NOTE FROM AUTHOR: While safe sex is not practiced here, this is just a fantasy and in real life, everyone should use a condom!!!
Martine loved Las Vegas. She loved the lights, the people, the action, but most of all she loved the adrenaline rush of what she had planned for sonja. Sonja had never been to Vegas before and even though she had seen Vegas on TV, she still could not believe that such a place existed.
After they checked into the hotel room, Martine and Sonja took a long, leisurely soak in the huge garden/Jacuzzi in their room. Sonja was also amazed at how relaxed her Mistress seemed to be. Martine had never been this nice to her and she was lapping it up.
"Come here pet," Martine cooed.
Sonja scooted over closed to her Mistress.
Martine slipped her fingers between sonja's legs. "Open wide for me, love."
Sonja smiled and opened her legs wide, while her Mistress slipped two fingers into her soft, smooth, wet pussy.
"Get on your hands and knees, pet."
Sonja scrambled to obey, turning her ass to her Mistress and her face towards the open window of their room.
Martine lathered up her fingers with the liquid bath gel on the side of tub and eased two fingers in sonya's ass, fucking them in deep. She pulled them out and looked.
"Good girl, you remembered your instructions for this morning."
"Yes Ma'am, two enemas." Sonja blushed.
Martine had to laugh. No matter what all she and Jack did to sonja, she still turned red and blushed like an innocent.
"Would you like to cum, pet?"
"Oh yes Ma'am, please?"
"Perhaps later … if you are very good, today."
"Yes, Ma'am, thank you Ma'am." Sonja sighed.
Martine stepped out of tub, walked around to sonja, and grabbing up the little patch of hair on the top of her head, pulled her face up and slapped her hard.
"That sighing had better stop now." She slapped sonja again.
Tears sprang to sonja's eyes. "I am sorry Ma'am."
"Well, we both agree on that. Now get out and put on the shorts I put out for you and the little daisy mae top." She looked down at her pet. "And no thong, either."
After dressing in her almost top and shorts and slipped on her sandals, sonya looked at herself in the mirror. I look like a scalped streetwalker, she said to herself.
Martine slipped on a nice skirt and top and her new pair of Manolo's.
"Let's go, pet," Martine said, snapping the leash onto sonja's collar.
Sonja gasped in horror. She could not believe that the Mistress would take her out on a leash in public.
"Something wrong, pet? Are you ashamed for people to know that I am your Mistress?"
"N-n-n-no Ma'am. I am sorry," sonja said quickly.
Martine just laughed. "This is Vegas. Who will notice?" And she opened the door to go out with her now-reluctant sub following.
The elevator doors opened and the duo got on the elevator with several other people.
One of the men snickered and said, "Nice pet, lady."
Martine smiled at him. "What do you say to the nice gentleman, dear?"
Sonja whimpered out a quiet, "thank you sir."
"I don't think he heard you."
Sonja said much louder, "THANK YOU SIR."
Everyone in the elevator laughed.