Friday Evening
Brenda held her Master's arm as they walked through the casino. She noticed people looking at them. She felt wonderful wearing her new clothes. The tight dress over the garter belt and stockings made her feel sophisticated, feminine and sexy all at the same time. She imagined men looking at her back-seam stockings and it made her sway her hips a little more while she walked. She was so happy her Master had made this evening happen.
Brenda was surprised when Master guided her to Restaurant Guy Savoy. It was one of the best restaurants in Las Vegas and had a reputation for being extremely expensive. The Maitre d' greeted them warmly and guided them to their table. The restaurant was as plush as anything Brenda had ever seen. Everyone was dressed in evening clothes. A woman in a formal gown played the piano in the corner.
The head waiter appeared and handed a menu to each of them. Brenda put her menu down on the table unopened. She had never been to dinner as a slave but from communicating with other slaves on the internet she knew she should allow her Master to order for her. She didn't know why, but she had been looking forward to this subtle submissive gesture.
Brenda couldn't keep track of all the staff. There was a busboy who poured their water, an assistant waiter who brought bread, the head waiter who spoke to them about special items available that were not on the menu and wine captain who offered to make recommendations on a wine selection.
Each of the waiters were stealing glances at Brenda's legs and down the front of her dress. Other guests seated in the restaurant were looking at Brenda as well. She pretended not to notice but loved every minute of the attention.
Master ordered their dinner starting with salads for each of them. He ordered Lobster Bordelaise for Brenda and the Roasted Veal Chop for himself. He allowed the wine captain to suggest a bottle of Chardonnay from the wine list. After the wine was poured and they were alone, Master held up his wine glass toward Brenda in a toast.
"To my beautiful slave. You own the room."
Brenda blushed and thanked her Master with a smile.
The dinner was wonderful, each course was perfection, the service impeccable.
After they finished their desert and coffee, Brenda asked, "Master, may I be excused to use the ladies room."
"Yes slave," he said. "But don't be long, the show starts soon."
As Brenda put her napkin on the table she noticed how much her skirt had ridden up her thighs while she and been seated.
"Sir, when I get up, may I please pull my skirt down?"
Brenda suddenly realized the assistant waiter was standing behind her. He was holding the sides of Brenda's chair waiting for her to stand. He had certainly overheard her. Brenda blushed deeply.
Master said, "After you're in the ladies room, slave. You can adjust your dress then."
Brenda's heart raced, she hesitated and then stood up. The assistant waiter moved her chair back as she stood. Brenda was too embarrassed to turn around or thank him. As she walked to the ladies room she kept her eyes straight ahead, not wanting to see if anyone was looking at her.
Once in the ladies room, she checked herself in the mirror. Most of her thighs were exposed showing the dark welt of her stocking tops. She was relieved that no skin was exposed. As she looked at herself in the mirror the embarrassment faded and she felt a little thrill. Her Master ordered her to flash her stockings in public. Knowing that his eyes were on her as she walked away from the table excited her.
It must be the wine, she thought.
Before leaving the ladies room she made sure the dress was back in place and her makeup and hair were just right. As she walked back to the table, Brenda noticed glances from some of the guests and stares from others. Master did not take his eyes off her as she approached the table. The assistant waiter appeared again to help her with the chair.
This time she looked at him directly and said, "Oh thank you so much."
The waiter's response was a sincere, "My pleasure ma'am."
As the waiter walked away Brenda leaned over the table toward her Master resting her chin on her hands, her elbows on the table. She hoped this position would give Master an unobstructed view of her cleavage.
"Thank you Master."
He looked at her curiously and said, "For what slave?"
She looked into his eyes and said, "For everything Sir."
After leaving the restaurant they walked through the casino to the theater. The ushers had started seating for the performance and they were escorted to their seats right away. The performance started with fast energetic songs followed by ballads and love songs.
During the love songs Brenda was pleased when her Master's hand rested on her thigh. At times he would run his fingers to the top of her stockings and then touch her cunt lips through the thin material of the panties. Brenda spread her legs slightly to give him better access not caring who was watching.
When the performance was over, the audience rose to give Celine a standing ovation. Brenda could feel her dress had ridden up her thighs again. Instead of being embarrassed she felt the thrill of flashing.
The audience finally started the slow process of filing out of the theater. Brenda was holding her Master's arm and thought about asking permission to cover herself but didn't. She realized she didn't want to cover herself right then. She didn't want to stop how she felt at that moment.
It was very crowded outside the theater,.Brenda asked to be excused to use the ladies room. Master told her to meet him in the bar nearby when she was finished.
The ladies room was crowded and Brenda had to wait in line for a stall. Standing there with her dress hiked up she could see the glances from the other women but did not touch her dress until she went into a stall. The hem of her dress was a little higher than it had been in the restaurant. On the back of one thigh one of her garter grips was showing.
No wonder those women were giving me the odd looks, she thought with a giggle.
After leaving the ladies room Brenda found her Master waiting in the bar. Along the perimeter wall of the bar there were small half round booths with low cocktail tables each creating its own little semi-private seating area. Master was seated in one of the booths and had ordered drinks, a margarita for her, a Jameson for himself. They sat there sipping their drinks and talking about the show.
When they were nearly done with their drinks, the cocktail waitress came by and Master ordered another round. The waitress wore an interpretation of a Roman toga. The white flowing material didn't cover much. One shoulder was bare and it had a very low neckline accenting the young woman's ample tits. The hemline was very short which showed off her long, well shaped legs.
When she served drinks the waitress leaned over the low table. Brenda admired those lovely tits exposed even more. It occurred to Brenda that the white dress that Master bought her was even more revealing than the toga worn by the waitress.
Brenda was thinking about the smooth skin on the waitress's tits when she heard her say, "I like your dress. It looks great on you."
Brenda looked up into the waitress's smiling face and realized she had been caught staring. She felt herself blush.
"Oh, thank you," Brenda said a little too quickly.
Brenda watched the waitress turn and walk away. She admired her long legs and the movement of her ass under the loose toga. Several carnal thoughts passed through her mind before her Master interrupted her train of thought.
"She's very pretty isn't she?"
"Ah...yes sir."
Brenda hoped he would not ask what she was thinking. He smiled at her but said nothing more about the waitress.
After the second round of drinks Master told Brenda he was ready to play some craps. He stood up and offered Brenda his hand. When Brenda stood up she felt a little light headed. She thought about her skirt but didn't even consider asking to pull it down.
They walked to the crap tables. Master chose a $25 table. He dropped some cash on the table saying, "Chips please".
The dealer took the cash and replaced it with a stack of chips. Master asked Brenda to pick them up.
As Brenda leaned over the table she felt the material on the back of her dress stretch tightly across her ass. She looked at her Master's eyes while handing him the chips.
"Are you ready for some fun, slave?"
Realizing what he was doing she smiled and said, "Oh yes Master."
As loud as it was around the table she wasn't sure if anyone could overhear but she didn't care.
He put two chips on the pass line and dropped more on the table and said loudly, "6 and 8."
The dealer picked up the chips. Placing them on the numbers he replied, "You gotta bet."
They began what would become their routine for the next hour and a half. Master would place the bets. When the bet paid, Brenda would lean over the table to pick up his winnings. When the stick man slid five dice in front of them the first time, Master smiled and gestured toward the dice with his hand.
"Roll the dice, slave."
Brenda hesitated. "But I've never done it before, Master.".
"Just pick up two of the dice, throw them all the way to the other end of the table and make them come up either a 7 or 11."
Brenda picked up two of the dice. Everyone was watching her as she rolled the dice between her hands. Brenda jumped slightly as she tossed the dice knowing it would shake her tits. Then she leaned over the table rail to see the dice come to a stop.
When the dice came to rest the dealer called out, "SEVEN, WINNER!"
The table erupted in cheers, Brenda jumped up and down and then threw her arms around Master's neck giving him a kiss. As Master hugged Brenda's waist he pulled on the back of her dress slightly. Brenda could felt the little tug on the back of the dress.
Brenda knew her dress riding up. She was sure the tops of her stockings and probably her bottom of her sheer panties were showing. The excitement of the gambling, the flashing and knowing how much she was pleasing her Master was a terrific rush.
They continued gambling. Master placed the bets, Brenda rolled the dice and picking up the winnings. Brenda noticed the dealers looking down her dress as she leaned over the table. That only encouraged her to lean over a little more.
Brenda was a little fuzzy about the rules. Sometimes she didn't understand why they lost or won a hand, but she just kept following her Master's directions and had a great time. Win or lose, everyone at the table seemed to like the way she rolled the dice.
Finally Master waved his hand over table and told the dealer, "We're out."
The Dealer replied, "You're out sir."
Master put all his chips on the table. Brenda watched as the dealer counted them up and then pushed an equal value of chips in larger denominations across the table.
"Pick up our winnings slave," he said looking at Brenda.
Brenda realized this was her last chance, she leaned over the table and looked up at the dealer.
"Thanks. I had so much fun."
The dealer was looking at Brenda's tits when he said, "So did I ma'am."
Brenda picked up the chips, turned and handed them to her smiling Master.
Taking the chips from Brenda he tossed a $50 on the table and said, "Thanks guys." He put his arm around Brenda's waist and guided her to the cashier's window.
