Submissive Southern Girl in Minnesota Ch. 7 -Vegas
Thursday was the first time with the cleaning lady. I was nervous meeting her naked except for: heels, plug, and the cover up Master gave me that hid almost nothing. The doorbell rang right at 1:00 PM. I guess I shouldn't be surprised when the cleaning lady turned out to be a Teutonic Goddess. She was about six four, blonde, stacked and as we say in the South, big boned. Not at all fat but built solid. Her name is Astrid.
I had read what was in her contract, so I asked her what else she did beyond the contract. The main thing was Master's laundry. As she said "I'm already doing the linens and towels, so grabbing his laundry bag and throwing it in with the rest is no big deal. He sends his shirts along with his suits to the cleaners, so no ironing, just folding and putting them away. She made a point that doing mine would not be an issue though she would need to see where I wanted them put away.
As we walked through the house discussing what she cleaned she made a point to show me where the extra sets of sheets were at, "just in case you should need a clean set." I thanked her for the tour and let her get her job done as I went back to my desk and impaled myself, to continue working on the brief I needed for Friday.
As she was ready to leave. She stopped by my office and said, "You seem nice. He needs someone like you. Please take good care of him. I'm sure he will take good care of you."
I thanked her and said, "I try very hard to take care of him, it isn't always easy, and yes he takes very good care of me."
The first week with the exercise regime was not easy. I did get in my two workouts before the trainer came back. I met him at the door wearing only the bra he had cut holes for my nipples and the shoes he had brought for the elliptical. He told me to start my work out on the elliptical, while he looked at the readouts on the computer. As he looked at my results, he shook his head. He finally said, "I can see that you are trying and doing what I asked. I promise that if you keep doing it, you will get better.
When I got off the elliptical, he asked if I had been using the Kegel trainer. I told him that I had, but that it kept telling me that I was using the wrong muscles. He sent me to retrieve the trainer and watched as I inserted it and tried the workout for it. When it beeped to indicate the wrong muscles, he took one look at it and asked, "would you like me to show you what you are doing wrong?"
I wasn't sure but said "Yes." He pulled a colored image out of his bag that showed the muscles around the vagina. He pointed out the kegel muscles I should be using, and then the ones that I was using instead. He inserted two fingers in my cunt and told me to squeeze. He touched the wrong muscles I was using and then touched the ones I should use. After he repeated that several times, I managed to get the ones he wanted. He withdrew his fingers and inserted the trainer again. This time I got all green lights and a much higher reading on the device. He had me repeat it a half dozen times to try to burn in the muscle memory.
When he came back a week later, he seemed much happier with the computer readings of my workouts. I made the mistake of telling him that the workouts were getting easier, and he increased the reps, resistance and distance. I might actually like him if he wasn't so smug. I didn't tell him, but I could start to see a difference in the mirror, my abs and butt were starting to tone up.
I was sitting with Master at his restaurant for dinner a couple nights before the scheduled Vegas trip. As usual Master was playing with the little ball hanging from my hood piercing, tormenting my clit. Master was finally discussing what I should wear on the upcoming trip after I had been asking him for over a week.
He started by laying out the weekend. "We will arrive in Vegas late Wednesday, and nothing is scheduled so just the two of us for dinner. Thursday is setup day at the exhibition hall. I must check in a couple times during the day, but there is no reason for you to be there, you can shop, lay out at the pool, whatever you wish. Thursday night I am hosting a company dinner, you will attend and look stunning. Friday is the day that I will walk the floor visiting other vendors for items which may be of interest to our stores, I would like you to come with me, look professional, and wear comfortable shoes. There is a get together Friday evening, your look is classy slut, or as I heard someone put it, expensive rented. Saturday you and I will work our booth, your job is eye candy. When we walk the floor on Friday you will get a good idea of what that entails, most booths will hire local showgirls, I'm sure you will do just fine. Saturday evening is yours; we will do whatever you wish. Currently on Sunday I'm planning on going sightseeing, and we catch the late flight back home."
Master took a break as our food arrived. That gave my cunt a break as Master stopped playing with the ball to eat his dinner. Though with my cunt getting a break I became more conscious of the larger than usual plug Master had chosen for me that night. Sitting on it had driven it a bit deeper, and of course Master had it vibrating on low.
A Master finished his meal the torment of my clit resumed as Master said, "As for clothes, don't overpack. Wednesday you may just wear what you wore to the office on the plane, without the bra. Thursday, whatever you wish depending on what you choose to do. Thursday night find something in your wardrobe. Friday think business casual including a bra like you wear to work. Friday night either something from your slutty wardrobe or we can go shopping. Saturday we will find something suitable in Vegas, they cater to that look. Saturday night depending on what you want to do. Sunday is casual. Your guideline for the weekend is dress to please me but being a little more discrete at company events.
As Master was telling me this, I was trying to picture what I had that would work for what Master was describing. However, when you are trying hard not to come from someone playing with your clit, and the vibrations in your ass aren't helping it can be hard to focus on possible wardrobe choices.
Master asked about dessert, and I declined, all I wanted was to get home, get my nightly spankings and get fucked. Master smiled and ordered an Italian ice for dessert. Master kept playing with my little ball as he leisurely finished his dessert, then surprised me with his ice cold spoon as he rubbed it against my burning cunt. Only three tables turned to look at my resulting squeal. Master smiled and licked his spoon clean.
Back at the house I stripped and put on my cuffs and leather collar in the maid's closet and crawled down to the dungeon. I knelt under one of the spotlights to wait for Master to come and give me my nightly spankings. I don't really understand how Master administering pain to my butt, cunt and tits, binds us together but it somehow it does make me feel more loved, owned, and cherished. It doesn't hurt that Master usually fucks one or more of my holes afterwards while I am soaring in subspace.
Master came down in his dragon robe, took my leash and led me over to the padded massage table. He had me lay on my back across the short side of the table with my head hanging off one side and my butt hanging off the other side. He bent my knees up to my tits and made me hold them there while he delivered twenty stinging blows to each of my butt cheeks with the leather slapper. He seemed to be hitting the plug in my ass at least half the time driving shocks up the length of my ass each time. My butt was on fire before Master was even half done. Master slowly eased his cock into my wet cunt and gave it several long slow strokes. I moaned when Sir withdrew.
Master had me release my knees and lowered them to the table, but spread them uncomfortably wide to better expose my cunt. Master walked around the table to the side where my head was hanging off and gave me his cock, slick with my juices to lick and suck. Master started slow fucking my throat, going deep into my throat and then backing out to just inside my lips. As soon as Sir had his rhythm my cunt exploded as Master struck it with the crop. Each time his cock went deep in my throat, the crop landed on my cunt. Master's cock not only stifled my moan, but I'm sure Master enjoyed the resulting vibrations in my throat.
Master kept the same rhythm as he shifted to my breasts and nipples. Every time Master was deep in my throat one or the other of my nipples erupted in pain as the crop struck. I don't bother to count when Master is administering my nightly spanking. Master is free to use me as he wishes, though I feel he is usually dead on with the number of strokes he has chosen.
Master kept fucking my throat even after he stopped cropping my nipples. He grasped both bruised nipples, pinched, pulled and twisted them before releasing them and doing it again, twisting the other way.
Master stopped tormenting my nipples, withdrew from my mouth, and snapped the leash back on my collar. Master helped me off the table and started leading my upstairs to the bedrooms. I was concerned, had I failed to please Master, was he upset, why had Master not finished in my mouth, my face or one of my other holes like he usually did?
Master usually released me into my room at the top of the stairs to do my nightly routine, before crawling to Sir's bed for the night. Tonight, he kept walking and I kept crawling behind him. Once we got to the bed Master helped me to stand, turned down the bed, motioned for me to get in and then slid in beside me.
I had to ask, "Is there something wrong Master?
Master smiled, "No, I have been fucking you a lot lately, I haven't been making love to you as often as you deserve."
