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 never felt so sexy and alive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don’t think I’ve ever seen material like that"

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

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

Brenda said nothing, took the dress from her Master and let the clerk escort her to the dressing room. Once inside she tried on the dress and looked in the mirror. Brenda couldn't believe how little there was to the dress. The open V in front was very wide, exposing her tits almost to the nipples. The bottom of the V closed three inches below her navel. The hemline was right at the top of her thighs.

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

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

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

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

"You look fantastic,” Master said in a throaty voice. “We'll take it."

Brenda went back into the dressing room and took off the white dress. She put on her green dress and looked in the mirror. The green dress looked modest in comparison.

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

"These will look perfect with your black dress."

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

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

"Of course you may slave."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh my, what a beautiful dress. I know just what you need." Turning toward Master, she said, "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. "It looks like you’re in good hands here. I spotted a mens shop, I'll meet you back here shortly." He handed the shopping bag to Brenda, turned and walked away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes madam," Brenda replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The stockings were very long, coming right to the top of her thighs. The bottom of the bra was low enough that it met the top of garter belt which covered Brenda's waist just over her navel. The front of the belt was about seven inches long and covered Brenda's abdomen to an inch above her cunt.

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

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

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

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

"Oh my dear, you look stunning."

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

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

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

Brenda blushed and giggled.

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

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

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

"Yes Madam, it's another dress."

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

Brenda took off all of the lingerie, handing it to Madam Claudette. As Madam was folding and wrapping the lingerie Brenda took out the white dress out of the shopping bag and put it on. Looking at herself in the mirror, her heart sank as she thought about wearing it 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 at Madam Claudette in the mirror and said, "Oh Madam, I've never worn anything like this before. The green dress is so revealing, but this one...how can I wear it in public. What will I do?"

"Your Master bought this dress, Yes?"

"Yes Madam."

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

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

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

"You really think so?"

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

She walked into the other room and returned a moment later holding a pair of white lace panties.

They were like nothing Brenda had ever seen. The waist band was about two inches wide and had a slight V pointing down in the middle. There was no fabric in the crotch, only two strands of pearls.

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

"They are called Pearl Panties, my dear,” Madam Claudette said handing the panties to Brenda. “The 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.

Brenda felt the pearls with her fingers. “Madam, are they real pearls?”

“No, they are not genuine. But trust me, where they are going, you won’t be able to tell the difference.”

Brenda giggled and raised her eyebrows.

“Now change back into your green dress, your Master is waiting and I must have a talk with him."

"Yes Madam."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They both giggled like teenagers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They arrived back in their room at 5:30.

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

"Yes sir"

Master undressed, dropped his clothes on the foot of the bed and stepped into the bathroom. Brenda took off her dress and hung it in the closet. Then she took the other two dresses from the shopping bag and hung those up as well. Brenda paused in front of the full length mirror and looked at her ass. The skin was only slightly pink now. She rubbed her palms over her ass cheeks feeling the last bit of afterglow. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

Brenda walked to the couch and sat down. She kept thinking about the spanking and admitted to herself how much she liked it. She thought about Master spanking her while he fucked her doggy style, another one of her favorite things. She put her feet up on the coffee table, spread her legs and put her hands on the inside of her thighs. She thought about how embarrassed she was when her skirt was blowing up at the airport. When she remembered how the warm air felt between her legs the feeling of embarrassment diminished, replaced with excitement. The cab driver was a little creepy, but her Master touching her bare legs in the cab was really nice. She laid her head back and closed her eyes. Her fingers found their way to her crotch. She began to stroke the skin on either side of her cunt lips the way Master had in the cab.

Brenda thought of the young doorman and what he must have seen while she was getting out of the cab. The look on his face was priceless. Her mind drifted off to the fantasy in the dark parking garage. This time she imagined her Master fucking her from behind while she sucked the doorman’s cock. Her Master was fucking her really hard while he spanked her, telling her to suck harder. Her Master gripped her hips tightly while the doorman held her hair and fucked her mouth.

Her middle finger slipped between her cunt lips and found her clit. She circled her clit with the tip of her finger. Enjoying the stimulation she thought, “If Master saw me know I’d be in big trouble.”

Brenda nearly jumped off the couch when she heard the knock on the door. Back to realty now, she quickly pulled her fingers from between her legs. Brenda stood up so quickly and felt a little light headed. She remembered Madam Claudette’s promise to deliver the lingerie and started to walk to the door. Brenda saw Master’s clothes on the foot of the bed. She picked up his polo shirt as she walked by. His slacks slipped off the bed onto the floor but she didn’t bother to pick them up. She quickly put on the polo shirt and opened the door expecting to see Madam Claudette. Instead she saw a bellman standing in the hall holding a shopping bag.

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

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

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

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

Brenda smiled and handed him the bill.

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

Brenda took the shopping bag, smiled and said, "You’re very welcome." Then she closed the door.

Brenda turned and leaned against the door feeling embarrassed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brenda quietly said, "Master?"

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

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

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

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

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

Brenda bent over and put her hands on either side of her calf. She slowly smoothed her stocking up over her knee and all the way up to the top of her thigh. She remained bent over and repeated the process on her other leg.

Master could see every detail of her ass and cunt through the sheer panties. Brenda stood upright, turned around and faced her Master. His eyes were drawn to the front of the bottom of the garter belt and tops of her stockings that framed her cunt perfectly. The transparent material of the panties fit snugly between her legs pressing her shaved cunt lips together. He couldn’t take his eyes off the thin line formed by her shaved cunt lips.

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

Master did not reply, but used his finger to signal Brenda to come closer. Brenda took two steps and stood directly in front of her Master. He stared directly at her cunt as he reached out and slipped a finger under one of the lacy leg openings of the panties. Breda jumped and inhaled deeply at his touch. He stroked the material between his index finger and thumb. Master looked up, made eye contact with Brenda and smiled.

“You look lovely,” he said. You may the bra and panties tonight. Didn’t Madam Claudette mention another pair of panties?”

“Yes sir, a white pair, for the white dress.”

“Show me.”

Brenda walked into the room and returned a moment carrying the white panties. She stood in front of Master and held the panties by the waist band with the fingers of both hands. At first she held them out in front of her, then moved her hands to each side of her waist so the panties were in front of her lower abdomen.

Master smiled and said, “Well, very interesting. How do you think it will feel wearing them, Slave?”

Brenda smiled and started rocking her hips back and forth. “Um, Madam Claudette said, she really enjoyed wearing hers,” she said shyly. “May I, please?”

“We’ll see,” he said. “It almost time to go. Put away those panties and put on your dress.

Brenda walked back into the room and put the panties in a dresser drawer. She took her dress out of the closet and went into the bathroom. After putting on her dress with the lingerie for the first time, she looked in the mirror.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Slave, you have never looked more beautiful."

Master held the door for Brenda as they left the room. Brenda held his arm as they walked down the hall.

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

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

Looking at his slave in the mirror made Master glad he had installed a new video memory card in his phone. Thinking of what he had in store for his slave brought a smile to his face.