Bad Wife, Good Sub

"Seriously?" I asked. "You had a stranger take that picture."

"That picture and a few more," she admitted. "I only posted the one because that is what Mistress Jacqui ordered. When he got back in position and aimed the camera I took and quick look around and then I flashed him. I could see the astonishment on his face and he started snapping picture after picture. I kind of expected his girlfriend to walk up and hit him, but she just stood there. It seemed like I was exposed for an eternity, but it was probably only 20 seconds. I pulled my jacket shut and looked around again. I knew some people had seen what I just did, but I was so turned on I didn't really care. I was fully prepared to go back to their hotel room if they asked. But they didn't. But he wasn't quite done yet either. He handed my camera to his girlfriend and walked toward me. By now there was a small crowd watching for what the "crazy woman" would do next. I took a step toward him but he reached out and put both hands on my shoulders. He spun me around and then put his foot between my legs. He didn't say anything but I felt him move his foot back and forth when I interpreted to mean to spread my legs. I moved them out about 18 inches. Then I felt him pushing on my back. "Down," was all he said.

Since I had just spread my legs I assumed he meant to bend over not to get onto the ground. As I started to bow I felt him flip my skirt up exposing my ass. As I wasn't wearing panties my pussy was soon visible to the camera lens as well. He backed off and I assume went back to get the camera from his girlfriend. I saw the flash as he took another series of pictures. My pussy was drooling at being exposed in front of this crowd. I would have gladly gone back to their hotel at that moment. He obviously had a kinky streak in him and since his woman wasn't stopping him she must have had one too. Then I heard a deep masculine voice say, "wait."

I held my position as man approached me. Looking up I could he was rugged. He didn't speak to me. He just stood by my side facing the camera. I felt him spread my cheeks and then easily slid two fingers into my steaming pussy. "Bitch is soaking", he announced to nobody in particular. I moaned. I gave me a few good pumps with his fingers while the camera clicked. Besides my camera I could tell other were immortalizing me on their cell phones. "Want to come back to my hotel," the guy hissed as he continued to finger fuck me. Of course I said yes. Even if Mistress Jacqui had not commanded me to acquiesce I could no more resist him than stop breathing. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and pressed them against my asshole. "I'm here with a friend. We're both going to do you, OK?" I could tell he was implying my pussy wouldn't be the only thing penetrated and that he probably meant they wanted to DP me, but that was fine. "Let's go," I told him. And just like that I was headed to the Golden Nugget with two hunks. Of course they took other pictures of me that night. You can imagine what they look like."

I stood there a bit dumbstruck. I knew Toni was a sexual woman, but to go back to the hotel room of two strangers seemed very reckless. Yet she was telling me the story as if it was the most natural thing in the world. One thing for sure my pussy had soaked the front of my panties and I was sure there would be a wet spot on my shorts. Toni was the first to look down having posted a similar picture of herself. I shouldn't have been surprised when she snapped a camera shot of my tight shorts showing my excitement. "I'll email it to you and you can post it. We can be fetish sisters." I was less worried about the wet spot than by what Mistress Jacqui would require of me if she wanted to do that task again.

Back home I logged into all the websites I had been frequenting hoping to get a message from Mistress Jacqui. Late in the afternoon I saw her log in, but she didn't contact me. At least not right away. I felt like a high school girl waiting for the phone to ring as I sat by the computer hoping to get a message or better yet a voice call. But nothing happened. It was maddening. I started doing some things around the house, but I always found myself back at the PC about every 10 minutes checking on her. She must have been talking with somebody else. Maybe it was one of her boy toys. I could use one of them myself right now. I'd originally started chatting on line as a release to keep me from cheating on my husband. But now I was so horny I would have fucked the UPS guy if he appeared on my doorstep. Finally at 9pm a message appeared. It wasn't a voice call, but it was a start. As I'd come to expect, she was direct and to the point.

"Good evening slut. Do you have your dildo?"

After reading it I ran to the bedroom and grabbed it. Then I replied, "Yes I do."

"Good," she replied. "I can't play with you tonight. But I want you to find something to tie your arms behind your back. Make it so it's easy for you to release yourself since it is your first time. I want you to sleep naked with your arms behind your back. Sleep on your stomach. Put the dildo in your mouth and fall asleep sucking it. I will call you tomorrow at 9am. Still be naked and have the dildo."

I was reading the instructions and thinking of how to safely secure my arms. Then she added, "One last thing. No orgasms tonight. You may rub that pretty little pussy if you want on a pillow or the corner of your bed, but no climax. Talk to you tomorrow." And with that she was gone and I was scrambling for some rope.

I ended up using two of my husband's neckties to secure my wrists. I was able to tie two slipknots holding them together and then pull them semi-tight. I knew I could get free easily if I needed too, but the sensation of being trapped was wonderful. I didn't rub my pussy against anything and I followed her instructions to sleep naked and with the dildo in my mouth. Since I didn't have the use of my arms I had to sleep above my covers. This made me feel very exposed, but also very excited. I fell asleep remarkably quickly and sleep surprisingly well. Of course I had wild, sexy dreams of Jacqui and what she would be doing to me if I were tied more securely and unable to resist her. When I woke the dildo was next to my head. Obviously I spit it out during the night. I hoped that wouldn't be a problem. I enjoyed completing her little task for me. I hoped she had something more for me today. Then I remembered she was going to call me at 9am. I didn't bother getting dressed. I just headed to the computer to check my messages and to wait for her. It was 8am when I sat down so I busied myself (OK, I read stories and masturbated) until I saw her log onto Yahoo.

Our chat was brief and to the point. She had me describe how my evening went. Although I had been playing with myself for the better part of an hour I had not cum yet. Was I subconsciously waiting to talk to her before I climaxed? I'd been wet while reading and strumming my clit, but I wasn't really excited. Now that I heard her voice, I felt the familiar pangs of arousal that leads to my climaxes. Could her voice be my new trigger?

I told her my story, confessed that I had spit out the dildo (she said she could prevent that but didn't give me any details) and confessed that I had been reading erotica and masturbating while waiting for her to call. She responded by turning on her webcam again. Of course I clicked the view button. She wasn't naked this time. This time she was wearing panties. Her breasts were as amazing and delectable looking as I remembered. Her panties were a young girl looking polka-dot pattern. I started to wonder her age. Since I had not seen her face I assumed she was at least in her 30s if not older than me. But someone my age would never wear panties like that. She zoomed in her webcam and focused on her panties. There was a big wet spot over her pussy. Then she moved what I would later learn in a Hitachi Wand over the wet spot.

"Do you like my panties," she cooed. I assumed she meant did I like seeing her arousal. "Yes, I do," I responded unsure of exactly what she was asking.

"I had a boy toy over last night," she told me. He put three loads in my pussy before I sent him home. I was wearing these panties. I had him just pull the elastic over and stick me with his cock. His cum dripped out of my pussy and into the panties. This morning I've cum three times already into them. What do you think about that?"

My head was spinning at the thought of her being fucked so well. I could hear the Hitachi buzzing away on her pussy, no doubt still sticky with his cum and leaking her juices into the crotch of the panty. I could hear the sound of moisture on the head of the Hitachi. It was making my head swim. I didn't answer her question. I imagine she thought I was jealous and I probably was a bit. Then she asked if I wanted to watch her cum again. Of course I answered yes. Then my phone rang. I had to excuse myself and mute the computer. It was my fucking real estate agent. I had not heard from her in a week and she calls now?

"Of course you can show the house in an hour I told her. Be gone until noon. No problem, I'll go to the gym. Yes the house is tidy. I just have to make the bed." Great, I thought. Thanks for interrupting me.

I quickly unmuted the PC sound but I'd missed it. Jacqui had turned off the Hitachi, but just starting to breath normal and the webcam showed a larger wet patch on her panties. I'd missed her climax. Damn. Jacqui was giggling that she should wear her panties to work and how the guys in the office would go crazy if she didn't shower because she "reeked of sex." I could almost smell her. I certainly dreamed of smelling her. She asked if I would like another task for tonight. I thought about it for about 5 seconds and said yes. She said she would think of something and let me know. I told her I had to run and hung up.

I quickly got dressed and tidied up the house. It didn't take long as I was only wearing my workout clothes. Then I headed to the gym. Toni was not there so I was left to ride the bike solo. That left my mind free to wander and think about Jacqui and her polka-dot cum filled panties. I wondered what kind of task Jacqui would have for me. I knew I'd probably have to turn on my webcam soon. Certainly she wouldn't put up with my bullshit much longer. I decided showing my boobs and panties like she had would be acceptable. Certainly I couldn't be identified without showing my face. Yes, I would do that much for her. But no more.

The exercise bicycle did its job. I built up a sweat, got a workout and teased the hell out of my pussy. It was time to go home and take care of myself. It was just after noon so I called my realtor's cell and she said the showing agent had finished. She said she expected to get a report later today how the showing went. I thanked her and hung up. That was great news. I wasn't too worried about the showing. It would be nice if it went well and we got an offer, but right then all I cared about was getting inside, ripping my workout clothes off, grabbing my vibrator and fucking myself until I came over and over. Then I could shower and worry about what Jacqui had planned for me tonight.

I parked in the garage and shut the overhead door. I was stripping out of my clothes even before I was in the house. I was naked by the time I reach my bedroom. I flopped onto the bed and reached over to the nightstand to grab my vibrator. When I slid the drawer open I stopped dead. My vibrator was there, but it wasn't hiding under a magazine like I normally left it when the house was going to be shown. The magazine was gone. As bad as that thought was, it turns out it wasn't a stranger who moved it. Well it was a stranger in that I had never met her. My vibrator was nestled into a polka-dot pair of panties. And unless I missed my guess, they hadn't been washed since the last time I saw them.

Alas they were cool to the touch having been there probably at least 45 minutes to an hour. But they definitely were still damp. There was also an envelope under the panties. It was labeled "open later" in a very fine penmanship. My pussy was still on fire but I had to see if Jacqui sent me any messages before I relieved myself. As luck (or her plan) would have it, she was online when I logged in. She didn't voice call me. She just typed the following message.

"You have a nice house. I would have liked to use your vibe but I couldn't be away from the agent that long. Boy toy saw your wedding picture on the wall. Thinks you are cute. Wants to fuck you. I might let him if he is good. For now, take my gift for you. Get on your bed on your hands and knees again. Use your vibe. Fuck yourself if you want. But press my panties against your nose. Before you cum lick them clean. Boy toy wants you to know what he tastes like. Don't open the envelope. I'll talk to you after 5 about that."

Then she logged off without allowing me to ask any questions. That was OK, though. I didn't have any questions. What I did have was a command to fuck myself again. And fuck myself I did. To three quick orgasms. Her scent was heavenly and his taste was, well nasty as I had always found men's cum, but because she had commanded it, I did it. I did it and it turned me on to be following her instructions. Then I passed out.

It was 4pm when I woke up. For a moment I wondered why I had a pair of panties over my head. Then I remembered. A warm feeling spread over my body. Realizing I still needed a shower I hurriedly took one and washed the morning and afternoon of sex off my body. I had a feeling I'd need another shower later. I wanted to be sure to be online by 4:30 in case she was early. I was curious about the envelope. It was large and soft. I deduced that it contained some clothes. It must be something she wanted me to wear. She probably correctly deduced that I would turn on my webcam if she commanded it and this was probably some costume she wanted me to wear to get her off. As long as I got off too that was OK with me. I didn't bother getting dressed yet. I sat at the keyboard naked waiting for her. She didn't log on at 5. After 15 minutes of waiting I started chatting with someone else. By 6 that conversation was over. He seemed nice but just didn't do it for me. He had not even made my pussy wet. Over the next 2 hours I chatted with three other guys and one other woman. The woman was better. The guys were pretty worthless. But I wanted my Mistress Jacqui. I wanted her to tell me what to do to get myself off. Finally at 8:45 she logged on. I was furious that she was so late. But I said nothing.

Again we just chatted instead of doing a voice call. She said she wanted to see me wear the clothes in the envelope. I told her I waited and didn't open it. She said no problem. She told me to turn on my webcam so she could watch me get dressed. I told her no to the webcam. I know I said earlier that I figured I would give in and turn it on, but that was before she pissed me off by making me wait. She told me to get the envelope and that she would send me instructions in email. Then she logged off.

What the fuck? Her games were confusing to me. She wants to see me, she doesn't want to see me. I figured I'd better see what she left me in the envelope. I went and retrieved it and then brought it back to my den. There was no email from her. I opened the envelope. There were two items. A sheer, almost translucent white silk blouse and a black skirt. It was a very light weight material. Holding it up I could see it came to about three inches above my knee. It was not an obscene length. I was almost surprised how much it would cover. I was still holding the skirt when an email from her arrived. As usual it was bold and direct.

"Put on the blouse and skirt. Wear nothing else. No bra, no panties and no stockings or pantyhose. Pick out a black pump with at least a 3-inch heel. If you don't have the right shoes, go buy a pair."

Well I did have a few pairs that fit that description. On thing about being an arm candy wife you always wear heels that you can always wear black. But what were her plans? She had already been in my house. Was she going to come back tonight? Or was I going to go out like Toni had and expose myself. Since I had been given a blouse I didn't think that was the case because Toni just had skirt and a jacket. I decided not to worry about it. I just got dressed and waited. Waiting was getting to be a habit. A habit that I didn't like. But what else could I do. My pussy was telling me to play her game and my pussy always won. Looking at myself in the mirror my nipples were clearly on display. They were hard, of course, and I doubted they would be softening any time soon. The silk hugged the swell of my breasts like it had been tailored and the skirt framed my ass very nicely. Although I was showing very little skin (she had not specified how many buttons should be open on the blouse) the overall look was highly sexual. It was obvious I was not wearing a bra. Looking at the smooth line of the skirt across my ass it was just as obvious I was either wearing a g-string or no underwear at all. I looked good, I admit. I'd dress in similar clothes for my husband, but always with lingerie underneath. I'd always felt sexy while wearing something lacy and seductive under my clothes. But my leaking pussy told me going bare was even better. And the fact that I was doing it for a stranger was even more thrilling.

Jacqui commanded me to go down to Freemont Street. I was to park at the Plaza and walk two circuits of the Freemont Street Experience. When the light show played I was to act like a tourist and stop and watch. I was to keep my head tilted up at the screen. She also told me to keep my phone with me as she would send me further instructions. I grabbed my purse and jumped in my car.

For those who don't know about the Freemont Street Experience, a while ago Las Vegas converted Freemont Street (the original downtown gaming area) into a pedestrian mall and installed a four block long canopy with an amazing light show. People pour out of the casinos to watch the shows. There are also people just wandering around carrying their drinks and enjoying the town, concerts and of course, some of the seedy underbelly Las Vegas is known for. It's a place you can be with a huge crowd, but also anonymous at the same time. There is also an overpriced strip club. I wondered if my additional instructions would take me there.

I parked at the Plaza as I had been instructed. I took a quick spin through the casino to get my ticket validated. I felt like everyone was watching me as I walked through the joint. By breasts were swaying under the blouse making my nipples rub against the smooth material. I could feel the heat between my legs. My thighs were slick with moisture. I wanted to run into the bathroom and get myself off, but I resisted my urges and walked out the front door. From there it was a simple crossing of the street to my own personal Freemont Street Experience.

The more I walked, the more excited I got. One of the best things to do in Vegas is people watch. And in downtown you'll see more colorful characters. I kept a sharp eye out for Mistress Jacqui. I knew she would be there somewhere watching me. Then the lights went out on the marquees of the casinos. The show was starting. As instructed I froze in position and looked up. A mob of people quickly formed around me. I was watching the show but my body was tense. Would she sneak up to me? If she did would she touch me? My mind started fantasizing about a stranger pulling me out of the crowd and into an alley. My hands slowly slid from my side to the front of the skirt and I gave myself a quick rub as the show ended. The mob began to disperse. I spun in a 360 looking for any signs of her, but saw nobody. I still had not seen her face, but I'm sure I would recognize her breasts.