Las Vegas Visit
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(Remember, it was written about a trip to Las Vegas in 2007.)
My name is Robin, and I am a Master, bondage rigger/photographer, and a teacher. I'm 66 years young <lol>
It was Friday afternoon, and the heavy rain was tapering off to a light drizzle. I drove to the San Jose airport, and parked in the short-term lot, as it was supposed to be a "quick turn around trip". After the excruciating pains of airport security, I boarded a South West flight to Las Vegas. The flight was quite bumpy during the first half of the flight, but went smoothly once we cleared a fast moving, south-bound storm front.
Arriving in Las Vegas, I met Quentin at the baggage claim area and we had an enjoyable dinner talking about various "good old days" and events. When I asked what, if anything, he was doing these days, he responded he had done very little. I mentioned that there was a munch at a local pub, to which he asked, "What is a munch?" I described how various people all get together at a public place to talk about BDSM, and how they often had a show-and-tell during which they might demonstrate their newest toy (animate or inanimate) creation or purchase. The types of questions he was asking indicated that it was time for me to "broaden his knowledge base". A quick connection to the Internet using my laptop got all the information I needed, including a Google map.
Whenever I travel, I carry a small toy bag because you never know when a vestal virgin will volunteer to be bound and tortured by the likes of me. On this trip, I had several lengths of tubular webbing and a couple of bandannas to be used as blindfolds and/or gags, and my "traveling flogger" that has a plastic handle and is made of rubber. All of these items were chosen to go through airport security with a minimum of problems. I had chosen a few pieces of webbing and a pair of nylon cuffs attached to suction cups to be my show-and-tell items.
Arriving at the venue, I introduced myself to the hostess, Vixen, who did a marvelous job of making Quentin and I feel comfortable and welcome.
Later, I went around the room showing how tubular webbing, "those funny red ribbons", could be used to tie a person with a minimum of work, but with a maximum of security. Quite a few of the people had not seen webbing, so they were quite curious about its properties. Being "The Good Teacher", I demonstrated how easily it could be tied and untied, and actually binding various body parts to prove my points. Several people made the mistake of betting they could get out of their bondage, and each in turn lost their bets.
I brought out the pair of nylon cuffs attached to suction cups and again showing how they work. I explained how they were designed to be used in the shower to hold a person helpless while their partner washed them, or whatever. Once again, several people made bets that they could escape from the cuffs. I placed the cuffs around their wrists and attached the suction cups to the glass surfaces of nearby poker machines. One of the young ladies at the munch asked if the suction cups could be connected to each other, and if they would be strong enough to hold a person in bondage. I indicated that they would truly hold a person in bondage, and she said she could pull the suction cups apart.
I bet my buying her a dinner to her giving me a massage that she could not escape. Several people gathered around to watch, and judge, the properties of the cuffs, and after several minutes, we agreed when and where I would get my massage. We would meet at a restaurant in one of the nearby casinos where we would have coffee and dessert and travel to her home.
I took Quentin to his home, borrowed the car and traveled to the appointed casino, where I met with my "volunteer" for the evening. We talked more about my upcoming massage, and when she felt safe, I followed her to her home. She called a friend to say that she was going to be doing a session in her home, and that she would check back in about an hour.
She laid a work-out pad on the floor, covered it with a sheet, and sat on the floor. I asked if this was the manner in which a slave gave a Master a massage. She said she didn't know the proper protocol for giving a Master a massage. I had her remove all clothing and jewelry except her panties and bra, reached in my toy bag and placed a collar around her neck. I taught her how to help me get undressed, and how I enjoy being massaged.
During the massage, we talked further about session possibilities.
When she finished the massage, we walked to the bathroom and she washed the massage oil from my body. I placed the cuffs around her wrists and attached them to the shower walls; her arms spread wide, and I washed her body.
After an erotic towel drying, she made another call to her friend and reported that she was still safe.
We returned to her bedroom and she laid on the bed. I restrained her wrists and ankles using the webbing that I had brought with me. I used my travel flogger on her back and on the back of her thighs. A vibrator appeared from her nightstand. A few hours later, I indicated that I needed to get a little sleep before return to the Bay Area.
I received an email from her this morning, asking when I would be returning to Las Vegas. I told her that I would be returning in about ninety days to visit the upcoming Consumer Electronic Show and Adult Video Network awards shows in January, but that I probably would not return before then.
She said that she had some time off from work around Thanksgiving, and asked if she could visit me. When I said that a visit from her would be fun, she responded, "What happen ed in Las Vegas, doesn't have to stay in Las Vegas".
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