A Trip To Vegas by Sonnic

A Trip to Vegas by Sonnic Accoustic

It was the 4th of July and it was my first trip to America, I had gone with my best mates Tony and Harry. "Alright boys, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!" Tony proclaimed with joy as we made a toast with our bottles of beer.

After drinking and gambling in the casino for a couple of hours I lose sight of my mates, I search the isles of singing machines and tables full of people, but find no trace of them. I check my pants and realize I've left my mobile phone and my key in the hotel room. I shrug, figuring I'll do some exploring on my own and try to catch them later at the room.

As I walk the strip I hear loud music coming from a club, "Now this is my kind of shit", I say, recognizing the tune. I pay my way in and order a bottle of beer, throwing in a double shot of Sambuca for good measure. I down the shot and make my way to the dance floor, shaking my ass to the music. "How are you baby tired? cause you've been running around my mind all night." I ask the girl with glitter eye shadow, giving her a wink as I try to dance closer. "Fuck off loser!" she replies and gives me the middle finger.

I carry on dancing, trying to look cool before losing my nerve and return to the bar for more liquid courage. I order another beer and another double shot of Sambuca, I notice a woman standing a few feet from me at the bar, her shiny black patent leather boots catching my eye. i walk over to her trying to keep a swagger in my step, "Hey babe, is that a mirror in your pants? Cause I see myself in them later on tonight." She looks at me unimpressed and rolls her eyes. I look to the bartender and order a third Sambuca, trying to think of a better pick up line and finally settle on the old fashioned approach.

I gather my resolve and walk back up to the lady, "Good evening, can I buy you a drink?" I ask over the rim of my glass. "Much better boy, but if you want my attention, you'll have to earn it." she replied plainly and turned her back to me. In this moment I realize she's different, her honesty and bluntness having turned me on. "I like your boots Miss." I offer. She turns around with a Cheshire's grin and replies, "That's more like it boy. Are you alone?" I feel a strange sensation in my belly and answer, "Yes Miss, I am." I notice I've called her "Miss" twice, the title naturally fitting her and my feelings.

With a motion of her head she orders me to follow, putting down my beer i do as I'm told. She leads me to the back of the club where she pushes some numbers in a combination lock and opens a door, I notice a "Do Not Enter" sign displayed on the front. She turns back to look at me and I raise my eyebrow questioningly, she only smirks and draws me in. Unbeknownst to me, she leads me into an experience that will change my life forever.

I follow her down a long hall and notice a man gaged and tied to a table through an open door, panic sets in. She leads me into an empty room and turns on her heel, a smirk spreading across her face. It's dimly lit with candles and I notice the walls are padded and studded with fixtures and devices I've never seen before. "Now strip!" she orders in a voice that has become very authoritative. With a big gulp I nod and shakily pull down my pants. "Speak up boy!" She barks. "Yes Miss." I reply and instantly feel aroused while I hurry with the rest of my clothes.

"Now get on your back and open your mouth." she orders assertively. " I do as I'm told, opening my mouth wide as she walks over and places the heel of her boot in my mouth. "Suck it. Suck like the good little slut I know you want to be." I groan and wrap my lips around the heel, taking it into my mouth and sucking on it hard. My erection grows ever firmer as i feel her heel touch the back of my throat, making me gag and I try to relax. I look up into her eyes, "Enjoy sucking my heel clean you filthy boy?" she asks. i can only nod and whimper an answer to her before she reaches for a whip and smacks my firm cock with it.

"Now stand up you pathetic little arse and position yourself there." she says while pointing to a St Andrews cross. I do as I'm told and she walks over and ties my hands and feet securely to the device. I swallow my nerves in suspense and look at her curiously as she pulls out a long metal rod, my eyes widen, wondering what she plans to do with that. "Do you know what this is boy?" she asks, "No Miss, what is it?", I reply. "This is called a urethral sound, do you want to know what it's used for?" she asks. Unable to speak I nod, she glances down at my cock sadistically and says, "Well why don't i just show you instead? You'd like that wouldn't you? For me to use you and show you boy?" My breath hitches in my throat, "Please Miss", I answer her.

She comes closer and takes a tight grip on my cock, lubing the tip of it and the sound. I raises my brow and look at her, having a good idea as to what she plans to do. i begin to feel a bit woozy and my muscles constrict and she slowly glides the long metal rod in my pee hole. I look down and bite my lip hard as I watch, it going further and further. It feels uncomfortable at first, but that quickly fades away and I start to feel the pleasure of being filled up. "Do you like getting fucked you dirty little bitch?" she whispers against lips. "Yes Miss, I like getting fucked." I whimper back submissively.

Hours pass and when everything is said and done I wake up to a cold, quiet room.  The straps on my hands and feet are loose and the Miss is no where to be seen. I step off the cross and rub the back of my head and let out a deep sigh. I gather my clothes and dress quickly, make my way out of the abandoned club and back to the strip. I hail a cab and find my way back to my hotel room, to the questioning of my mates, "Sonnic where have you been!?!" Harry asks me. I think back to the nameless Miss and the metal rod and smile, "I dunno, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas mate."