What Mom Knows Fucks Her in Vegas
It wasn’t until all four of us were waiting for a taxi to take us from McCarren Airport to our hotel on the Las Vegas Strip that the conversation and power struggle resumed.
Ellie complained, trying to stake her claim as the one the rest of us should strive to please, “I thought I was just going to a wedding.”
“And?” Miranda asked, not seeing Ellie’s point.
“It should be obvious: I packed for a wedding, not for a weekend with a submissive,” Ellie smiled, looking directly at my mother, whose face went flushed. Ellie added, never taking her eyes off my submissive Mother, “It’s just that if I would have known I would have brought my toys.”
“Like what?” Miranda asked.
“Ben Wa balls, Alexis used to love those things in her cunt; handcuffs and butt plugs for discipline, Alexis is in desperate need to be put back in her proper place having strayed for so long; and strap-ons for some good old-fashioned fucking,” Ellie listed.
Miranda offered, “Well they say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas and I’m sure you can find all those and more; but first, how do you propose to seduce Brittany?”
I smiled at how a submissive adorable sexpot like Miranda who obeys my every wish, could be so controlling of an experienced Domme like Ellie. Miranda had made it clear that Ellie couldn’t have my mother as her submissive until she completed the task Miranda wanted done…to seduce her ex-boyfriend’s fiancée the day before her wedding.
Ellie smiled, breaking eye contact with my mom and looking at Miranda, a silent look that spoke volumes, and then said only, “That will have to wait till tomorrow.”
The taxi arrived before anything else could be discussed, or promised, or perhaps threatened, and we each sat quietly on the short ride to the heart of sin city, rather appropriate considering how much we were all planning to sin.
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Once we were inside the hotel, a glorious example of over-the-top decadence, Miranda whispered to my Mom, “Back to the scene of the crime, Alexis.”
Mom’s face seemed to be constantly flushed as her cheeks again went rose red. But unlike how she was with Ellie she wasn’t the least bit intimidated by her pet Miranda. She smiled fondly, “I remember it like it was yesterday.”
“Remember what?” Ellie asked, joining the conversation.
Mom stammered, “N-n-nothing,” intimidated.
Miranda answered, a challenging smile across her face, “This is the hotel where Alexis and I first played together.”
“Really, is that so?” Ellie asked, curious yet giving my Mom a look of disapproval, as if she’d been unfaithful, which in a sense she had been… for almost twenty years.
Miranda, always one for shock value, added, “Yes, a couple bottles of wine, a porn movie on the TV and the two wine bottles suddenly found other uses, didn’t they Alexis?”
My naughty mind automatically imagined my Mom and my girlfriend fucking each other with wine bottles.
Mom again blushed. “You make it sound so dirty.”
Miranda said, “Well, you did fuck me with a wine bottle and then rode my face to orgasm if I recall correctly. You really took charge of me!”
I gasped.
Mom gasped too. “Miranda, not here!” gazing around at all the people within earshot.
Ellie added fuel, “Wine bottle, hey Miranda? Good to know.”
Miranda shrugged, turned to me and said, “That was the night your mother became my Mistress.”
Ellie shook her head. “I can’t fucking believe you didn’t come to me, Alexis.”
Mom apologized, “It wasn’t planned, Mistr….” She suddenly froze when she realized what she’d almost said.
“Go ahead, Alexis, say the words your body and mind are dying to say,” Ellie ordered, moving closer to her.
I grabbed Mom’s hand and pulled her away toward the front entrance.
Ellie called out, “It’s only a matter of time Alexis, you know you’re mine.”
Mom was trembling when we got outside. “I won’t last the weekend, Curtis. Now that she knows I’m playing with girls again she’ll be relentless.”
“Do you want to submit to her, Mom?” I asked, trying to be caring under the bizarre circumstances.
“Yes! No! I don’t know,” she answered, frustrated.
“Tell me about Cancun,” I instructed.
“It was a crazy night,” Mom said, shaking her head even as her eyes lit up at the memory.
“That good?” I questioned.
“Depends how you look at it,” Mom shrugged.
“Tell me,” I ordered.
“Let’s go for a walk,” Mom said, grabbing my hand as if we were a May-December couple, which in Vegas wasn’t that out of the ordinary. In truth, we had a complex relationship. When I asserted myself I could order her to do anything I wished: could humiliate her, call her filthy names, give her facials, you name it and she loved it; but when she chose she could switch at the drop of a hat and be my loving, nurturing, assertive Mother again. So even as she was leading me down the Strip, she also began obediently narrating one of the most extreme and embarrassing nights of her life from her college days when she had been Ellie’s willing sex slave.
The first night in Cancun I met a guy at the bar and ended up back at his hotel where we had sex. It was my first time with a guy since I’d submitted to Ellie and when I returned to the hotel the next morning she was furious. She ranted: “This trip was about you and me Alexis, not about you being a fucking skank.”
I apologized profusely, feeling overwhelming guilt as if I had cheated on her, which I had. Any sexual activity whatsoever, even including a quiet masturbation session alone was considered cheating if I didn’t have my Mistress’ specific permission. But a few drinks with a hot hunky guy and his promise to me, “Once we’re alone I’ll do anything you say, Mistress… anything!” had gone completely to my head. He’d kept his promise and the night had been empowering and fabulous! But now it was time to pay. In a way I didn’t even mind: I loved being degraded and punished by my impetuous Mistress. The look of fury on her face only enhanced my delicious guilt and made me willing to do anything I could to make her happy.
I remember her saying, “You need to be punished don’t you, my pet.”
I eagerly agreed, happy just to see her anger fade and inwardly looking forward to my humiliation.
“You will obey me without question or hesitation this evening?” she asked, although the question was rhetorical. She wasn’t asking, she was telling.
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