noticed and had to remind herself about her no flashing rule. The waiter brought their lunch and drinks. After lunch they lay in the sun for a while until Brenda started feeling hot. 

She asked permission to go for swim to cool off. Master told her to go and he would stay at the cabana. Brenda used a barrette to put her hair up and then walked to the pool. 

She walked past the two college boys and noticed they were staring at pretty twenty-something girl wearing a tiny bikini. She was giggling and flirting with a good looking man twice her age. The college boys were mesmerized. Brenda felt a twinge of jealously and quickly dismissed the feeling as foolish. 

Brenda stepped into the pool and dipped down to her neck. She felt the cooling relief of the water on her body. She slowly swam the length of the pool enjoying the way the water felt caressing her skin. She felt refreshed as she stood up and looked toward the cabana. 

Brenda saw her Master looking at her. If felt good to know he was watching. She gave a little wave and headed for the steps. 

As Brenda walked up the steps she noticed a couple next to the pool looking at her. She didn't think much of it. As she stepped out of the pool she realized she had left her towel at the cabana and looked back in that direction. Her Master was still watching her. 

As she started to walk back to the cabana she noticed the good looking guy with Miss Twenty-something was looking at her and smiling. His young girlfriend turned around and looked at Brenda. Her face immediately went from a bright smile to a pout. 

How odd, Brenda thought. 

When she walked past the college boys she heard one of them say, "Whoa".

Brenda walked up to the foot of her Master's lounge and said, "Oh Master, the water feels wonderful."

Master was smiling broadly at her but did not reply. Brenda saw her reflection in his mirrored sunglasses but something seemed strange. She could see her skin the same as earlier but now her swimsuit looked different. It took her a few seconds to realize that she didn't see the suit in the reflection. 

Brenda looked down at herself and was shocked to see the suit was no longer white. It was almost completely transparent, revealing her body like a wet t-shirt. She looked up at her Master in wide eyed shock.

"It's a sheer-when-wet swimsuit slave. Didn't I say you would turn heads?"

Still in a state of shock it took several heartbeats for her to realize she was standing as much as naked in front of dozens of people. She reached for her towel.

"Don't touch the towel. You look lovely. You may lie down on your back and put on your sun hat if you wish."

After several more heartbeats Brenda slowly stepped to her lounge and lay down. She looked down at her body she saw the suit hid nothing. Looking past her tits, her dark nipples showing, she saw the sheer suit stuck flat against her smooth skin disappearing between her legs. The material hugged the crease between her cunt lips accenting it for all to see. She looked up and saw most of the people in the pool area looking at her. She quickly crossed her legs. She put on her sunglasses and sun hat in an effort to cover herself. 

She thought of how humiliated she was when her skirt blew up at the airport yesterday and how much more she was exposed now. 

"I prefer you didn't cross your legs slave."

She looked at her master seeing the reflection of her nearly nude body his shades. She uncrossed her legs but held them tightly together trying to conceal her cunt. Looking at his face she realized she didn't feel like she did yesterday. She didn't feel humiliated, only a little embarrassed. Then she felt the butterflies in her stomach. 

She thought about last night when her Master was fucking her on the balcony. He held her legs spread while she fingered her cunt and fondled her tits. She had fantasized about the whole city watching her. Now that was almost a reality. The thought of being naked in front of all these people was somehow exciting. 

She remembered what Madam Claudette said yesterday. "Don't you understand that your Master wants to show off his beautiful slave? There are much worse things. Would you prefer to be ignored?"

Brenda squirmed on the lounge, scooting herself into a more upright position. When she stopped moving, her legs were slightly apart. She could feel the coolness of the water evaporating from between her legs and knew that she was exposing herself a little more than she needed to. She sighed at the tingle she felt in her cunt. 

"Your nipples are hard slave."

Brenda looked down and saw her nipples straining at the stretchy transparent material. The tingle in her cunt was getting stronger.

She squirmed again and spread her legs a little more.

"Are you having a good time slave?"

Brenda looked at her Master and smiled. 

"Yes sir. I am."

She leaned back and closed her eyes. She thought everyone seeing the slit between of her shaved cunt lips. She didn't understand why this excited her but she no longer cared. Then she realized that her Master could show off her body whenever he pleased. He was exercising his control over her and she liked it. 

After a while Brenda opened her eyes and saw that suit was drying in the hot sun. The white color had returned and she could no longer see her skin through the material. She could feel the back of the suit was still damp against the towel. 

Brenda rolled over, adjusted backrest on the lounge so it was flat and lay down on her stomach. She rested her head on her forearms and looked at her Master. He smiled at her and nodded his head in approval. 

Later when her suit was dry, Master told Brenda she was getting too much sun and to move into the shade of the cabana. Brenda got up and Master moved their lounges into the shade. Brenda stood next to her lounge.

"Master, may I get back in the water again? It's very hot."

"Yes slave, I'll go with you."

In the pool they alternated between holding each others hands and embracing. Several times Brenda turned around and rubbed her ass against her Master's cock playfully. They worked their way into the deep end of the pool and Brenda put her arms around her Master's neck and then wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel his cock getting harder under his suit. 




Weekend in Vegas Ch. 04



They slowly worked their way back to the shallow end of the pool. Brenda was standing waist deep in the water, the wet suit again showing off her tits and hard nipples. Master waited by the side of the pool in the waist deep water. 

"Are we getting out now Master?"

He smiled and said, "It may be a few minutes before I can get out slave."

"Master, I'm really thirsty. May I go tell the bartender to send the waiter to our cabana and then meet you there?"

"Yes slave, that's a good idea."

Brenda got out of the water and walked all the way around the pool to the bar. She knew from the looks of the people around her that the suit was transparent again. When she walked up to the bartender his eyes were as big as saucers. She politely asked him to send over the waiter, then turned and walked back to their cabana. 

She saw her Master watching her from the pool with a smile on his face. Brenda felt wonderful. 

I guess I can give up on the no flashing rule, she thought.



Weekend in Vegas Ch. 05



Saturday Evening

By 7:30 they had finished their room service dinner. Brenda was sitting at the table naked. At her Master's direction, she had taken a bath, put on her makeup and fixed her hair. Brenda didn't eat much. She couldn't stop thinking about what might happen tonight. 

They were going home tomorrow so she knew that she whatever happened tonight she would be wearing the white dress. Now she knew they weren't going out to dinner. She thought Master was probably going to take her into the casino for more gambling. It was fun showing off in the casino last night but the white dress was so much more revealing. Even after the afternoon at the pool, the white dress still intimidated her. Could she really wear it in public?

Master finally broke the silence. "We're doing something special tonight slave. You're going to wear the white dress. We have to be downstairs at 8:00 so you had better get ready." 

"Yes sir." 

Brenda got up and walking to the closet. She took out the white dress and went into the bathroom. She put on the Pearl Panties and then the dress. When she looked at herself in the mirror she felt shaken. At the pool today she was more exposed than in this dress but for some reason this seemed more daring. 

Other women at the pool wore revealing swimsuits. None of the other women were as daring as her, but somehow being exposed there didn't seem as bad as going out into the casino in this dress. 

She turned and looked in the mirror. Her back and sides were completely exposed. Lifting her arms she was glad to see that the sides of her tits were covered. The bottom of the dress covered her about an inch above and below her ass. 

Brenda faced the mirror and tried to adjust the front of the dress to cover more of her tits. She pinched the material closer together but every time she released the material it returned to its natural drape threatening to reveal her nipples. The round globes of her tits were on display in the wide, V front opening. 

The open bottom of the V front went a couple of inches below her navel. She pulled up the front of the dress to cover her navel but that exposed her cunt. She pulled the dress back down. 

I look like a whore, she thought. Brenda closed her eyes and lowered her head in shame. 

While she was standing there she realized she could feel the pearls on either side of her clit. Still barefoot, she walked back and forth in the bathroom feeling the little pearls massaging her. She lifted up the front of the dress and adjusted the panties, then adjusted them again. 

The movement was stimulating her clit. She could feel her little bud getting harder. She started to adjust the panties again but had to stop herself. Finally she pulled her skirt down and walked out of the bathroom.

Master was waiting. He looked at her and smiled. 

"Beautiful," was all he said.

"Master, I'm wearing the panties that Madam Claudette recommended. She said they would be perfect with this dress. May I show them to you?"

"Yes slave, show them to me."

Brenda pulled her dress up around her waist exposing the white lace panties. The two strings of pearls disappearing into her slit. 

"They're called Pearl Panties, Sir. May I please wear them tonight?"

Master looked at the panties for a moment and then walked behind Brenda. She felt his hand touch the lacy material around her waist. He walked in front of her and ran his fingers down the pearls touching her cunt lips. Slipping his fingers between the pearls and the skin above Brenda's cunt he gave a little tug. Brenda breathed in deeply and then sighed.

"How does it feel to wear these panties slave?"

"It feels really good Master."

"Yes, you can wear the panties slave."

"Thank you sir."

"Come over here slave." He gestured toward the couch. "I have the shoes you will be wearing tonight." 

Brenda walked toward the couch and saw a pair of white stilettos on the floor in front of the couch. The first thing she noticed was the extremely high heels, at least 5 inches. The shoes had ankle straps that were about one inch wide. 

Brenda sat down and put on the shoes. She looked for buckles on the ankle straps but there were none. There were small metal rings on each strap and holes in the leather for the rings to pass through, but no way to attach them. Brenda looked up at her Master confused. 

"Turn around and kneel on the couch slave."

Brenda did as she was told, kneeling on the couch with her feet hanging over the edge. She felt her Master fastening the straps around her ankles but didn't look to see how he did it. Brenda's dress was still pulled up to her waist. Master ran his fingers over her bare ass and touched the pearls disappearing into her slit from the rear. 

"Stand up slave."

Brenda stood up and looked down at her shoes. On the outside of each ankle there were small silver padlocks that went through the metal rings and held the straps closed. Brenda looked up at her Master to see him holding up a small key. He had a wry smile on his face. 

"Your first pair of slave shoes."

Brenda swallowed hard and looked back at the shoes locked to her ankles.

"Walk to the door and back slave."

Brenda walked carefully to the door. The heels were impossibly high. She felt like she was on her tip toes. The shoes forced her to walk with short jerky steps swinging her hips in an exaggerated movement that made her ass wiggle seductively. Every jerky step made her tits bounce enticingly under the loose dress. Brenda turned around at the door and walked back to her Master.

"Very nice slave, but one thing is missing."

He directed her to stand in front of the mirror and pull down the hem of her dress. Looking into the mirror she saw him hold up a jewelry box. He opened the box showed her the silver necklace inside. He took the necklace out of the box. Reaching over her head he held the necklace in front of her. 

The necklace was very long. Master held two ends with the fingers of both hands. There were two other ends that hung down to her waist. He fastened the necklace around her neck. It fit snugly like a choker. He reached down and picked up the other two ends and held them up. Each had a little noose and a short bobble. Brenda was confused, she had never seen a necklace like it.

"Open the front of your dress slave."

Brenda pulled back the material exposing her tits. Only then did she realized the little nooses were going on her nipples. 

He ran his fingers over her nipples enjoying how hard and erect they were. Master put a noose on each nipple, one after the other. A small ring slid up each noose making them snug. Brenda expected the nooses on her nipples would be uncomfortable. She was surprised how sensuous it felt when Master was done. 

Each nipple had a little chain that hung down about two inches with a silver bead attached to the end. The beads were about the size of a pea. After he attached the necklace he stroked the underside Brenda's tits lightly. Then he flicked the beads on the end of the chains causing them to swing back and forth. 

Master put his hands on Brenda's bare shoulders while she stared at the necklace in the mirror. From the choker at her neck the chains went straight down between her tits and then made gentle curves up to her hard nipples. The noose on the end of each chain attached securely to her erect nipples. The beads hanging down swung side to side responding to Brenda's every move.

"You can close your dress now slave."

Brenda covered her tits. The necklace hanging down from her choker was in plain view. The chains gently curved up disappeared under her dress. It was obvious they were attached to her nipples. Brenda thought it was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen. 

"Time to go slave, we don't want to be late." 

By the time Brenda had walked down the hall to the elevator she began to get adjusted to the high heels. She couldn't help looking at herself in the mirrors next the elevators while they waited. The site of herself in the dress, the choker and chains obviously going to her nipples, the locks on her incredibly high heeled shoes made her tremble. 

Not a whore, Brenda thought. A slave.

Brenda was breathing hard on the ride downstairs. She had never been publicly displayed like this before. Anyone that looked at her would know that she as a slave. She wasn't sure how she would feel, how she would react. The elevator doors opened to the noisy casino. Master put his hand on Brenda's ass. With a little nudge he guided her foreword into the Saturday night crowd. 

Brenda walked in her jerky steps trying to keep up with her Master. Her ass wiggled under the tight skirt. Her tits bounced under loose top of the dress. The slinky material rubbed against her nipples making them even harder. She could feel the little beads hanging from her nipples bouncing off the bottom of her tits. 

The small locks on the ankles of her shoes were swinging to and fro with each step. Everywhere they went heads were turning. Even in a town known for excess and exhibition, people don't see a slave on display every day. 

Brenda kept her eyes straight ahead but couldn't help noticing the attention she was getting. It excited her being watched. It excited her knowing her Master had planned this all along. Brenda remembered what Madam Claudette told her. 

"Don't you understand that your master wants to show off his beautiful slave?" 

You were right about that, Brenda thought.

The Pearl Panties were rubbing on Brenda's clit. This was something else Madam was right about. It did feel divine. Between the excitement of being exhibited and the pearls stimulating her clit, Brenda thought she might cum. 

Brenda hardly noticed where they were going until she realized they were outside the front entrance of the casino. 

Master stopped and looked around, then started walking toward a parked black Mercedes-Benz sedan. As they approached the car, Brenda saw an Asian man standing next to the car holding a sign with the name 'Master' printed on it. 

"I'm Master," he said to the driver. 

"Yes sir," was all the driver said as he opened the rear door.

Master guided Brenda in the car, she sat down and slid across the seat to make room for her Master getting in behind her. Her skirt rode up her thighs. Brenda felt the buttery soft leather seat against her bare ass and thighs. Still aroused from her walk through the casino she wiggled in seat trying to get the pearls to continue moving on her clit.

"Sit still slave."

The driver got into the front seat. He started the car and while driving away from the casino picked up a cell phone. He opened the phone, pressed one button and then held it up to his ear. 

A moment later he said, "I have picked up your guests, we are on our way." The driver closed the phone and put it away. 

Brenda badly wanted to ask where they were going. It only took her a second to realize that the name on the sign meant that whatever their destination, the person the driver called was expecting a Master and his slave. 

As they drove away from the strip and approached the freeway Brenda became more apprehensive. She assumed her Master was going to show her off in the casino tonight. Now they were going somewhere away from the crowds. She was going to be someone's guest tonight. A shiver went down Brenda's spine. 

The driver did not look in his mirror once. He didn't seem the least bit interested in the slut in the back seat with her dress hiked up. 

Master looked straight ahead. He put his hand on Brenda's bare leg and ran his fingers up to the top of her thigh. He lightly brushed his fingers over her cunt lips and felt her wetness. Brenda spread her legs in response to his touch. He turned and looked at the pearls disappearing into her cunt, then looked at her face. He smiled but said nothing and looked straight ahead. 

He kept his fingers on Brenda's cunt, gently touching the two strands of pearls where the disappeared into her slit. His fingers slowly bumped over the pearls, up an inch, then back down, stopping when his fingers separated her cunt lips slightly. 

As he repeated the movement with his fingers, Brenda laid her head back and closed her eyes. The vibrations from his fingers bumping over the pearls traveled down the strands to her clit. It wasn't enough stimulation to make her cum but suddenly she didn't care where they were going as long as Master was with her.

After pulling off the freeway they drove on surface streets until entering a subdivision of large houses. The driver pulled into the driveway of a very large home. 

Everything about the home displayed the wealth of the owner. The extensive landscaping was highlighted by subdued lighting. The home itself was a two story with a modern design and a grand front entry. Brenda decided it wasn't a mansion but it was close.  

The driver stopped with the right side of the car facing the front entry. He got out and walked quickly to open the right rear door. Master got out first, Brenda followed taking his outstretched hand. The driver did not look at Brenda's legs and exposed cunt, he looked straight ahead. 

Saying nothing, the driver gestured toward the front door. When Master thanked him he said nothing, just dipped his head slightly. The movement could have been interpreted as a slight bow or a nod. 

Master held Brenda's hand and guided her to the front door. Brenda's heart was racing. It was as if she had tunnel vision looking at the front door. It felt like she was moving in slow motion, watching herself in a movie. Master rang the door bell then turned to Brenda.

"Pull your skirt down slave, you'll want to make a good first impression."

Brenda pulled down and straightened her dress, running her hands across her ass to make sure it was covered. The front door opened. 

Time suddenly seemed to stand still for Brenda. A tall blond woman with striking good looks stood in the doorway. She looked to be in her early 40's. Her shapely figure was accented by a black under-bust corset with red trim. She was wearing a black lace, long sleeve blouse tucked under the corset. The front of the blouse was cut very low and somewhat sheer. 

The lacy blouse was sheer enough that Brenda could see the woman was wearing a half cup bra. The bra enhanced the cleavage of her huge tits. The outline of her large aureoles and nipples were barely visible beneath the lacy fabric of her blouse. Over the bottom of the corset she was wearing a long, black leather skit that was slit up the front to the top of her thighs. Brenda could see the welts of her black stockings at the top of the slit. 

In her red high heels, the woman was almost as tall as Master. Brenda felt dazed looking at the beautiful woman. She had never seen a woman with such a commanding presence.

"Master William, so glad to meet you."

"Mistress Juliana, it's my pleasure," Master replied as they shook hands.

Brenda was stunned. MISTRESS JULIANA! An electric shock went through Brenda as she suddenly recognized the Domme in the photo with slavesuzi. 

This can't be happening, she thought, Is this a dream? 

Mistress Juliana faced Brenda. "And your pretty little slave I've heard so much about. What a darling dress, it suits you perfectly."

Brenda stood motionless, unable to reply.

After an uncomfortable moment, Mistress J turned to Master and said, "Does she speak?"

Master touched Brenda's bare back lightly. "Say hello to Mistress Juliana, slave," he said tersely. 

Brenda's mouth moved for a second before any words came out. Finally she stammered, "How...How..do, you do Mistress".

Mistress J looked from Brenda back to Master. Tilting her head slightly and raised her eyebrows. 

"Yes...well won't you come in".

Mistress J stepped out of the doorway. Master put his hand on Brenda's back, guiding her forward. 

As she entered, Brenda saw the impressive home. The entry led into a Great Room that was impeccably decorated. She could see all the way through the Great Room to the glass wall on the back of the house. Beyond the glass was a large private patio and pool. The light coming from under the water in the pool shimmered on the palm trees in the yard. The home was immaculate. 

Mistress J closed the front door and stepped to a coat closet in the entry way. She opened the door and took out coat hanger. 

Looking past Brenda to Master, Mistress J said, "My slaves are not allowed street clothes in my home. Of course this is your slave, but my guests usually respect my house rules." 

"Of course," Master said. Turning to Brenda, "Take off your dress slave, hang it in the closet."

"Yes Sir" 

Brenda slipped out of her dress. She took the hanger from Mistress J, put her dress on it, and hung it in the closet. Brenda turned around facing Master and Mistress J with her eyes cast down. 

Mistress J said, "It is customary for a visiting slave to kiss the Mistress of the house on arrival."

"Kiss Mistress Juliana slave," Master said.

Brenda stepped forward raising her head toward Mistress J's face. 

She felt Mistress J's firm hand on her shoulder stopping her. 

"That is not where a slave kisses a Mistress," she said impatiently. 

Brenda felt the hand on her shoulder pressing her down. She knelt down and Mistress J took her hand off Brenda's shoulder. Taking a step forward, Mistress J used the fingers of both hands to lift the top of the slit in her dress. 

Brenda couldn't believe her face was only inches away from another woman's genitals. Brenda leaned forward and tilted her head back so she could get her lips between her legs and up on the shaved skin. She caught the scent of an expensive perfume. Brenda closed her eyes and put her lips between another woman's legs for the first time. 

Brenda started kissing the smooth inner thighs, then worked her way to the top of her slit and then down. Brenda could feel something very hard under her vulva where she expected to find Mistress J's clit. It did not feel natural, at least not in Brenda's limited experience. 

Mistress J stepped back and looked at Master. "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

Master took Brenda's hand helping her up off the floor When Brenda was standing, he turned his back to her. Mistress J took Master's arm and they walked together into the home. Brenda followed a few steps behind. Mistress J gestured to a spot on an overstuffed couch where Master sat. Mistress J sat next to Master. Brenda remained standing.

Picking up a glass of wine from the end table Mistress J looked at Master and said, "I was just having a glass of wine. Would you join me?"

"Yes, thank you," Master Replied.

"The bottle is on the bar, perhaps your slave will bring it to you," she said as she gestured to Brenda's right.

"Bring me a glass of wine slave."

Brenda turned and saw the bar. Mistress J watched Brenda's every movement as she walked to the bar. She found the glasses under the bar, took the wine bottle from the chiller and poured a glass. Brenda walked back slowly so that she wouldn't make a spill. 

Brenda still felt as though she was walking on her tip toes. Her tits bounced causing the silver beads attached to her nipples to bob about chaotically. Brenda handed the wine glass to her Master. Without looking at her, he pointed to a spot on the rug directly in front of him. 

Brenda knelt down three feet in front of her Master and Mistress J. She spread her knees shoulder width apart and put her hands behind her back grasping her wrists. 

Brenda knelt there while Master and Mistress J talked, completely ignoring her. Master complimented Mistress J on her home and commented on a painting on the wall. Mistress J started a conversion about the artist who painted it. 

Brenda stole glances at Mistress J. With her legs crossed, the slit of her skirt draped open exposing her stocking clad legs. Brenda could see the a small area of exposed skin above her stocking tops but to Brenda's disappointment, Mistress J's crossed legs concealed her crotch. 




Weekend in Vegas Ch. 05



Brenda noticed the shade of red of Mistress J's shoes, corset trim, lipstick and fingernails were all the same.

This is a woman that pays attention to detail, Brenda thought. She felt completely intimidated by her. 

Mistress J and Master continued to talk, all the while ignoring Brenda. The conversation even got around to the Oriental rug Brenda was kneeling on. Mistress J told a long story about finding and buying the rug. Even when they were looking at the rug they both looked past Brenda as if she wasn't there. 

Brenda had never experienced this sort of indifference. Through their actions, Master and Mistress J were demonstrating their dominance over her. Brenda was on display as a sexual object. She had a necklace attached to her tits, pearls running through her shaved cunt lips, and still she was ignored. 

She hated this. She wanted so much for her Master and Mistress J to pay attention to her, even thought she knew what that might mean. She wished she were back in the casino with everyone gawking at her.

"I would like to have a conversion with your slave now, Master William."

That caught Brenda's attention immediately.

"Please do."

Mistress J looked at Brenda. "Slave, has your Master told you why he brought you here tonight?"

"No Mistress."

"Your Master has offered you to me for my entertainment this evening. I don't keep a slave of my own now. I train slaves from time to time and entertain others when it interests me. I haven't decided if I'm going to accept your Master's offer yet. I will base my decision on this interview. If I decide to accept your Master's offer are you willing to submit to me fully?"

"I will do anything my Master tells me to do Mistress."

"I've seen the photo you took of yourself masturbating. Your Master said a photo of me fucking a slave with a strap-on prompted you to fantasize about me. Is that true?

Brenda swallowed hard. "Yes Mistress"

"And yet he tells me you have never had sex with another woman. Is that also true?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Never?"

"Never Mistress"

"You've never eaten out another woman's pussy?"

"No Mistress"

"And no woman has ever eaten out your pussy?"

"I...I don't have a pussy Mistress"

"Then what do you call the wet spot between your legs?"

"That's my cunt Mistress"

Mistress J glanced at Master and smiled. Looking back at Brenda she said, "Has a woman ever eaten out your cunt?"

"No Mistress"

"Did you fantasize about eating me out slave?

"Yes Mistress"

"If you are aroused at the idea of having sex with another woman, why have you never done it?"

"I...always thought it was wrong Mistress"

"Are you a closet lesbian?"

"Oh No Mistress!"

"You don't like to think of yourself as a lesbian?

"No Mistress."

"I spoke to your Master on the phone earlier today. He tells me that last night you practically undressed a cocktail waitress with your eyes."

Brenda felt herself blush all over. 

"What were you thinking about while you were so enamored with the cocktail waitress?"

"I...she had such smooth skin, so beautiful. I wondered what it would be like to touch her."

"Where did you want to touch her?" 

"I...I wanted to touch her everywhere. I wanted to feel her body against mine."

Brenda was shaking with humiliation. She had never told anyone, even her Master, how attracted she was to women.

"You fantasize about having sex with women, about eating pussy and being fucked by another woman, but you don't think you're a lesbian? How can that be?"

"I like men Mistress. I couldn't live without, a man. In my fantasies with women, I'm...I'm forced to do those things."

"Oh I see. You fantasize about being fucked by a women but still hold on to your inhibitions. How convenient," Mistress J said slowly. "And there is no mention of your lesbian fantasies on your blog is there?"

Until that moment it hadn't occurred to Brenda that Mistress J had read her blog. That meant she knew a lot more about Brenda than she had guessed. 

"No Mistress."

"Hmm. Your Master tells me that you are horny all the time, you have excellent cock sucking skills, the rougher he treats you and the harder he fucks you the more you cum. He tells me he thinks of you as his perfect little slave slut. Do you think you're a perfect slave?"

Brenda was shocked to think of her Master describing her to someone this way. There was a time that she would have been offended and angry at being called a slut. Then she felt a flush of pride at the things her Master said. She almost forgot to answer. 

"Oh, no Mistress."

"Good thing you don't. I understand you can be disobedient. Last night you questioned an order to take off your dress and you called your Master by an inappropriate name yesterday afternoon. Isn't that true?"

Brenda had trouble answering, "Ye....Yes Mistress."

"That doesn't sound like a perfect slave to me. Perhaps you would benefit from a woman's touch in your training"

Brenda said nothing. 

"I've seen the photos on your blog of you sucking your Master. I must admit I was impressed." 

Mistress J was referring to a series of four photos that Master ordered her to post. They were taken with a camera on a tripod. Brenda was wearing a blindfold which concealed most of her face. She was on her knees with her elbows and wrists tied behind her back. Master was standing in front of her holding her hair. In the photos Master was seen only from the waist down. 

In the first photo Master's fully erect cock was directly in front of Brenda's face. Brenda's mouth was open and her tongue was sticking out touching the bottom of the big purple head. In the second photo, Masters cock head was in Brenda's mouth. Her cheeks were indented and it was obvious she was sucking hard. In the third photo Master's cock was halfway in Brenda's mouth. Her lips tight around the shaft. In the last photo Master's cock was all the way down Brenda's throat. Her lips were at the bottom of his shaft. Her nose pressed against his abdomen, her chin against his balls. The strain of taking his big cock down her throat evident on her face.

"Do you enjoy sucking cock slave?"

"Yes Mistress"

"And you think you'll enjoy eating my pussy?"

"I don't know Mistress, I think so."

"Do you think your excellent cock sucking skills will translate into excellent pussy eating skills?"

"I, I don't know Mistress. Master trained me to suck cock the way he likes it. I've never eaten pussy. I'll try."

"You understand that whether or not you enjoy it, you will eat my pussy and do anything I tell you to do until I am satisfied?"

"Yes Mistress."

"It's obvious from the from your blog that your Master uses a firm hand with you. The photo after your flogging last month particularly so. That must have been extremely painful, wasn't it slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"How long did it take for your ass to heal?"

"Almost two weeks Mistress."

"Do you enjoy pain slave?"

"No Mistress."

"And yet you obviously get sexual arousal from it. Can you explain that slave?"

Brenda paused before saying, "No Mistress. I hurt when Master does those things to me. But...when he's doing it, hurting me, I'm under his control. He can do anything he want's to me, and somehow that's so exciting that the pain doesn't matter. And then after, when he...fucks me, it's so incredible. It's hard to explain, Mistress."

Mistress J stared at Brenda for a long time, saying nothing. Finally she turned to Master. 

"I accept your offer Master William. As we discussed, you are welcome to watch me with your slave but I may or may not invite you to participate?"

"Yes, that is acceptable." He looked at Brenda. "Slave, you will submit to Mistress Juliana tonight. Anything she tells you to do you will consider a directed order from me. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master." 

"Don't disappoint me, slave."

Brenda's heart was racing as the reality was set in. This was really going to happen. There was no turning back now.

Mistress J said, "Stand up slave, bring more wine for my guest."

Brenda stood up, walked to the bar and returned with the wine bottle. Her hands trembled as she poured. She looked at her Master and saw him smile at her. 

"Put the wine back in the chiller and come back here." Mistress J said.

When Brenda returned, Mistress J she said, "Get my crop from the fireplace mantle."

Brenda walked to the fireplace and saw the black riding crop there. She picked it up and carried it back to the couch. 

"Kneel in front of me. Hand the crop to me with both hands."

Brenda knelt and cast her eyes down towards Mistress J's feet. Mistress took the crop and Brenda put her hands behind her back. 

Mistress J held the crop and traced Brenda's necklace with the leather tongue on the striking end. She started at her neck and slowly ran the tab down her chest to her tits one at a time. She tapped her nipples causing the beads to swing. She ran the crop over and around her tits, then slowly tapped the bottoms of her tits causing the beads to bounce up and down. 

Mistress J turned to Master. "I'm going to take my slave and prepare her. You are welcome to wait here or on the patio if it would make you more comfortable. Please help yourself to more wine if you wish."

"Thank you."

Mistress J stood up saying, "Come with me slave". 

She walked away prompting Brenda to jump up quickly and walk in her jerky steps to keep up. 

Brenda followed Mistress J to a bedroom. She guessed it was a guest room because although it was beautifully decorated, it had no personal items on display.

Once they were both in the bedroom, Mistress Juliana turned and faced Brenda. She held the crop in front of Brenda's face. 

"Open." 

Brenda opened her mouth, Mistress J put the center of the crop in Brenda's mouth, the ends of the crop sticking out evenly on both sides. 

"Close." 

Brenda closed her mouth holding the crop with her teeth.

"If you drop my crop you will be punished."

Mistress J ran her fingers down each chain on Brenda's necklace. When she reached her tits she held the beads in the fingers of each hand. She tugged on the nooses stretching Brenda's nipples. 

"I love this necklace slave. Too bad it won't work with what you'll be wearing tonight. Take it off, and the panties, you may put them on the dresser. Then come over here."

Mistress J turned and walked to the bed. Brenda took off the necklace and panties, then followed Mistress J. She saw a white leather harness on the bed. Standing where she was told, Mistress J began to strap the harness on her. 

She started at Brenda's neck. The harness had a two inch collar that buckled in the back and had a D ring on the front. There were two inch wide straps that came off the collar straight down front and back. The strap in front had three horizontal straps on each side, also 2 inches wide. 

The top set of horizontal straps went above Brenda's tits and under her arms. The middle horizontal straps went under Brenda's tits. The bottom horizontal straps went around the narrowest part of Brenda's waist. All the horizontal straps attached with buckles on the rear vertical strap. 

After Mistress J had buckled all the straps she pulled each one to test the tightness. Satisfied, she stepped back. Brenda was secured in her harness. From the collar a strap ran straight down the front of her body to her waist. Another strap ran straight down the back of her body. The horizontal straps divided her body just above and below her tits and around her waist. 

There were two narrow straps hanging down from the lowest horizontal strap in the front. Each strap was attached about three inches off center. All of the other straps on the harness were flat. The straps hanging down in front had been folded over and the sides sewn together about five inches from each end. It resulted in straps that had one rough edge with stitches and the other rounded and smooth. 

Mistress J passed the straps between Brenda's legs and buckled them to the bottom horizontal strap in the rear. The smooth round side of each strap fit tightly under Brenda's crotch between her cunt and thigh. 

The straps formed a V from the bottom front horizontal strap, went between Brenda's legs and formed another V over Brenda's ass to the bottom rear horizontal strap. The straps were tight against each side of Brenda's crotch but left her cunt available for whatever Mistress J had planned.

Mistress J walked back to the bed and returned with a small object made of silver. She held the object in front of Brenda's face so she could see. It was a tweezers clamp about two inches long. The tips of the clamp were covered with rubber. There was a small bell attached to the other end. Mistress J shook it making the bell chime.

"I like to keep track of my slaves. Spread you cunt. Show me your clit."

Brenda did as she was told, spreading her cunt lips with her fingertips. Mistress J knelt down in front of her. She felt Mistress J touched her clit lightly with a fingernail. Brenda jumped at the stimulation.

"Be still slave," she said harshly

Mistress J slipped the rubber tips of the clamp over the base of Brenda's clit and squeezed it closed. She slid the locking ring up the tweezers arms securing it firmly in place. Brenda could feel her clit swelling under the pressure. She moaned and closed her eyes. 

Mistress J attached leather wrist and ankle cuffs to Brenda. She snapped Brenda's wrist cuffs behind her back on two D rings at the bottom of the rear vertical strap of Brenda's harness, Brenda's hands were now secured behind her back, one above the other. 

Brenda was breathing heavily when Mistress J stepped back to admire her slave. 

"Go stand next to the door facing the wall slave."

Brenda did as she was told. The bell attached to her clit chimed with each step. While she waited she could hear Mistress J moving in the room behind her but couldn't tell what she was doing. Finally Mistress J walked up behind Brenda and told her to turn around. 

Mistress J had taken off her blouse. Her huge tits were held out in front of her by the half cup bra. She had also taken off her leather skirt. Mistress J attached a leash made of silver chain to the D ring on the front of Brenda's collar. She turned, opened the door and tugged on Brenda's leash leading her down the hall. 

Brenda could see that Mistress J was wearing a garter belt under her corset. There were 6 garter straps holding up the stockings on each of her legs. Each garter strap split at the bottom and had two snaps attached to the tops of her stockings. The garter straps looked like upside down Y's. 

The back of Mistress J's corset had a one inch gap held together by the black crisscross laces. The laces were tied in the middle of the corset in a large bow knot. The long loose ends hung down to the crack of Mistress J's ass. 

Brenda couldn't take her eyes off Mistress J as she followed her down the hall. The bottom of black corset flared out over her full hips accentuating her incredibly shapely figure. Her stockings did nothing to conceal her powerful thighs. Her round ass swayed as she walked. It was the walk of a woman in command. 

When they arrived in the Great Room Mistress J saw Master seated outside on the patio. She walked Brenda out so that her Master could see her. 

As they walked out the door onto the patio, Master heard their high heels clicking on the tile floor and the faint the chime of Brenda's bell. He turned and watched the two women approaching. 

What a site! Mistress J looked stunning. Master was surprised to see she had removed her blouse and skirt. Her tits were held up on display by the half cup bra. Wearing only the corset, her figure appeared even more shapely. There were more garters holding up her stockings than he had ever seen one woman wear before. She proudly showed off her shaved pussy. She looked absolutely statuesque. 

Master thought the silver chain leash Mistress J used to lead Brenda was extremely erotic. 

I wonder why I never thought of that, he wondered. 

The white leather harness dividing off Brenda's body into three distinct parts was captivating. It showed off her body beautifully. 

Master followed the sound of the chime and saw the small bell sticking out of Brenda's cunt. The combination of the bell, the white harness and the black crop in her mouth made Brenda look totally submissive. Brenda's eyes were as wide as saucers.

Master took his video camera out of his coat pocked and started filming the performance Mistress J was providing. 

Seeing the camera, Mistress J led Brenda around in a circle several times so that she could be viewed from every angle. She stood Brenda in front of Master and made a show of checking the tightness of Brenda's harness. Brenda's body jerked slightly as Mistress J tugged on each strap. 

Mistress J faced Brenda away from her Master and told her to spread her legs. She tugged down on Brenda's leash and told her to bend over. Brenda did as she was told displaying her ass and cunt to her Master. 

Mistress J stood next to Brenda facing Master. She reached under Brenda's belly and used her fingernails to flick the bell attached to her cunt. The microphone on the video picked up the sound of the bell chiming and Brenda moaning.

Mistress J pulled on the leash and Brenda stood up. She turned Brenda around to face her Master again. Mistress J stood next to Brenda. She took the crop out of Brenda's mouth with her left hand. Mistress J gripped the leash below Brenda's chin with her right hand. She tugged on the leash pulling Brenda toward her. Still holding the leash, she gripped Brenda's chin with her index finger and thumb. Mistress J guided Brenda face to hers. Their lips met. 

Mistress J started to kiss Brenda passionately. Brenda responded by opening her mouth. Mistress J's tongue penetrated Brenda's mouth. Their tongues intertwined. 

Brenda's heart raced. She was not expecting such pleasurable experience. Mistress J's lips were so soft the kiss felt luxurious. 

Mistress J was in complete control. She held Brenda's chin and moved her face in rhythm with her own. Their lips and mouths opened and closed like a dance. Master was treated to brief glimpses of their tongues writhing together like snakes. When Mistress J broke off the contact Brenda was breathless.

Mistress J turned her head to face Master but held onto Brenda's leash and chin. She looked at Master, smiled coyly.

"Oh, I'm going to have such a good time with my slave tonight."

Brenda watched Mistress J and thought, She's trying to tease Master. Why would she do that?

Master revealed no reaction to Mistress J's behavior.

After a moment Mistress J said, "I'm taking my slave to the dungeon now. Would you care to join us?

"I wouldn't miss it," Master replied.



Weekend in Vegas Ch. 06



Mistress J lead Brenda back into the Great Room then down a hallway. She stopped outside a set double doors. She opened the door and entered. The walls were painted dark gray. The room was illuminated by indirect, subtle lighting. 

Looking around the room, Brenda could see many types of bondage apparatus. There was a St Andrew's Cross, a two level spanking bench covered in padded red leather, a pillory and a few others. On one wall there were shelves with an assortment of objects including sex toys, whips, canes, floggers and some that Brenda didn't recognize.

Mistress J offered Master a seat in an overstuffed leather easy chair. He sat down and watched the women. 

In the middle of the room Brenda saw a large wooden desk. She recognized it as the desk in the photo with slavesuzi. Mistress J lead Brenda past the desk to a wall covered with a section of chain link fence. She disconnected the wrist cuffs from the rear of Brenda's harness, then pushed her back against the fence. 

Stretching Brenda's hands above her head, Mistress J attached the wrist cuffs to the fence. She lifted Brenda's right leg to the side so it was almost horizontal and attached the ankle cuff to the fence. She did the same with her left leg. Brenda legs were nearly in a split with her weight supported by her wrist cuffs. The leash hung down between Brenda's tits past her cunt. 

Brenda squirmed, trying in vain to find a comfortable position. She was flexible but had not done a split since she was in college. She could feel her cunt spread widely. As she squirmed the leash was brushing against the clamp attached to her clit causing the bell to chime. She looked at her Master seated in the chair. He smiled as he lifted his video camera and started to record. 

Mistress J stood in front of Brenda and began to run her hands across Brenda's body. She started on her sides running her hands down over Brenda's hips and thighs. 

Mistress J took Brenda's tits in each hand. She stroking Brenda's tits gently at first, then grabbing them roughly digging her fingernails into her flesh. She let go of Brenda's tits and grasped the handle of the crop that Brenda held in her mouth. 

"Open." 

Brenda opened her mouth and Mistress J removed it.

Mistress J began to rub Brenda's tits with her free hand. She pinched Brenda's nipples one after the other. 

"Oh so hard. Are you getting excited slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

Mistress J held the crop up to the bottom of Brenda's tits with both hands, then pinched her nipples against the crop with her thumbs. She started out pinching lightly then steadily increased the pressure while pulling Brenda's nipples away from her body. 

Brenda closed her eyes, her body began to tremble and she began to whimper. When her nipples were stretched beyond endurance she cried out. 

Mistress J released her grip. She let her free hand drop to Brenda's cunt. She pulled on her cunt lips, one a time, then flicked a fingernail across the bell. The bell chimed as the clamp stretched her clit. 

Brenda bit her lip and tried not to move. Mistress J slipped two fingers into Brenda's spread cunt and slowly rotated them inside her. Brenda moaned at the intrusion. 

Mistress J pulled her wet fingers from Brenda's cunt and held them up to her face. 

"Open." 

Brenda opened her mouth. Mistress J put her fingers in Brenda's mouth and she began sucking her own juices. 

"Do you like to taste your cunt slave?"

Brenda nodded while she continued to suck. Mistress J pulled her fingers from Brenda's mouth, stepped back and began to explore Brenda's body with the crop. 

The leather tongue caressed her skin in a random pattern. She moved the crop over Brenda's legs, when she reached her right calf she stopped and began to tap the tongue on the side of her calf. She tapped the same spot five times then struck with enough force to make a sharp crack. 

Brenda flinched and sucked in a breath. 

Mistress J continued the tapping and striking her flesh. She worked up the insides of each thigh to the more tender areas, never striking the same place twice. 

Brenda was trembling. Mistress J started rubbing Brenda's tits with the crop. Mistress J grabbed one and then the other tit, holding it firmly in her free hand. She held out the nipple, tapped it five times and then struck it with what Brenda thought was full force. Brenda cried out. Mistress was smiling as she alternated between Brenda's nipples with this rough treatment. 

Brenda twisted against the restraints and whimpered. Mistress J stepped back and lowered the crop between Brenda's legs. She started to rub her cunt lips and tapping the bell. 

"Since you have never eaten a woman's pussy I'll assume you need some instruction. I have a training technique that has proven to be very effective for my virgin lesbians."

Mistress J held the crop up in front of Brenda's mouth. She opened her mouth without being told to do so. Mistress J put the crop back in it's previous position and Brenda closed her mouth. 

Mistress J turned and walked to the desk in the middle of the room. Opening one of the desk drawers, she took out a red felt bag. She walked back to Brenda slowly. She reached into the bag, took out a wooden clothes pin and held it up in front of Brenda.

"This is how I train slaves to eat pussy. I'm going to put one of these clothes pins on you in every place you should kiss, lick and suck while you're pleasuring me. This should help you remember which parts of my body need your attention. Do you understand?"

Unable to speak with the crop in her mouth, Brenda nodded her head.

"I doubt your hands will be free, but just in case, I like having my tits caressed."

Mistress J pinched the skin below Brenda's left nipple with one hand and attached a clothes pin to it. Brenda made a high pitched squeal and instinctively tried to twist her body away from the clothes pin. Mistress J pinched the skin next to the clothes pin and attached another. She slowly repeated the process until there was a semi-circle of clothes pins around the bottom half of Brenda's left tit. Mistress J paused briefly, then started on Brenda's right tit. 

Brenda was squirming against her restraints. The hard metal from the chain link fence was scratching her back and ass but that discomfort was being overpowered by the clothes pins pinching the sensitive skin on her tits. 

When Mistress J had both of Brenda's tits encircled with clothes pins she stood back. With a clothes pin in each hand she started to gently stroke both of Brenda's nipples with the backs of her fingers.

"Do you like to have your nipples licked and sucked slave?"

Brenda nodded, "Um Hmm."

"So do I, so don't forget them."

She attached a clothes pin to each of Brenda's nipples.

"MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm..." 

Brenda fought against the restraints trying to get free. She was fighting so hard the bell on her cunt was chiming non-stop.

Mistress J smiled and watched in amusement. She turned and faced Master stepping slightly to the side to make sure she was not blocking his view. Master zoomed the camera onto Brenda's tits, then her face. Brenda looked at the camera, closed her eyes and stopped struggling.

"There, that's better. Now, when you're eating me it's important to remember not to go straight for the pussy. I like it better if you take your time getting there. I like to have my thighs kissed and licked, this is a good place to start."

Mistress J started to stroke the inside of Brenda's thighs with the fingernails of both hands. Starting from the back of Brenda's knees she slowly ran her fingers up her thighs to her cunt. Without touching her cunt she ran her fingernails around and above to her lower belly. She gently ran her fingernails up and down just above her cunt. 

Brenda was breathing hard now. Mistress J's touch felt wonderful on her skin but she was afraid of what was coming next. 

Mistress J held up another clothes pin for Brenda to see. Then she pinched the skin on the inside of her right thigh and attached the pin. Brenda started to squirm again. Mistress J continued to slowly attach the clothes pins pausing between each one. Finally there was a straight line of pins going up both her thighs stopping next to her cunt. She repeatedly ran a fingernail along the clothes pins like the keys of a piano.

"Of course I love to have my pussy lips licked and sucked."

Mistress J pulled on both of Brenda's cunt lips stretching them apart. After letting them go she started to attach clothes pins. Eventually she had six clothes pins, side by side, on each of Brenda's cunt lips. 

She stepped back and watched Brenda fighting the restraints. She desperately tried to close her legs to protect her most sensitive area. The bell on her clit rang with every move. Mistress J stood off to one side making sure Master had ample opportunity to video the display from his easy chair. 

"Now, you should be able to tell when you have spent enough time getting me warmed up. Do you know where to go next?"

"MMMMmmmmmm...MMMmmmmmm." 

Brenda nodded her head quickly, fear on her face. 

Mistress J held up one more clothes pin for Brenda to see."That's right slave, next you can start working on my clit."

Mistress J attached the last clothes pin just above the tweezers clamp on Brenda's swollen clit.

"AAAAAhhhhhhhhh...." 

Brenda opened her mouth and screamed. She was in such agony she didn't realize the crop had fallen until she heard it hit the floor. She squirmed and fought against the restraints. Most of the skin under the clothes pins had gone numb by now, but every nerve ending in her clit was on fire. 

Mistress J walked away and let Master video Brenda flailing about. The bell was chimed continuously. The leash, swinging wildly in front of Brenda's body, rubbed on the clothes pin attached to her clit increasing the pain. Eventually she ran out of energy, closed her eyes and stopped struggling. Her mouth was wide open as she breathed deeply trying to catch her breathe.

Mistress J stood behind Master's easy chair and said, "Slave, you dropped my crop!" 

Brenda shivered when she opened her eyes and saw Mistress J's steely eyes. There was no question in Brenda's mind that she would be punished.

Mistress J slowly walked back in front of Brenda. She bent over and picked up the crop. 

"Do you think you can remember what is expected of you when the time comes to pleasure me?"

"Yes Mistress," Brenda said short of breath.

"Would you like me to remove the clothes pins now or do you think you need more time to think about? I wouldn't want you to forget."

"Please take them off Mistress, I won't forget."

"Are you sure slave? If you don't do a good job pleasuring me I'm going to put you back up here and start over."

"I'll be good Mistress, I promise. I'll pleasure you, I'll eat your pussy, I'll do anything."

Mistress J smiled. "I believe you will slave. Now let's get those pins off you."

She held the tongue of the crop to Brenda's right tit and tapped one of the clothes pins. She raised the crop and slapped the clothes pin hard enough to knock it loose from Brenda's skin.

"AAAAAhhhhhh...." The pain was excruciating. The impact from the crop, followed by the pin pulling loose from the skin was bad enough. Once the pin was off, blood rushed into the numb tissue re-awakening the nerve endings. The sensation of the clothes pins coming off hurt worse then going on. 

Mistress J continued to strike the clothes pins one at a time. Most of the time she paused between between strikes. Sometimes she swatted two in rapid succession. Several of the pins took more than one swat to come off. Sometimes two would come off with one swat. 

There was no pattern to help Brenda prepare for the pain. Brenda cried out with each swat. The clothes pins on her nipples were particularly painful.

Mistress J continued swatting the clothes pins on Brenda's thighs, then her cunt lips. Finally there was only one clothes pin left. The one on Brenda's clit. Mistress J removed that one by gently opening it with her fingers. The blood rushing back into Brenda's swollen clit caused a wave of pain that took her breath away.

Mistress J allowed Brenda a moment to catch her breath. Then she said, "I had planned on letting you eat my pussy now but we have this little problem. You dropped my crop on the floor, you disobedient little slut. Something has to be done about that. I don't want it to happen again."

Mistress J unsnapped the ankle cuffs from the chain link fence and lowered Brenda's feet to the floor. Brenda stood on unsteady legs. After disconnecting the wrist cuffs from the fence, she re-attached them to the back of Brenda's harness. 

Mistress J tugged on the leash and lead Brenda to the desk in the middle of the room. She directed Brenda to lie on her back on the desk. 

Above the desk was a metal yoke suspended from the ceiling by a chain. The yoke was about 3 feet wide with attachment snaps on each end. Mistress lifted each of Brenda's legs and attached her ankle cuffs to the snaps. Brenda's arms were under the small of her back, her legs spread wide held up toward the ceiling.

Mistress J walked around the desk running her fingers over her slave's body. She walked to the wall and put her crop the shelf. She picked up a slapper and strolled slowly back to Brenda. 

Mistress J let Brenda see the slapper. It was made of black leather. The body was a rectangular shape, about 4 inches wide and 16 inches long. Mistress held the handle attached to one end with the loop around her wrist. 

She began to run the smooth leather over Brenda's body and up and down her legs. She teased her cunt lips with the slapper and tapped the bell. 

Brenda's clit was still very sore. She wasn't sure if she felt pain or pleasure. Brenda couldn't believe how aroused she was. 

Then without warning Mistress J raised the slapper up and struck the inside of Brenda's left thigh. 

SMAAACK! 

The sound echoed off the walls. Brenda cried out in pain. She struck the same spot on Brenda's right thigh. Brenda twisted against the leg restrains and tried to lift her upper body. 

When she settled down she opened her eyes to see Mistress J standing there between her legs with a smile on her face. She began to rub the slapper against the inside of Brenda's thigh and then struck her on a different spot. 

SMAAACK! 

She worked her way up and down her thighs and ass never hitting the same spot twice. 

SMAAACK! SMAAACK! SMAAACK! 

Brenda struggled and cried out almost continuously. Over and over again Mistress J found a spot on Brenda's legs that had not felt the sting of the slapper. When she finally stopped Brenda was out of breath. Tears streamed down the sides of her face. 

Mistress J walked around the desk to Brenda's head. Letting the slapper dangle from the wrist strap, she began to stroke Brenda's tits with her fingers and fondled her nipples. 

Mistress J leaned over Brenda. Her tits hung down over Brenda's face. Mistress lowered her tits onto Brenda's face and began rubbing then back and forth. 

Brenda was shocked at suddenly having soft skin from Mistress J tits brushing her face. When she felt one of the big hard nipples next to her mouth she began to lick and suck it. Mistress J allowed Brenda to suck that nipple, then moved the other to her mouth for the same treatment. 

Brenda was amazed at how Mistress J's tits were covering her face. She immediately forgot about the slapper. She felt Mistress J's fingers massaging her tits and gently pinching her nipples. Then Mistress J's hand slid down Brenda's belly and between her legs. Brenda felt two fingers slip into her cunt. 

Brenda moaned with pleasure. The soft touch of the fingers in her cunt was everything she desired. She started to grind her hips against the Mistress J's fingers. Brenda sighed while she sucked and licking the tits covering her face. 

Mistress J stood up. Suddenly the fingers were gone from Brenda's cunt, the tits gone from her face. Brenda looked up into Mistress J's smiling face. She was looking down at Brenda while she licked her finger's.

"You have duties before you will be allowed to cum, slave." 

Mistress J unhooked Brenda's ankles. She pulled Brenda up to a sitting position with the leash. Mistress J gave several sharp tugs on the leash until Brenda slid off the desk. She lead Brenda to an overstuffed leather easy chair across from Master. 

Mistress J tugged down on the leash until Brenda knelt in front of the easy chair. She sat on the chair directly in front of Brenda with her legs spread. Brenda stared into Mistress J's shaved pussy. She put one of her stocking clad legs over the arm of the chair and touched the inside of her thigh with the fingers of one hand. 

Master was sitting directly behind Brenda. He had an unobstructed view of Brenda's gorgeous pink ass and cunt. Mistress J faced him giving a clear view of her incredible body. Mistress J looked at Master and smiled as he video taped the two women. 

Brenda watched Mistress J in the chair with her legs spread wide. She breathed deeply while she waited for instructions. She swallowed hard knowing that she would never be the same after what she was about to do. Leaning forward, Mistress J grabbed a handful of Brenda's hair and pulled her toward her pussy. 

With her arms strapped behind her back, Brenda leaned forward awkwardly and had to crawl on her knees to keep her balance. Mistress J held Brenda's face about an inch from her pussy.

"Eat Me Slave." 

Brenda started kissing and nibbling her stocking covered thighs. She was surprised how much she liked the feeling of the nylon against her lips and face. She worked her way from the inside of Mistress J's knee to the top of her stocking, then she did the same on the other leg. 

She kissed and licked the skin above her stockings. When she reached the first garter strap she bit it between her teeth and pulled it away from Mistress J's leg. When it was stretched out she let it go allowing it to snap back into place. 

Brenda kissed and licked her way up to the shaved area above her pussy. When she reached the bottom of Mistress J's corset she bit down on the leather and pulled. She looked up and into Mistress J's smiling face. 

When their eyes met, Mistress J nodded slightly. Brenda closed her eyes and started licking and kissing her skin again. When all of the skin above Mistress J's stockings and around her pussy was wet from Brenda's tongue, she started licking and sucking her pussy lips. 

When she reached her slit she ran her tongue up and down slowly, then nuzzled between the lips kissing and licking. Once again she felt something hard and unnatural where she thought Mistress J's clit should be. She went back to her pussy lips sucking them into her mouth one at a time, licking the soft stretchy tissue while it was sucked inside her mouth. 

So far Brenda was thoroughly enjoying her first taste of another woman's pussy. She kept working at Mistress's pussy feeling it getting wetter. Finally Mistress J pushed Brenda's head back slightly with one hand. Reaching between her legs with the other, she spread her pussy lips with her fingers. That's when Brenda saw the hard object. 

Mistress J's clit was pierced with a silver ring. The piercing was vertical through her clit and the ring poked straight out toward Brenda. Hanging from the ring were two small silver chains one slightly longer than the other. Attached to the end of each chain was a miniature manacle. 

Brenda looked at the piercing then up at Mistress J's smiling face. When Brenda felt the pulling on her hair she put her mouth back on the spread pussy in front of her. 

With her mouth wide open, Brenda covered the pierced clit and started to suck and lick. Feeling the large hard bud with the ring and chains, she flicked her tongue everywhere she could reach. Both flesh and metal were flicked about equally. Brenda heard Mistress J moan and felt the grip tighten on her hair. 




Weekend in Vegas Ch. 06



Master had never seen anything so erotic. He was looking at his slave, arms strapped behind her back bent over and eating another woman for the first time. Brenda had her knees and ankles spread. Her cunt was wide open and soaking wet. The little bell looked incredibly sexy hanging down from her clit. Mistress J was humping her hips against Brenda's mouth, her eyes closed tight.

"Master William, would you please release one of my slave's hands? I must have her fingers inside me"

Master walked behind Brenda and released the snap holding her right wrist restraint. After doing so, he stepped around behind Mistress J's chair. 

With her hand now free Brenda lifted her head long enough to lick her fingers while she looked at her Master. She smiled and plunged her face back into the waiting pussy. 

Brenda had to resist the urge to finger her own cunt. Starting with her middle finger, she penetrated Mistress J. Then she put in her index finger, followed by her ring finger. She manipulated the inside of Mistress J's pussy, while continuing to suck and lick enthusiastically. 

Brenda looked up and saw her Master with the camera. She was so excited she almost came. Her Master wanted her to have this experience and she wanted him to see it. As he watched, Brenda opened her mouth wide and held the little chains and manacles on her tongue for her Master to see. 

Brenda went back to licking and sucking. The slurping sounds were getting louder. Brenda's head was moving up and down rapidly as she tried to reach every part of Mistress J's pussy. 

With her face between Mistress J's legs, she looked up past the leather corset and big tits to see both Mistress J and Master watching. Mistress J was looking at Brenda and biting her lower lip. 

Brenda was in sensory overload. Brenda could feel Mistress J's smooth skin against her face and lips. Brenda breathed deeply through her nose to capture the musky scent of Mistress J's perfume mixed with the natural smell of her aroused pussy. The taste of Mistress J's wet pussy was delicious. Brenda could hear her own slurping sounds mixed with Mistress J's soft moaning. 

Mistress J looked up at Master.

"In case you were wondering, this slave loves to eat pussy"

With her head leaned back toward Master, Mistress J closed her eyes and moaned loudly. Her whole body stiffened as her orgasm rushed over her. She held Brenda's hair tightly to keep the slave working on her pussy, enjoying the waves of pleasure flowing through her body. 

The feeling of another woman cuming in her mouth was nothing like Brenda expected. The sudden change in taste and the rush of wetness was so intense it felt like there was a chemical reaction going on between Brenda's mouth and Mistress J's pussy. 

Oh my God, I love this, thought Brenda. The only way this could be better is if Master were fucking me right now. 

Finally Mistress J's body relaxed and she released Brenda's hair. Brenda did not want to stop and continued eating her soaking pussy. Mistress J had to push her head away to make her stop.

Brenda leaned back panting. She wiped cum off her face with the fingers of her free hand and then licked her fingers clean. She looked into Mistress J's glazed over eyes and smiled. 

Mistress J slowly stood up in front of Brenda. Stepping around her, Mistress J re-attached Brenda's wrist strap to the back of her harness. Leaving Brenda kneeling in front of the chair, Mistress walked back to the desk and opened one of the drawers. 

She reached inside and took out a large black strap-on dildo with a leather harness. She walked back in front of Brenda and started to strap it to her body. Brenda couldn't take her eyes off the dildo dangling in front of her face. 

Is this really going to happen? Am I really going to be fucked by another woman tonight?

Mistress J stood in front of Brenda. The big black dildo sticking straight out in front of her.

"Suck my cock slave"

Brenda leaned forward as Mistress J pushed the hard rubber cock into her face. Brenda opened her mouth and sucked it in. Mistress J held her head and slowly fucked her mouth with the dildo. She mixed her saliva with her Mistress' cum in an effort to get the dildo lubricated. Mistress pulled the dildo out of Brenda's mouth and sat down. 

"Stand up slave, turn around and straddle me. I want your Master to see this." 

Brenda straddled Mistress J's legs spreading her knees wide. She felt Mistress J grab her waist and guide her onto the dildo. 

Brenda looked at her Master sitting in the easy chair. He rubbed his cock through his slacks with one hand and held the video camera with the other. 

Mistress J rubbed the dildo up and down Brenda's slit, she felt the hard rubber tip ready to slip inside. Holding one of the straps on Brenda's harness firmly, she pulled her down ramming the rubber cock all the way inside her cunt. 

The shock of having her cunt filled so abruptly made Brenda feel like she had the wind knocked out of her. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't believe she was really being fucked by another woman. When Brenda finally did inhale it sounded the gasp of a drowning person. 

Mistress J fucked Brenda hard. She held the straps on Brenda's harness with both hands. With a firm grip she rammed the dildo into Brenda's cunt as hard as she could. 

Brenda was bouncing up and down on the dildo, her tits and leash bounced with every thrust. The bell on her clit chimed constantly. The feeling having her arms restrained while the strong dominant woman forced her body up and down on the dildo was incredible. 

She opened her eyes and saw her Master rubbing his cock while he watched her. She came immediately.

Mistress J slowed and then stopped. Pushing on Brenda's ass she said, "Stand up slave." 

Brenda was weak kneed and stood up slowly. Mistress J stood up. Tugging on Brenda's leash, she led her to the spanking bench. She pushed Brenda forward and told her to kneel on the bench.

The lower part of the bench was divided into two leather covered pads. When Brenda knelt on the pads,her legs were spread wide. Mistress J pushed Brenda forward until her torso was lying across the upper section of the bench. Her head was hanging off the end. 

Mistress J moved up behind her. Putting her hands on Brenda's ass she gripped the flesh, rotating her ass forward to give her better access to Brenda's waiting cunt. She abruptly shoved the dildo in and started fucking her again. 

Brenda was in heaven. She could feel Mistress J's hands firmly gripping her hips while she fucked her. Mistress J's long fingernails painfully dug into Brenda's skin, a constant reminder she was being fucked by another woman. 

Mistress J was in total control. Brenda was helpless with her hands strapped behind her back and leaning over the bench, She could do nothing but accept the hard fucking until Mistress J decided to stop. She hoped it wouldn't be soon. 

Brenda had another orgasm and then heard Mistress J speaking to her in a deep throaty voice. 

"You like eating pussy slave?

"Yes Mistress."

"You like being fucked by another woman slave?

Yes Mistress."

"Are you a lesbian slut?"

Brenda didn't answer.

SMACK! Mistress J slapped Brenda's ass.

"Are you a lessie slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Say it!"

"I'm a lessie slut."

"Again, keep saying it until you come again!"

"I'm a lessie slut....I'm a lessie slut...I'm a lessie slut."

Brenda's next orgasm was even stronger than her last. It flowed through her until she felt Mistress J's hand pulling her hair twisting her head around. 

"Look at your Master." 

Brenda looked and saw Master. His hard cock was out of his pants. He stroked it as he watched the two women.

"I think it's time you asked to suck your Master's cock."

Brenda was bouncing back and forth on the bench from Mistress J's hard fucking. Her speech was labored when she said, 

"Master...may I...please suck...your cock?"

Master stood up and took off his clothes. He walked in front of Brenda, his rock hard cock in front of her face. Holding the video camera in his left hand he grabbed her hair with his right. 

She opened her mouth wanting to feel his cock in her throat. He slipped his cock into Brenda's mouth and started to push. 

Brenda wasn't sure if it was because she had been deep throating the night before or if it was because of the hard fucking she was experiencing, but she felt very little gag reflex when his cock hit the back of her mouth. Master pressed harder, Brenda gagged slightly and then his cock was all the way down. 

Master and Mistress J used Brenda like a fuck toy. They set up a rhythm with Brenda's body. Mistress J would pull Brenda back by her hips onto the strap-on getting full penetration in her cunt. Then Master would pull Brenda forward by her hair getting full penetration in her throat. 

Brenda felt like a complete slut and loved it. How long they kept going like this she wasn't sure. Brenda could hardly breathe with her Master's cock slamming in and out of her throat. When she came again they slowed giving her a much needed rest. 

Brenda felt Mistress J leaning over her. Her big tits and hard nipples rubbing against her back. Brenda loved the feeling. Then she heard Mistress speak. At first thought she misunderstood, but she knew she couldn't have. Mistress J's mouth was right next to Brenda's ear when she said,

"Master, may I please suck your cock?"

Brenda opened her eyes as Master pulled his cock out of her mouth. She looked next to her to see Mistress J looking up at Master's face. Master moved his cock in front of Mistress J and she sucked it in her mouth. 

Mistress J continued to fuck Brenda slowly while she sucked and licked Master's cock. She moaned as she sucked. Master let go of Brenda's hair and grabbed Mistress J's hair. He began pumping his cock into her mouth. 

Brenda watched Mistress J suck her Master's cock just inches from her face. She knew she should be jealous but instead she felt total arousal. Master began thrusting his cock into Mistress J's throat until she gagged. 

He pulled his cock out and pressed into Brenda's mouth. She immediately took it all the way down her throat holding it there until she was out of breath. Master pulled his cock out and offered it to Mistress J. She sucked it in but was not able to deep throat. Nevertheless she sucked enthusiastically. 

Mistress J fucked Brenda hard when Brenda was sucking Master's cock. Brenda came again. Master kept his cock in Brenda's mouth as he lifted Mistress J's head by her hair.

"Take off that strap-on."

Mistress J pulled the dildo out of Brenda's cunt and unbuckled the harness. Master pulled his cock out of Brenda's mouth. He walked around the bench and knocked the strap-on out of Mistress J's hands onto the floor. 

He grabbed the back of Brenda's harness and pulled her up to a standing position. He put the camera on spanking bench and aimed it at the desk, then he released Brenda's wrist cuffs from the back of her harness. Taking Mistress J by the arm with one hand and Brenda's leash with the other, he marched both women to the desk. 

Pulling down on Brenda's leash, he said, "On your knees."

As Brenda knelt, he released the leash and grabbed her hair. 

"Open."

Brenda opened her mouth. Master shoved his cock in and rammed it all the way down her throat. Brenda's nose pushed against Master's lower belly, his balls pushed against her chin. Brenda stuck out her tongue and licked his balls. 

Mistress J watched Brenda enviously as Master fucked her throat in a slow steady rhythm. Still holding Brenda's hair with his right hand he put his left hand behind Mistress J's neck and pulled her to him. 

He kissed her deeply, their tongues met and explored each others mouths. Mistress J put both her arms around his neck. Master's hand slid down Mistress J's back and unfastened her bra.

Brenda looked up and saw the embrace and the passionate kiss. She felt a flash of jealousy that was quickly followed by a rush of excitement. She sucked harder on her Master's cock. Brenda's hands were free now. She fingered her cunt with one hand and ran her other hand up Mistress J's leg. 

Brenda found Mistress J's pussy and slipped two fingers inside. Mistress J moaned into Master's mouth. Her body dipped slightly as her knees became weak. Mistress J held Master's neck tightly to steady herself. 

This was the first opportunity Brenda had to touch the tweezers clamp attached to her clit. She moved it from side to side. It stimulated her clit almost to the point of pain. She wiggled the clamp until the bell chimed. The sound aroused Brenda even more. She kept wiggling the clamp until another orgasm swept through her body.

Master released Mistress J's neck and broke off the kiss. His hand slid down to her tits and he pulled off her bra. He grabbed her right tit roughly and pulled it to his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on her nipple then grabbed her left tit for the same treatment. 

After sucking and licking Mistress J's tits, Master pulled his cock out of Brenda's mouth. A long string of saliva drooped between his cock and Brenda's lips."

Pushing down on Mistress J's shoulder he said, "On your knees."

Brenda's fingers slipped out of Mistress J's pussy as she knelt in front of Master. 

Master pulled Brenda's hair and said, "Spit on her tits, get them wet for me." 

Brenda turned and spit on Mistress J's tits several times. 

"Hold your tits up."

Mistress J cupped her tits with both hands and held them up for Master. He slid his cock between her tits. Without needing to be told to do so, Mistress J pressed her tits together engulfing his cock. 

Rocking her body up and down, she stroked Master's cock between her tits several times. She stopped with the head of his cock sticking up between her tits. Leaning her head down, Mistress J pursed her lips and released a long string of saliva over Master's cock head. She squeezed her tits together even harder and started to rock up and down again. 

Brenda stared her Master's cock disappearing between Mistress J's big tits. She was so turned on by the sight she started to finger her clit again.

Master grabbed Brenda's leash and pulled her to her feet. He ran his right index finger through the D ring on the front of Brenda's collar and pulled her to him. He kissed her deeply. It was now Brenda's turn to feel his tongue in her mouth. He put his left hand on the side of her head, then let it slip down so he could fondle her tits. He kissed her long and hard while tit fucking Mistress J. 

He broke the kiss and pushed Brenda back but held her with his finger through the D ring. Brenda looked down at Mistress J and watched the woman squeezing her Master's cock between her big tits. Her whole body was pumping up and down. 

"You like a hard cock, don't you slut?"

"Yes Master."

"Were you teasing me earlier because you wanted my cock?"

"Yes Master."

Master pulled his cock out from between Mistress J's tits and stepped back. 

Turning Brenda toward Mistress J he said, "Take the clamp off my slave's cunt."

Mistress J released the clamp. The rush of blood flow back in her clit made Brenda squeeze her legs together and whimper. He pushed Brenda toward the desk while pointing to one end, 

"On your back slave, ass there" 

Brenda sat on the edge of the desk and lay back as she was told. 

Master grabbed Mistress J's arm, pulled her up.

"Get up, slut. On the desk. My slave is going to eat you while I fuck her." 

Master stepped to the desk where Brenda lay. He lifted Brenda's legs straight up putting her calves across his chest. Her high heels pointed straight up above his shoulders. He dragged her ass to the edge of the desk to his waiting cock. He let his cock lay over her cunt and he rocked back and forth feeling the wet lips massaging his underside of his shaft. 

Brenda spread her cunt lips with fingers exposing her clit. Brenda's whole body jerked when the shaft of Master's cock rubbed against the hard swollen bud. Her clit was so sensitive from the tweezers clamp and clothes pin it felt like an electric shock. She didn't want it to stop. 

Mistress J got up on the desk and squatted over Brenda's face. Brenda looked up into the wet gaping pussy. The clit ring and little chains hung down toward her face. Mistress J lowered her pussy onto Brenda's waiting mouth. Brenda immediately started to lick and suck greedily as Master shoved his cock into Brenda's cunt.

Mistress J pressed and rubbed her pussy onto Brenda's mouth. Brenda had the feeling of being smothered by her pussy and she loved it. Her Master was fucking her so hard her whole body rocked back and forth on the desk. This made her face slide back and forth under Mistress J's wet pussy. The movement only increased Mistress J's pleasure. Mistress J leaned forward and started to finger Brenda's clit. That pushed Brenda over the top into another orgasm. 

Brenda kept working on Mistress J's pussy wanting to make her cum again. Master grabbed the front of Mistress J's corset and pulled her forward onto her knees. He pulled his cock out of Brenda and shoved it into Mistress J's mouth. She sucked him like a whore. 

With her mouth full of cock, Mistress J moaned loudly and flooded Brenda's face with cum. Master pulled his cock out of Mistress J's mouth and began to fuck Brenda again. Mistress J held Brenda's legs behind her knees rocking her ass up and down against Master's thrusts. Master gripped the front of Brenda's harness tightly while he pounded her cunt. 

Brenda thought she would faint as another orgasm swept through her. Master pulled his cock out of Brenda and Mistress J immediately began to suck him again. He continued alternating between Brenda's cunt and Mistress J's mouth.

Eventually he pulled his cock out of Brenda's cunt and walked to the other end of the desk. He climbed on the desk behind Mistress J. 

Brenda wrapped her arms around Mistress J's ass and grabbed on with both hands. She spread Mistress J's ass and thighs opening her pussy for her Master. Master's cock was just above Brenda's face, pointed at Mistress J's pussy like a spear. 

"Do you want my cock, slut?"

"Yes, Master. Please fuck me. Please."

In one hard thrust he rammed his cock into Mistress J. and started fucking her. Mistress J gasped as Brenda began licking and sucking her pussy again. 

Her Master's balls were rubbing across Brenda's forehead and nose with each thrust. Master put his hand on Mistress J's head, pushing her down between Brenda's spread legs. 

"Eat her. Eat her cunt"

Mistress J leaned forward and began to lick and suck Brenda's cunt. The two women were locked in a 69 lapping at each other while Master fucked Mistress J. 

Master pushed Brenda's hands away from Mistress J's ass and grabbed her there himself. Brenda ran her hands over Mistress J's back. The leather corset held closed by the tight laces felt wonderful under Brenda's fingers. Brenda reached under Mistress J and started to caress and squeeze her big tits. Mistress J moaned loudly when Brenda pinched her nipples. 

Brenda could hear the loud slapping sound and feel the impact of her Master's thrusts against Mistress J's ass. She could taste Mistress J's cum and feel it all over her face. Her own orgasms were coursing through her like a waves crashing on a beach. 

Suddenly Master pulled his cock out of Mistress J's pussy. He pushed her forward off of Brenda's face, and stuck his cock in Brenda's open mouth. Brenda tilted her head back as far as she could and Master shoved his cock all the way down her throat. He fucked her that way and then pulled out, ramming his cock back into Mistress J.

He went back and forth between Mistress J's pussy and Brenda's throat until he finally rammed his cock down Brenda's throat and held it there. 




Weekend in Vegas Ch. 06



Brenda felt the goose bumps on her Master's balls and the familiar trembling at the base of his cock. He pulled his cock back so just the head was in Brenda's mouth. Brenda tightened her lips under Master's cock head and sucked as hard as she could.

Master's sperm exploded into Brenda's mouth. She tried to swallow all of his cum but some leaked out of her mouth and ran down the sides of her face. 

They all collapsed in a heap on the desk, totally spent. Eventually Master prompted the women to get up. They all moved to one of the overstuffed easy chairs and curled up in each others arms. 

Eventually Mistress J stirred and got up. 

"Master William, may I please have the key to the locks on this slave's shoes. I'm going to give her a bath"

Master told her where to find the key in his pants pocket. 

Mistress J told Master there was a guest bath in the pool house. He was welcome to take a shower and then help himself to whatever refreshments were available in the bar. After taking the key from the pants pocket Mistress J tugged on Brenda's leash. 

Brenda was dozing in her Master's arms and whined like a child waking from a nap. Master told her to get up and go with Mistress J. 

Mistress J lead Brenda out of the dungeon by the leash.



Weekend in Vegas Ch. 07



Mistress J leaned against the back of the oversized bath tub. Brenda lay between her legs, her back against Mistress J's big tits. The hot, oil scented water caressed and soothed their skin. 

Mistress J used a washcloth to gently stroke and soak Brenda's shoulders, neck and tits. She could feel Mistress J's pussy against the small of her back. Brenda thought she could feel the clit ring touching the skin on her back. She felt totally relaxed, enjoying the feeling of the warm water and Mistress J's smooth skin against her body.

"Mistress, may I ask a question?"

"Yes slave, what do you want to know?"

"It's about your piercing. Did it hurt when you had it done?"

"Yes slave, it was very painful. It bled off and on for several days and it took almost a month to fully heal."

"Why did you do it?"

There was a long pause while she decided whether or not to answer. Finally, "I did it a long time ago, for my Master."

"You had a Master?"

"Yes slave, I was a sub. Now I'm a Switch. I'm submissive with men and dominant with women."

"Did your Master order you to get the piercing, Mistress?"

"No slave, I did it to show my devotion to him."

"Where is your Master now, Mistress?"

"He died four years ago, slave."

"Oh. I'm so sorry, Mistress."

After a long pause Brenda asked, "Mistress, how did you become a switch?"

Mistress chuckled. "It's not something you plan out slave, it just happens."

"I'm sorry Mistress. I shouldn't have asked."

After another long pause, Mistress J said, "I was 23 and just out of law school. I went to work for a law firm here in Las Vegas. I was not a sub, I considered myself a liberated woman and was not going to take a back seat to anyone. 

"One of the partners at the firm changed all that. He was 41 and recently divorced when we met. An imposing man, I fell for him immediately. We carried on an office affair for about a year. He told me right away he didn't want to make the same mistake he had with his wife and that if I thought we were not compatible we should part with no hard feelings. 

"He started to tell me how he wanted me to dress and behave. I resisted at first and he told me if I was unwilling to change then we should end our relationship. He started to discipline me and introduced me to bondage. I loved everything he did even though it conflicted with the image I had of myself. 

"About a year into the relationship he told me to quit the firm and move in with him as his slave. I didn't think I could live as a slave so I broke off the relationship. Then I had to see him every day at work. He treated me with the courtesy he showed to every other associate, but other than that he completely ignored me. 

"Nothing could have made me feel worse. I realized how much I loved him. I also realized how much I missed his dominance over me. I went to him and asked to be his slave. 

"I moved in with him. He trained me and took care of me. He was everything to me. Two years after I became his slave I had the piercing done to show my devotion. He had a sterling silver leash made. Sometimes at S&M clubs or parties he would attach the leash to my clit ring and lead me around to demonstrate his dominance over me. 

"We started to entertain female slaves. At first for his pleasure, later for my pleasure as well. I became more and more dominant with the female slaves but stayed submissive with my Master. 

"We were together 20 years, he died of a heart attack 4 years ago. Since then I entertain female slaves and even take on slaves for training. I seldom submit to a man any more. Tonight was the first time in over a year." 

The thought of being lead about by a leash attached to her clit make Brenda shiver. It would be so embarrassing but the idea excited her tremendously. Did she really want to be exhibited as a slave in front of others? 

"Mistress, when your Master would do things like leading you with a leash by your clit, did you enjoy it?"

"I was humiliated, but I've was never more aroused. If he were here now I would do anything he told me to do and enjoy every second we had together."

Brenda was quiet thinking about her Master. If he were no longer in her life she would be devastated. Would she miss being displayed as a slave then? 

"Thank you Mistress, that helps me a lot."

They lay in the tub quietly, each within their own thoughts. Brenda had one more question she wanted to ask. It took her several minutes to work up the nerve.

"Mistress, when did you know you wanted to submit to Master tonight"

She felt Mistress J's body move as she chuckled quietly.

"When we shook hands at the front door, of course."

Brenda smiled. She was so proud of her Master. 

Brenda felt Mistress J stir and then get up. She sat up on the back of the tub leaving Brenda sitting by herself in the water.

"Turn around slave."

Brenda turned around to see Mistress J sitting on the edge of the tub with her legs spread. Brenda's face was at the same level as Mistress J's crotch. Water ran down Mistress J's body and dripped off her shaved pussy.

"I must return you to your Master soon, but there's time for you to pleasure me once more." 

Brenda smiled, "Yes Mistress."

As she leaned forward and put her face between Mistress J's legs it occurred to Brenda that her list of favorite things had gotten a little longer tonight. 



Brenda and Mistress Jay walked into the great room and found Master sitting on the couch. He had showered and dressed. He watched the two women approach him, their high heels clicking on the tile floor. 

Brenda walked behind Mistress J smiling broadly at her Master. Brenda was wearing her locked slave shoes, Pearl Panty and necklace. Mistress J wore a long black lace dressing gown that was sheer enough to reveal her skin underneath. 

Mistress Juliana directed Brenda to stand in front of her Master. She then stood behind Brenda gently stroking her hair. 

"Master William, I return your perfect little slave slut. She really is quite remarkable. Thank you for sharing her with me."

"It was my pleasure Mistress Juliana. Slave, we really should be going. Get your dress out of the closet and put it on. Wait for me by the door."

"Yes Sir"

Brenda turned and faced Mistress J. "Good bye Mistress, thank you, for everything."

Mistress touched Brenda's face and then took one last long gaze down her body. "Goodbye slave."

Brenda walked to the front door and found her dress in the closet. While she was putting it on she could hear her Master and Mistress J talking quietly but couldn't make out what they were saying. 

Mistress J walked Master to the door and opened it for them. After one last goodbye they stepped outside to find the Asian driver standing next to the open rear door of the Mercedes Benz. Again the driver looked straight ahead as Brenda and her Master got into the car. 

As they drove away Brenda realized how tired she was. Brenda laid her head against Master's chest and curled her legs up on the seat. Master put his arm around her resting his hand on her bare ass. 

They rode in silence for a while. Then Brenda said, "Master, may I please ask a question?"

"Yes slave, you may."

"How did you find Mistress Juliana?"

He squeezed her ass cheek affectionately. 

"I sent a personal message to slavesuzi on her blog. I told her how much you liked her photo, about how you masturbated and fantasizing about Mistress Juliana. I asked her where Mistress Juliana lived and if she could arrange an introduction. Slavesuzi forwarded my message and you're photo to Mistress Juliana. We started an online conversion and eventually spoke on the phone. That led to our meeting tonight."

"Sir, did you know Mistress Juliana was a switch?

"That's two questions slave."

"I'm sorry sir."

Master gently squeezed Brenda's ass. 

"It's alright. No slave, I didn't know Mistress Juliana was a switch until tonight"

"Master what did you think of Mistress Juliana's piercing?"

"I thought it was very sexy slave."

"She got it to show her dedication to her Master. They were together twenty years, he died four years ago."

"I didn't know that slave."

"Master, did you enjoy watching me with Mistress Juliana?"

He squeezed her ass again. 

"Yes slave, I enjoyed it very much. Did you enjoy it as much as you thought you would?"

"Oh yes, Sir. it was wonderful. Even though I've never done it before, when I ate her pussy it felt so wonderful, so natural, like sucking your cock. Then when she fucked me...it was fantastic.

Brenda paused and then said, "Master, did I do anything tonight that bothered you?"

"What do you mean slave?"

"Did I do anything that you didn't like?"

"No slave. But something seems to be bothering you. What is it?"

"The things I said, what Mistress Juliana made me say."

"What things slave?"

"When I said...I was a lesbian, a lessie slut"

Master squeezed her ass gently and chuckled. "No slave. That didn't bother me. I can't think of anything more erotic. If I didn't want Mistress Juliana to fuck you I wouldn't have brought you here tonight. You shouldn't be bothered by it either. I don't think you're a lesbian. You are a very sensual woman who had a new sexual experience tonight that you enjoyed. Just leave it at that."

Brenda hugged her Master. "Thank you, Sir."

"How did you feel watching me fuck Mistress Juliana?"

"When I saw her sucking your cock, I thought I should be jealous. But she was fucking me then and watching her suck you made me cum again. Then later when you were fucking her and I was eating her, I don't know. I was so turned on. Then you made her eat me and I couldn't stop cuming. I just didn't want to stop. Master, when you came in my mouth, it made me feel so special. It didn't matter what you did before that."

"You are special slave."

Brenda was quiet for a few minutes while she savored those words. 

"Master, will we ever see Mistress Juliana again?"

"Well, Mistress Juliana invited us to stay at her home as her guests the next time we're in Vegas."

Brenda sat up and looked into her Master's face.

"Oh Sir, can we? Please."

He smiled and squeezed her ass again. 

"I think we'll see Mistress Juliana again slave. Staying at her home for a few days might be fun. She asked me to give you this. She said she hoped it would make you think of her."

From his jacket pocked he pulled out the tweezers clamp and bell. He handed it to Brenda. She held it in her hand and stared at it thinking of all the things she had done tonight. 

Brenda settled back down against Master's chest and closed her eyes. She said nothing for the rest of the drive. All she could think about were the possibilities of being a slave to Master and Mistress Juliana for a whole weekend. 

They arrived back at the casino a little after 2:00 AM. The entrance wasn't as busy as when they left but there were still people coming and going. 

The doorman opened the rear door and Master got out first. Brenda's skirt was hiked up just above her cunt and exposing about half her ass. While her Master's back was turned she pulled the skirt up to her waist and slid across the seat to the open door. 

She stepped one foot on the ground but then paused pretending to adjust the front of her dress. She pulling each side away from her body and exposing her tits briefly. She looked up to see her Master holding out his hand and the doorman staring between her spread legs. She took her Masters hand and stepped out of the car.

Brenda stood next to her Master with her dress pulled up around her waist. Ignoring the wide eyed door man, she looked into her Master's smiling face. 

"Master, should I pull my skirt down before we go inside? I think my cunt is showing."

"Yes slave, but wait until you're to the front door. Run along now, I'll meet you there. I'm going to tip the doorman."

Brenda walked across the driveway to the sidewalk wiggling her ass more than she needed to. She held the tweezers clamp in her hand allowing the bell to chime as she swung her arms. 

Brenda literally stopped traffic. No one wanted to miss seeing the pretty woman with pearls running through her ass and cunt. She walked in step with the beat of the Anita Hill pop song "You Ring My Bell" playing in her head. When she arrived at the front door she stopped and pulled down her skirt, then looked back at her Master with a big smile. Master turned back to the doorman. 

The doorman looked from Brenda back to Master. He did not hold out his hand but said, "Oh thank you sir. That's the best tip I've gotten all night." 



Sunday Morning

The slept until 10:00 AM. Brenda brewed coffee using the in room coffee maker. She served it to Master in bed. 

Master had the video camera connected to his notebook computer and they watched Brenda strip and masturbate in the hallway. At times Brenda was giggling, or making long OOOOooo sounds. Master was selecting screen shots to capture still images. 

When they were done watching the video, Master connected to the internet and went to the voyeureworld.com web page. He posted some of the photos of Brenda that did not show her face. 

Afterward they lay there quietly until Brenda spoke.

"Master, I've had such a good time this weekend. I enjoyed everything. It's going to be really hard to go back home, to our regular life I mean."

"I know slave, it will be hard for me as well. But that's what we're going to do. We have a couple of big responsibilities waiting for us."

"Sir, if it wasn't for the kids, I'd want to be your 24/7 slave. I know I can't do that now. But maybe someday?"

"Maybe someday slave."

"Master, what would you think if I wanted to get my clit pierced like Mistress Juliana?"

"That's not something I would order you to do slave."

"But what if I wanted to do it Sir? Would you allow me?"

"Is that what you want to do slave?"

"I'm not sure, she said it was very painful. But I like the idea of dedicating myself to my Master"

"If you decide you want to do it then we can discuss it slave."

"Yes Sir. Master, what time do we have to leave today?"

"Our plane leaves at 3:30. I've arranged for a late check out from the hotel."

Brenda sat up in bed.

"Master can we go back to the pool this morning? We could have a late breakfast or early lunch there. It would be just about time to leave when we're done."

He smiled and said, "Yes slave, we can go to the pool. Go get ready."

Brenda went into the bathroom. Master put away the computer and video camera, then put on his swimsuit. When Brenda came out of the bathroom she was wearing the monikini. 

The material was about three inches wide where it covered her nipples leaving the sides of her tits exposed. The suit narrowed the lower it went on her body. The V came together about an inch above her cunt. 

The material covering her crotch was only about an inch wide. It covered her cunt lips, but just barely. She made a turn in front of the mirror. Except for the string that went from her ass crack to her shoulders she was completely exposed. Looking from the side even more of her tits could be seen than from the front. 

She smoothed the front of the suit and ran her fingers under the material that barely covered her cunt. She turned away from the mirror, facing her Master with a huge smile on her face.

"Do I look all right sir?"

"Yes slave, you look fantastic." 



There weren't as many people at the pool as there were on Saturday afternoon. The people that were there noticed Brenda. She took a quick swim while Master ordered breakfast. 

When she walked back to their cabana she noticed the two college boys that had been staring at her the day before. They stared at her even harder now. After she got back to her lounge the two boys moved to lounge chairs directly across from her about twenty feet away. They made no effort to be discreet while watching Brenda. 

"I think you have a fan club slave," Master said grinning.

Brenda smiled. "I've had so much fun on this trip Master. I hope we can do it again." The she added, "But I still want to go to the farmhouse, just the two of us."

Master looked at her and smiled back. 

Brenda made an exaggerated stretch, raising her arms above her head while bending one knee and sliding her foot up on the cushion of the lounge. She felt the fabric from the monokini tighten between her legs. She stretched a little more and felt it slip between her cunt lips. She lay there with her legs spread, looking at her Master innocently.

They both heard the duet of moans coming from the college boys. It sounded like a cross between lonely puppies and a cry of pain. 

Master looked at the two boys. Both were wide eyed staring at Brenda. One was holding his hands on the side of his head, the other was biting his towel. 

Master looked between Brenda's spread legs. The white fabric of the swimsuit disappeared into the slit between Brenda's shaved cunt lips. Brenda made no move to cover herself. 

"Slave, you are a Cock Teasing Little Slut," he said slowly. 

Brenda smiled. "Oh Master, you say the sweetest things to me." 



The End