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Saturday Morning "Good Morning slave." Her Master's voice woke Brenda from a deep slumber. It took her a minute to remember where she was. It started coming back to her, naked in a king size bed with her Master, Las Vegas, Caesar's Palace, dinner, show, playing craps. Her eyes popped open when she thought of how she had exposed herself in the casino and the hallway. When she thought of how her Master fucked her on the balcony she relaxed, and stretched. "Mmm... Good Morning Master," she cooed. "I've ordered breakfast slave, it should be here soon. I'm playing golf this morning so I have to take a shower. I've made an appointment for you at the spa. We'll go to the pool this afternoon when I get back. Time to get moving." Smack! He gave her a light spank on the ass as he got up and went into the bathroom. Brenda lay there listening to the shower running. She didn't want to be left alone while Master played golf! She scolded herself for thinking that. She was a slave. Slaves do what they?re told. She wondered if this sort of thing would happen often if she were a 24/7 slave. She ran over the whole confusing issue of a 24/7 slave lifestyle compared to her occasional stints as a slave. So far this was the longest consecutive period of time she had submitted to being a slave. Brenda was not complaining, even though it had only been 24 hours. She started to think about masturbating naked in the hall and getting caught by the young couple. She thought it should embarrass her but she was getting excited just thinking about it. She forced it from her mind. It occurred her spa at Caesar's Palace should be pretty nice. She started looking forward to the day. Then she heard the knock on the door followed by, "Room Service." Brenda got up and looked around. Seeing her Master's dress shirt draped over the chair she walked over and put it on. She started to button the front and then stopped. She walked to the door, holding the front of the shirt closed with one hand, just below her tits. She opened the door and saw a cute young man in uniform holding a roll cart. "Good Morning ma'am." "Good Morning, come in." Brenda turned and walked back into the room. "Would you set it up by the balcony door please." The young man pushed the cart into the room. After folding out the table leaves, he set up two chairs and removed the covers from the food. He turned and held out the bill and a pen to Brenda. Letting go of the front of the shirt, Brenda took the bill in one hand and the pen in the other. The front of her shirt opened slightly. Brenda could feel the material was still covering her tits but assumed her cunt was exposed. The thrill came Escort Güngören back and she had a hard time figuring out how much tip to add to the bill. After signing the bill, she looked up and saw the young man staring at her cunt. She handed him the pen and bill. After taking the pen and bill from Brenda, he absentmindedly stood there with his hands out in front of him. He never took his eyes off the opening in Brenda's shirt. Brenda put her hands on her hips knowing it would open the front of the shirt a little more. Giving her head a little tilt to the side she asked innocently, "Is there anything else?" The young man seemed to snap back to reality. He looked up at Brenda's face and said, "Oh, no ma'am. Nothing else, thank you ma'am," and hurried to the door. As he walked out of the room he looked back just as the door was closing. He got a brief glimpse of Brenda facing the door looking at him while she took off her Master's shirt. Brenda poured a cup of coffee and took it to the bathroom. She knocked lightly on the door saying, "Room Service," as she stepped inside. "Your coffee sir." "Thank you, slave." He looked at Brenda's mischievous smile and suspiciously said, "What have you been up to slave?" "Me? Why nothing sir." She turned and walked out. Both nude, they sat having breakfast. Brenda was still excited. "I had such a good time last night Master. I was embarrassed when I was flashing in the casino, but it really was exciting. And then outside the elevator, I never thought I would get so aroused by being naked in a public place. I know it was only that couple that saw us, but it still turned me on." Master chucked. "Slave. Only the couple that saw us?" "Well, yes Sir. I didn't see anyone else" Master leaned forward looking at Brenda. "Slave, this is a casino. There are surveillance cameras everywhere. I'm guessing the boys in the security room started recording you when you were showing your pretty ass at the crap table. They most likely followed you into the elevator and the hallway upstairs" Brenda was frozen, her mouth open. The thought of her Master taking video of her was one thing, but the casino security department seeing and taping everything never occurred to her. "Master, do you think they saw... everything?" "If you mean do I think they saw you with your legs spread on the couch finger-fucking yourself like a slut? Yes slave, I think they saw everything. I doubt they were taping while I fucked you on the balcony, but you never know" "Master, what are we going to do?" "Nothing slave. The casinos are very discrete. They're not going to publicize a video of their İnnovia Escort guest's kinky behavior. Lots of the casino security guys are retired cops. If they?re anything like the cops I know, I bet they keep a library of interesting videos for fun. Who knows, maybe you'll be the featured entertainment at the next Security Department Christmas party" Brenda sat quietly unable to finish her breakfast. She wasn't sure what to think of someone watching a video of her for entertainment. She began to wonder if someone might watch her and masturbate. The embarrassment started to fade and the excitement returned. "What are you going to do with the video you took last night Master? "I'm going to post some screen shots on the internet, a site called voyeurworld. Maybe a few more for your blog. Don't worry slave, no faces" Brenda felt a little more excitement and wondered how far this would go. After breakfast Master left to play golf. He told Brenda to meet him back at the room at 1:00 so they could go to the pool for lunch and a swim. He left her the certificate for her to get into the spa. Brenda showered and put on her green dress. As she got dressed she told herself she had to stop flashing. She was getting too carried away with it. She tried to rationalize that she was only following her master's orders. Then she admitted to herself that it excited and aroused her. She looked at herself in the mirror and told herself that she was going to stop. Feeling better, she left for the spa. While Brenda walked down the hall she looked for security cameras. Mid way to the elevator she saw the dark round plastic dome on the ceiling and knew her Master was telling the truth about the cameras. She saw another camera outside the elevator. Looking at the couch she imagined what she must have looked like with her legs spread and fingering herself. When the elevator arrived she stepped inside and leaned against the rear wall. She stood in the same spot her Master stood when they were riding the elevator upstairs yesterday afternoon and last night. Brenda looked up to the opposite corner of the car and saw another round plastic dome that concealed a camera. Brenda remembered how her Master had lifted her skirt both times the rode up yesterday. He even made her face the camera while he fingered her cunt last night. He intended to display me for the cameras all along, thought Brenda. As the door of the elevator opened, Brenda looked into the camera and smiled. She made a flirty wave at the camera before stepping out into the casino. At the spa Brenda was greeted by the enthusiastic staff. The spa was designed Kağıthane escort bayan and decorated as an updated version of a Roman spa. There were separate facilities men, women and couple's. Brenda was directed to a dressing room where she took off her dress and put on a robe provided by the spa. She opted for a manicure and a pedicure followed by a full body skin treatment and massage. Afterwards she was seated in a women only tea room and enjoyed some herbal tea listening to soft music and soothing fountains. In all she spent about three hours in the spa. Returning to the hotel room at about noon she lay down for a nap. Saturday Afternoon Master woke Brenda for the second time that day. They lay in bed talking. She told him about her spa experience, he told her about his golf game. "We're going to the pool now slave. We can have a late lunch and relax for the afternoon," He said. "But Master, I don't have a swim suit." "I've taken care of that slave. I have two for you to choose from." Brenda got up and Master showed her two swim suits he had set out on the foot of the bed. They were both white, one piece suits. One was small but full coverage with leg openings cut high very high. It had a low neckline and it dipped low in the back with full coverage for her ass. The other suit was like nothing Brenda had seen before. The front consisted of two strips of material about three inches wide that formed a V from the shoulders down the front. The bottom of the V joined just above the crotch. From there a narrow piece of material went between the legs. The back of the suit was a single string that came up from behind and split at the shoulders meeting up with the top of the V from the front. There were no sides to the suit. She held up the suit in front of her. She had to stretch the material to make it fit from her shoulders to her crotch. The material would just cover the front of her tits and her cunt. The suit would leave the rest of her body completely exposed. "Master, I've never seen a swim suit like this. I'm not sure I could wear this outside." "It's called a Monokini Slave. You'll turn heads in either of those suits." Brenda put the Monokini down and picked up the other suit, holding it up in front of her. It covered her where needed even if it was small. She felt the material with her hand. It was very stretchy and thin but she couldn't see her hand through it. "Master, which suit should I wear?" "It's your choice slave, whichever you prefer." "I think I'd like to wear this one sir," she said. "That's settled then. I brought you a cover up and sun hat as well. Now go get ready, I'm starved." Brenda dressed in the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror she had the same thought about the swimsuit as she did about the green dress. It looked good on her but it was pretty revealing. The suit was skin tight, the neckline was very low, just covering her nipples which strained against the stretchy material.