Enslaved In Vegas
A short BDSM story of 7512 words. When Joanna's husband lost all their money gambling in Vegas he found a solution. Joanna is to spent the evening with the Casino owner, and he would see to it that their Hotel account was cancelled. So Joanna finds herself walking through the lobby of a Vegas Hotel wearing a fur coat and little else. More
'Cheers and here is to a wonderful evening.'
Joanna smiled up at him nervously and sipped the cold wine. 'Thank you Miguel, this is lovely.'
He said down beside her, turning to face her as he settled back on the thick cushions. 'As much as I love the fur coat on you, I’m sure you would find it much more comfortable if you were to take it off.'
Joanna looked at him, unsure what to do. Deep down she knew she had to do what he said, as this was the only way they were going to be able to get themselves out of this trouble that Josh had got them into, but she suddenly felt very shy.
Miguel saw her hesitation and leant across towards her. 'Please Joanna, do as you're told, when you are told. If we are to sort things out this evening, to both of our satisfaction, you will do as I say, do you understand?'
Nodding her head, unable to speak, Joanna slowly unhooked the coats clasps and slipped it from her shoulders. She felt it slide off her arms and pool in an expensive heap behind her on the sofa.
'Now that's much better.' Miguel said as he leant back against the cushions, admiring the view.
Joanna could feel herself blushing as she felt his eyes devouring her scantily clad body.
'You look truly beautiful Joanna, I know I am going to enjoy this evening very much.' He said as he leant across and refilled her glass with champagne.
'Firstly we will have something to eat, which I have already had prepared for us, and then we will see what happens after. Come sweet lady and bring your glass with you.' He said as he rose from the sofa.
Standing, feeling the cool air-conditioning on her hot skin, Joanna pushed herself up from the chair and followed Miguel across the room towards closed double doors. He pushed down on the handle and swept them both open at once and Joanna saw they led into a dining room. The table was big enough to entertain at least ten people, but tonight there were only two settings, placed very close to each other. Miguel walked over to the table and pulled out one of the chairs and indicated for her to sit there. Joanna's high heels clicked on the polished wooden floor as she made her way to the table, very conscious of her virtually naked body.
As if reading her mind Miguel said to her as he pulled out her chair. 'I have made sure that we won't be disturbed by anyone tonight.'
Nervously Joanna looked around the room as Miguel walked across to a cabinet. As she watched him return, she noticed that he had what looked like two leather straps in his hands.
'Please place your wrists against the arms of the chair Joanna.' He told her, and when she did he buckled a strap round one of her wrists, fastening it to the wooden arm. Joanna looked up at him, alarm in her eyes, as he walked around the chair and repeated it with her second wrist.
'Don't worry sweet lady, I won't hurt you.' He said calmingly. 'But the thing is you see, I can get sex from any slut who walks into this casino, but my tastes are slightly more, errr, kinky shall we say.'
While he said this, he went and sat in the other chair and turned towards her. Picking up her glass of champagne he lifted it up to her lips, waiting while she took a sip of it.
'Good girl, I’m so glad that you agreed to this evening, it will be most enjoyable.' He said as he lifted the serviette from beside her plate and laid it out on her lap.