Literotic asexstories – What Happens in Vegas by sfcitydom,sfcitydom
They have just finished sushi at Caesar’s. As he returns from the restroom, he walks behind her. As she sits, he notices her g-string peeking out from her jeans and feels his cock harden. He sits down and looks at her. Her eyes so clear and her mane hanging around her neck, he just takes it all in and realizes how incredibly lucky he is. She is an amazing woman and the best slut.
It has taken some time to get to this point. It was her idea to pursue the relationship. He was concerned that she had some issues that needed to be resolved. But she had assured him that she was ready and that they were in the past. She is naturally submissive and very intelligent. She has had trouble balancing being successful, assertive, and submissive. In times of conflict, she would act out and withdraw from him. But time and patience have paid off. She is so smart, beautiful, sexy, and submissive. He can’t resist that killer combination. He hopes she knows how tremendously happy he is with her.
Nothing better then a light sushi dinner and a beer to liven up one’s spirit. Nevertheless, she is pouting.
“I want some chocolate!”
“Princess, I will get you something later. Quit pouting and drink some water. I don’t need you getting dehydrated. We were in the sun all day.” She drinks her water. “Good girl. Let’s go for a walk in the Caesar’s Mall. I think there is a Victoria’s Secret. We can buy a gift for you to wear for me.”
She smiles. He touches her belly as she gets up. They are dressed casually. She is in jeans just over her hips, a nice white spaghetti strap tank top, no bra, and flat sandals. She looks hot. She always does.
He takes her hand as they begin their stroll. As usual, people look their way. He is never quite sure if it just her. This is completely reasonable. Beautiful woman stand out. Alternatively, is it that people can’t understand why she is with him?
They arrive at the store.
“You pick something out you want to see me in. I need some new bras and panties. Please . . .”
This is when it is tough for him to top her. His mind and heart go to battle. The heart says, “Spoil her.” The brain says, “Control her.” They reach a compromise. Spoil and control! His favorite.
“Yes. Bring me six matching pairs of bras and panties. G-strings and thongs. No fuckin’ granny panties.”
“Thank you. ”
“Princess, you will have to earn them later.” She smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek.
“You have shown me so much. I would do anything for you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I am sure. I trust you,” she replies.
“We will see.”
As she turns and walks away, he comments, “Hey, Princess, you need some stockings. Your last pair got ripped last night.”
As she walks off to start her search, all he sees is her head shaking, and he knows her chest and face are flush.
While he is looking for something for her to wear, he keeps an eye on her. He loves watching her in the world. Moving about. Sometimes she is unaware of the effect she has on men and even some women.
He comes up behind her, slides his hand around her waist, across her belly, and into her jeans a bit and tugs on her g-string. He pulls her close and whispers in her ear.
“Lady, I just wanted to warn you there was a guy leering at you over there and I think he is up to no good and wants to buy this for you!”
She turns and sees that he is holding up a black camisole and matching g-string.
“You can wear it to bed, and the top you could wear out in the evening.”
“Yes. It is lovely. Thank you.”
“Plus, your tits will look great in it.” He loves watching her go flush.
She shows him what she has picked out, nine pairs: tan, blue, pink, green, pale yellow, peach, red, black, and white.
“Princess, that is nine. I am only picking four.”
She looks up at him and bites her lip.
“You spoiled brat. Five pairs. No more. Do they all have matching garter belts?”
“The tan doesn’t,” she replies.
“Ok, it is out. I like the blue and pink. Green would look bad against your skin. Keep the yellow, always black, and you chose between the peach and white.”
“I will take the peach. I already have a bunch of white. Why not the red?”
“Red is whorish. You are my slut. But, you are no one’s whore! Now get the matching garters and three pairs of stockings. I will meet you at the register.”
“Thank you.”
She meets him at the register, and the clerk begins to ring the items up. He strokes the small of her back.
“What did you do to deserve all these nice things?” the clerk asks.
She is about to reply, when he steps in with, “She hasn’t yet. She will later.”
“Oh,” the clerk replies, neatly folding tissue paper around each item. “Do you folks get our catalog?” She slides the wrapped lingerie into shopping bags. “Thank you for shopping at Victoria’s Secret, and have a pleasant evening.”
“We will.” He grabs up the bags.
As they walk out, she is all giddy.
“Thank you, thank you. I am such a lucky girl.”
She kisses him on the cheek, and he pulls her close.
“You may not be thanking me later.”
“But, I still want some chocolate!” she pouts.
“Princess, are you insatiable?”
“Sometimes,” coyly comes from her mouth.
“Keep it up, and you will not get spanked.” He takes her hand and they walk across the casino.
“Do you want to play poker?” she asks.
“Not now. I am thinking you need to make payment on all that lingerie.”
“I think I should also.” She smiles.
“I need to stop and gets some water.”
They stop into the gift shop, and he buys two large bottles and one small bottle.
“Can I get some chocolate?” she asks.
“I will order something from room service for you.”
He hands her the small bottle.
“Drink it. I don’t need you getting dehydrated. You know how cranky you get when you get dehydrated.”
“Ok, ok. Sometimes you mother me too much.”
“You know I only have your best at heart.”
She finishes the water and hands him the empty bottle.
“Mmm, Princess, any ideas of where I can stick the bottle”
“Anywhere you desire,” she replies.
“Good answer!”
The elevator door opens, people exit, and they enter. As the doors begin to shut, some people come to the door. She reaches to push the “open” button, and he grabs her hand before she makes a mistake. The doors close. As the elevator begins to rise, he steps to the back of elevator and she rushes up and whispers in his ear.
“I want to take you and suck your cock. Here! Now!”
“I don’t think the ride up is long enough, you don’t have the guts, and you are not tough enough to do it!”
With that, he pushes her away.
“See.”
She rushes him again. He just grabs her by the shoulders and pushes her back.
“You’re a wimp. We both know you can’t even control the dog.”
She rushes him again, doing her best impression of a tough guy. As he pushes her back again, the elevator door opens and there is a surprised elderly couple. She turns red with embarrassment. As the couple enters, she climbs inside his space and he pulls her tight and whispers:
“See, I told you so.” He kisses her cheek.
As they exit the elevator, she starts for the room and he grabs her by the belt.
“What’s the rush Princess?”
“I need to pee. You forced all that water in me.”
“Quit the whining.” Then, “That’s a thought.”
“What’s a thought?”
“Oh, I wonder if I could increase your bladder capacity with some medical play.”
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Princess, that’s a lot of lingerie in that bag, and you said you’d do anything.”
“The receipt is in the bag. If I fail to make the payment, you can return it.”
He opens the door to the room and she rushes in.
“I need to pee.”
“Princess, did you ask?”
“May I pee? Please.”
“Yes. But, first strip for me, and don’t rush it.”
He sits down and she begins to strip. She removes her sandals and starts unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her jeans. She shimmies as her jeans drop to the floor and steps out of them.
“Slow down.”
She slowly removes her top and throws it to him. Her tits look great and her nipples are hard. She gyrates as she pulls her g-string down. There she stands, both nude and naked before him.
“Very nice, Princess. In the front pocket of my gym bag are your collar, your leash, and your bit. Retrieve them for me.”
She begins to walk over to get the items.
“Princess, on all fours please, and carry them in your mouth.”
She crawls across the floor, places the articles in her mouth, and returns to him. She struggles with the leash being caught under her hands as she crawls.
“Keep your eyes on me, Princess.”
She looks up at him and her eyes are slightly glazed. She assumes her position at his feet. She has been there before. He leans down, takes the collar, leash, and bit from her and places her head on his thigh. He puts the leash and bit aside, takes the collar, and places it around her neck as he slowly grinds his boot into her pussy. He secures the collar around her neck.
“Are you my Princess?”
“Yes.”
“Are you my slut?”
“Yes.”
With that, he clips the leash to the collar and kisses her deeply. The leash is a finely cut steel chain. He doubts anyone uses these with dogs.
“Can I pee please?”
With that, he places the bit in her mouth and secures it around her head.
“Yes, Princess. I will walk you. All fours please.”
As they begin to walk, he lets the cold steel of the leash drag across her back and ass.
“I love watching your ass. Arch back so you ass is up and knees wider please.”
She complies. As he walks beside her, he lets the leash drape down the crack of her ass. As she crawls, the chain sways and slaps her pussy and clit. With each slap of the chain, he can hear her moans muffled by the bit.
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