Mistress J leaned against the back of the oversized bath tub. Brenda lay between her legs, her back against Mistress J's big tits. The hot, oil scented water caressed and soothed their skin. Mistress J used a washcloth to gently stroke and soak Brenda's shoulders, neck and tits. Brenda could feel Mistress J's pussy against the small of her back. Brenda thought she could feel the clit ring touching the skin. She felt total...

Mistress J lead Brenda back into the Great Room then down a hallway. She stopped outside a set double doors. She opened the door and entered. The walls were painted dark gray. The room was illuminated by indirect, subtle lighting. Looking around the room, Brenda could see many types of bondage apparatus. There was a St Andrew's Cross, a two level spanking bench covered in padded red leather, a pillory and a few others. On...

Saturday Evening By 7:00 they had finished their room service dinner. Master had showered and dressed, Brenda was nude. Brenda didn't eat much, she couldn't stop thinking about what might happen tonight. They were going home tomorrow so she knew that she whatever happened tonight she would be wearing the white dress. The only thing she was sure of is they weren't going out to dinner. She thought Master was probably going...

Saturday Morning "Good Morning slave." Her Master's voice woke Brenda from a deep slumber. It took her a minute to remember where she was. It started coming back to her, naked in a king size bed with her Master, Las Vegas, Caesar's Palace, dinner, show, playing craps. Her eyes popped open when she thought of how she had exposed herself in the casino and the hallway. When she thought of how her Master fucked her on the bal...

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

They rode the elevator downstairs and emerged into the noise and bustle of the casino. Even in the afternoon it was alive with lights, sound and people. Brenda held her Master's arm as they walked through the crowd. Brenda could feel the afterglow of her spanking as her skirt flowed back and forth lightly caressing her bare ass. She thought how close her bare cunt and ass were to being exposed under her short skirt. She n...

Monday, 12 days later It was almost two weeks later and Brenda kept daydreaming about Mistress J. She wondered if she would ever get a chance to see slave suzi's video. She really wanted to. Brenda was distracted from any thought of Mistress J when she received a text. "Slave, we're going to Las Vegas on Friday, returning on the Sunday afternoon. You will meet me at the American Airlines ticket counter at 10:00 AM sharp....

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

Brenda lay on the bench staring out the open window. At first, she only heard silence the after last sound of her Master’s car disappeared. Then she started to hear other sounds from outside she hadn’t noticed before. The breeze rustled the leaves on a tree, birds chirping, a train in the distance. All such normal everyday events. Brenda looked at the pony and the reality of what had just transpired crashed into her consc...

Master pulled the nipple chain away from her body and slipped the handle of the flogger over it. He slowly lowered the flogger until the chain was supporting its weight, then let go. The nipple clamps tightened under the strain. Brenda thought she was screaming but realized she was not uttering a sound.     He walked over to the horse, then slid the apparatus over to where Brenda was standing. He went to the hook on the w...

  Brenda watched in the rearview mirror as her Master stepped out of his patrol car. He was an imposing figure in his uniform; six foot two, 210 pounds, wide shoulders and narrow waist and, as always, wearing mirrored sunglasses.   He walked up and stood next to her car. Brenda's window was open and he placed both hands on the door. As she looked into his face she could see her reflection in the mirrored sunglasses. She k...

As she waited in her car, Brenda couldn't believe she was here again. Her short, shallow breathing and rapid heartbeat evidence of her apprehension. My God. I'm a happily married wife and mother, why can't I stop doing this?  Brenda was the prototype Soccer Mom. She was thirty-three-years-old, married ten years, living in the suburbs with a nine-year-old son and seven-year-old daughter. Her husband was just what she dream...