Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2013 12:26:50 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Bad Wife, Good Sub (Lesbian/Authoritarian)

Bad Wife, Good Sub
By
Tappy McWidestance


Hindsight is always 20/20, or so they say. In retrospect everything I had
done had led to this point. A month ago if you had told me I would be bent
over, nearly naked in public with my tits hanging out and begging a
stranger I?d never seen to fuck my steaming hot pussy I would have told you
that you were crazy. But that is exactly where I was and at this moment, I
would do anything she commanded if she would just make me cum. But perhaps
I should start at the beginning.

My name is Heather. I live in Las Vegas, born and raised. I am 37 years
old, college educated, attractive, married and unhappy. My life has not
gone quite as I had planned. Growing up my first love was dance. Since I
lived in Vegas, my aspiration was to be a showgirl. They were always so
glamorous and I could picture myself on stage living the good life. I took
dance classes from an early age and I was good. I had ?the look? as they
say. My parents were supportive but they also made sure I went to college
so I had something to fall back on if my life in the performing arts didn?t
pan out. They didn?t mind if I wanted to be a showgirl, but if things
didn?t work out they didn?t want me only having a stripper job to fall back
on. Of course I told myself that wouldn?t happen. Not to be modest, but I
had a beautiful face and a lean tight body. Of course I?d get hired at the
best show in town.

Well it turns out that everybody who auditions for these shows has a
perfect body and a dazzling smile. It turns out they are better dancers
than me too. Oh, not by much. I really was good. I usually made the second
or third round of callbacks but I was always just a notch below the girl
who finally got hired. It was very frustrating. Still I hung on to my
dreams. I kept taking technique classes and kept up a rigorous gym
regiment. But it just wasn?t happening so I ended up taking a low level
marketing job at one of the casinos. I still auditioned when I could, but
my dreams remained just that. Dreams. But as they say, when one door
closes, another one opens.

In my job as low-level functionary it was part of my assignment to talk to
all the casino executives and listen to their hair-brain marketing schemes
and then our team would go through them and make them work. It was during
one of these long tedious meetings that I met my future husband. He was 12
years my senior at the time, but more importantly he understood marketing
better than the rest of the ?old school? executives and he didn?t treat our
group as a bunch of ignorant ?eggheads? who didn?t know the first thing
about the casino business. I wouldn?t say it was love at first sight, but
even though HR didn?t approve of dating fellow employees, when he asked me
out I said yes. We had so keep our relationship secret, which made it more
exciting. We would go out to clubs where we were unlikely to run into any
coworkers. He tried to dance, but wasn?t very good. But he loved to show me
off and enjoyed watching me flirt and dance with other guys so most of the
time he just sat on the side of the floor and watched. I didn?t mind. He
was great in bed so after a few hours of teasing other guys I was ready for
him to take me home and ravage me. At his suggestion I started wearing more
and more revealing clothes. Sometimes I fantasized about one of my
anonymous dance partners just pulling me out of the club and fucking me in
their car, but the nights always ended with him back at my apartment. But I
was in love so it was OK. Two years later we were married.

With the cat out of the bag, as it were, I quit my job and went to work at
a competitor. But as he moved up the hierarchy it was made clear to him
that his wife should not be working for another casino so I quit. I was
going to look for another job, but he was making enough for me to take some
time off so I decided that I would take a break. I was still taking the
occasional dance class and of course was at the gym 4-5 days per week. As
it turns out, I never went back to work. He got another promotion and was
moving quickly up the corporate ladder. He was working more hours and it
seemed like our only ?dates? were corporate functions or dinner
meetings. He always bought me new dresses for these events and it became
obvious over time that my purpose in attending was to be eye candy. At
first I didn?t realize it but soon it was apparent that the executives were
competing with each other for the most attractive spouse or girlfriend. As
I said I am attractive so I fit this role well. And to be truthful, I
didn?t even mind that much. I was living a comfortable life and I always
had enjoyed showing off. I took it upon myself to have my ?job? to be
helping him get ahead on the corporate ladder. If that meant flirting with
executives high up in the corporation, so be it. I was good at teasing guys
and every new promotion meant more money.

He was busting his ass at work and I was busting mine at the gym. Each year
it seemed like the wives and girlfriend got younger and their breasts got
bigger. As I got older I had to work harder to keep toned and make sure
everything was tight. He kept telling me I was beautiful but I was feeling
the pressure to fight back against the new generation of trophy wives. In
Vegas fake boobs are everywhere and my tiny ?dancers? boobs were my biggest
dislike on my body. It may be completely vain, but I wanted larger
breasts. Hubby was always telling me I was beautiful the way I was, but I
wasn?t sure. Younger sexy women at work surrounded him and I wanted to be
sure he didn?t stray.  And although none of the current generation could
compete with me when holding an educated conversation, physical beauty was
still paramount.

Then a big surprise happened. The general manager of the Laughlin property
dropped dead of a heart attack. Now Laughlin was kind of the hind end of
properties overall, but becoming a general manager was a huge step up and a
launching pad for better things so hubby applied. I wasn?t surprised when
he got the job. But I didn?t want to move to Laughlin. I liked my life in
Vegas. I tried to convince him not to sell the house and to move. I told
him we could rent the house because certainly we would be back to take over
on of the Vegas property within a year or two. He wasn?t so sure. He
thought we might be in Laughlin for a while and didn?t want the worry of
owning property 90 minutes away. In the end I traded him a breast
augmentation in exchange for selling the house. Certainly I would have
given in eventually and agreed to sell the house. But if I?d learned one
thing by living in Vegas and in our 15 years of marriage it was to always
get something for your efforts.

They needed him in Laughlin as soon as possible so he left before I had the
surgery. I stayed behind to ready the house for sale. I also began
researching the plastic surgeons in town and began meeting with them. I
think getting the house ready was easier than choosing who to trust with my
bust. I had plenty of references to choose from. In the end my 32b chest
became a 36c. Granted that is not huge, especially for Vegas, but on my
small frame they looked huge and I loved them. I hated to leave town. I
wanted to go back to the days in my youth where we would go dancing and he
would watch me tease the guys. With my new breasts I knew I?d be better
than ever :)

So here I was, alone in our big house in Vegas while he was in Laughlin
getting situated. He was living in the hotel for the time being until I
could sell the house and we could find something in Laughlin. It started as
an adventure. I still was a gym rat, although I got much more attention
with my two new best friends, during the week. I also had to keep the house
spotless in case a realtor wanted to show the place. Then on the weekends
I?d drive down to Laughlin. The life of a casino manager leaves little free
time, however, so mostly I just took advantage of the hotel?s features and
would go dancing by myself. Guys who assumed I was a prostitute
propositioned more than once me. I guess with the fake boobs I just had
that look now.

I think this new life wouldn?t have bothered me so much if he was able to
give me more attention when I was there. We had not made love since the
promotion as he was always worn out when I saw him. I kept telling myself
things would be better when I moved there full time, but I also started
taking the advances I received when dancing or at the gym more seriously. I
didn?t want to cheat on him, mainly because I didn?t want to give him an
excuse to do the same, but I needed to get laid.

I was able to keep my lust in check when I was in Laughlin, but it was
getting increasingly tough when I was back in Vegas trying to sell the
house. We didn?t want to lose money, which meant we were asking for the top
end of the market price wise. After the initial flurry of activity,
showings had dropped off. I would go to the gym each day (late morning or
early afternoon) and hope some hunky guy wouldn?t start flirting with me. I
was afraid I wouldn?t be able to resist him. The problem was I always got
really horny when I exercised, especially if I rode the bike. If I could
get on a recumbent bike I was OK, but if the gym was busy and I got on an
upright, the act of grinding my pussy on the seat for 20 minutes was
maddening. I always ended up rushing home to masturbate.

It was during one of my times on the bike that I met a woman named Toni who
was riding next to me. She was gorgeous and was working out as hard as I
was. She shocked me when she asked if riding the bike so fast excited me
like it excited her. I had noticed her sweating (like I was) but had not
noticed the wet patch on the front of her workout shorts until she looked
down after asking her question. I had never had another woman hit on me in
the gym. I was kind of flattered and in my horny state even contemplated
asking if she wanted to grab lunch. But I didn?t. I tried not to ask
flustered and admitted I too enjoyed riding the bike in more ways than one.

Toni and I soon became workout buddies and friends. We talked about our
lives, our hopes, our dreams and of course about sex. Like me she was a
neglected casino wife, but she told me she had a rich online sex life that
let her work out her frustrations without cheating on her husband. Toni
told me that he would freak out if she ever had sex with another man. I
questioned her about what she did online and she coyly said she read erotic
stories and masturbated. When I pushed her a little more she admitted she
chatted on Yahoo and sometimes had phone sex with a stranger. I said it
sounded like she was cheating on her husband but she assured me that she
had never met any of the men she talked with so it didn?t count. She told
me she would email me a list of sites to check out.

I didn?t want to admit it but my pussy was leaking more than usual. It
wasn?t just riding the bike this time it was listening to Toni talk about
her online adventures. I was already masturbating almost every day to keep
from going crazy, but sometimes my fingers just didn?t cut it. From what
she described there was never a shortage of people to help stimulate her so
I decided to give it a try. I tried to remain calm on the outside, but on
the inside I was going crazy with lust.

I wasn?t totally ignorant of what was available online. Hubby and I watched
the occasional adult movie, had shopped for toys online together a couple
of times and in the real world even went to strip clubs occasionally. But I
wasn?t experienced with interacting with people to talk about sex. I was
excited to get started when I got home. Our PC is in a bedroom we use as a
den. I checked our VM to make sure nobody wanted to see the house (there
had not been anybody in weeks so it wasn?t a shock that there were no
messages) and quickly stripped off my workout clothes. I usually showered
at the gym, but today I was in a rush to get home so I skipped it and was
still stinky and sweaty. But then again, nobody online would know.

I checked my messages. Nothing yet from Toni. But I remembered the name of
her story site so I found it on Google. I couldn?t believe how many stories
were available. I didn?t know where to begin. So I typed ?trophy wife? into
the search function. Instantly a hundred stories appeared to choose from. I
clicked on one at random. It was poorly written with lots of spelling
mistakes and bad grammar. It didn?t do anything for me. I started to think
Toni was crazy. I went back and searched for ?cheating wife.? Again I got
more stories than I could deal with, but the one I chose turned out to be
much better. I admit, it was stimulating and I found myself reading one
handed. My left hand was rubbing my pussy and clit while I scrolled with my
right. I admit it felt good, but I didn?t feel any orgasm building.

So I continued reading other stories and learned how they were rated so I
could concentrate on ones that should be better. Eventually I ended up
reading about a woman who was an exhibitionist who meets a real take-charge
guy. She had been teasing guys at a party and this guy apparently had
enough with her flirtations. He took her into a bedroom and ravaged
her. That got me going and by the end I was a swampy mess. I had enough
with reading and I ran to my bedroom to grab my favorite vibe from my
bedside table. With the power of the rabbit I was cumming quickly.

After I calmed down, I finally took my shower and then made a light
lunch. I made myself busy the rest of the day and didn?t think about Toni
again until about 8pm when I checked my email again. I?d talked to my
husband and he said he sent me some new pictures to my email and I wanted
to see them. I noticed that Toni had sent an email but I didn?t read it
right away. I opened my husband?s first email and it was a selfie of
himself without his shirt on. It was kind of humorous when I first looked
at it. The other emails showed me more of himself until finally he was
naked and holding his very hard cock. It was nice that he was thinking
about me. We rarely had sex when I visited so I took this as progress. I
wanted to show my appreciation so I stripped naked again and sent him my
own selfie. I?d never done that before and I have to admit it was exciting.

I waited for him to reply, but he never did. I guessed he only had a few
minutes of free time and he wanked out a quick one. While I was waiting,
sitting naked waiting for his reply, I clicked on Toni?s email. Her list
included the story site I remembered along with several others, which were
focused on specific story types. One was a lesbian site and one was a
bondage story site. This kind of shocked me and I didn?t immediately read
stories from either. She also included a link to her Tumblr site and
another site called Fet Life.

I didn?t want to click on the last one as it sounding like it would put
spyware on my computer and I didn?t want my husband finding out I?d been
looking at this material, so I started with her Tumblr. Toni?s site was a
mix of pictures of her (nothing naked but some revealing shots) and blog
entries which turned out to be very explicit. It turns out she is quite an
exhibitionist. Some were selfies and somebody else had taken
some. According to her blog she had a special ?friend? who told her what
kind of clothes to wear and how to pose for her photo sessions. I had to
admit, she looked great and the thought of someone directing her how to
pose was exciting.

As a closet exhibitionist myself (hence my love of dancing and flirting)
the idea that somebody would tell me what to wear and where to show myself
off was interesting. I was starting to get aroused again. I stared at her
pictures and reread her blog posts again and again imagining I was the one
showing myself off. Certainly I could never post pictures of myself in this
manner due to my husband?s position. I wondered how Toni?s husband allowed
it. I jumped back to the story site and this time searched for exhibition
stories. I found one that seemed to match Toni?s situation and I started
playing with myself while reading it. This time I didn?t need my vibe to
cum. That was very rare. My fingers rarely took me over the edge, but this
time the story was my stimulation along with thinking about Toni?s Tumblr.

I left myself breathless and quivering by the end of the story having had
one of the best orgasms of my life in the process. I shut down my PC and
headed to bed. I didn?t shower. I felt sweaty and dirty after my finger
session and I wanted to remember that while I slept. But I couldn?t
sleep. I had too many thoughts of Toni running through my brain. After
fighting them for an hour I got back up, put on a robe and headed back to
my PC.

This time I wasn?t scared and I logged onto Fet Life. Toni had included her
screen name so I was able to search for her. She wasn?t kidding when she
said she had a secret online life. She must have had 100 friends and at
least that many explicit photos. These were way racier than on her Tumblr,
but since she wasn?t using her real name I guess it was safer. I started to
look at the groups she belonged to and the first few didn?t surprise
me. Exhibitionist was the first. I kind of went ?well duh? when I read
that. But there were others like Daddy/Daughter, Collars & Leashes and
Dommes & Female Subs, which surprised me.

I tried to check out these groups but found I needed to register before I
could look much further around. I wasn?t about to use my real information
so Leslie in Carson City was born. I did answer the rest of the
registration questions truthfully including what I thought my fetishes
might be and that I was looking for friends. This apparently large group of
people who thought like Toni intrigued me. There were hundreds of members
that listed Las Vegas as their home. I never knew they even existed.

I ended up spending the rest of the night exploring this culture online. I
clicked on the profiles of many of Toni?s friends figuring that was a good
place to start as well as checking out the groups she had joined. I ended
up joining most of them. From time to time I started to feel excited by
what I was reading about and so I would jump over to the story site and
read some nasty story and get myself off. I was tempted to send a message
to some of Tori?s friends but I chickened out. It did post a few messages
in her groups hoping to find my own friends, but nobody messaged me off. By
the time I finally went to bed the sun was rising and my pussy was sore
from four sessions with my fingers and vibe. I was sound asleep when the
phone rang at 9am. I groggily picked it up. I was glad I did. At first I
was mad. Of all the days for a realtor to want to show the house, this
morning was the worst. I hastily got dressed, as they wanted to come at
10. Then I realized I had left my vibe on my desk next to the
computer. That would have been embarrassing to say the least. I hid it back
in my night table and took myself to breakfast.

After breakfast I went to the gym. Toni was there as usual and we rode
bikes next to each other. I couldn?t help myself. I pictured her getting
excited rubbing against the bicycle seat. Knowing what I now knew about
her, my own pussy started getting juicy as I imagined her doing some of the
things she confessed to enjoying in her profile. My visions were abstract
but I could see her being bent over and spanked. Or tied to the bed with
one guy fucking her and one guy forcing his cock into her mouth. Then I
remembered some of her groups her focused on lesbian or bisexual sex. This
brought her to a new light in my mind. I?d never had sex with a woman
before, but Toni was so sexual in my mind right then I probably would have
accepted any advance she made.

But as aroused as I was becoming, and as lurid as my thoughts were, our
conversation was typical gym talk. Nothing unusual and nothing about the
websites she had sent me. I didn?t know if she had forgotten emailing me
her list or if she was waiting for me to bring it up. If it was the latter,
she would have to wait a while as I was definitely not ready to admit I?d
been digitally spying on her. By the time we finished our workout my pussy
was on fire. I made a weak excuse that I had to get home and clean for the
realtor instead of showering with her and accepting her lunch offer. The
truth was I needed to get my fingers on my clit as soon as possible. At
first that meant sitting in my car in the parking lot, but there were way
to many people walking around for me to enjoy myself. Luckily there is a
park not to far from the gym and around noon there was enough privacy for
me to masturbate in my car safely. I was definitely starting to feel a bit
out of control. I?d never masturbated in public (well semi-public) before
but my pussy had a mind of its own and was demanding attention. I?d also
never stayed up all night playing with myself. I needed to get to Laughlin
this weekend and attack my hubby. I needed some cock.

That night I once again found myself with sleep eluding me and once again
found myself searching FetLife for masturbation inspiration. A couple of
people had found my profile so I spent the first half hour sending
carefully worded responses to them. Then I click on Toni?s profile again to
see if she had been online. There were two new pictures on her page. One
was taken at the gym. It was a selfie of her riding the bike. It was a
close up of her crotch and showed a big wet spot on the front of her
shorts. I tried to think back to remember if those were the shorts she was
wearing today. I didn?t remember her taking any pictures, but I had quit
about five minutes before she did so she could have taken it them. What had
she been thinking about? I wondered if she had been thinking about me.

The second picture was out on Freemont Street. Toni was dressed in a short
leather skirt, stockings and high heels. Up top she had on a leather
jacket, which matched the skirt. Had she not been holding it open exposing
to the world that she had on no blouse or bra on underneath I wouldn?t have
believed it. Someone else had obviously taken that picture. The
photographer was standing some distance away and the lens was wide enough
to get the lights of the Freemont Street Experience in the background. Toni
was in the middle of the shot and the surprised expressions of several
people could be seen as the walked next to her. If I saw her at the gym
tomorrow I was going to have to ask her about that one. I also made a
mental note to casually look for another wet spot on her shorts.

Alas she was not at the gym when I went the next morning and in the
afternoon I drove down to Laughlin for the weekend. I made sure hubby
understood my need for him to make time in his schedule to fuck me more
than once that weekend. He told me things were working out and suggested
trying to rent the house instead of selling it so I could move down sooner.
I told him I wasn?t ready to be a long distance landlord and that I had not
given up on selling. I couldn?t tell him the real reason was I was playing
this new mind game where the thought of exposing myself in public and
having sex with other women was keeping me up nights and making me orgasm
like never before.

I drove back to Vegas late Sunday night and went straight to the
computer. I was sitting at the desk, naked with a very wet pussy, when I
finally had enough courage to post a picture of myself. Not my face, mind
you, but a nice stiff nipple picture of my breasts and a second one with a
finger in my pussy. It was so exciting to anonymously share myself with the
world in that fashion. Almost immediately I started receiving messages from
horny guys. I dismissed most of them out of hand. Then I got a message from
one of Toni?s friends from a group called Vegas Kinksters.  I had looked at
Mistress Jacqui?s, as she called herself, profile when I was cyber-stalking
Toni. I admit she had intrigued me. She had many pictures posted but none
of herself, as far as I could tell. They all seemed to be of her
friends. Toni?s new picture was there and the other poses were similar in
nature. Women in revealing poses or dressed in some sexy outfit apparently
taking pictures for their mistress. I wasn?t sure what to say to her so I
just replied, ?Hi.?

She replied quickly and started asking me rather personal questions very
quickly. I wondered if she had talked to Toni and knew my profile was lying
about my name and location or whether she had just found me from Toni?s
page or from one of my posts. As intrusive as her questions were, I found
myself drawn to her and I answered her inquires truthfully. When she
suggested we switch to Yahoo Messenger, I couldn?t think of an excuse not
to, so I told her I would have to create a profile as I didn?t normally use
Yahoo for chat. (That was a lie of course. Toni and I chatted several times
but I didn?t have an account for my secret persona.) Jacqui replied that I
should drop the charade and login as myself. She said there was a friend
request waiting. I guess she had talked to Toni about me.

About a minute later we were chatting. It was obvious Toni had told her
many things about me, but she would not have known of my new feelings as I
had never expressed those to Toni.  After a few minutes of chatting Jacqui
suggested a Yahoo voice call. I?d never done that. She asked if I had a
microphone and I told her I didn?t think so. Then she asked if I had a
webcam. I told her our PC did have one of those. My husband used it for
video meetings. She typed that most webcam have a built in microphone so I
should hang on. Moments later my PC started beeping that I had an incoming
call. I was a bit scared, but I clicked accept.

Although I had never seen her, I had a picture in my mind what she looked
like. I still could only imagine what her features were like, but as to her
voice, it was husky and like velvet. She definitely had an exotic accent,
kind of an Eastern European superspy vibe to it. Once I heard her voice,
the picture in my mind instantly switched to a dark haired beauty. No
wonder Toni was sending her explicit pictures. She must be gorgeous. I?m
sure my nervousness came through immediately on our call. She told me it
was cute. That was sort of demeaning, but I didn?t mind. Her manner had me
anxiously waiting for her next word and needless to say my pussy was
dripping in anticipation. ?When we are done talking I was so going to fuck
myself,? I thought.

Jacqui?s conversational skills were much like her chat skills. I was
revealing very intimate details about my desires, my fantasies and
myself. Her voice was dripping with lust. I was getting turned on revealing
such intimate details to a stranger, although I felt like I had known her
for years. Then I heard a soft moan come through my computer
speakers. Could it be she was masturbating while listening to me? I had to
know. So I asked. ?Are you masturbating??

Truthfully I wanted to do that myself, but I would have been mortified if
she caught me doing it. She apparently didn?t share my embarrassment. ?Yes
I am,? she replied huskily. ?Your voice is so sexy and the picture of your
tits is beautiful. They are so perfect. Who did them? <another moan>?

I was shocked. Even in this town, where fake breasts are everywhere, I had
not had the experience of openly talking about them, let alone having them
be a source of arousal for another woman. I was silent for a few
moments. Then she chimed in again. ?Heather, don?t hold back. Tell me about
them. Are they firm or do they have some bounce? Are your nipples
sensitive? <moan> Do you like them sucked? Is your pussy wet??

I was started to lose myself in the moment much like I had reading the
stories for the first time. Only now it was much more intimate with this
strange woman trying to get off on my pictures and my voice. I wasn?t sure
what to do. We were in new territory for me.

?I just know your pussy is wet,? she continued. ?Toni told me how excited
you get riding the bike. How pointy do your nipples get. I can just picture
them. I want to suck them. Are your tits big enough to lick your own
nipples? I can do that. It?s wonderful. I love to lick them while one of my
horny slaves eats my pussy.?

I?m sure she knew the effect she was having on me and I?m sure her game was
more about getting herself off instead of driving me crazy. But I needed my
own relief. With a loud sigh I began to finger myself.

?That?s it baby,? she cooed. ?Make yourself cum for mama.?

I wasn?t saying anything. My eyes were closed and my fingers were busy.

?Heather,? she said with a pleading voice. ?I?m almost there. Turn on your
webcam so I can see you.?

I probably should have know that request was coming when she asked if I had
one, but was not ready to show myself off and I told her so. She pleaded
with me and it was a struggle to resist her.

?Please just show me your tits then. Zoom in on them. I just want to watch
you play with your nipples.?

Still I held back but it was tough. I?d already shown my nipples online so
she probably figured if I would do that she could talk me into showing
more. She was probably right. I was getting close to cumming myself and I
considered it, but I really wasn?t sure how to turn on the camera so I
guess technology was contributing to my playing hard to get. Apparently it
was working though as this mistress, who I figured was probably pretty
tough, wasn?t getting what she wanted and apparently although she was
turned on, she couldn?t quite get off. I felt a surge of power through my
body that I was in charge. It turns out, that was short lived.

Mistress Jacqui said, ?Well if you will not show me, I?m going to show
you.? Moments later a button that said ?view camera? popped up on my
screen. I felt a wave of lust surge through my body and I clicked on
it. She was broadcasting apparently the same angle she had said would be
acceptable for me. I couldn?t see her head, although I could tell she had
long red hair as a few strands had found their way forward over her
shoulders. What she was broadcasting was the largest pair of breasts I?d
ever seen live. They were monsters. She looked thin so they must have been
fake. But they were spectacular. Then the camera panned down and showed me
her pussy. She had a neatly trimmed landing strip, but otherwise she was
bare and I could see evidence of juice on her thighs. There was also a big
wet spot on the chair.

?I?ve been playing with my a couple of my slaves for about two hours,
baby,? she confided in me. ?I?ve cum three times including one squirter,?
she admitted. ?But since I?ve started talking to you, I need to cum
again. You just watch. Knowing you are playing with yourself while you
watch me will make me cum.?

The camera zoomed back out a bit. I could now see her breasts and almost
down to her pussy. I could see her arm moving as she frigged herself. She
wasn?t asking questions any more. She was describing what she was doing and
how good it would feel if I was doing it to her. I could see her pinching
her nipples and then hoisting her massive jugs up out of frame where I
assume she was sucking her own nipples. I tried to do the same, but I
couldn?t quite reach. The tip of my tongue just barely grazed by stiff
nipple, but not quite enough to get any real pleasure.

?Oh you sweet slut,? she called out. ?I love having my nipples sucked. Toni
cancelled on my tonight. She is supposed to be here to take care of me. I
love to lay back and have her worship my tits and then pleasure my pussy
for hours. Will you come over??

Never before had I heard such lust in a person?s voice. Yes the offer was
tempting, but no I didn?t take it. Jacqui kept trying though. I think it
was just her way of helping herself get off. I doubt she really expected me
to rush out at that hour and go to her. Or maybe she did. She kept
describing how great she felt and how her body was built for sex. I kept
watching her and masturbating. I could have cum. I was close, but I was
scared to let her hear me.  She did not have that same fear as when she did
cum she was loud. She screamed in pleasure and her breasts shook wildly. I
felt the first pangs of orgasm as I watched her consumed by her own
climax. I wanted to get off the call so I could finish myself in
private. How long was she going to orgasm? It went on and on. I was
struggling to hold back from my own shameless orgasm, although why I was
thinking like that I don?t know. Finally she came back to reality. But
instead of thanking me for helping, she asked if I enjoyed the show. Then
she asked if I had cum. I probably should have just said yes so I could
hang up, but I admitted I didn?t and that I was scared to do so with her on
the phone.

?Nonsense,? she replied. ?How big is your husband?s cock?? she asked very
directly. I was back under her spell and I told her. ?Do you have a dildo
or vibe that size?? she asked next. Again I replied, ?Yes.?

?Then go and get it,? she told me. ?I?m sure I have one that size around
here somewhere. Be back in a minute.?

I watched as she got up and walked off camera. Her ass was as perfect as
her breasts. I sat in silence in front of my computer continuing to strum
my pussy. I didn?t go get my vibe. I figured since she couldn?t see me I
could fake it. When she returned she had a dildo that was a pretty good
replica of my husband?s cock, although hers was a bit thicker. She asked if
I had mine ready. I lied and said I did.

?OK,? she began. ?Now imagine we are taking turns sucking his cock.?

On screen I could see her start to nibble the tip of her dildo before she
began to lick the head.

?Does he like you to just tease him or does he prefer to have to deep
throat him?? she asked before demonstrating both techniques. When I didn?t
answer right away she said, ?Come on girl. Give me something. How do you
suck his cock??

I stammered that he likes me to take him all the way into my mouth and that
he likes me to run my tongue up and down his shaft. Mistress Jacqui
demonstrated on her dildo. ?Like this?? she asked and I agreed with
her. ?Umm,? she moaned onto the phallus before pulling it out, ?I wish I
had a real dick to suck right now. I should call one of my boytoys. Are you
sucking your dildo?? I lied again and said I was. ?Fuck yourself like I?m
going to,? she commanded.

I watched on the screen as she slid the dildo down between her breasts and
then out of view. I could tell her moment of penetration from the look on
her face. I could also tell from her arm movement that she was going to
town on herself. ?Come on girl, let me hear you,? she said. ?I want to hear
you cum so I can cum again.?

I still wasn?t too sure of this whole situation, but I?d faked my own
pleasure plenty of times with my husband so I figured I would do the
same. I knew once I was in bed there would be no faking, as I would
pleasure myself in much the same way she was doing. I just wasn?t prepared
to do it live for her. I don?t know if I did a good job pretending to fuck
myself and putting on an exaggerated audio show, but she seemed to like
it. Either that or she just liked broadcasting her masturbation sessions to
strangers. Maybe she was just lucky and could have multiple orgasms in
quick succession. No matter what the cause she squealed in delight after
just a few additional minutes. I still had not seen her face, but I was
mesmerized by the jiggle of her tits when her body quaked in orgasm. After
I had my fake climax and she had calmed down from hers I was prepared to
log off. I said goodnight, somewhat impatiently as I wanted to get my own
freak on. She closed our conversation telling me, ?Next time no
faking. Have a dildo at least as big as your husband and learn to turn your
webcam on. I?ll be in touch.? And with that she logged out of Messenger.

I sat there stunned for a minute. How did she know just from listening to
me that I was faking? And she just assumed there would be a next time. How
arrogant. I shut down my computer and hurried to the bedroom. I didn?t need
any foreplay. I just needed my vibe. I lay down on the bed and got to it. I
knew I would climax quickly. Usually I don?t cum a second time without
having a while to build up again after the first climax, but the way I was
feeling perhaps tonight was different. I started by imagining my husband
going down on me as I placed the vibe hard against my clit. ?Ohhh,? I
moaned as the strong vibrations buzzed my body. As I figured the first
pangs of orgasm began to build almost immediately. I threw my head back in
pleasure. But then I had a different vision. Instead of my husband moving
up my body to impale me with his cock, I saw Mistress Jacqui. Or more
precisely I saw Mistress Jacqui?s boobs. In my masturbatory fantasy my legs
her spread and she was between them. I was still holding the vibe, but her
left thigh was pressed against it forcing it hard against my clit. She was
lying on top of me and cradling my head into her massive breasts.

?That?s right baby,? she cooed. ?Suckle mama?s nipples while you ride the
vibe.?

She was forcing me to masturbate and worship her nipples. And I loved it. I
held the vibe tight on my clit as if it were being held by an unseen
source. I tried to lift my own breasts again to my mouth but I couldn?t
quite make it. In my mind however I was being smothered and my only way out
was to pleasure her. I took my index finger on my left hand and began
sucking on it imagining it was her nipple. It was firm against my
tongue. As I sealed my lips around my finger I could have sworn I heard her
moan. Then I came. But my fantasy mistress wasn?t satisfied. ?Keep sucking,
slave girl,? she said with an authoritarian tone. ?You?re learning fast and
I want to watch you cum again.?

Now she started moving her hips causing the vibe to dance side to
side. Unlike my previous experiences, my orgasmic high never really
subsided. My body held itself at a peak level of excitement and within two
minutes I was climaxing again. Then my fantasy lover commanded me to flip
over and push the vibe into my steaming pussy. I rolled over onto my hands
and knees and reached between with the vibe. Now my virtual mistress was
sitting in front of me. I still hadn?t seen her face. Her vision of sexual
prowess was still just a magnificent pair of breasts but know I saw her
pussy and thighs as well. At first she just held my head against her
chest. I didn?t have to nurse her this time. On her command I began fucking
myself. She praised me for being a ?good girl? and asked if I wanted to
make her ?very happy.?

I knew what she wanted and even though I had never done it in my life, I
slid my head down between her legs. Later that morning when I woke up and
had a perfect memory of everything that happened the night before. I could
remember ever word of our conversation and how I came three times on my
bed. My most striking memory, however, was the fact that my last orgasm
occurred when I went down on a ghost. I mean, I know she wasn?t there. I?d
hung up our online call. But I could swear she was sitting in front of me
guiding my actions. She told me what to do, I did it and I was rewarded
with three of the best orgasms I?d ever had. If you had asked me I would
have told you I could still taste her juices on my tongue. It was a weird
experience to say the least, but also very powerful.

Later that morning I met up with Toni at the gym. This time I wasn?t scared
to talk to her about her friend. I wanted to know everything. Toni didn?t
seem to be hiding any information, but she didn?t seem to know much
either. She admitted she had never met Mistress Jacqui and had never even
seen her or talked to her. When I told her I had done both the night before
she was obviously jealous. I told her about watching Jacqui?s webcam but I
didn?t tell her about my virtual session in the bed afterwards. Toni told
me Jacqui liked to have her get dressed up in some revealing outfit and
walk around the strip or Freemont street showing off. I asked her about the
picture of her flashing her breasts and she blushed. ?You saw that?? she
asked. ?Well, yeah,? I replied. ?It?s on your profile.?

?I guess it is,? she said almost defeated. ?Jacqui ordered me to do that.?

I decided not to press the issue of her following Jacqui?s commands. With
my limited experience with her I?m sure she could be very persuasive in
getting someone to do whatever she wanted. ?Who took the picture?? I
asked. ?It obviously wasn?t you.?

?Yeah, that was the worst part,? she admitted. ?You didn?t see the other
one. I have not had the courage to post it. She sent me down there in that
short skirt, stocking and heels plus the coat you saw me open to flash my
boobs. My instruction was to find a tourist couple to snap the picture. She
also said if they invited me back to their hotel to go with them and do
whatever they wanted. I struggled to find a couple I wouldn?t mind fucking
if it came to that, but mostly I was looking for a strong woman with a
nerdy guy so she would tell him I wasn?t going with them.  But everyone out
that night looked like townies or couples where the guy was more in
charge. Finally I found a young Asian couple. They didn?t seem to speak
much English. I held out my camera and pointed at the lights and then at me
and he seemed to understand I wanted him to take my picture. I know it is a
stereotype but he seemed very happy to be asked and his girlfriend didn?t
seem to mind. I took my position and he snapped a quick picture. He started
walking back toward me with his hand outstretched to give me the camera
back but I held up my hand and raised a finger. Then I took a slightly more
provocative pose. He seemed to understand.?

?Seriously?? I asked. ?You had a stranger take that picture.?

?That picture and a few more,? she admitted. ?I only posted the one because
that is what Mistress Jacqui ordered. When he got back in position and
aimed the camera I took and quick look around and then I flashed him. I
could see the astonishment on his face and he started snapping picture
after picture. I kind of expected his girlfriend to walk up and hit him,
but she just stood there. It seemed like I was exposed for an eternity, but
it was probably only 20 seconds. I pulled my jacket shut and looked around
again. I knew some people had seen what I just did, but I was so turned on
I didn?t really care. I was fully prepared to go back to their hotel room
if they asked. But they didn?t. But he wasn?t quite done yet either. He
handed my camera to his girlfriend and walked toward me. By now there was a
small crowd watching for what the ?crazy woman? would do next. I took a
step toward him but he reached out and put both hands on my shoulders. He
spun me around and then put his foot between my legs. He didn?t say
anything but I felt him move his foot back and forth when I interpreted to
mean to spread my legs. I moved them out about 18 inches. Then I felt him
pushing on my back. ?Down,? was all he said.

Since I had just spread my legs I assumed he meant to bend over not to get
onto the ground. As I started to bow I felt him flip my skirt up exposing
my ass. As I wasn?t wearing panties my pussy was soon visible to the camera
lens as well. He backed off and I assume went back to get the camera from
his girlfriend. I saw the flash as he took another series of pictures. My
pussy was drooling at being exposed in front of this crowd. I would have
gladly gone back to their hotel at that moment. He obviously had a kinky
streak in him and since his woman wasn?t stopping him she must have had one
too. Then I heard a deep masculine voice say, ?wait.?

I held my position as man approached me. Looking up I could he was
rugged. He didn?t speak to me. He just stood by my side facing the
camera. I felt him spread my cheeks and then easily slid two fingers into
my steaming pussy. ?Bitch is soaking?, he announced to nobody in
particular. I moaned. I gave me a few good pumps with his fingers while the
camera clicked. Besides my camera I could tell other were immortalizing me
on their cell phones. ?Want to come back to my hotel,? the guy hissed as he
continued to finger fuck me. Of course I said yes. Even if Mistress Jacqui
had not commanded me to acquiesce I could no more resist him than stop
breathing. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and pressed them against
my asshole. ?I?m here with a friend. We?re both going to do you, OK?? I
could tell he was implying my pussy wouldn?t be the only thing penetrated
and that he probably meant they wanted to DP me, but that was fine. ?Let?s
go,? I told him. And just like that I was headed to the Golden Nugget with
two hunks. Of course they took other pictures of me that night. You can
imagine what they look like.?

I stood there a bit dumbstruck. I knew Toni was a sexual woman, but to go
back to the hotel room of two strangers seemed very reckless. Yet she was
telling me the story as if it was the most natural thing in the world. One
thing for sure my pussy had soaked the front of my panties and I was sure
there would be a wet spot on my shorts. Toni was the first to look down
having posted a similar picture of herself. I shouldn?t have been surprised
when she snapped a camera shot of my tight shorts showing my
excitement. ?I?ll email it to you and you can post it. We can be FetLife
sisters.? I was less worried about the wet spot than by what Mistress
Jacqui would require of me if she wanted to do that task again.

Back home I logged into all the websites I had been frequenting hoping to
get a message from Mistress Jacqui. Late in the afternoon I saw her log in,
but she didn?t contact me. At least not right away. I felt like a high
school girl waiting for the phone to ring as I sat by the computer hoping
to get a message or better yet a voice call. But nothing happened. It was
maddening. I started doing some things around the house, but I always found
myself back at the PC about every 10 minutes checking on her. She must have
been talking with somebody else. Maybe it was one of her boy toys. I could
use one of them myself right now. I?d originally started chatting on line
as a release to keep me from cheating on my husband. But now I was so horny
I would have fucked the UPS guy if he appeared on my doorstep. Finally at
9pm a message appeared. It wasn?t a voice call, but it was a start. As I?d
come to expect, she was direct and to the point.

?Good evening slut. Do you have your dildo??

After reading it I ran to the bedroom and grabbed it. Then I replied, ?Yes
I do.?

?Good,? she replied. ?I can?t play with you tonight. But I want you to find
something to tie your arms behind your back. Make it so it?s easy for you
to release yourself since it is your first time. I want you to sleep naked
with your arms behind your back. Sleep on your stomach. Put the dildo in
your mouth and fall asleep sucking it. I will call you tomorrow at
9am. Still be naked and have the dildo.?

I was reading the instructions and thinking of how to safely secure my
arms. Then she added, ?One last thing. No orgasms tonight. You may rub that
pretty little pussy if you want on a pillow or the corner of your bed, but
no climax. Talk to you tomorrow.? And with that she was gone and I was
scrambling for some rope.


I ended up using two of my husband?s neckties to secure my wrists. I was
able to tie two slipknots holding them together and then pull them
semi-tight. I knew I could get free easily if I needed too, but the
sensation of being trapped was wonderful. I didn?t rub my pussy against
anything and I followed her instructions to sleep naked and with the dildo
in my mouth. Since I didn?t have the use of my arms I had to sleep above my
covers. This made me feel very exposed, but also very excited. I fell
asleep remarkably quickly and sleep surprisingly well. Of course I had
wild, sexy dreams of Jacqui and what she would be doing to me if I were
tied more securely and unable to resist her. When I woke the dildo was next
to my head. Obviously I spit it out during the night. I hoped that wouldn?t
be a problem. I enjoyed completing her little task for me. I hoped she had
something more for me today. Then I remembered she was going to call me at
9am. I didn?t bother getting dressed. I just headed to the computer to
check my messages and to wait for her. It was 8am when I sat down so I
busied myself (OK, I read stories and masturbated) until I saw her log onto
Yahoo.

Our chat was brief and to the point. She had me describe how my evening
went. Although I had been playing with myself for the better part of an
hour I had not cum yet. Was I subconsciously waiting to talk to her before
I climaxed? I?d been wet while reading and strumming my clit, but I wasn?t
really excited. Now that I heard her voice, I felt the familiar pangs of
arousal that leads to my climaxes. Could her voice be my new trigger?

I told her my story, confessed that I had spit out the dildo (she said she
could prevent that but didn?t give me any details) and confessed that I had
been reading erotica and masturbating while waiting for her to call. She
responded by turning on her webcam again. Of course I clicked the view
button. She wasn?t naked this time. This time she was wearing panties. Her
breasts were as amazing and delectable looking as I remembered. Her panties
were a young girl looking polka-dot pattern. I started to wonder her
age. Since I had not seen her face I assumed she was at least in her 30s if
not older than me. But someone my age would never wear panties like
that. She zoomed in her webcam and focused on her panties. There was a big
wet spot over her pussy. Then she moved what I would later learn in a
Hitachi Wand over the wet spot.

?Do you like my panties,? she cooed. I assumed she meant did I like seeing
her arousal. ?Yes, I do,? I responded unsure of exactly what she was
asking.

?I had a boy toy over last night,? she told me. He put three loads in my
pussy before I sent him home. I was wearing these panties. I had him just
pull the elastic over and stick me with his cock. His cum dripped out of my
pussy and into the panties. This morning I?ve cum three times already into
them. What do you think about that??

My head was spinning at the thought of her being fucked so well. I could
hear the Hitachi buzzing away on her pussy, no doubt still sticky with his
cum and leaking her juices into the crotch of the panty. I could hear the
sound of moisture on the head of the Hitachi. It was making my head swim. I
didn?t answer her question. I imagine she thought I was jealous and I
probably was a bit. Then she asked if I wanted to watch her cum again. Of
course I answered yes. Then my phone rang. I had to excuse myself and mute
the computer. It was my fucking real estate agent. I had not heard from her
in a week and she calls now?

?Of course you can show the house in an hour I told her. Be gone until
noon. No problem, I?ll go to the gym. Yes the house is tidy. I just have to
make the bed.? Great, I thought. Thanks for interrupting me.

I quickly unmuted the PC sound but I?d missed it. Jacqui had turned off the
Hitachi, but just starting to breath normal and the webcam showed a larger
wet patch on her panties. I?d missed her climax. Damn. Jacqui was giggling
that she should wear her panties to work and how the guys in the office
would go crazy if she didn?t shower because she ?reeked of sex.? I could
almost smell her. I certainly dreamed of smelling her. She asked if I would
like another task for tonight. I thought about it for about 5 seconds and
said yes. She said she would think of something and let me know. I told her
I had to run and hung up.

I quickly got dressed and tidied up the house. It didn't take long as I was
only wearing my workout clothes. Then I headed to the gym. Toni was not
there so I was left to ride the bike solo. That left my mind free to wander
and think about Jacqui and her polka-dot cum filled panties. I wondered
what kind of task Jacqui would have for me. I knew I?d probably have to
turn on my webcam soon. Certainly she wouldn?t put up with my bullshit much
longer. I decided showing my boobs and panties like she had would be
acceptable. Certainly I couldn?t be identified without showing my
face. Yes, I would do that much for her. But no more.

The exercise bicycle did its job. I built up a sweat, got a workout and
teased the hell out of my pussy. It was time to go home and take care of
myself. It was just after noon so I called my realtor?s cell and she said
the showing agent had finished. She said she expected to get a report later
today how the showing went. I thanked her and hung up. That was great
news. I wasn?t too worried about the showing. It would be nice if it went
well and we got an offer, but right then all I cared about was getting
inside, ripping my workout clothes off, grabbing my vibrator and fucking
myself until I came over and over. Then I could shower and worry about what
Jacqui had planned for me tonight.

I parked in the garage and shut the overhead door. I was stripping out of
my clothes even before I was in the house. I was naked by the time I reach
my bedroom. I flopped onto the bed and reached over to the nightstand to
grab my vibrator. When I slid the drawer open I stopped dead. My vibrator
was there, but it wasn?t hiding under a magazine like I normally left it
when the house was going to be shown. The magazine was gone. As bad as that
thought was, it turns out it wasn?t a stranger who moved it. Well it was a
stranger in that I had never met her. My vibrator was nestled into a
polka-dot pair of panties. And unless I missed my guess, they hadn?t been
washed since the last time I saw them.

Alas they were cool to the touch having been there probably at least 45
minutes to an hour. But they definitely were still damp. There was also an
envelope under the panties. It was labeled ?open later? in a very fine
penmanship.  My pussy was still on fire but I had to see if Jacqui sent me
any messages before I relieved myself. As luck (or her plan) would have it,
she was online when I logged in. She didn?t voice call me. She just typed
the following message.

?You have a nice house. I would have liked to use your vibe but I couldn?t
be away from the agent that long. Boy toy saw your wedding picture on the
wall. Thinks you are cute. Wants to fuck you. I might let him if he is
good. For now, take my gift for you. Get on your bed on your hands and
knees again. Use your vibe. Fuck yourself if you want. But press my panties
against your nose. Before you cum lick them clean. Boy toy wants you to
know what he tastes like. Don?t open the envelope. I?ll talk to you after 5
about that.?

Then she logged off without allowing me to ask any questions. That was OK,
though. I didn?t have any questions. What I did have was a command to fuck
myself again. And fuck myself I did. To three quick orgasms. Her scent was
heavenly and his taste was, well nasty as I had always found men?s cum, but
because she had commanded it, I did it. I did it and it turned me on to be
following her instructions. Then I passed out.

It was 4pm when I woke up. For a moment I wondered why I had a pair of
panties over my head. Then I remembered. A warm feeling spread over my
body. Realizing I still needed a shower I hurriedly took one and washed the
morning and afternoon of sex off my body. I had a feeling I?d need another
shower later. I wanted to be sure to be online by 4:30 in case she was
early. I was curious about the envelope. It was large and soft. I deduced
that it contained some clothes. It must be something she wanted me to
wear. She probably correctly deduced that I would turn on my webcam if she
commanded it and this was probably some costume she wanted me to wear to
get her off. As long as I got off too that was OK with me. I didn?t bother
getting dressed yet. I sat at the keyboard naked waiting for her. She
didn?t log on at 5. After 15 minutes of waiting I started chatting with
someone else from FetLife. By 6 that conversation was over. He seemed nice
but just didn?t do it for me. He had not even made my pussy wet. Over the
next 2 hours I chatted with three other guys and one other woman. The woman
was better. The guys were pretty worthless. But I wanted my Mistress
Jacqui. I wanted her to tell me what to do to get myself off. Finally at
8:45 she logged on. I was furious that she was so late. But I said nothing.

Again we just chatted instead of doing a voice call. She said she wanted to
see me wear the clothes in the envelope. I told her I waited and didn?t
open it. She said no problem. She told me to turn on my webcam so she could
watch me get dressed. I told her no to the webcam. I know I said earlier
that I figured I would give in and turn it on, but that was before she
pissed me off by making me wait. She told me to get the envelope and that
she would send me instructions in email. Then she logged off.

What the fuck? Her games were confusing to me. She wants to see me, she
doesn?t want to see me. I figured I?d better see what she left me in the
envelope. I went and retrieved it and then brought it back to my den. There
was no email from her. I opened the envelope. There were two items. A
sheer, almost translucent white silk blouse and a black skirt. It was a
very light weight material. Holding it up I could see it came to about
three inches above my knee. It was not an obscene length. I was almost
surprised how much it would cover. I was still holding the skirt when an
email from her arrived. As usual it was bold and direct.

?Put on the blouse and skirt. Wear nothing else. No bra, no panties and no
stockings or pantyhose. Pick out a black pump with at least a 3-inch
heel. If you don?t have the right shoes, go buy a pair.?

Well I did have a few pairs that fit that description. On thing about being
an arm candy wife you always wear heels that you can always wear black. But
what were her plans? She had already been in my house. Was she going to
come back tonight? Or was I going to go out like Toni had and expose
myself. Since I had been given a blouse I didn?t think that was the case
because Toni just had skirt and a jacket. I decided not to worry about
it. I just got dressed and waited. Waiting was getting to be a habit. A
habit that I didn?t like. But what else could I do. My pussy was telling me
to play her game and my pussy always won. Looking at myself in the mirror
my nipples were clearly on display. They were hard, of course, and I
doubted they would be softening any time soon. The silk hugged the swell of
my breasts like it had been tailored and the skirt framed my ass very
nicely. Although I was showing very little skin (she had not specified how
many buttons should be open on the blouse) the overall look was highly
sexual. It was obvious I was not wearing a bra. Looking at the smooth line
of the skirt across my ass it was just as obvious I was either wearing a
g-string or no underwear at all. I looked good, I admit. I?d dress in
similar clothes for my husband, but always with lingerie underneath. I?d
always felt sexy while wearing something lacy and seductive under my
clothes. But my leaking pussy told me going bare was even better. And the
fact that I was doing it for a stranger was even more thrilling.

Jacqui commanded me to go down to Freemont Street. I was to park at the
Plaza and walk two circuits of the Freemont Street Experience. When the
light show played I was to act like a tourist and stop and watch. I was to
keep my head tilted up at the screen. She also told me to keep my phone
with me as she would send me further instructions. I grabbed my purse and
jumped in my car.


For those who don?t know about the Freemont Street Experience, a while ago
Las Vegas converted Freemont Street (the original downtown gaming area)
into a pedestrian mall and installed a four block long canopy with an
amazing light show. People pour out of the casinos to watch the
shows. There are also people just wandering around carrying their drinks
and enjoying the town, concerts and of course, some of the seedy underbelly
Las Vegas is known for. It?s a place you can be with a huge crowd, but also
anonymous at the same time. There is also an overpriced strip club. I
wondered if my additional instructions would take me there.

I parked at the Plaza as I had been instructed. I took a quick spin through
the casino to get my ticket validated. I felt like everyone was watching me
as I walked through the joint. By breasts were swaying under the blouse
making my nipples rub against the smooth material. I could feel the heat
between my legs. My thighs were slick with moisture. I wanted to run into
the bathroom and get myself off, but I resisted my urges and walked out the
front door. From there it was a simple crossing of the street to my own
personal Freemont Street Experience.

The more I walked, the more excited I got. One of the best things to do in
Vegas is people watch. And in downtown you?ll see more colorful
characters. I kept a sharp eye out for Mistress Jacqui. I knew she would be
there somewhere watching me. Then the lights went out on the marquees of
the casinos. The show was starting. As instructed I froze in position and
looked up. A mob of people quickly formed around me. I was watching the
show but my body was tense. Would she sneak up to me? If she did would she
touch me? My mind started fantasizing about a stranger pulling me out of
the crowd and into an alley. My hands slowly slid from my side to the front
of the skirt and I gave myself a quick rub as the show ended. The mob began
to disperse. I spun in a 360 looking for any signs of her, but saw
nobody. I still had not seen her face, but I?m sure I would recognize her
breasts.

Oh well, time to continue my walk. The other end of the pedestrian mall
leads to a more run down area of town. I would not like to walk there
unescorted. I was glad to turn around and head back toward the Plaza. As I
was walking I heard my phone chirp that I had an email. It was from her and
was a simple message. ?You look stunning.?

So she was here. But where was she? I kept walking. I was almost back to
the Plaza, when the show started again. Immediately I took my position
staring like a star-struck tourist skyward. My senses were heightened
because I knew she was somewhere close. I took deep breaths trying to catch
her scent. I didn?t know what that scent was, but I was sure she would be
wearing expensive perfume. I?m not sure why I thought that, but it seemed
natural to assume she would be dressed up more formal than I was. The mob
was larger at this location and I felt several bodies pressed against
me. Not specifically touched me, but that did not hinder my budding fantasy
that she was there to claim me and whisk me away.

After that show I got another email. This one had a picture of me standing
there looking up. It was taken from the side so my breast profile was
prominent. There was also text that instructed me to unbutton my blouse to
just past my nipples. ?I want to see some of that luscious cleavage of
yours,? she told me. I was then to walk up and down the street again. This
just became a challenge for me. The blouse was close-fitting enough,
especially after I made sure it was tucked into the skirt as snug as I
could make it, that my boobs should stay contained, although as much as
they swayed when I walked there was always the possibility for a wardrobe
malfunction. Looking at myself in the window of the Golden Nugget I
realized that from the side, like the angle of the picture she send me, I
was showing quite a bit of flesh. I pulled the blouse down again, but that
didn?t really help that much. My nipples were keeping the blouse half and
inch off my chest and at the right angle, that was enough to get a good
look.

Once I realized that, my walk took on both new urgency and excitement. I
walked more determinedly figuring if I was quick, nobody would notice. But
that also meant my boobs were moving around more. More movement, more
nipple teasing. More nipple teasing, the further out my blouse hung on my
chest. Then the show started again. I froze and looked up. But as I did, I
tried to sneak peaks for her with my peripheral vision. I was at the far
end of the experience and the crowd was the thinnest of my three views of
the show. There were still people milling around but they, like me, were
looking upward. Then I felt a body press against my back. This was not the
usual accidental bump. Or even an accidentally on purpose bump. This person
was pressing up against me on purpose. I took a deep breath and was about
to spin and confront the person when I felt their arms wrap around me and
lock around my stomach. I then felt hot breath against my neck. And then a
kiss on my neck that sent shivers through my body. The lips were
soft. Looking down the hands were obviously a woman. She whispered in my
ear, ?Keep those eyes up.?

It was not Jacqui?s voice. Who was it? I?m sure she could feel me
panic. She pulled me tighter and whispered again. ?I?m a friend. Don?t
worry.? I felt her hands slide upward toward my breasts. She gave them two
firm squeezes. ?Very nice,? she cooed. Then I could feel her pulling my
blouse open and felt the desert air on my nipples. ?Stay like that until
after the show,? was the last thing she said before disappearing into the
crowd.

I was mortified. My chest was totally exposed. But the humiliating thing
was how my pussy reacted to her touch, her kiss and her command. Instead of
fighting the need to cover up my breasts, I was fighting the desire to
finger fuck myself to an orgasm on the street. With every deep breath I
could feel my breasts swell into the night air. My juices were flooding my
pussy and my clit was pulsating for attention. I quickly reached the point
of no return and was about to slide my hand under my skirt when the lights
went off. That snapped me out of my fog of arousal and I quickly pulled my
blouse back together. I looked around. Nobody seemed to have been watching
me and needless to say, no mystery women were hanging around observing
me. Almost immediately my phone buzzed. This email said, ?Don?t even think
of looking for a place to masturbate.?

Mistress Jacqui was reading my mind. I?d never had a lover so in tuned with
my wants and desires. And I didn?t even know who she was.

A few minutes later two pictures arrived with a message that they were for
my FetLife profile. Both were shot from the front. One was of two hands
mauling my breasts. The woman?s head was behind me, though, so I didn?t
have a view of her. The second was of me standing on the street with my
chest exposed including both my hard nipples holding my blouse open. It was
humiliating and also a turn on. There were two people on the street playing
this game with me. I began walking back toward the Plaza again. I figured I
had one more view of the light show and the way things had been escalating
I was both scared and excited of what might be to come.

Once again I found myself near the strip club when the show started. I was
confident that place would play some roll in the next step so I wanted to
be close. But then the most amazing thing happened. Nothing. I watched the
show and nobody came up to me. I was expected at least a little harmless
exhibitionism or maybe some not so harmless exhibitionism, but there wasn?t
so much as a pat on the butt. I was disappointed. I looked around trying to
see if anybody was watching me. But there was nothing out of the
ordinary. I turned to walk back to my car. Then my phone buzzed. It was
another email.

?I can see your look of displeasure. You have performed well tonight. I am
proud of you.?

There was another picture. Again a side shot only this time it could show a
lot more than the first time before I unbuttoned the blouse.

?If you want to go home, that is fine. I?ll meet with you online and give
you the relieve you need. Or you can wait for the next show. But if you
stay, I want you to walk to the center of the Experience. Pull your blouse
out of that tight little skirt to give my friend easier access. When the
lights go out, unbutton the blouse all the way and spread your legs a foot
apart.?

She had not given me the instructions as a command. I had the choice to
obey her or go home. If I went home she promised to get me off. If I
stayed, she promised that a stranger would toy with me. I suppose the
instruction to spread my legs was a veiled promise to get me off, but I?d
be standing where the crowd was biggest. What if her friend couldn?t even
get to me? What if we got caught? What if she just teased me and didn?t let
me cum and then Jacqui didn?t get me off later? That was probably my
biggest concern. I wish I could say it took me longer to decide what to do
than it took for me to just type this. Of course I walked halfway down the
street to the middle. Of course I pulled my blouse out of my skirt. And of
course I was prepared to pop the last three buttons when the lights went
out.

I could tell the show was about to start because the street was filling. I
was nervously looking around to see where my mystery lover came from. I
also wanted to see what she looked like. As I was looking around five
muscular guys, they looked like football players, wandered into my
area. Once of them looked me up and down. Then she smiled. He nodded to his
friends. I was scared. They were standing in front of me basically making a
human wall. Then just as the first marquee lights went off, they turned
their backs to me. It was an orchestrated move, obviously on
purpose. Suddenly I was staring at their muscular backs forming a
semicircle in front of me. Then I felt her press up against me. Once again
she put her arms around me and pulled me close.

?Don?t worry. They are friends of mine. I wanted a little privacy for you,?
she told me. With that I felt her hand move down under my skirt. I?m sure
she wasn?t surprised to find I was wet and I certainly wasn?t surprised she
moved her hand so quickly or so intimately. What surprised me was she had a
bullet vibrator strapped to her finger. When she touched my clit I
swooned. Fortunately her other arm was still holding me.

?Hang on baby. Don?t go limp,? she told me as I struggled to regain my
balance. As I did her other hand was free to grab hold of my boob flesh
again, only this time from the inside of my blouse. This also gave her free
reign to work on my nipples. I was ready to cum within 15 seconds of her
touching me, but she would have none of that. She pulled the vibrator off
my clit.

?Mistress did not give you permission to cum,? she whispered to me. I
whimpered. ?But she told me that if I could show her you were a real slut,
not just some wannabe housewife playing a game, but a real whore ready to
serve her, she gave me permission to allow you to orgasm if I choose.?

?Anything,? I begged her. ?I?ll do anything to prove myself worthy.?

?Reach under my skirt,? she told me as her vibrating finger tapped my clit
again. My head was spinning in lust. I really would do anything for her
right then.

I did as she asked. Without turning or looking back I slid my hand up under
her skirt. I was expecting to find her sans panties like I was. I expected
her to spin me around down to my knees and have me eat her right there. I
wasn?t expecting to feel a strap-on under her skirt. I gasped.

?That right whore,? she hissed into my ear. ?I?m going to fuck that
dripping pussy of yours and you?re going to rut that pretty little butt up
against my cock. And if you cum by the time the show is over, maybe
Mistress Jacqui will take you into her service. If not, I?m going to keep
fucking you with the lights on until you scream so loud everyone will here
you. So what?s it going to be? Beg me to fuck you or go home to your safe
suburban life???

Again it took longer to type this than it did for me to make my
decision. ?Please fuck me,? I whimpered. Then with the guys turning back
around to watch, I grabbed hold of her fake dick and pulled it out
obscenely in front of her. I then lifted the back of my skirt with my other
hand. I didn?t bother waiting for her to aim it or push it home. I pushed
my ass up against her and aimed it myself. Thus I was impaled in the middle
of the Freemont Street Experience. She let me rock back and forth fucking
myself for about 15 seconds. It was completely debasing and totally
exhilarating.  The she stood me up preventing me from being able thrust
myself back against her and grabbed both my breasts with her hands. She
then started to slowly slide her strap-on in and out of my steaming
pussy. All the guys were taking pictures with their phones.

?I know you would cum if I let you plunge this cock in and out at your own
pace. I also know I could touch your clit again and you would explode. But
I?m going to do neither. Mistress will be very pleased by my report on your
behavior. She wants you to go home, strip naked and sit in front of your
computer with your webcam on, your feet on your desk, your legs spread and
your hands behind your head. She will long on when she is ready to watch
you get off for her. Hopefully someday she will let us play again and I can
give you the proper fucking you deserve. Now button up and remember no
touching yourself until she gives you permission.?

I felt empty when she pulled out. I didn?t turn around to watch her go. I
buttoned my blouse in the relative safety of the man wall in front of me,
although their leers were hardly comforting. The show was over shortly
thereafter. I looked around but nobody seemed wise to what happened. The
guys disbanded and melted into the crowd. They must have known I would have
done anything they asked, but I assume they had their own orders and
Mistress Jacqui didn?t want them touching me. I wondered if one of them was
the boytoy whose cum I had licked out of her panties. But they were gone
before I knew it and I was alone. I quickly started moving toward my
car. Once inside I couldn?t resist sliding two fingers into my pussy. I
needed to fill the empty void I felt since she had pulled the dildo out of
me and dropped my breasts. My breathing quickly became ragged and I
regained control just in time to stop before I went over the edge. It was
tough, but I wanted to save my climax for Mistress Jacqui. I knew she would
know if I had disobeyed her. And that was one thing I didn?t want to do. I
drove home as fast as I could.

Once home I followed her instructions and stripped. That didn?t take
long. Then I booted up my computer and sat down in my chair. I did a quick
test with my legs up to see how it felt. It felt obscene. I loved it. I
logged into Yahoo Messenger and started my webcam. A few of my chat buddies
were online and one by one they sent requests to see me camera. I allowed
it, but I told them I couldn?t chat as I was waiting for someone. I told
them they could watch but I wouldn?t respond to them. Not surprisingly they
didn?t have a problem with that. I focused the camera in the widest zoom,
spread my legs on the desk and put my hands behind my head. The fact that
other people were watching had my pussy churning even though I couldn?t
touch it. My voyeurs kept asking but I had to shake my head no each
time. Oh how I wanted to touch myself and finish what had started in the
street and then my car. But I had to wait.

15 minutes went by and then 30. One by one my chat buddies dropped off
until there was only one left. I wondered if he was chatting with someone
else or stroking himself while watching me. Then she logged in. It was a
challenge to click the mouse with my toe to accept her cam request. Hers
was not broadcasting. Her chat window said she was very proud of me and
that she received wonderful reports. She said she also liked the pictures,
although she admitted she didn?t send them all to me. She then told me to
look in my desk drawer. This was very curious. I wondered if she left me
another pair of panties. I wasn?t even upset that she had apparently been
in my house again. I opened the drawer with anticipation.

I found a beautiful glass dildo. I had a gentle curve and a thick bulbous
head. It also had a handle shaped like a sword. All the better to grip for
vigorous fucking I suppose. I pulled it out and held it up to the camera. I
mouthed the words, ?Thank you,? to my unseen mistress. She typed back,
?Have fun, but no orgasm until I say so.?

I nodded yes. What fun would it be to be in control now? I slid the dildo
into my smoldering pussy, the curve of the glass directing the bulging head
right over my g-spot. I opened my mouth in an O-shape to show her my
joy. Of course my reward wasn?t going to come that easy. I was begging for
permission to cum very quickly, but of course the permission to do so had
to be earned. She wanted to hear me beg. She wanted me to pledge to serve
her well as a slave girl. She made me promise to drop everything when she
called to rush over and pleasure her. Each time I ceded more control to her
my arousal level spiked. I begged she?d let me cum soon. And I begged she?d
tell me where she was so I could thank her and grovel at her feet before I
sucked her pussy dry. I even pleaded for her to give me to the girl who
toyed with my on Freemont Street so she could tease me before fucking me
senseless.

I was completely out of control, but when Mistress Jacqui finally gave me
the command to cum for her, my body exploded in a mind-numbing climax the
likes I?d never had before. A kaleidoscope of colors exploded in my brain
as my body released every drop of tension that had been building since my
husband had begun ignoring my needs. My other orgasms had just been
preludes or foreshocks to the one that consumed my body and soul. I
squirted for the first time, showering the camera and computer. I was
fighting for breath as I hyperventilated as my orgasm drained every bit of
energy from my body. I fell off the chair to the floor where I must have
passed out.

When I woke much later, the chat window was closed an email was waiting for
me. It contained a link to a Dropbox and a three-word command, ?Post on
FetLife.? I opened up the Dropbox and found all the pictures taken that
night. There were about 25. There was also a video. I was scared to look,
but I clicked on it. It was a recording of my performance on the webcam and
my confession that I was now her slave. Anybody watching would know it
wasn?t some game because there was no way I could have faked the massive
orgasm that occurred right after I pledged myself to Mistress Jacqui. If my
husband ever saw these, my marriage would be ruined. But if I didn?t post
them I knew Mistress Jacqui would never talk to me again. The choice was
easy.