Story Codes and Bondage Tales - Labor Day Weekend

Story codes: (As now required by Anna.) (This is the ‘Fine print’). Bondage story - Labor Day Weekend. Electric Play story - Labor Day Weekend. Infantile Play story - Labor Day Weekend. Perverted Sex Play story - Labor Day Weekend. Public Exhibition story - Labor Day Weekend. Key Words: Cell Phone; Casino; Charlie’s; Dorra Backpack; Old Ladies; Restaurant; Serger; Shopping Cart; TSA; This tale covers the subjects mentioned above, along with some other rather gross and revolting stuff. It might offend just about anyone or everyone. Don’t read it! - If you must, do so at your own risk. Several of my stories feature a number before the title, plus many include a date. These show when they were published in sequence. While one story isn’t strictly a continuation of another, they sometimes refer back to events from earlier tales. I try to give references when this happens. Characters: {Me: Master}, {My wife: Submissive}, {That lady: (Karen)} A new friend of hers, Two old ladies. 18 - Labor Day Weekend. 09/06/09 Surprisingly, I didn’t feel too guilty, nor do I regret what I did. Maybe I should have felt a bit more guilt. After all, I had broken her trust and been somewhat deceitful, but it was mostly in good fun, or at least for self-defense as I tried to convince myself. It started with her bending the rules quite severely in her favor. Actually, it wasn’t just her; both of them were responsible. Let me backtrack a bit so you can follow what happened and what I’m rambling about. I was kind of playing around while working online when I visited our cell provider’s site to see how things stood there. I occasionally browse this site just to check the bill and see if we can cut any charges. Lots of info is available on this site. When I think about it, that sort of worries me because all this data is so easily accessible online, but you do need my phone number, which is 201-469-3898 and a password, simply ‘password’, to see it, so I guess it’s secure enough. Anyway, you can get a list of all the numbers you’ve called as well as those who have called you. They list the date, time, and originating or destination city along with these numbers, but not the caller’s name. Since my wife and I are on a ‘Family plan’, both our phones are listed, and our cell phone numbers conveniently split up the activity logs. Because we rely entirely on our cell phones, it struck me that I had records of everyone my wife spoke to over the past month. Or at least their phone numbers. Suddenly the ‘mystery lady’ popped into my head. It seemed likely that my wife would have spoken to her, probably several times by phone. All I had to do now was figure out which calls these were. I could eliminate quite a few just by looking at them. Some of the numbers I recognized as people we knew. A few others were from out of state and probably business contacts or similar. I also temporarily eliminated numbers that appeared only once or twice. Suddenly, the list got much shorter. Ah yes, the Mystery lady… Perhaps I should go back a little further. My wife and I are into bondage games and role-playing. Yes, I guess we’re a bit strange and kind of kinky, but that’s how it is. We try not to get carried away with it, doing it strictly for fun. We take turns being the dominant partner. My wife had brought another lady into our games during her times as the dominant one. Our rules clearly state that our games are private. They were meant to be strictly between us without outside involvement - unless we discussed and agreed otherwise beforehand. You’ve probably read about it before in another story, but here’s how it went: Three or four weeks ago she had been talking about this friend of hers… At the time it sure sounded like a casual conversation that seemed unrelated to our games. Like any man with warm blood, I wasn’t completely closed off to the idea of having two women in bed at once. When you really think about it, it’s probably not such a dumb idea after all. Two women together anywhere is trouble. Getting them into bed together can’t be much better! But that’s really just a minor detail when it comes to a man’s fantasies. In fact, I might have said something indicating my willingness to consider the matter further. Well, maybe even responding positively. But I thought this was a hypothetical situation we were discussing. Ok so maybe technically she was playing by the rules but she had bent those rules to suit her needs. Damn that woman! My having two women in bed is one thing. Two women having me in bed is not what I had at all in mind. Anyway, she managed to get away with it. Not only did she pull it off once, this lady showed up in our games again and again. Since then I have hinted various ways and times that I really would like to know who this lady was. The closest I’ve gotten is the cryptic response: ‘Oh, you’ve met her before. Perhaps she will join us some time’. I suddenly decided that I had endured enough of her fooling around. Actually at the time it wasn’t quite as decisive as all that. Again looking online I was able to find a reverse telephone directory service. I needed to pay for this service. This isn’t usually my style, being the cheapskate that I am, but they threw in some other services too, and I wanted their information. It’s a service where you give them a phone number and they give you a name and often an address. I started entering my potential numbers. Within a short time I had a very short list of suspects. The list was divided into three groups. Good candidates - Phone numbers listed for women. Fair candidates - Numbers I wasn’t sure about. Poor candidates - Phone numbers listed for men. Of course this woman could be using a phone registered to her husband or someone else. But at least now I had some leads. I realized that it was possible my wife never spoke to this lady on the phone, having done all their scheming in person. It was also possible they hadn’t spoken often and I eliminated the number while eager to shrink the list to a more manageable size. Anyway, I figured since I now had a list of names it was worth a shot to see what I’d found. I had never been allowed to actually see this lady so I didn’t know what she looked like. Of course, I heard her voice many times and since I was working with telephone numbers the simple solution was to call them and listen for her answer. Not wanting to use my own phone and possibly reveal who I am, I called from work. Bingo! On about the third call I made, the mystery lady answered. No doubt about it, that was her voice! I disguised my voice and mumbled ‘Wrong number’ and hung up. It was too early in the game for a confrontation. Now I had some work to do. I needed an address to go with the name. I wanted more than just that. I wanted to know everything I could about this lady. I wanted to hear that voice come from a face I could see. I wanted to see the body attached to that face. I got back online and went to work. Then I got into the car and checked out where she lived. She knew who I was and what I looked like, so I had to be somewhat careful. It became an obsession to collect all the info I could find about her. It didn’t take long to learn quite a bit. After about a month I had almost everything I needed and a little more. I learned that Karen was unmarried. She worked in the same office building where my wife worked but they worked for

different companies. Indeed, I had gone to eat lunch with my wife quite some time back. This lady had come and sat at the picnic table with us, but had not joined in our conversation. She had sat on the far end of the table away from us. Since I had realized that she was not one of my wife’s coworkers I hadn’t paid much attention to her. Another half-truth. I had met her, without even knowing that I had. Slowly I developed a plan. I don’t consider myself to be a stalker, but I did spend some time observing Karen from a distance. I learned what time she left for work, and what time she arrived home. I also observed a number of her other habits. I learned that like many people Karen to a large extent was a creature of habit. She had a set schedule that she would follow from week to week. Of course, there were a few variations, but you could pretty much depend on her returning to her schedule soon after any anomalies had been dealt with. As I said, Karen definitely appeared to be a creature of habit, and it was now cloak and dagger time. I had learned, or at least I had gotten the impression that she had set aside Wednesday evenings for grocery shopping. I followed Karen from her home to the grocery store being careful not to follow her to closely and being careful to keep several cars between our vehicles. It wasn’t a long trip to the store and I figured I knew where she was headed so it wasn’t too hard to follow her. Even if I had lost her I figured I could just postpone my plans until the next week and that would be no biggie. Karen didn’t live far from my home, but it was a few small towns and several miles away. Because of the locations of our homes it wasn’t likely that we would normally frequent the same grocery stores since different stores of the same popular chains were located closer to each of our homes. I entered the parking lot well behind Karen and watched as she selected a parking spot. Once she had parked and was headed into the building I found another parking spot very close to where she was parked. I was lucky and found a spot just a little closer to the store than where she had parked. I parked and followed her into the building. Grabbing a shopping cart as I entered I started looking down the aisles for Karen. When I saw her I steered my cart down her aisle. Of course I knew that Karen knew me well and would undoubtedly recognize me rather quickly. I also knew that she and my wife had taken great pains to keep her identity a secret. They had also taken great pains to keep me blindfolded or otherwise prevent me from seeing any part of her. As far as she knew the best I had seen was when she had been dressed in a baggy sweat suit and had been wearing a ski mask. Not a very revealing outfit at all. It made it interesting that we were going in opposite directions down the aisle so that as we proceeded on our way we were facing each other. Karen did a double take as she spotted me and quickly recognized who I was. Naturally I was pretending to be shopping as I went down the aisle and I showed no signs of recognition. Karen pretended that she didn’t know who I was and feigned interest in one of the products on the shelves. Eventually our carts passed and we stood side by side. I looked over at her and gave her a big smile. “Hey Karen, how are you doing?” Repeating a typical greeting that she had always given me. (Of course I had replaced ‘Big guy’ with ‘Karen’). Karen’s face turned white as a sheet. You could just watch the blood drain from it. That single moment had made all the effort I had put into finding her worthwhile. She knew that she had been caught. That much was clear to both of us. I could see about a hundred questions cross her face: how, Why, Who, and of course the biggie what’s going to happen? “We really should talk sometime. Can I buy you a drink?” She did indeed look as though she could use one. “We can stop by your place if you need to put your ice cream away first.” I know that nobody starts his or her weekly shopping trip in the frozen food aisle, and indeed Karen had just started her shopping. She seemed to sense that my offer to buy her a drink wasn’t really the casual offer that it at first seemed but more of a demand or at least an offer that she couldn’t refuse. She was also smart enough to know that this was not the casual meeting that it appeared to be on the surface. “No, let’s go,” she said. “I can do my shopping some other time.” She abandoned the shopping cart in the aisle. “Are you sure?” I taunted. “I wouldn’t want you to break an old habit on my account.” I continued, confirming her fears that I indeed knew far more about her than she would have liked even if it were only that Wednesday was shopping day. “How about Charlie’s place just down the street?” I suggested. She nodded her acceptance. We left the store together. “I’m parked a little closer than you are, so why don’t we take my car?” I offered, taunting her a little more with the fact that I knew which car she drove as well. “No ropes or handcuff. I promise.” I smiled at her. She was obviously uncomfortable with the situation. That didn’t surprise me. My nerves would have been a little on edge too had our roles been reversed. When we reached my car I opened the door for her like a gentleman, and then went around and got in on my side. We drove a few blocks to Charlie’s in silence. Charlie’s is not a fancy place. That was all right because I wasn’t really out to impress my guest. At least not impress her with my culinary selections. I had chosen Charlie’s because while it is called a ‘Bar and grill’ it offered both quiet somewhat secluded booths along with a menu of rather good but not fancy food. I guided Karen to one of the corner booths as we walked into Charlie’s. It was still somewhat early for a place like this and the place wasn’t all that busy. A waitress followed us to the table. She laid a pair of menus on the edge of the table and asked if she could get us each a drink. I figured that rather than surrender in a gentlemanly way I would take the lead. I’m not really much of a drinker but ordered a glass of the red house wine. Karen quickly acquiesced for the same. As our waitress took off to get our drinks I looked at Karen and smiled. I was going for a look that said ‘I’ve got you caught in my web.’ “OK. You might as well start from the beginning,” I encouraged. I was probably portraying a lack of knowledge here, but I hoped that I could recover gracefully after learning what I didn’t know. “Where did you meet my wife, and how did the two of you get together?” I asked more directly. Our waitress chose that moment to deliver our drinks. Good timing, I thought since it disrupted our conversation at a convenient breaking point. “Would you care for anything to eat?” she offered. “Perhaps in a while.” I replied, looking sympathetically at Karen, who indeed looked as though she might be sick at any moment. The waitress gave me a knowing smile and headed off to serve other customers. I sat quietly sipping at my wine allowing Karen to collect her thoughts. Karen started by explaining that she and my wife worked in the same building but not for the same company. So far this just confirmed what I already knew. They had met one day when they both went for a lunch break sitting at the outdoor picnic tables together. Karen had been there alone that day and the other women had invited her to join them. The women from my wife’s office were talking the way women everywhere have a habit of doing. Shortly after Karen had arrived the conversation had turned to the women’s ‘hobby’. Karen had become intrigued not only by their openness on the subject, but also by the subject itself. From that time on Karen had made an effort to join the women whenever they went outside for a break. They all had quickly become friends. It seems that my wife had especially taken a liking to Karen and they had eventually become good friends. After quite some time one thing h

One thing led to another and the rest was history.

Our waitress came back, so I ordered burgers and fries for both of us. Once Karen started talking, she seemed to settle in a bit more and let go of some of her apprehension. We began discussing our situation and relationship with a little more seriousness and calm as she relaxed into it. She started understanding that I wasn’t seeking revenge or retribution against her personally. I tried to make clear that whatever retribution I might get from my wife wouldn’t come from anger, but rather just to even the score for her sneaky and underhanded behavior. Even then, there would be no real malice in it.

By the time dinner arrived, we were talking about our likes and dislikes as well as where we wanted this relationship to head next. Karen was actually in a much better spot than before because she now knew both of us, and we knew her. The best part for her was realizing that she would be truly accepted by both of us and could more freely join in on our games.

I had convinced Karen not to tell my wife about our secret—at least for a few weeks. Labor Day weekend was coming up, which I figured would be the perfect time to put the rest of my plan into action. After explaining the main part of it to her, she agreed to help with this endeavor. She still felt somewhat caught in the middle but was happy not to get involved in whatever happened between my wife and me until then. When our meeting ended, I drove Karen back to the grocery store; she wasn’t any worse for wear.

• o O o -

Through mutual friends during my travels, I met a lady who eventually turned out to be an activities director at a nursing home. Naturally, this started as just another casual encounter with yet another woman in my life. We began chatting about the types of people living there. She explained that some residents were younger and either undergoing therapy or recovering from injuries or other serious medical conditions. As long as they didn’t need intense hospital-level treatments, a nursing care facility could be a good, cheaper alternative. Of course, she admitted most patients were elderly.

However, some of them were quite sharp mentally; they just needed help with daily self-care.

I started asking about the activities people in nursing homes do. Being curious, I asked what services she provided and what kind of activities her residents participated in. Obviously, playing most sports was out of the question. Yeah right—picture ‘Grandpaw rolling himself to base while Grandmaw tries to bend down enough to pick up the ball.’ A baseball game could literally take days.

She explained it’s indeed a challenge to find things that hold these people’s attention and keep them interested. One thing she mentioned was their Wii system. Although designed primarily as a game, it provided entertainment and surprisingly good physical therapy for her residents (as she preferred calling them).

I became intrigued by this lady’s job. More importantly, I started thinking about what other activities she could offer. I learned—though not unsurprisingly—that a high percentage of her residents were older women. I’ve never been one to let an opportunity pass me by. It dawned on me that many women love sewing. I figured these women would be no different. Assuming they still had the physical dexterity, what they needed was just the incentive of something to make. Finding a decent sewing machine and buying raw materials shouldn’t be hard.

I shared this idea with my new friend. She agreed it might work well and mentioned she already knew two ladies who could fill the bill.

We discussed it further. I offered to see what I could do about finding her a good quality sewing machine. She was thrilled because not only would it give her residents something new to do, but it shouldn’t strain her budget much either.

I went out looking for a machine. Within a week, I had located a very nice one at a thrift store for a great price and also found a serger to go with it (for the guys reading this: it’s basically a fancy sewing term for a special machine that joins two pieces of fabric at their edges in one operation—trimming and stitching simultaneously. It often has three to five needles for more intricate work). I bought several standard dress patterns, some material, and stopped by the nursing care facility with my haul.

I was introduced to two elderly ladies who were just thrilled with the idea. Within a few days, I got a call saying my dresses were ready.

That evening, I visited Karen at her home. I’d called ahead so there would be no shock. I gave her the dresses and explained where they came from. She tried them on and was delighted by the design, workmanship, and fit. I told her she could consider them a gift from me as long as we kept their origin secret and she continued working with me. Karen assured me that wasn’t an issue.

I returned to the extended care facility to visit my two new friends. This time I brought several new patterns, some material, and lunch for everyone. The ladies were delighted to have a new ‘Gentleman friend,’ as they put it. They seemed to enjoy getting food from ‘Outside’—guessing this was somewhat of a unique experience for them.

They were also excited about having more work to do. While we ate, I discussed another idea with them. I explained what I wanted and noted that putting it all together might require some skill and ingenuity. I asked if they thought they could handle it. The women said that although it wasn’t a standard thing for them before, they’d certainly give it a try.

I offered to provide a model for them to test their work on before making any adjustments. They liked the idea. Fortunately, Karen was very close in size to my wife and would be pressed into service as the model.

My job was to go out and get the fabric I wanted. I wasn’t entirely sure what exactly I needed yet, but had a general idea; nothing quite seemed right at first. After searching around, I found something that worked nicely. I’d told Karen what I was looking for in terms of design and pattern, promising her another dress if she helped be my model. With the offer of an extra dress on top, Karen was happy to oblige.

The following week, we—Karen and me along with the ladies—met again to discuss the project in a bit more detail. I asked Karen to wear one of the dresses I’d given her so she could show it off to the others. We all brought what we had for the project, and I treated everyone to dinner from ‘the outside.’

I didn’t hear much from either Karen or the ladies for a while. I figured things were going well—or at least hoped they were. Eventually, I received a call from Karen asking me to meet her at the extended care facility so she could show me what the women had come up with. We agreed on that evening. This time I brought dinner again.

The women were all excited about their creation and insisted Karen get dressed before we ate. I couldn’t believe how well this turned out.

turned out. I had explained to both Karen and the women what I wanted, and while I wasn’t able to come up with a pattern or even a good drawing for anything close to what I wanted they had created exactly what I had in my mind. I was thrilled. Labor Day was rapidly approaching and I was now ready. The ladies wouldn’t release their creation until the project was finished, but promised it would be ready well before the upcoming holiday.

• o O o - Friday: It never fails that when you want to get out of work early little problems seem to sneak up on you so that you’re never able to get out early. Somehow fate must have been on my side this time and I was able to sneak out about two hours early on Friday, Labor Day weekend. I had been ready for days ahead of time. Arriving home before my wife I re-checked that everything was ready once more. I met my wife at the door when she arrived. Kissing her as she walked through the door I slipped a collar around her neck indicating that I had assumed the dominant role and repeated the familiar command “Strip.” Once the clothing that she had worn to work lay in a pile at her feet I explained, “We don’t have a lot of time. I want you to take these clothes and go upstairs and take a quick shower. I will meet you upstairs.” She knows that when a sub receives instructions like this they are to be followed immediately without question and exactly as they have been given. She picked up her clothes and headed upstairs. I gave her a gentle swat on the ass as she departed. I grabbed a towel as my submissive stepped out of the shower and dried off her head for her. I then slipped a blindfold over her eyes and handed her the towel so that she could finish the job of drying herself off. Once she was dry I led her into the bedroom where Karen awaited to assist me. We both dressed my submissive and then Karen took over to fix her hair and apply her makeup. When I returned about a half hour later Karen had finished her task. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was perfect. In front of me stood a 5’ 8” little girl who, except for her size and relatively large breasts, looked as though she was maybe around 5 years old, complete with pigtails, big bows in her hair. What could only be described as a ‘Little Girl’ dress. White ‘little girl’ socks with the lace on the top, ‘little girl’ shoes. The works! She looked great! I just knew she would loathe it. But it wasn’t over yet. I began removing the blindfold from my submissive as I looked at Karen and said, “It’s time for you to get dressed too,” indicating the box on the bed. Karen gave me a funny look and lifting the lid peered into the box. She removed a dress made of the same material as my submissive’s ‘Little Girl’ dress. “You get to be the mommy,” I said. Karen knew that she had been had. She gave me a look, but said nothing. As I removed the blindfold from my submissive the expressions on both of their faces was great. My submissive hadn’t known who had been there, but there wasn’t the least doubt in my mind that she never expected to see Karen. The clothing she wore was also clearly somewhat of a shock to her as she looked in the mirror at herself. Karen had never really expected to be a direct part of the scenario and certainly hadn’t expected to be told to dress in something quite like the dress she now held in her hands. “OK. Ladies, let’s get a move on,” I prodded handing my submissive a large rag doll that truly completed and complimented her costume perfectly. The rag doll wore a dress of the same material as well. As part of her outfit I had provided Karen with a fashionable wide brimmed sun hat. The hat bore a sash of the same material. Karen knew that I had gotten the better of her this time, and while her dress was nowhere near what my submissive wore she was now part of the scene too. Of course, she knew all about the safe word and all that, but she wasn’t giving in that easily. This time it was for real and it was her first time as a sub. Karen quickly got into the swing of things and had quickly dressed and fixed herself up very appropriately. I was actually quite pleased that Karen had not had to be prompted to fix her hair and accessorize her dress as well as she did. Karen seemed to have a flair for makeup. It appeared that she used very little makeup, but what little she did use was very effective. I guided both of my women down to the garage and loaded them into the car. We were soon on our way. Neither of the women had a clue as to where we were headed. Denver International Airport (DIA) is a very large and busy airport. It is located on the outskirts of the city. The access road, Pena Boulevard, is a long road that goes only one place. Both of the women’s eyes got bigger and bigger as we approached the airport. When I pulled into the US Airport parking facility off of Tower Road, there was little doubt in either of their minds where we were headed, at least for the short term. This parking facility is located just outside of the airport itself. It is a little cheaper than airport long-term parking and I have found that they offer wonderful service. The bus that would take us to the terminal pulled up as we parked the car. The women unloaded themselves as I removed three small carry-on suitcases from the trunk. I helped my submissive thread her arms into a ‘Dora’ backpack and herded the women onto the bus as the driver grabbed the bags for me. The backpack had been an afterthought. I had bought a kids backpack and needed to modify it with longer straps to make it fit on my submissive’s back. It fit right in with the theme that I had in mind. Karen had come to assist me dress and handle my submissive. This would have put her in at least a somewhat dominant role. Her plan was to spend the weekend with perhaps a few trips home in-between. She had never been in a submissive role herself. Suddenly the tables had been turned. She was dressed according to my desires and she was being expected to behave at least somewhat as a submissive. It was not just the dress, but I had insisted that she start naked and dress from the underwear out. I had allowed her to keep only her wallet with her ID, and a few dollars, but had provided a handbag and other accessories to go with her outfit. While she was not really enduring any bondage per se, she was being loaded on an airplane and taken off to places unknown with absolutely nothing of her own (Except for her wallet) in her possession. I figured that this was probably a rather scary experience for her. Being her first time out I wanted to go somewhat easy on her and not push her too hard or too far. I had already checked us in online and had printed out our boarding passes so we could head directly to the gate. Going through security with the women was rather interesting. I guess the TSA (Security) people have seen almost everything before, but my submissive and her mommy did somewhat catch their attention. I sort of cringed when the agent asked Karen if her bag had been out of her sight. Indeed Karen had never seen the bag before, and had no idea of its contents. Karen had played it cool and simply acknowledged that it had not been out of her sight. Other than thoroughly checking over the rag doll, going through the backpack and giving us some interesting looks they didn’t seem to hassle us very much. We were soon at the gate awaiting our departure. The airline attendants seemed to be somewhat amused with our ‘Family’. They didn’t seem to know whether our ‘Little girl’ was to be treated as the little girl that she was dressed as, or the full-grown woman that indeed she appeared to be. The rag doll and backpack seemed to add to their confusion. Once we got into the air I lowered my submissive’s tray table and placed a coloring book and some crayons on it for her. She gave me a look that said ‘Don’t even think that I might be interested in those’. Karen, of course, was somewhat less familiar at least

t with this part of our games. This was all quite new to her. She had never been ‘out in public’ before and she seemed to be experiencing somewhat of an overload from the experience. Karen wasn’t dressed all that strangely. In fact, she was dressed rather nicely, I thought. The main thing was that her dress was made to match ‘Our daughters’, so there was no chance that she could blend into the woodwork. I had provided Karen with a woman’s dress hat with a hatband of the same material. The rag doll, of course, had a matching dress as well. I had promised Karen that she would get another dress out of this deal, and now she had it. It was about an hour and a half later when we landed at McCarran airport in Las Vegas Nevada. Since we only had carry-on luggage we could go right out and find the shuttle that would take us to the hotel. McCarran is also a large airport. Our family seemed to attract a fair amount of attention in the form of looks and stares as we made our way from the gate to the ground transportation area. Karen was not quite as used to this sort of thing as my submissive was. She was being a good sport about the situation but I could tell that she was somewhat frazzled, which was exactly what I wanted. Of course, my submissive just wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere. Las Vegas is a city filled with slot machines. They have invaded the airport, grocery stores; convince stores, you name it. The machines clanged at us as we traveled through the airport. Las Vegas is, of course, known as a rather wild town and much that goes on does not surprise the people that live and work there. Nevertheless, as expected the hotel clerks also got quite a chuckle out of our family as we checked into the Hotel. I think that by now both of the women would have been happy to crawl under the bed for the remainder of the weekend. Once we had taken our bags to the room I announced that the first order of business was to be dinner. Of course, this was to be in one of the hotel restaurants, and what better kind of restaurant to be seen in than a buffet. The women were just thrilled. There is always a wait to get into Las Vegas casino restaurants. That is unless the prices are so high that they frighten people off. If you are one of the masses, as we are, you have to wait. Fortunately, by the time we had gotten there it was late enough that the lines weren’t very long. In this type of restaurant, at least in Las Vegas, you usually pay as you go in. When we got to the casher the lady took a look at mother and daughter, then looked at me and asked, “How old is your little girl?” I told her the truth, and she simply smiled. I later noticed that she had charged us for one child’s meal. Dinner was an interesting affair although nothing really special happened. When we got back to the room the women had the first opportunity to look in their suitcases. Since neither of the women knew that we would be even leaving home I had packed a suitcase for each of them. It soon became apparent to them that unless they somehow found some other clothing that they were locked into their roles until we got home. I had asked the old ladies to modify a nightgown pattern that I had found. This was a single piece flanel nightgown with slippers attached to the legs and thumbless mittens attached to the long sleves. There was also a pair of animal like slippers. Everything in her suitcase had been done on a kids theme, even the toothbrush and toothpaste. Karen’s was a little more conventional, but I had tried to stick with the ‘Mommy’ theme. In a sense this would be an unusual weekend in that there would be no real serious bondage as far as restraints and such went. Of course I did have a few rope stashed in my bag. I guess TSA figures it’s OK to tie the aircrew up as long as you don’t threaten them with nail clippers. On the other hand I maintained discipline among the women and insisted that the women fulfill their roles to the best of their abilities remaining in character at all times. I insisted that my submissive refer to Karen as ‘Mommy’ whenever she spoke to her. Likewise I was ‘Daddy’ to her. This was especially the case in public. This in itself seemed to unsettle Karen somewhat.

• o O o - Saturday: By the time morning rolled around we were all refreshed and ready to attack a new day. Karen seemed to have a fresh outlook on our adventure and was now ready to go. I took my family out for breakfast again. Of course, when we left the hotel room we insisted that our daughter take her rag doll with her. I had asked Karen to take our daughter to the ladies room as soon as we arrived at the restaurant, and she managed to do just that. I caught the maitre d’ and requested that he give ‘Our daughter’ a kid’s menu. Having seen the ladies walk in he caught my drift. When the women returned he ushered us to a table and gave our daughter not only a kids menu, but also a small package of crayons to go with it. The maitre d’ must have tipped off our waiter as well. When our waiter arrived Karen and I ordered coffee and breakfast for ourselves and ordered juice and breakfast off the kid’s menu for our daughter who just sat there dumfounded. The waiter played right into this and acted as though this was all perfectly normal. I am sure that in a place like Las Vegas they see enough truly strange weirdoes’ that something like this is tame enough that it’s just looked upon as a form of entertainment for the locals. None of us were really into gambling so our main objective was to see the sights and have some fun. All of the casinos are based on some sort of theme. Many of the casinos have family type stuff including things like roller coasters train type rides and so on. There are more casinos than one can name. Just to name a few, there is Treasure Island with a pirate theme, MGM Grand with a movie theme, and Cesar’s Palace with an old Roman theme. The Luxor is pyramid shaped and has an Egyptian theme; New York New York imitates a fictional New York street. There is a Circus Circus casino that is based a circus theme. Then the Stratosphere Tower has some thrill rides on the roof. Those are not for me for sure. We took our daughter to see the circus acts at Circus Circus. We spent the day seeing the sights and going from casino to casino. Lunch was pretty much a replay of the breakfast scene. When the waiters and waitresses served us many of them seemed to take delight in talking to our daughter as though she were a small child. The restaurant where we stopped for lunch even provided a high chair for the rag doll, which was carefully positioned next to my daughter. I decided that dinner would once again be at a buffet. Las Vegas is faimous for these, and all of the casinos have one. The buffet seemed to work out well for us. For one thing we could parade our daughter around as we went up to the service area for our food. Likewise people were free to check us out as they walked past our table to get to the service area. Even my daughter seemed to like the idea that she didn’t have to be served from the kids menu and could eat what she wanted as long as either mommy or daddy tagged along with her to supervise her selections. By the time we got back to the hotel room we had quite literally walked many miles and all of us were tired. Las Vegas is known as the town that never sleeps. I figured that it was time that our daughter should be in bed. I dug in my bag and found several lengths of rope and a ‘sleep mask’. It wasn’t long before our daughter was snugly tucked in bed in a rather secure hog tie. “Your mother and I are going to step out for a drink and we don’t feel like paying a baby sitter to watch you.” I informed her. “We should be back in an hour or two. In the mean time you should get some sleep.” I gathered up Karen and headed for the door. “Mommy and Daddy love you.” I shouted as we left placing the ‘Do not disturb’ sign on the door as we left. Karen and I went downstairs to one of the bars

We were in the hotel. I had two main goals. First, I wanted to check on Karen and see if she was handling things as well as her demeanor suggested. Second, with an attractive young woman right there in Las Vegas, I didn’t want to miss the chance. Stopping for a glass of wine and some good conversation was a perfect way to begin.

When Karen and I returned to our room, our daughter was already fast asleep. We managed not to wake her up much; we only removed the ties connecting her wrists to her ankles, which released her from the hogtie but left her hands and feet bound. She stretched out in bed, still sleeping soundly. Soon after, Karen and I fell into sleep as well. It had been a long day.

• o O o - Sunday: I decided to go back to that breakfast spot we visited yesterday. Today’s outfit included the rag doll and Dora backpack. Yesterday while out, we picked up some souvenirs and other items we had to lug around for most of the day. The small kids’ backpack seemed like a great solution since I wouldn’t have to carry it myself. Although being so small might be slightly annoying, our daughter shouldn’t find it too heavy unless she buys lots of pet rocks or similar trinkets.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, the Maitre d’ recognized us, and it appeared the rest of the staff did as well. He grabbed a kids’ menu and crayons before leading us to our table. It seemed word had spread among the employees about us; they looked genuinely happy to see us again today. Our waitress took our order yesterday acting like ordering from the kids’ menu for our daughter was completely normal, and she maintained that attitude today. Many other waiters and especially waitresses stopped by to say ‘Hello’ to her. They all seemed delighted talking to her as if she were a young child. While my daughter isn’t very talkative, she responded well enough to keep their attention. I had previously coached her on this, explaining simply that if she didn’t stay in character and act like a little girl—or respond appropriately when spoken to—she would get a small jolt from the discipline device she has been wearing since Saturday morning. When I strapped it on earlier, I promised not to use it unless she severely misbehaved. Our brief conversation worked wonders; even for a child, she seems quite willing to listen to her dad. Since Mom also had a remote control button, our daughter behaved well with her too.

Las Vegas is packed with an endless variety of casinos and attractions. There’s the M&M store (selling candy) where you can see and buy various toys, t-shirts, and memorabilia. The shop also stocks large bins of M&Ms in roughly a thousand different colors. We visited the Ethel M. Chocolate factory as well, which offers free tours. Rather than bore you with details for every location we toured, let me just say it was another interesting day. People gave us many stares and strange looks, but quite a few seemed to accept us as a family doing tourist things. It was yet another long day, and we barely had time to rest. Lunch was an interesting affair; we ate at a ‘Street café’ located inside the New York, New York casino. Like most such venues, this casino is massive. Inside are what look like actual NYC streets without traffic. With crowds of people everywhere, sitting at a table in front of the restaurant was quite a public display.

Dinner tonight was somewhat quieter. I chose a more standard sit-down restaurant rather than a buffet this time. Naturally, I didn’t forget to continue the kids’ menu routine; even here, they were very accommodating. I ordered a bottle of wine with dinner. The waiter glanced at our daughter and looked slightly puzzled for a moment. This was quickly resolved when he looked at me and asked, “Two glasses?” To which I simply replied, “Please.” The staff in this place seemed to have more decorum or restraint compared to some other spots we visited, but I did notice that one by one, many stopped by to ask how our meal was or just say ‘Hello’ to my daughter. Most addressed her directly, asking about her food, how she liked Las Vegas, where she was from, and so on.

By the time we got back to the hotel room, it was getting late again, and we were all tired from a long, active day. Las Vegas has somewhat of a tropical climate; temperatures often exceed 100°F during spring, summer, and fall. People say ‘It’s a dry heat’, but it remains oven-hot even at night where I live in Denver. Days can be hot there too, but it usually cools down after sunset. Going out into the heat to get around seemed to drain some of our energy as well. The first thing we did upon returning was each take a shower. I sent our daughter in first. As soon as she finished, Karen went in. When Karen sauntered out of the bathroom, a quizzical expression crossed her face as she noticed my submissive standing there wearing her dress. I smiled and handed her my daughter’s nightgown. Realization quickly dawned on Karen’s face as she lay back down to be bound into the hogtie again. “Mommy and daddy are going downstairs for a drink, and we don’t want to pay extra for a babysitter,” I said as my submissive—now acting as Mom—and I headed out. “Go to sleep; Mommy and Daddy love you!” I shouted behind us. By the time I had another glass of wine in the bar below, I was truly ready for bed too. As you might guess, the scene resembled the previous night closely. Karen was still awake when we returned. I released her from the hogtie but left her hands and feet bound. No doubt that as tired as she was, she soon drifted off to sleep just like my submissive and I did.

• o O o – Monday (Labor Day). Our flight home wasn’t until evening, so we had plenty of time for more fun. My submissive styled our daughter’s hair into pigtails and applied minimal makeup, mimicking what Karen had done earlier in the day. Before finishing dressing her, I strapped the discipline device onto Karen as well. “I’m sure I don’t need to give you the full speech again,” I said while buckling it on. “You know the rules; we won’t use this unless you misbehave.” Even so, Karen looked quite apprehensive about what was happening. We put the Dora backpack on her and handed her the rag doll as we left.

I opted for a buffet breakfast that morning. Not because I’m particularly hungry or love buffets intensely, but I wanted Karen to get the full experience. I must admit, I think Karen might have voted against this part of our trip if she could, but I wasn’t calling for votes, and nobody seemed to be asking her opinion on it. Karen had gotten used to being ‘The mommy’. Since that role placed her as ‘Second in command’, it hadn’t been overly demanding or extreme for her previously. Now finding herself acting as our daughter, the role became considerably more demanding and humiliating. She was quickly learning the reality of the situation she enjoyed watching her friend endure yesterday.

We visited the casinos again and even some sites we had seen before, mostly for Karen’s benefit. My wife now knew exactly where to take our daughter so that she would receive the full maximum benefit of her new position. I loved every minute of it. A

As the saying goes, variety is the spice of life. We had lunch at a restaurant we hadn’t visited before. Once again, we went through the ‘kids menu’ routine, and just like last time, the staff seemed quite enthusiastic about our little game. In a way, I almost felt pity for poor Karen. Not that she didn’t have much choice, but she was indeed being a good sport. Still, she was thoroughly exasperated by her situation. The afternoon sightseeing ended slightly early because we needed to catch the shuttle to the airport.

Just before leaving for the airport, I took off Karen’s discipline device. She looked relieved to be rid of it, although I warned her that even without it, retribution would surely follow if she misbehaved. I wasn’t about to take any chances with TSA causing us unnecessary trouble. Keeping this in mind, I packed the device and its controllers into a small box and mailed them back home to myself. I could just picture them taking one of the women into a private room while the now highly excited woman tries to explain what such a thing is, how it works, and why she was wearing it. It might sound exciting to an outsider, but I wasn’t going to subject either woman to that ordeal. Naturally, since we are part of ‘The family,’ the other two of us would also be viewed as suspects of major evil.

When we got to the airport, TSA carefully inspected both the rag doll and my new daughters’ backpacks. They seem to enjoy closely examining such things, even for normal kids. As before, they gave us a few odd looks, but that was about it, and let us pass through.

The flight home was fairly uneventful. Karen actually managed to get some sleep during the trip. It seemed like both women breathed a sigh of relief when the bus dropped us off at our car in the airport parking lot. I’m sure we were all tired from the journey. It wasn’t really that late, but exhaustion and the one-hour time difference made it feel later than it actually was. I drove home in relative silence.

When we got home, the women seemed to realize the game was over. Karen ran upstairs to change into her regular clothes. Before she left to drive herself home, she wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a large, very wet kiss on me while thanking me for the wonderful weekend.

My wife took the opportunity to ask how I had discovered Karen. Naturally, I played dumb and simply said that I knew her from when she had visited before. Pointing out that ‘You said yourself you had met her earlier,’ my wife quickly realized she was tilting at windmills with this line and let it drop. I have no doubt the two women will eventually get together to discuss the matter. Of course, neither of them knows exactly how I located Karen or the details leading up to our first meeting, so hopefully that remains an enigma for them.

I did send a note thanking the old ladies for their effort and mentioning how wonderful their dresses had turned out. I even enclosed a photo of our family in Las Vegas. I hope I can use their services again sometime in the future. You never know when you might need something special.

That following Thursday, I stopped by Karen’s place. By then, she would have had time to reflect on the previous weekend and gather her thoughts. When I arrived, Karen started gushing. She had never been to Las Vegas before and couldn’t believe how overwhelming the lights, sights, and sounds were. Then there was the part about being forced into a submissive role. Karen has always enjoyed being dominant—and she is good at it—but once she was pushed into that subordinate position, it opened up an entirely new world for her. She was now hooked and wanted to experience both sides of things. Naturally, I was thrilled. Initially, I feared Karen might have been turned off by the experience. I assured her there would indeed be more in store.

Author’s note: Some characters in my stories are modeled after real people, often using a fair amount of ‘poetic license’. Others are purely fictional, based entirely on a figment of my imagination. Karen is somewhat unique here. At work, we have an revolving door that regulates entry into the building. It’s an automated device where you badge your card reader, and the door announces in a female voice “Please step into the door”. Once you enter one of the four segments, it begins to rotate so you can follow along into the building. This door has been named ‘Karen’. Like most women, Karen the door is somewhat finicky. It uses a video device to check if two people are trying to sneak in together. Often, when someone carries an object like lunch or a briefcase, Karen misinterprets this and stops rotation with the announcement ‘Unauthorized entry’, then reverses to eject the person. Human intervention is needed to get them inside. That’s the technical explanation anyway. I think Karen is just jealous; if you try to bring in lunch, she thinks you’re taking it to another door and won’t let you in. As you can guess, the fictional character was based on the real-life door.