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Soccer Mom Slave
Weekend in Vegas
By: Kahiltna
Monday 12 days later
It was almost two weeks later and Brenda kept daydreaming about Mistress J. Thinking more than a few times how much she would like to see slavesuzi’s video. She 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 can 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, some were at hotels and a few were even outdoors in some remote area. Three days and two nights with master, what would that be like? Their meetings were normally very intense. She flashed back to their last meeting with master, by far the most intense yet. Could she handle that for days at a time? She didn’t know the answer, but she wanted to go.
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?’ That worked like a charm. 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 would take, what she would wear when it occurred to her that Master would not tell her any of that until the day before the trip.
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. By the time Brenda showered and got downstairs the kids were done eating and sent back to their rooms to get dressed. Brenda was able to eat undisturbed while Bill finished getting the kids ready to go. Then he unexpectedly kissed her on the cheek and said, “I have to go, I’ll see you later” and walked out. Brenda was surprised but recovered quickly realizing she had to get dressed to go if she was going to get the kids to school, stop by Wendy’s place and then make it to the airport.
Brenda had decided ‘dress normally’ meant like any other day so she started with her bra and panties. She flashed back to her last meeting with master. She bought the bra and thong for that meeting on sale at Walmart knowing she was wearing them without permission and they probably would not survive the day. ‘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 and it occurred to her she wore the same shoes to her last meeting with Master. ‘I wonder if that is a coincidence’ she thought.
Brenda dropped off the kids at school and made sure they understood that Aunt Wendy would pick them up. She drove to Wendy’s house to drop off the kids things. 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 parking spot in long term parking was not difficult but it was a long walk to the terminal. She had planned to be 10 minutes early, good thing because she arrived exactly at 10:00 and saw her master waiting.
“Hello Master” she 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 hand 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 stitch of clothing. Not knowing if she would be naked for two days had 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 smarty 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 department store 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 gave the appropriate reply “Yes Master”. She watched him walk away and then looked around for the rest rooms. She didn’t have to go far to find one, 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 I 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. It was snug around her waist and bust with a loose flowing skirt that was very short. The neckline was very low, about an 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 out to look at herself in the mirror.
Her first impression was the dress looked good on her but it was way too revealing to wear at home. She was showing a great deal of cleavage. Her tits were clearly outlined under the thin material, her nipples bumping out against the fabric. She smoothed down the sides of the 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 and turned toward the door. She saw woman about her age looking at her. The woman was dressed in slacks and a baggy blouse. The woman was looking at Brenda’s body, she suddenly looked up and made they made eye contact. The woman seemed to be embarrassed and 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 on top of the world. 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 heels and 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 picked for her.
The baggage claim area was mobbed. People were crowded everywhere. She looked for Master but couldn’t find him. Walking around she 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 up to him then 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 her by the elbow guiding her toward the door and said “Come slave”. Brenda followed without hesitation.
They walked toward the taxi stand in silence. Once outside, Brenda felt the desert heat first, 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. She felt master’s grip on her elbow.
“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 but released the dress. She could feel it start to blow about in the wind but she didn’t touch it again.
“For the rest of this weekend you are forbidden from adjusting 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.
He guided her toward a cab waiting at the curb, the driver standing by the open rear door staring 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 into the seat. Brenda’s dress rode up to the top of her thighs, she could feel the 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” while he 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.
Looking in the mirror, the driver asked, “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.
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 smiled.
“Slave, quit trying so hard”
He gently put 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.”
Brenda started to relax her leg muscles. She could feel the gentle stroking on her inner thighs. 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 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 say,
“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 and squeezed her master’s arm.
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 up around 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. 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 felt 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, overweight, dressed in baggy clothes. 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.
After checking in they were escorted to their room by the Bellman. 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 he handed Master the room key and closed the door behind him. Brenda was 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. Master walked up behind Brenda and embraced her from behind. Brenda responded by wiggling back toward him, then stood still enjoying the moment. Then 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. “Over here slave” he said. 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, sir, 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 frightened”
After a minute he broke the silence by saying “I understand slave, but surely you understand this kind of transgression 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 tradition way. Her head was to his left, her legs stretched out on one end of the couch, she rested her forearms on the other end of the couch holding her head up.
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.
She lay her head down on her forearms. He gently stroked her hair away from the side of her face and could see her little smile. 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.
“I’m going spank you 20 times slave” He said. You will count each one. When I spank you the first time you will say 1, and Master. On the second you will you will say 2 and Sir. You will continue to count alternating between Master and Sir until you reach 20. Do you understand slave?”
Brenda nodded her head in reply.
SMAAACK! The first spank took Brenda by surprise as the sound echoed in the room. “OOOO..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. He continued this way, pausing between spanks to gently stroke her ass and thighs. Brenda felt the sting of each blow followed by the gentle touch of his fingers. She squirmed her hips slightly enjoying the pleasurable afterglow of each strike.
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.
SMACK! “Fourteen Sir!” Brenda could hear her voice 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.
SMACK! “Nineteen Master! Brenda was gripping the couch fabric 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 breath and began to relax. Her Master gently stroked her ass and thighs. He gazed at the glowing pink skin on her ass, 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 getting the kids off to school, going to her sister’s house, then rushing to the airport, the flight and everything that had happened once they arrived in Las Vegas. She felt like all that stress had been relieved by 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 touched her fingers to 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 but stopped after two steps, she 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 Master”. 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. While she walked through the casino 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 where master picked up their tickets for the Celine Dion show that evening. Brenda was excited about seeing the singer in person. Following the signs, they arrived at the ‘Forum’ shopping area. They stopped to look at the directory to locate the women’s apparel shops. Brenda bent over at the waist a little, just for fun, while looking at the directory. She imagined her skirt riding up the backs of her thighs and men looking. She was too shy to see if anyone was looking but had fun showing off just the same.
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 shopping with her Master and was surprised at how he 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 sleves, a shallow V neckline, the hemline was about three inches above Brenda’s knee. When she tried it on Master took one look at Brenda in the dress 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. It was form fitting on her body, made of a synthetic material, 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 both arms to her wrists. The effect was a long sleeve dress that covered 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 she liked it or not. 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 this was a very different store. All the clothes were very skimpy and revealing. Master walked through the displays looking as if he had something in mind. 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 yes, 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 yes” the clerk said, “We have just the thing right here”
She looked through the display of dresses that Master had been looking at, pulled out one and held it up. The dress had draped material that formed a very deep V neckline. The back was very low, the material in the front of the skirt was flat, the back was bunched up in horizontal folds with a vertical seam running up the center. Master he 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 great”
Master took the dress from the clerk, 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 right over her ass crack. ‘No one could wear this in public’, she thought. ‘Not even in Vegas!’ She walked out of the dressing room where Master waited with the clerk.
The clerk 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. She thought she looked almost modest in comparison.
After they left the store they walked until they found a shoe store. Again Master guided her 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 and you won’t need a handbag slave” was all he said. Brenda picked out a small black handbag, they paid and left the store.
“Just one more stop slave”, Master said guiding her to another shop. “You’re going to need stockings to go with your black dress”. They went into a lingerie shop and were immediately 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 Madaam Claudette (pronouncing “madamm’ with a long A in the European fashion). “How may I help you?” 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 with a full welt.
Madaam 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 Madaam 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 men’s shop, I’ll meet you back her shortly” he handed the shopping bag to Brenda, turned and walked away.
Brenda followed Madaam Claudette. She guided her to a private room decorated with beautiful antique furniture and told Brenda to put her things down. After taking her measurements, they went into the shop to the stocking display. All the while Madaam 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 she never stopped talking, describing the selections, the advantages and disadvantages of each, telling Brenda how wonderful she would look.
Brenda asked questions about some of the garments. Madaam 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. Madaam Claudette laid out each of the items on a display table in sets, bra, garter belt and stockings continuing to describe how the garter belts should be worn about her natural waist and not down low like hip huggers.
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 Madaam Claudette stood behind her and said, “Yes lovely…and of course we have the matching panty in thong or full cut, whichever you prefer.”
“Oh master normally doesn’t allow me to wear pant…..”
Brenda couldn’t believe what she had blurted out. She shifted her gaze in the mirror to Madaam Claudette’s reflection looking straight into her eyes. Brenda looked down and not knowing what else to do said,
“umm, panties”
“Ahh, so you’re a submissive then?”
“Yes madaam” 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.
Madaam Claudette saw Brenda’s down cast eyes and could tell from her 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 all 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 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 Madaam Claudette eyes, “You mean, you…”
Madaam Claudette smiled, “Oh yes, I have had submissive relationships with men. I found it very fulfilling.” Brenda smiled and said “Oh yes Madaam, I’ve been fulfilled too” They both laughed, Brenda felt like she was talking to an old friend.
“Now let’s try on some lingerie, shall we? Take off your dress”
Brenda hesitated, “Madaam, I’m not wearing anything under my dress”
“Of course you’re not ‘esclave’, now take off the dress.”
Brenda took off her dress and stood naked in front of Madaam Claudette. She immediately started talking non-stop while helping Brenda try on the lingerie. They settled on an eight strap garter belt and then a strapless bra. The bra was very low cut barely covering her nipples. It lifted Brenda’s tits and displayed them proudly. She 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, Madaam 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 and tan, back-seamed stockings.
The stockings were very long, coming right to the top of her thighs. The straps on the garter belt were too long to hold up the stockings. Madaam 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 think I have something you should try.”
She 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 thin material.
“Oh my dear, you look stunning”
“Madaam, I’m not sure how Master will react to the panties or the bra for that matter. Sometimes he’s adamant about that”
“I’ll speak to your master. Leave it to me”
“Yes Madaam. “Brenda realized she was becoming submissive to the older woman.
As Brenda started to get undressed Madaam Claudette asked “Do you have something else in your shopping bag my dear?”
“Yes Madaam, it’s another dress.”
“Take it out and try it on, let me see what I can do with it.”
Brenda took off all of the lingerie, handing it to Madaam Claudette. As Madaam 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 when she thought about wearing the dress in public. Madam Claudette turned and looked at Brenda.
“Oh my dear, I don’t think you’ll be wearing stockings with that dress”.
Brenda looked turned and said, “Oh Madaam, I’ve never worn anything like this before. The green dress is so revealing, but this one is…how can I wear it in public. What will I do?”
“Your Master bought this dresses, Yes?”
“Yes Madaam.”
“Well then, you will wear it when you are told to do so.”
“Yes Madaam” Brenda said as she looked down.
“My dear you look stunning in all of those dresses. My god, in this dress you will make men faint and women will be green with envy. 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? 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 lace waist band was about two inches wide. There was no fabric in the crotch, only two strands of pearls. Brenda stared at the panties and said “Madaam…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 Madaam”
When she walked out of the fitting room with Brenda’s purchases Madaam Claudette saw master waiting and walked directly up to him.
“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 décolleté that take your breath away. 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 Madaam Claudette. Not only because of the long speech about the lingerie but also because she had used the reference ‘slave’. Just then Brenda came out of the private fitting room and cheerfully said, “Hello Master” He looked to Brenda, then back to Madaam Claudette and finally said, “Ah…very well Madaam”
Madaam Claudette promised to have the altered garter belt and the rest of the lingerie delivered to their room. As they were leaving, Madaam 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 little girls.
As they walked away master was about to ask if Brenda knew what she meant by ‘fulfilled’. Then Brenda took his arm and rubbed her tit 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 upstairs in the elevator. 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 Madaam 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 said apprehensively, “Is it all right Master?”
“Yes save its fine” and they kissed again.
As the car came to a stop on their floor the doors opened while they held their embrace. A young couple stood in front of the open door looking at Brenda’s bare ass. Brenda released her master’s neck and 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 told Brenda that they had 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, after watching for a few minutes the heard a knock at the door. Assuming it was Madam Claudette delivering the lingerie, she picked up her master’s polo shirt and slipped it on. Brenda opened the door and saw a bellman standing in the hall holding a shopping bag.
“I have a delivery from the lingerie shop downstairs” he said excitedly while he stared at Brenda’s dressed only in the polo shirt.
“Oh sure…wait 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. She knew the shirt was riding up exposing her ass and cunt to the Bellman and it gave her a huge thrill. Taking $10 out of the billfold she stood up and walking back to the Bellman. She stepped a little firmer than she needed to so her tits would bounce, she handed him the bill. The Bellman seemed out of breath but said, “Oh thank you ma’am”. Brenda took the shopping bag and closed the door.
She immediately felt 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 her 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. 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. He heard Brenda’s voice quietly say “Master?” As he turned he saw her walk out onto the balcony and stop next to the rail with her hands on her hips wearing only the lingerie. The strapless bra barley covered her nipples and pressed her tits up provocatively, the garter belt clearly visible through the shear black panties, garter straps holding up the sheer tan stockings that came all the way to the top of her thighs. The black ankle straps on her high heels a stark contrast 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?” Brenda turned around. Looking back over her shoulder 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 tapered into the back-seams running up Brenda’s legs. The tops of the stockings were so high they went slightly over the bottom curve of her ass. The stockings where held in place buy the firm grip of the 4 garter clasps on each leg. He could see every detail of her ass through the panties. Brenda turned around and faced her master. His eyes were drawn to the front of the panties, He could clearly see her cunt lips through the transparent material.
“Master will the bra and panties be 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.
“Madaam 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 the dress she could feel the garter belt and clasps. She looked in the mirror and saw that the garter clasps made visible bumps through the tight material. She ran her hand around her thighs touching each of the bumps and felt a little thrill. The hem of the dress was short covering the 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. He turned to face her and 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 left 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 at. They rode the elevator to the lobby, master couldn’t keep his eyes off his lovely slave. Thinking of what he had in store for her brought a smile to his face.
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