Soccer Mom Slave

Weekend in Vegas

By: Kahiltna

Wednesday Early Afternoon

Brenda had been running errands most of the morning. After dropping the kids off at school she went to her aerobics class at the health club. Then it was off the dry cleaner, a quick stop at the library where she did volunteer work to drop off some paperwork then the grocery shopping and now back home. She 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 he received an inheritance that had 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 now were dept free.  Their investment portfolio was doing well. Brenda was confident about having college money for the kids.  They weren’t getting rich off 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 had his side business building custom golf clubs which had gone from a hobby to some pretty serious cash.  They continued to live within their means and were doing much 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 but 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.  The meetings with master were the stuff dreams are made of, at least when you’re a Sub.  When she was with master she was swept away in a fantasy world.

Basically it 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. Fortunately 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.  

After she had lunch she checked the clock, two and a half hours until she had to pick up the kids. Maybe she would take a look at the internet.  She logged on and checked her email, then looked at a few face book pages for 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, 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 had 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 which he handled well, she had no complaints.

She had become comfortable on the site, eventually starting her own anonymous blog spot under the web name “luvBnaslave”.  She would describe her feelings and some of her meetings with master, even offer advice to others. She was getting quite a following.  At the direction of her master she even posted some photos, no faces of course.

She logged on and started cruising through the forums, then took a look at the blog spot for her old friend ‘slavesuzi’. She had never posted anything indicating she was attracted to women, but today there was something different. Slavesuzi 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.  There was a link to a photo that Brenda opened.  There was slavesuzi bent over a desk with another woman fucking her from the behind with the strap.  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 cutie, petite with small tits. Mistress J towered over her. She must have been 5ft 10in and had a powerful figure. Her tits were huge, D cup or maybe DD. She looked to be around 40 with blond hair and striking good looks. The strap-on secured to the Mistress J’s waist, upper legs and crotch with a leather harness.  She had a firm grip on slavesuzi’s hips.  Slavsuzi 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, Brenda could feel the tingling start to stir in her cunt.

“Ohhh…” Thought Brenda, “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea”

She kept looking at the photo. Brenda had never had a sexual experience with another woman but it had occurred to her. 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 and at times she found herself becoming excited as she admired other women’s bodies. Today she was fantasizing about the two women in the photo. She started to imagine herself as slavesuzi. She could almost feel the Domme gripping her hips roughly.  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 masturbate today?”  She continued looking at the photo not sure what she would do if master said no.  Her phone chirped, 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, attached to her text and sent it to master with no other explanation.  A second after she pressed the send button she wondered if she made a mistake. Would master be angry? Would he think I was more attracted to a female Domme than to him?

Her phone chirped, 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 and closed the door. She 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 or 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 she remembered she had to take a photo.  Tossing the dildo on the bed, she ran back downstairs to get her phone. She got 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 over about 8 feet from the dresser. She set the angle on the mirror and then leaned over the dresser with her legs spread. She guessed she would be using the dildo in her right hand so she held her phone in her left and several awkward attempts she snapped a photo. After checking the photo, she wasn’t happy with the angle so she adjusted the mirror and tried again. The angle was almost the same as slavesuzi’s picture. Pleased with her ingenuity, she left her phone on the dresser, and walked over to the bed.

She picked up the dildo and smiled thinking of the first time her husband showed it to her. “Say hello to my little friend” in his best Al Pacino/Scarface imitation.  She remembered laughing out loud and Bill had to ssshhh her, the kids might hear. 

She lay down on her stomach holding the dildo with both hands and looked at the dresser. “What would the Mistress J do to me if she were here?” She thought.  She 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. She 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.  She was sucking and licking the dildo now, making sure it was wet from her saliva.

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 big 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 head up and down her clit enjoying sensation.

She imagined Mistress J squatting over her 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 jucies, she imagined her fingers were Mistress J’s cunt. Brenda licked and sucked her fingers fantasizing about being forced to eat another woman.  Brenda 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 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 to get excited again.

Brenda got off the bed 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 making 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 motion. The nubs rubbing against her clit were having the desired effect. Her cunt was alive again with sensations.  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 when she remembered the photo. Holding the dildo with her right hand she picked up her camera with her left hand and took several pictures. Handling the camera 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 camera.  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 her husband. She wouldn’t change anything.

She sighed as she thought “Back to reality” Brenda cleaned 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.

Later that evening Brenda used her online identity luvBnaslave, to send a personal message to slavesuzi through her blog telling her how much she liked her photo. Brenda 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 had watched and took video.  The photo on her blog was a frame shot from the video.  Slavesuzi told Brenda being fucked by Mistress J while her Master watched was ‘FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

  

   

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. 

Soccer Mom Slave

Weekend in Vegas

By: Kahiltna

Friday Evening

As they walked through the casino Brenda 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 took her master’s arm. She was so happy her master 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 quietly 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 remembered to allow her master to order for her. She didn’t know why but this subtle submissive gesture meant a lot to her.

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, a wine captain who offered to make recommendations on a wine selection.   Each of the waiters spent considerable time looking down the front of Brenda’s dress and legs.  Other guests seated in the restaurant were stealing glances at Brenda.  She pretended not to notice but loved every minute of the attention.  

Master ordered their dinner, salads for each of them, Lobster Bordelaise for Brenda, Roasted Veal Chop for himself.  He allowed the wine captain to suggest a bottle of Chardonnay from the wine menu. After the wine was poured and they were alone, Master held up his wine glass toward Brenda in a toast and said, “To my beautiful slave, you own the room.”  Brenda blushed thanking her master. 

The dinner was wonderful, each course was perfection, the service impeccable.  After they had desert and finished their 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?” 

She suddenly realized the assistant waiter had moved up behind her to help with her chair and must have overheard her. She blushed as her 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, she 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 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 at the thought of her master ordering her to flash her stockings in public.  Knowing that his eyes were on her as she walked away from the table excited her even more. 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.  She walked back to the table noticing the glances from some 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” His 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. “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 theatre.  The ushers had started seating for the performance and they were escorted to their seats.  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.  She 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 theatre.  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 theatre, 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 after she went into a stall.  The hem of her dress was a little higher now 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. She 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 as she was leaning over. It occurred to Brenda that the white dress that Master bought her was even more revealing than the toga worn by the waitress. She 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 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, stood up and offered her 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, they walked up and he dropped some cash on the table saying, “Chips please”.   

The dealer took the cash and replaced it with some chips.  Master asked Brenda to pick them up for her. 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” This must be the tequila talking she thought. 

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 and replied, “You gotta bet” placing them on the numbers. 

They began what would become their routine for the next hour. 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”

She hesitated “But I’ve never done it before Master” As loud as it was around the table she couldn’t be sure if anyone could overhear but she didn’t care.

“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 slave”.

Brenda did as she was told leaning over the table more than she really needed to and jumped slightly as she tossed the dice knowing it would shake her tits.  When the dice came to rest the dealer called out “7 WINNER” The table erupted in cheers, Brenda jumped up and down and then threw her arms around her master’s neck giving him a kiss. When he hugged Brenda around the waist, she could felt a little tug on the back of the dress.  By now Brenda knew her dress riding up, she was sure the tops of her stockings and probably 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 placing the bets, Brenda rolling 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 the same amount 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, 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.”

After they cashed in their winnings he guided Brenda toward the elevators.  He let his hand slide across her ass and ran his fingers on the bare skin above her stockings. Brenda realized the hem of her dress was much higher than she thought.  As they walked past a mirror she could clearly see bare skin above the tops of her stockings, the garter straps and the bottom of her black sheer panties.  Her heart skipped a beat at the sight. Brenda knew she should feel embarrassed but she didn’t. In spite of that she said, “Master, may I pull my skirt down?”

“Not a chance slave” he said firmly. 

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. Then she felt him give a little tug on her dress pulling it up even higher. He ran his fingers over the exposed nylon panties covering her ass. Brenda’s heart raced, she was so aroused now she just wanted to do whatever her Master told her to do. 

The bell rang, the elevator doors opened and he guided her inside. He hugged her around the waist and kissed her.  When the doors closed he pulled the hem of Brenda’s dress up to her waist. Brenda was kissing her Master passionately now, her tongue probing 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 gently stroked her slit through the panties.

Brenda had her eyes closed as he pulled her panties aside exposing her wet cunt.  Gently spreading her cunt lips he touched her clit. 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, her dress pulled up over her hips. The hallway was deserted.  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 said as she spread her legs. Her cunt was clearly visible through the panties. Without being told to do so she started smoothing out her stockings, starting at her ankles and working her way up to the stocking tops.

“Stand up slave”

“Yes sir” Brenda stood.

“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 pin up pose. 

“Spread your legs a little more slave”

“Like this master?” she said as she separated her feet.

“More”

“Yes sir” Brenda’s feet were now a much more than shoulder width apart. 

“Bend over and put your hands on the couch slave”

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

“Do you want to finger your cunt slave?”

“Yes sir”

“Finger your cunt slave 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 and gently 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 immediately stopped. “Stand up and put your legs together” Brenda did as she was told.  “Now take off your panties.

Brenda put both 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, then stood up and carefully stepped out of them one foot at a time.

“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.  He 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. He touched her clit causing her to breathe in and her body to jerk.  He slipped his finger into her cunt and started to finger slowly at first, then started to pick up speed.  Brenda responded by pressing her hips back against his hand matching his rhythm. It was clear by her body movement that she was becoming more aroused.

“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 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 handed it to her master’s outstretched hand. Standing there in her lingerie 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”

“Yes sir” she said reaching behind her.  She unclasped the bra and handed it to her master. 

“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 pinching her nipples.  She was frightened and about being naked in the hotel hallway but she was so turned on she didn’t 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 slipping 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. 

“Don’t stop slave” Master said harshly. 

Brenda was facing the door, Master’s back was to the door, the video camera pointed at Brenda.  As the doors opened Brenda realized she 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. She closed her eyes and realized it was the same young couple that had seen her with her dress pulled up earlier that afternoon.  She smiled and felt her orgasm near. 

“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 secure, nude, 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, she moaned loudly as her orgasm swept through her body. 

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

Brenda gigged as she opened her eyes. She licked her fingers seductively.

“Thank you master” 

Master continued filming and said, “We had better go to our room now slave”

“Yes Sir”

He carried her clothes in one hand and continued to video with the other. Brenda was in no hurry. She made an overdramatic movement peeking around corner of the hallway taking the opportunity to bend over and expose her ass and cunt to the camera. She looked back at the camera and said innocently, 

“I think they’re gone.”

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. She turned toward the camera, cupping her tits with both hands, a worried look on her face.

“Master do you have my bra?

“Yes slave, I have your bra.” 

“Oh good.”

Looking into the camera with a big smile, she pinched her nipples between her fingers.

“I was afraid I had lost it.”

Holding up 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.

“Is it hot in here or is it just me?”

“Oh it’s you slave, it’s definitely you!”

He handed her the room key, she opened the door, 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 straight at the camera she turned and stepped through the door, never taking 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.

He put down Brenda’s clothing and video camera. He took off his clothes. He walked on the balcony to see Brenda standing with her arms 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 thighs. She spread her legs and allowed his cock to pop up between her legs. She rubbed her ass back against him. 

He began exploring her body, running his hands over her tits, pinching her hard nipples, feeling the lace on the garter belt around her hips, touching the garter grips where they met the tops of her stockings, spreading her cunts lips, tweaking her hard clit with his middle finger, exploring her went cunt first with one finger, then two and finally three.  Brenda responded by humping 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 patio railing for balance. With a firm grip on her hair with his left hand he held her head still while he began to rub his cock over her face with his right hand. 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 and 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 his 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. He backed her up against the rail and lifted her right leg. Holding his forearm behind her knee he gripped the railing with his left hand, spreading her in a standing position. Brenda guided his cock to her spread cunt. He thrust his cock deep inside and her she came immediately.

Brenda lost track of how long her Master fucked her.  He 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, he 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 smacking sound as their bodies collided 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 over next to the railing and sat down. Brenda 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. Her 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. Holding 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 grabbed her tits with the other.  When Brenda opened her eyes she was looking out over the city through her spread legs. She fantasized that everyone in the city was watching her Master her fuck. When she felt his cum explode inside her cunt she came one last time and then collapsed in exhaustion.

Soccer Mom Slave

Weekend in Vegas

By: Kahiltna

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, dinner, show, playing craps. Then 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 had 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 and thinking. She didn’t want to be left alone while Master played golf. Then she scolded herself for thinking that, she was a slave and would do what her master told her to do and like it.  She was looking forward to the spa. 

She started to think about masturbating naked in the hall and getting caught by the young couple. She thought it should embarrass her but realized she was getting excited 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 hanging 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 with the other.

“Good Morning ma’am” the young man in uniform said holding a roll cart.

“Good Morning, come in”

Brenda turned and started walking 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, she 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, he took them absently mindedly and  continued to hold his hands out in front of him while staring at the opening in Brenda’s shirt.  She 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, said “Room Service” and 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 so much fun last night Master. 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 video 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…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 of their guest’s kinky behavior public. 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 voyeurword.com. 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 telling her 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.

At the spa she was greeted by the enthusiastic staff.  The spa was designed and decorated as an updated version of a Roman spa.  There were men’s, women’s 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 full body skin treatment and massage followed by a facial.  That took about two hours. Afterwards she was seated in a women’s 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 he 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. The legs openings were cut 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, the sides of her tits would be 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”

She 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 will be fine slave

“Are you sure sir”

“Yes slave, the choice is yours.”

Unsure if she was making the decision that would please her Master she said, “Umm…This one sir?”

“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 the suit 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 gave full coverage over her ass, but left her back bare.  She was afraid the white material would allow the outline of her dark nipples or the crack of her ass to show through but it did not. 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

She 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 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 laid 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, many 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.

She noticed two young guys, college boys she guessed. They looked very young but she knew they must be 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.  Trying not to notice if anyone was paying attention to her, she walked past the two college boys.  They were staring at pretty twenty-something girl wearing a tiny bikini. She was flirting and giggling with a good looking man twice her age. The college boys were mesmerized. Again Brenda felt a little disappointment and quickly shook it off. 

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

As she was walking up the steps she noticed a couple next to the pool looking at her. She didn’t think much of it. 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 that the guy with Miss Twenty-something was looking at her and smiling. His young girlfriend turned around, looked at Brenda and pouted. 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”

Her Master was smiling 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 her swimsuit looked different. It took her a few seconds to realize that she didn’t see the suit in the reflection. She looked down at herself and was shocked to see the suit was no longer white. It was almost completely transparent, revealing her body more than a wet t-shirt. She looked up at her Master speechless.

“It’s a sheer-when-wet swimsuit slave. I said you would turn heads didn’t I?”

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

“Don’t touch the towel. You look lovely, I don’t want you to cover up. You may lie down and put on your sun hat if you wish”

After several more heartbeats Brenda slowly stepped to her lounge and lay down. When she did 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 filled 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, 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 fanaticized about the whole city watching her. Now that was almost a reality. The thought of being naked in front of all these people was suddenly exciting.

She remembered Madaam Claudette saying, “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 couldn’t stop thinking 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 had complete control over her and she liked it.

After 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 dampness of the back of the suit over her ass. She rolled over, adjusted backrest on the lounge so it was flat and lay down on her stomach.  She laid 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 other’s 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.  They 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 didn’t have to look down to see her suit was transparent again, she could tell from the looks of the people around her.  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.

  

   

Soccer Mom Slave

Weekend in Vegas

By: Kahiltna

Saturday Evening

By 7:30 they had finished their room service dinner. Brenda was sitting at the table naked. She had taken a bath, put on her makeup and fixed her hair. She waited for Master to tell her to get dressed.

“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 apprehensive. 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, not as revealing as hers 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. She 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 opening of the V front.

The open bottom of the V 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. It made her heart race just thinking about going out in public dressed this way. 

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 making her clit harder. She started to adjust the panties again but had to stop herself.  Finally she walked out of the bathroom.

Master was looking at her and smiling. “Beautiful” was all he said.

“Master, I’m wearing the panties that Madaam 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 and 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 above her ass. He walked in front of Brenda 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.  They had ankle straps that were about an 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, her dress still pulled up to her waist. She felt her master fastening the straps around her ankles but didn’t look to see how he did it. He 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 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.

“They’re slave shoes. Your first pair I believe.”

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

“Walk to the door and back slave”

Brenda walked cautiously to the door. The heels were so 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. As Brenda 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 and reaching over her head he held the necklace in front of her. It was very long, he was holding 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.  Then 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. The feeling of the nooses attached to her nipples wasn’t uncomfortable, it felt sensuous. Each nipple had a little chain that hung down about 2 inches with a small silver ball attached to the end.  After he attached the necklace he stroked the underside Brenda’s tits lightly flicking the little balls on the end of the chains causing them to swing back and forth. 

Master put his hands on her bare shoulders while Brenda stared at the necklace. From the choker at her neck the chains went straight down and then made gentle curves up to her hard nipples. The noose’s held the chains in place on her erect nipples, the little balls hanging down responded to every move Brenda made swinging side to side.

“You can close your dress now slave.”

Brenda covered her tits. The necklace hanging down from her choker was in plain view. The gentle curve of the chains disappearing under her dress obviously going to her nipples looked erotic. 

“Time to go slave, we don’t want to be late” 

By the time Brenda had walked down the hall to the elevator she had adjusted walking in the high heels. There were full length mirrors outside the elevators and Brenda couldn’t help looking at herself while they waited.  The dress, the choker and chains obviously going to her nipples, the locks on her incredibly high heeled shoes, it was obvious the woman in the mirror was a slave.  Brenda was breathing hard on the ride downstairs. She had never been publicly displayed like this before. She wasn’t sure how it would feel, how she would react.  The elevator doors opened to the noisy casino. Master put his hand on Brenda’s ass and guided her foreword.

They walked into the Saturday night crowd. Brenda walked in her jerky steps trying to keep up with her Master, her ass wiggling under the tight skirt, her tits bouncing under loose top of the dress. The slinky material rubbed against her nipples making them even harder.  She could feel the little balls 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.  “Don’t you understand that your master wants to show off his beautiful slave?”  Yes Madaam Claudette, I understand, Brenda thought. 

The Pearl Panties were rubbing on Brenda’s clit.  This was something else Madaam was right about, she thought, it does 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 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 and 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 soft leather seat against her bare ass 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 pulled out 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”, and then closed the phone.

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, didn’t seem the least bit interested in the woman in the back seat with her dress hiked up. 

Master looked straight ahead. He put his hand on Brenda’s bare thigh and ran his fingers up to the top of her leg. 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 and her cunt, then looked at her face. He smiled but said nothing and looked straight.  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 for 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 he gestured toward the front door. When Master thanked him he said nothing, just dipped his head slightly in a way that 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. 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 red under-bust corset. She was wearing a lacy black long sleeve blouse that was tucked under the corset. The front of the blouse was cut very low and somewhat sheer. So sheer that Brenda could see her half cup bra and nipples through the lacy material. The half cup bra accented her huge tits.  Over the bottom of the corset she was wearing a long black leather skit that was slit up the front to the tops of her legs. Brenda could see the welts of her black stockings at the top of slit. In her high heels she was almost as tall as Master.   Brenda was still in a daze looking at the beautiful woman. She was so commanding that Brenda couldn’t focus.

“Master William, so glad to meet you.”

Mistress Juliana, it’s my pleasure” Master replied shaking her hand.

MISTRESS JULIANA! An electric shock went through Brenda. She immediately recognized the Domme in the photo with slavesuzi.  Brenda felt like she was frozen in place.  This can’t be happening, is this a dream?

“And your pretty little slave if heard so much about, what a darling dress. It suits you perfectly.”

Brenda stood motionless unable to reply.

Mistress J turned to Master and said, “Does she speak?”

Master touched Brenda’s bare back lightly.

“Say hello to Mistress Juliana slave”

Brenda’s mouth moved for a second before any words came out. Finally she stammered,

“How…How..do …you do Mistress”.

Mistress J looked back at Master tilting her head slightly and raised her eyebrows,

“Yes…well won’t you come in”.

She stepped out of the doorway, Master pressed on Brenda’s back to get her moving forward.  After she entered Brenda could see the impressive home. The entry led into a great room that was impeccably decorated. She could see all the way through to 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.

“My slaves are not allowed street clothes in my home. Of course this is your slave but as my guest I hope you will 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.  When Brenda turned around she faced 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”

Brenda stepped forward raising her head toward Mistress J’s face. She felt a firm hand on her shoulder stopping her.

“That’s not where a slave should kiss a Mistress.”

Brenda felt the hand on her shoulder pressing her down. She knelt down and Mistress J took her hand off Brenda’s shoulder.  Stepping forward, she 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 from another woman’s genitals.

She leaned forward and tilted her head back so she could get her lips between her legs and up on the shaved skin.  Brenda caught the scent of an expensive perfume. She closed her eyes and put her lips between another woman’s legs for the first time. First kissing her smooth inner thighs she 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 natural 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 and guiding her as he followed Mistress J.  She gestured to a spot on an overstuffed couch where Master sat. Picking up a glass of wine from the end table, Mistress J sat next him. Brenda remained standing.

“I was just having a glass of wine. Would you join me?”

“Yes, thank you”

“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 ass wiggle 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. Mistress J watched Brenda’s tits bounce the silver balls attached to her nipples. Brenda handed the glass to her Master and 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 her on her home, commented on a painting on the wall. Mistress J spoke about the artist who painted it.  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 as a sub. By their actions Master and Mistress J were demonstrating their dominance over her. Brenda was on display as a sexual object, necklace attached to her tits, pearls running through her shaved cunt lips, and yet 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.

“Do you mind if I have a conversion with your slave Master William?”

That caught Brenda’s attention immediately.

“Not at all, please do”

Mistress J looked at Brenda, “Has your Master told you why he brought you here?”

“No Mistress”

“Your Master has offered you to me for my entertainment this evening.  I don’t currently have a slave of my own but I use others from time to time.  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 of me while you masturbated. 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, then 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 when 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, ever her Master, how attracted she was to women.

“You fantasize about women, about eating pussy and being fucked by women but you don’t think you’re a lesbian?  How can that be?”

“I…I like men Mistress. I mean the idea of being with a woman excites me but….I couldn’t live without ……. a man”

“And there is no mention of your lesbian fantasies on your blog is there?”

Brenda was surprised to hear that Mistress J had read her blog. That meant she knew a lot more about Brenda than she had guessed. “No Mistress”

“Mmmmm. Your Master tells me that you are horny all the time, you have excellent cock sucking skills, the harder and rougher he fucks you the more you cum and 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, that last night you questioned an order to take off your dress and you called your Master by an inappropriate name yesterday afternoon. Is that true?”

Brenda had trouble answering, “Ye….Yes Mistress”

“That doesn’t sound like a perfect slave to me”

Brenda said nothing.

“Do you enjoy sucking cock?”

“Yes Mistress”

“And you think you’ll enjoy eating my pussy?”

“I don’t know Mistress, I think so.”

“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”

“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 might need….instruction. I’ll try”.

Mistress J stared at Brenda saying nothing. Finally she turned to Master.

“I accept your offer. 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”

“Stand up slave, bring more wine for your Master”

Brenda stood up, walked to the bar and returned with the wine bottle. Her heart was racing, her hands trembled as she poured the wine. 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.

After returning, 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 and hand the crop to me with both hands.”

Brenda did as she was told, casting her eyes down towards Mistress J’s feet.  Mistress took the crop and Brenda put her hands behind her back.  Mistress 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 bobbles to swing. She ran the crop over and around her tits, then slowly tapped the bottoms of her tits causing the bobbles 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 causing Brenda to jump up quickly and walk in her jerky steps to keep up.  Brenda followed Mistress J to a bedroom. Brenda 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.

“If you drop my crop you will be punished.”

She ran her fingers down each chain on Brenda’s necklace. When she reached her tits she held the balls in the fingers of each hand and started to tug 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. After Brenda took off the necklace and panties she followed Mistress J to the bed. She saw a white leather harness on the bed. Standing where she was told, Mistress J began to put the harness on her.  She started at Brenda’s neck. The harness had a collar that buckled in the back and had a D ring on the front.  There were straps that came off the collar straight down front and back.  The strap in front had three horizontal straps on each side. 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 lower horizontal straps went around her 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 straps hanging down from the lowest horizontal strap in the front. Each strap was about three inches off center. Unlike all of the other flat leather straps, these straps had been folded over and the sides sewn together about 5 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 between Brenda’s cunt and thigh.  The straps made a V from the bottom front horizontal strap between Brenda’s legs and 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 tweezer clamp about two inches long. The tips of the clamp were coated with rubber. There was a small bell attached to the other end. Mistress J shook it making the bell ring.

“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 her fingertip. Brenda jumped at the stimulation.

“Hold still slave.”

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 tweezer 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. Using two D rings at the bottom of the rear vertical strap of Brenda’s harness, Mistress J secured the Brenda’s wrist cuffs behind her back with snaps. 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 her and told Brenda to turn around. Mistress J had taken off her blouse revealing her huge tits held out by her half cup bra. She had also taken off her leather skirt. Mistress J attached a silver chain leash 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 garters holding up the stockings on each of her legs.  There was a two inch gap in the back of Mistress J’s corset where it was held together by the black crisscross laces.  Brenda couldn’t take her eyes off Mistress J’s ass as she followed her down the hall.

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 Master heard their high heels clicking on the tile floor and heard the chimes of Brenda’s bell. He turned and watched the two women approaching. What a site! Mistress J looked stunning, the half cup bra and corset accented her sensational figure. Thigh high stockings held up by more garters than he had ever seen one woman wear before. She was leading his slave by a leash which he found very erotic. The white leather harness showed off Brenda’s body beautifully. He followed the sound of the chiming and saw the small bell sticking out of Brenda’s cunt. She looked completely submissive holding the black crop in her mouth.   Brenda’s eyes were as wide as saucers.

She led Brenda around in a circle so that he could view her from every angle. Facing her away from her Master, Mistress J told Brenda to spread her legs, then tugged down on the leash she 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 and looked at Master. She reached under Brenda’s belly and flicked the bell attached to her cunt making it chime. The stimulation made Brenda moan.

“Do you approve?” asked Mistress J.

“Oh yes, very much”

“I’m taking my slave to the dungeon now. Would you like to join us?

“Oh yes, I wouldn’t miss it.”

Soccer Mom Slave

Weekend in Vegas

By: Kahiltna

Mistress J walked Brenda back inside the house and to a room down another hallway. The room had double doors, when they entered it was illuminated by indirect, subtle lighting. Looking around the room, Brenda could see many types of bondage apparatus, a St Andrew’s Cross, a two level spanking bench covered in padded red leather, a pillory and few others. 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 wooded 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, she attached the wrist cuffs to the fence. She lifted Brenda’s right leg to the side so it was nearly 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 ring. She looked at her Master, 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 to the sides of Brenda’s hips and thighs. Mistress J took Brenda’s tits in each hand, first stroking them gently and then grabbing them roughly. She let go of Brenda’s tits, then held the crop and said, “Open”. Brenda opened her mouth and she took the crop.  She began to rub Brenda’s tits with her hands and the shaft of the crop.  She pinched Brenda’s nipples.

“Oh so hard, are you getting excited slave?”

“Yes Mistress”

She held the crop up to the bottom of Brenda’s tits with both hands, then pinched her nipples between crop and her thumbs. She started out pinching lightly then steadily increased the pressure while pulling her 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 released her grip. She let her free hand drop to Brenda’s cunt.  She pulled on her cunt lips one a time then flicked her finger across the bell. The bell chimed as the clamp stimulated her clit. Brenda bit her lip trying 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 sucked off her own juices. 

“You like the taste of your cunt slave?”

Brenda nodded while she continued to suck. Mistress 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 back of her calf. She tapped the same spot of skin 5 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. When she got to Brenda’s tits she started around the circumference of each one working toward the middle. She grabbed first one and then the other tit, holding it firmly in her free hand. She held out the nipple, tapped it 5 times and then struck it with what Brenda thought was full force. Brenda cried out. Mistress kept alternating between Brenda’s nipples with this harsh treatment.

Brenda was twisting against the restraints and whimpering.  Mistress J stepped back and brought the crop down between her legs. She started to rub her cunt lips and tapping the bell.

“You mentioned you may need some instruction on how to eat pussy for the first time. I have a training technique that has proven to be very successful for lesbian virgins.”

She 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 into Brenda’s 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 fabric bag and walked back to Brenda. 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 when you’re pleasuring me. This should help you remember which parts of my body need your attention. Do you understand?”

Unable to answer 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.  Mistress J pinched the skin next to the clothes pin and attached another. She repeated the process until there was a semi-circle of clothes pins around the bottom half of her left tit. She then started on her 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 covered with clothe pins she stood back.  With a clothes pin in each hand she started to gently stroke both of Brenda’s nipples with the back side 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.”

With that 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 ringing non-stop.  Mistress J smiled while she 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. She 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 fingers 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 fingers 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 fingers 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 attach the clothes pins until there was a straight line of pins going up both her thighs stopping next to her cunt.  She ran her index fingers along the 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 attaché 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 against the restraints desperately trying to close her legs to protect her most sensitive area. The bell on her clit rang with every move. 

“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 was nodding her head, fear on her face.

Mistress J held up one more clothes pin for Brenda to see.

“That’s right slave, then you can start working on my clit.”

Mistress J attached the last clothes pin just above the tweezer 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 to 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 stood back and let Master video Brenda flailing about. The bell was ringing non-stop, the leash swinging wildly in front of Brenda’s body rubbed on the clothes pin attached to her clit.  Eventually she ran out of energy closed her eyes and stopped moving.

“Slave, you dropped my crop!”

Brenda shivered when she opened her eyes and saw Mistress J’s steely stare.  There was no question in Brenda’s mind that she would be punished.

Mistress J bent over and picked up the crop. 

“Do you think you can remember what I expect of you when the time comes for you to pleasure me?”

“Yes Mistress,” Brenda said short of breath.

“Would you like me to remove the clothes pin now or would you like more time to make sure you won’t 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 slave. Now let’s get those pins off you.”

She held the tongue of the crop to Brenda’s tit and tapped one of the clothes pins. Raising the crop she brought it down slapping 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 followed by blood rushing into the numb tissue. The sensation of the clothes pins coming off hurt as much as when they went on.  Mistress J continued to strike the clothes pins one a time. Sometimes it took more than one swat to get a clothes pin to come off. Sometimes two would come off with one swat. 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 her clit.  Mistress J removed that one gently opening it with her fingers. 

“I had planned on letting you eat my pussy now but we have this little problem of you dropping my crop on the floor.  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 Brenda stood on unsteady legs. After removing the wrist cuffs, she re-attached the wrist cuffs to the back of Brenda’s harness then led her to the desk with the leash.  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 4 feet wide with two attachment snaps on each end. Mistress lifted each of Brenda’s legs and attached her ankles to the snaps.  Brenda’s arms were under the small of her back, her legs spread wide held up toward the ceiling.

Mistress walked around the desk running her fingers over her slave’s body.  She walked to the wall and put her crop on a hook next to several other sex toys and whips hanging there.  She picked up a slapper and walked back to Brenda.  Mistress J let Brenda see the slapper. It was black leather, a rectangular shape it was about 4 inches wide and about 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. The bell chimed and the stimulation to her clit made Brenda moan with 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 filled the room. Brenda cried out in pain. She struck the same spot on Brenda’s right thigh. She 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 she found a spot on Brenda’s legs that had not felt the sting of the slapper. When she finally stopped Brenda was out of breathe, tears were streaming down the side 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 hands. She gently fondled her nipples, then leaned over and began rubbing her tits on Brenda’s face.

Brenda was shocked at suddenly having soft skin from the huge 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. Mistress J slipped two fingers into Brenda’s 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 and continued to moan while sucking her tits.  Suddenly the fingers were gone from her cunt and Mistress J stood up. Brenda looked up above her head and into Mistress J’s face.  She was smiling back at her. She licked her finger’s tasting Brenda’s juices.

“You were almost ready weren’t you slave. You have duties before you will be allowed to cum”

Mistress J unhooked Brenda’s ankles. Pulling the front of her harness she sat Brenda up on the desk. Mistress J walked to an overstuffed leather easy chair across from Master. Sitting on the chair with her legs spread, Master was rewarded with the sight of her shaved pussy between her stocking clad legs. She had one leg over the arm of the chair and was touching the inside of her thigh with the fingers of one hand.

“Come here slave”

She pointed to the floor in front of her.  Master watched Brenda get up from the desk on unsteady legs and walk across the room. She knelt down in front of Mistress J. with her back to her master. Her gorgeous pink ass and cunt were on display. She looked at Mistress J in the chair with her legs spread wide. She swallowed hard knowing that she would never be the same after what she was about to do.  Mistress J grabbed a handful of Brenda’s hair and pulled her forward.

With her arms strapped behind her back, Brenda leaned forward awkwardly having 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 the 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 get wetter.  Finally Mistress J held 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 she had felt. 

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 she 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. 

Master had never seen anything so erotic. He was looking at his slave, arms strapped behind her back bent over and eating another woman. Brenda had her knees and ankles spread and her cunt was wide open, soaking wet, the little bell 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 the 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 the chair so he could watch and video his slave.  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 the pussy, while licking and sucking the clit. 

Brenda’s tongue was darting in and out of Mistress J’s pussy. She was sucking on her lips and clit and it seemed everywhere at once. 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 up the little chains and manacles on her tongue for her Master to see.

Brenda went back to licking and sucking her. The slurping sounds were getting louder. Brenda’s head was moving up and down as she tried to reach every part of her pussy. Brenda was in sensory overload. With her face between Mistress J’s legs she looked up past her red leather corset and big tits to see Mistress J and her Master watching. Mistress J was looking at Brenda and biting her lower lip. 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 so intense it was nothing like what 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.  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 large black a 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. Was this really going to happen? Would she really be fucked by another woman tonight?

Mistress J stood in front of Brenda. The big black dildo sticking straight out in front of her was directly in front of Brenda’s face.

“Suck my cock slave”

Brenda leaned forward as Mistress 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’s cum in an effort to get it 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 start to lower her onto the dildo. Brenda looked at her master sitting in the easy chair. He was staring at her while rubbing his cock through his slacks with one hand, holding 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 was loud enough to be heard on the video recorder. 

Mistress J was fucking Brenda hard now. She held Brenda’s harness straps with both hands. With a firm grip she rammed the strap-on 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 watching her while he rubbed his cock. She came immediately.

Mistress J slowed and then stopped. Pushing on Brenda’s ass she said, “Stand up slave.”

Brenda was weak and stood up slowly.  Mistress J stood up, taking 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 her legs were spread. 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 shoved the dildo back into Brenda’s cunt 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 was totally in control. With her hands strapped behind her back and leaning over the bench, Brenda could do nothing but keep being fucked until Mistress J decided to stop. She hoped it wouldn’t be soon.  She had another orgasm and then heard Mistress J speaking to her in a harsh 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, she still couldn’t think of herself as a lesbian. But she had a woman’s cum all over her face, a woman had fucked her to orgasm and was still fucking her now.

SSSMMMAACK! 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 with his hard cock out of his pants, he was stroking it as he watched.

“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.  He pressed more, 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 the 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,

“Sir, 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.  She continued to fuck Brenda slowly while she sucked and licked Masters 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 as Mistress J sucked 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.

They continued this way and Brenda came again.  Master kept his cock in Brenda’s mouth, he lifted Mistress J’s head.

“Take off that strap-on.”

Mistress J pulled the dildo out of Brenda’s cunt and unbuckled the straps around her waist and thighs.  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 Brenda’s leash down 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 was pushed against her Masters lower belly, his balls pushed against her chin. Brenda stuck out her tongue and licked her Master’s balls.  Mistress J watched Brenda in wide eyed amazement. He started to fuck Brenda’s 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 other’s 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 followed by excitement. She sucked harder on her Master’s cock.  Brenda’s hands were free now and she started to finger her cunt. This was the first opportunity she had to feel the tweezer clamp attached to her clit. She touched it and then moved it from side to side. It stimulated her clit almost to the point of pain. She wiggled the clamp until the bell started to ring. 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 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 her tits, Master pulled his cock out of Brenda’s mouth. A long string of saliva drooped between his cock and Brenda’s lips.”

He pushed down on Mistress J’s shoulder.

“On your knees.”

Mistress J knelt in front of Master. He 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 pushed her tits together covering his cock. She leaned her head down and pursed her lips. She released a long string of saliva between her tits, then started to rock up and down. 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 reached down, 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 squeeze her Master’s cock between her big tits. Her whole body was pumping up and down.  Master pulled his cock out from between Mistress J’s tits and stepped back. He turned Brenda toward Mistress J and said,

“Take the clamp off my slave’s cunt.”

Mistress J released the clamp. The rush of blood flow back in Brenda’s clit made squeeze her legs together and whimper. He pushed Brenda toward the desk while pointing to one end,   

“On your back slave, ass here”

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, on the desk, my slave is going to eat you while I fuck her.”

Master stepped to the desk where Brenda lay. He lifted her legs straight up putting her calves across his chest, her high heels stood up above his shoulders. He pulled 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 the shaft.  Brenda spread her cunt lips with fingers exposing her clit. When the shaft of Master’s cock rubbed against the hard swollen bud Brenda’s whole body jerked. Her clit was so sensitive from the tweezer clamp and clothes pin she wasn’t sure if she was feeling pain or pleasure. She only knew 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 gaping pussy with the clit ring and little chains hanging down toward her face. Master shoved his cock into Brenda’s cunt at the same time Mistress J lowered her pussy onto Brenda’s waiting mouth. She immediately started to lick and suck greedily.

Mistress J rubbed her pussy onto Brenda’s mouth pressing down as she did. 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 pussy increasing her pleasure.  Mistress J leaned forward and started to finger Brenda’s clit, it pushed her over the top into another orgasm.

She 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 started to suck him. With her mouth full of cock, she 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 and 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.  Brenda watched her Master’s cock slipping into Mistress J’s pussy just above her face. He shoved it in and started to fuck her. Brenda began licking and sucking Mistress J’s 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 eat Brenda’s cunt with all her effort.  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 feel of the leather corset held closed by the tight laces turned her on even more. 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.  She Suddenly her Master pulled his cock out of Mistress J’s pussy, 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. 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. Semen exploded into her mouth as he reached orgasm. Brenda 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.  None were sure how long they had been like that but eventually the desk became uncomfortable. They got and moved to one of the overstuffed easy chairs and sat together wrapped in each other’s arms.

Eventually Mistress J stirred and got up. “Master William, may I 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 prompting her to get up. 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. They walked out of the dungeon together. 

Soccer Mom Slave

Weekend in Vegas

By: Kahiltna

Mistress J and Brenda lay soaking in the oversized bath tub. Mistress J leaned against the back of the tub. Brenda lay between her legs, her back against Mistress J’s big tits.  Mistress J used a washcloth to gently stroke and soak Brenda’s shoulders, neck and tits.  Brenda could feel Mistress J’s pussy against the small of her back. Brenda thought she could feel her clit piercing touching her skin. Brenda 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 a 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. This conflicted with the image I had of myself of a liberated woman. 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 him my devotion.  He had a sterling silver leash made. Sometimes at S&M clubs or parties he would attach a leash to my clit ring and lead me around to demonstrate his dominance over me.  We started to entertain female slaves, both for my pleasure and his. I started being 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 on a regular basis but I seldom submit to a Master. Tonight was the first time in about a year.”

Brenda thought about being lead about by a leash attached to her clit and shivered. 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 or hate 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.”

Brenda was deep in thought when she 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 and faced Mistress J. Her face was at the same level as Mistress J’s pussy. Water ran off Mistress J’s body and dripped off her shaved pussy.

“I must return you to your Master soon but there’s still time for you to pleasure me once more.”

Brenda smiled, “Yes Mistress.” 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 floor. Brenda was walking 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. 

“I return your perfect little slave slut Master William. 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. “Good bye slave”

Brenda walked to the front door and found her dress. 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 good bye 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.  Master put his arm around her resting his hand on her bare ass. Brenda laid her head against his chest and curled her legs up on the seat.

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 Julaina. 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”

“It’s alright. No slave, I didn’t know Mistress J 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 fantastic. 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 fabulous.  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 J 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 J 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 slave.”

Brenda hugged her Master. “Thank you Sir.”

“How did it make you feel watching me fuck Mistress J?”

“When I saw her sucking your cock, I thought I should be jealous, but I wasn’t, not really. 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?”

“Mistress Juliana asked me if we would stay at her home as her guests the next time we come to 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 tweezer 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 his 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 J 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 blouse, momentarily pulling each side away from her body and exposing her tits. 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.

Standing there next to her Master with her dress pulled up around her waist, she ignored the staring door man. She looked into her Master’s smiling face and said,

“Master, should I pull my skirt down before I 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 tweezer clamp in her hand allowing the bell to ring as her arms swung. She literally stopped traffic, no one could take their eyes off the pretty woman showing her ass and cunt for all to see. 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 in waking up at 10:00 AM.  They drank coffee in bed that Brenda brewed using the in room coffee maker. Master had the video camera connected to his notebook computer and they were watching Brenda’s 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. 

Afterwards 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 swimsuit. The material was about three inches wide where it covered her nipples leaving the sides of her tits exposed. The material narrowed the lower it went on her body. The V came together about an inch above her cunt.

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.

“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 lounges directly across from her about twenty feet away. The 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. 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.  As she did 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 slightly 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 had 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.”

Brenda smiled.

“Oh Master, you say the sweetest things to me.” 

The End