Kathy's Voice:
Palais-Royal Reno
Monday December 4, 2017 Reno-Tahoe International Airport
What am I doing here?! I must be crazy! I’ve flown across the continent to a place I’ve never been, for a “blind date” with one of the richest men on earth. (If that’s really who he is?). I’ve agreed to be his slave for the duration of my visit! I’ve fantasized being a slave and being cruelly tortured. But never in real life!
How did I get myself into this? Why did I ever join that on-line community? What madness made me post my darkest dreams! Who screwed up and let Mark get my data?
As I collect my bag and walk to the valet area, I’m sweating. I’m so god-damned afraid!! What else…? Yes, I’m getting aroused.
A tall, good looking man in a black chauffeur’s uniform is standing with a sign “Kathy – Maritime.” I approach, he takes my bag and smiles, “I recognize you from your picture; it didn’t do you justice.”
“Come this way, Ms. I’m George. I’ll have you at the Palais Royal in 12 minutes.” I follow him out like a VIP. I see others watching. They are dressed as ordinary tourists, carrying their own bags. I wonder, do they think I’m a celebrity? Do they know I’m about to be a whore?
We come out the center entrance with “no parking” signs all around and a big pink stretch limo parked illegally at the curb with an airport security guard standing by. We’re going to get a ticket! What a way to start in Reno!
Instead the guard takes my bag from George, gives me a salute, and places it into the trunk. George opens the back door and offers his hand to help me in! I feel like the frigging Queen of England!
“There’s a note from Mark and a package on the seat. Relax and help yourself to the mini-bar if you wish.”
I open the envelope and grab a Jameson’s mini bottle. On elegant note stationary is a little handwritten message.
“Dear Kathy, I’m so glad you’re here. I am sure we will have a wonderful, special time together. Please change into the clothes in the bag. George can’t see, all the windows are private. Wear
nothing else. Love, MR RG”
Wow! It’s happening. What am I doing here!!?? I drink the Irish in one gulp. I need more courage. I’m not a brave girl! I’m shy! I am so afraid!
I open the bag and I sweat some more. This is real!
Black 5-inch CFM heels! I wear flats! I don’t think I’ve ever worn 3-inch!
Tiny sheer white bikini panties. No bra!
Black stretch jeans the next size smaller than I wear. Whew!
The top, OMG! Pink, very short, very thin, (though not sheer – thank goodness), across the front, “Yes Daddy?”, across the back “I need discipline! Are you man enough?” with a bullwhip circling the words.
Mark had asked my measurements, but this seemed too small - barely more than panties!
I took off my jeans and panties and slipped on the new sheer panties. Wow, real silk, so soft and smooth. They seemed to caress my legs as I pulled them up. Once they were on, I still felt bare. My breath came tighter. Was this fear or excitement? The jeans slipped on easier than I expected because they were so stretchy. While they were small, they stretched to fit. They seemed to have a special fabric, like the panties, soft, shiny and tight. They hugged every inch of my hips and legs. None of my shape was hidden. That was not how I ever dressed in public (not in private for that matter).
I had put off the top as long as possible. I unbuttoned my simple blouse and placed it in the bag and hurriedly put on the top. There was a small mirror in the corner of the back for adjusting makeup. I turned it to see myself and I almost fainted. The top was snug, but not tight. But even then, with its thinness, you could easily make out my nipples against the fabric. All this had made them very hard and they pressed against the top. The soft, textured fabric rubbed my nipples to greater excitement. At first the lower seam barely came below my areolas. After tugging it down, only the lower curves of my breasts showed. Only! I was getting panicky. My breath was coming in pants. I could feel sweat under my arms. My pussy was tingling. OMG!
We pulled up under the Porte Cochère at the casino. Already! I look at my hair and makeup in the mirror. Somehow, I’m surprised its still the dignified, demure look I had put on earlier. I was ready to look like a tramp!
George comes and opens the door and gives me a hand out. “Go right in to the desk; they’re expecting you. I’ll have your bags sent to your room.”
Out of the privacy of the van, into the bright sunlight of Reno. Is everyone staring at me! They must be! I look like a whore!
I stumble at first; these heels are so damn high! I adjust somewhat by swinging my hips as I step, just what I need to do in the skin-tight jeans.
I come from a small town, on a sparsely populated island isolated from the rest of Canada. I dress nicely, but very conservative. I never show off my body! Here I am, a cheap slut! I’m so embarrassed. But, I’m
not cheap. These clothes may be slutty but they are expensive. I’m entering a very classy casino, delivered by their exclusive limo! I feel a little pride. My arousal builds!
As I enter the lobby, I see a well-dressed man at the side, staring at me. He has a name-tag and looks important. I see another employee defer to him. He must be the manager, watching me arrive. I see his eyes on my nipples poking at the top. I pull it down again, with little success. As I pass him and turn to the desk, I catch him smiling at my butt, wiggling in the jeans atop the CFM heels. It looks like he’s going to give me a whistle. God, even a senior Manager like him sees me flaunting my body! I am so shamed! I am also getting hotter. Now I’m very wet. Thank God, the dark jeans won’t show a stain, yet!
As I approach the desk, the clerk smiles and greets my by name (too loudly for my taste). “Kathy {} you don’t need to check in. Mark is waiting for you. Just go to that last elevator and the concierge will help you.”
Another walk of shame across part of the lobby. A liveried concierge who must be 6’ 4” greets me and swipes a key card by the elevator. The door opens and he holds it for me.
“Just press A, and you’ll be there.”
I enter the elevator and see the control panel just has four buttons, A, B, C, and D (as well as fire etc.). I press A, the door closes and it raises rapidly. Looking around I see a door on all four sides. I turn to the one labeled “A” and face my fate! In much too short a time, the elevator stops and the door opens.