Here in America, there is a three-day weekend celebration called Labor Day Weekend (LDW). Its what traditionally signals the end of summer and getting back to a normal life for most people. School begins, the family vacations end and people begin to settle back into their mundane life back at home. In Las Vegas, it is a huge celebration with a lot of big stars in town for concerts and pool party events and all the hotels are filled with tourists and party people.
Master-Sir always likes to go out with a bang as well. The house gets busy with friends coming over, grilling steaks, drinking beer by the pool and other things to just enjoy the last hot weekend before the weather starts to cool off with like-minded people we enjoy having in our lives.
Master-Sir’s job allows Him to have those three days off. Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. For me, it’s mandatory that I am in the resort at least half days during the big weekend. Thankfully my Boss, knowing why i need to, always allows me to leave at noon.
Thursday was my normal domestic service day. When I was finishing up and getting dressed, Master-Sir sent me a text telling me I was supposed to get home, make sure the guest bedroom is clean and tidy. Then get properly dressed to impress. I was to go to the airport to pick up The Pretty Brunette along with Her sister, The Pretty Blonde. Her Sister? coming here for the weekend? He added that the sister will have no limits or restrictions. I am to obey and serve Her as I would The Pretty Brunette. PS, I may need to introduce myself to her and let her know what to expect. Hmm, ok, that kind of got me worried. But I know not to ask Sir about such things. The Pretty Brunette will be there to help me if I need her.
As it turns out, the younger pretty sister knew her elder sister was dating or having some relationship with a married man in Las Vegas and the wife was cool with it and that there may be a kink angle to it all. She wasn’t really sure what to think when The Pretty Brunette called to me at baggage claim, gave me a kiss then introduced me to her sister using my proper title “Bitch slave”. Yes, the stare that killed a thousand ships just hit me!
The sister. The little sister. (Miss Kelly or The Pretty Blonde). And she was a very pretty Blonde with very nice long legs. Just like Her sister, a fashion icon in the bright Vegas sun. Perfectly dressed in a knee-length satin dress that showed off her legs, a skinny, tight waist and a nice bra that was filled with soft, full D Cup breasts with cleavage to prove it. A smile that radiated her confidence in a man’s world and an attitude that she can be whatever she wants to be and not to Fuck with her.
Perfect, A feminist with beauty and brains. This should be a great introduction to a very long weekend!
The Pretty Brunnet made the introductions. “Kelly, this is Bitch Slave. Bitch Slave, this is Miss Kelly, my sister” She turned to her sister to tell her “she belongs to my boyfriend I’ve been telling you all about.” – That’s when Miss Kelly gave me the once over and questioned “Belongs to?? Who belongs to anyone? Like he owns her or something? A pimp? In Vegas?”
The Pretty Brunette gave me the ok. “Yes, Miss Kelly, I am His slave. I belong to Him like His car and His house. Its how we live. He is my husband by law and I am His wife. But in our relationship, I like being His slave. Like (The Pretty Brunette) her, I enjoy being His slave and serving His friends as He wants me to. It will make more sense as you will see. You know. What Happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?” The Pretty Brunnett started to hand me her overnight bag as well as Her sister’s bag as we headed out to the parking garage.
On the way home, the Pretty Brunette explained the way it is. That we are bondage freaks. Master/slave, kinky lovers and not to worry, it will really make sense later. “Bitch slave is the only woman I ever had to lick me to an amazing orgasm after I fucked her Master. It was so F’ing awesome and it gets SOoo addictive.” I thanked her for the compliment. She assured her a fluffy chick like me will also be a great asset when they go clothes shopping tomorrow. “The bitch has a degree in fashion merchandise and used to have corner office overlooking Miracle Mile in Chicago” was her final comment about me.
She still had that look of disapproval as we entered the house and I stayed back to get undressed. The Pretty Brunette made sure her sister was ok with the “fluffy chick” being naked. Promising she would get used to it and not bother her. But if it did, i could wear something to cover up if told to. Miss Kelly was ok with me being naked and so far had few complaints about me being the slave of the house, commenting that it was like living in a bad-good porno! She had a lot of questions she asked her sister. But otherwise just gave me the look of death each time our eyes met.
At one point, as I was unpacking her bag and telling her what all was in her room and where the bathroom was, she asked about “this”. Am I really happy being who I seem to be? Yes. What about my husband fucking her sister? I told her it was a kink of mine. Repeating that my Master is the man who owns the house as well as me. I am, for a better word, a cuckquean. A woman who loves to watch her man have hot sex with a much prettier woman, like her sister. A better woman. It’s a fetish. Easier to understand maybe than Master/slave.
I put away the Pretty Blonde’s things and showed her where everything is. Asking her preference to coffee or morning rituals I need to know. Then we headed upstairs to the Master-Sirs room. Miss Kelly started to relax and enjoy the way the house worked. In the Master bedroom, The pretty Brunette showed her sister where I would sleep if I were allowed to sleep in their room or to stand in the corner, etc. “You have sex with her in the room?” was her sarcastic comment that was unanswered as they walked into my room. Making sure to show her that the locks on the outside for her or maybe the sister to lock me in when they wanted privacy.
The Pretty Brunnet said they need to go sit by the pool, under the patio and talk about what they wanted to do tomorrow. Telling me to fetch them cold drinks and to meet them outside. Then she whispered to me to be on silent. No talking unless asked a question. I understood.
The Pretty Brunette really played up the Lady of The House in orders for me to serve, stand, go away and other strict commands. Mostly she had me kneel beside her chair as they talked about shopping, buying clothes for the weekend and maybe where to go for dinner. Miss Kelly asked about me. “The slave? we can lock her in the bedroom when we leave.” She seemed to like that idea.
Once Master-Sir got home, things went into overdrive! I got Him His drink and He had me lay on the floor in front of Him. Telling me to open my legs and tell Him if I was wet having these two beautiful women teasing me? yes, I was very wet. Miss Kelly was a little offended at that thought that THEY had been teasing me. That set off a serious of questions I took more as personal attacks but I remained silent and smiling knowing what was about to follow. Master-Sir smiled at the sister as she went on her rant. She wanted to know His reasons for “the idea that claiming to own a woman like He owns a car is all right with Him and His friends?”
Master-Sir is a professional when it comes to taking down the opposition. Miss Kelly was a firm Feminist believing all women deserve to be equal. Any man who dehumanizes a woman based on her sex is a pig with capital letters. Again, MAster-Sir just smiled and gave her a minute to calm down before He replied in His own smooth, calm voice. Master-Sir agrees that all women should live their own life on equal terms of men, but not having to Be Equal. He had me on all fours, using me as His footstool while He sat back in His chair, relaxing and holding His cold drink as He began to tell her the story of how He met His prized lover and slave. Saying it was the night that changed His life for the better and forever. I love His version. So much more romantic than mine and His eyes get big and that smile just shines brighter when He begins to tell it.
It worked, she began to see His side. That this was what we each wanted and that we each found it. Few people ever do find what they yearn for deep down. It’s not sexist, its nature. Its what we each wanted, not what others thought we should want. It works for us and that’s all that counts. The Pretty Brunette even agreed. She was like her sister at first. She told her sister about her reservations meeting a married man who claimed to have a slave. But she saw the happiness and the love. She knew it was not normal, but it was and it is real.
With that, Master-Sir put two of His fingers into my pussy to show her that I was indeed wet and wanting from all this conversation about being His slave. Now Her slave if she wants to. She can just tell the slave what she wanted and I would serve her as she requested. I could feel the tension die down as Miss Kelly said she will drop it and enjoy the weekend.
Master-Sir told me to go put out the food for dinner, He planned to make it into a group project as they gathered around the kitchen counter. I was sent to stand in the corner until needed Again, Miss Kelly had all the usual questions. She was even more amazed when I was serving them what they cooked and knelt on the floor between her sister and my Owner. She told her sister she could get used to having a slave around. “Doesn’t everyone?” was the Pretty Brunnettes reply and I smiled as Master-Sir fed me more of his scraps of meat.
The after dinner plan was to take the little sister and show her the new vegas. Its been a few years since she has been here and wanted to see the changes. The pretty Brunette told me to follow her sister into the bedroom as she changed for going out. To make sure she was ok and if she needed anything. She was a bit put off at first, but she saw my smile, my happiness and started to put her guard down. Asked me about being used like that. if the smile was real or am I hiding something. I am not a doormat in the way society puts that term on women who like to be submissive to the people they care and love. I am here because I want to be here.
So I told her about where Master-Sir wanted to take her and helped her chose what to wear. Telling her my Owner likes it when a woman matches her clothing. Bra and panties same color, etc.. Smiling at her as she smiled back… She started to undress in front of me and i could see she is really beautiful like her older sister. Very long, soft blonde hair. She uses the same shampoo as Miss Evvy uses as it keeps it soft and healthy. Her body was slender, her boobs were one cup larger with hard pointing nipples and she was a true blonde with a nice soft patch of pubic hair to look at and groom if I was so ordered to. Her long legs accented by low heels, all named brand clothing. She asked about my fashion background and why I am not doing it anymore, Las Vegas is the center for fashion and shopping! She actually smiled when I told her that my Owner is in charge of my life, He decided what and where I work.
I asked if she minded if I left to use the bathroom before they left. She wasn’t sure what it was about., but said it was ok. Then I heard The Pretty Brunette called her sister upstairs. I was told to kiss everyone goodbye. I knelt down to kiss their feet. Wishing them a wonderful night as I went into my room. Master-Sir gave me a big kiss and hugged me before closing the door. I could hear the Pretty Brunete tell her the sister that the slave has no freedoms and will stay there until they come back or maybe until morning. Depending on how she feels.
The next few hours I tried to maybe get some sleep, but all I could think of is them together, enjoying Vegas, dancing, drinking and maybe getting to feel like having Hot sex with my Owner and making Him smile while fucking two beautiful sisters. Then I would be called into the bedroom to clean His cum out of two tight pussies. Wanting to hear what The Pretty Blonde would say about that. The bitch slave seeing her Owner being pleased by two very sexy women while His slave got nothing from it and had to watch it all??
It was a wonderful way to finally drift off to sleep with my fingers in my pussy and them on my mind.