Vegas Twelve to One, Daunting Odds

 Greetings. This is a true accounting of my recent long weekend in Las Vegas. It has been transcribed from the daily journal I was required to keep of my servitude along with additional documentation I was provided with afterwards. It was put into a story format at the request of my dominant, Sir Michael. The dialog is as best I can recall at what was said at the time, some of conversations therefore are paraphrased when I cannot recollect the exact words. This is not enjoyable reading for the faint of heart.

I am Bobbie. In addition to Sir Michael and me, there were others participating in the weekend activities but by agreement I do not know their identities. Hopefully, you know my servitude history from reading Eight Days in a Binding Contract, a similar journal of a real week I spent as a bondage submissive in 2023, my first experience in such a life. If you have not, doing so may help make better sense of this journal and in it you can view the extensive contract that sets out the permissions, desires, limits, and safety parameters we agreed upon then and would govern this weekend too.

And if you have read it, you may recall that I was a 46-year-old straight male who spent a total of eight days in San Diego exploring my fantasy of bondage, discipline and forced sexual use by others via my best friend, a 48-year-old gay man and some of his gay friends. That narrative ended with the mention that Sir Michael and I might want to do this again. We had recently been discussing in earnest just how and when such another trip to his home could occur and what it would entail. We were at the point of looking at potential dates in July or August of 2024 when another opportunity presented itself for my fantasies and kinks to be fulfilled in a better venue a little sooner.

I am still the COO for a manufacturing company in North Carolina. I needed to attend a trade show in Las Vegas, May 7-9. During one of my regular phone conversations with Mike I mentioned I would be in Vegas. As best friends dating back to college, we had met up at other conferences in Las Vegas in years past as it is a short, cheap flight from San Diego to Las Vegas for him and he gets to visit with friends he has in the area as well as enjoying the Vegas nightlife and shows with me on my company tab (most nights I am entertaining customers and venders and Mike tags along, we have a great time).

One of Mike’s buddies who lives in Vegas and his partner enjoy a Dom/Sub BDSM lifestyle. Sir Michael had discussed with him ideas for my servitude and discipline while he was planning my previous San Diego trip. I had been ultimately subjected to many of his friend’s suggestions. Sir Michael had then shared my journal with him afterwards, so he knows my story. Upon learning I was traveling to Las Vegas, Mike let his buddy know I was coming to town.

His friend and his partner own a large estate home in the Vegas vicinity. The home has a substantial, well-appointed playroom, i.e., dungeon, that they and their friends use to entertain themselves. Mike, while not into the BDSM lifestyle, had on previous occasions stayed at their home and had seen the dungeon, telling me about it to tantalize me. His friend reminded Mike that they still have a tight circle of gay Dom/sub couples who usually in pairs of three or four, meet up at their home about once a month for a weekend of BDSM debauchery. Mike was told it is usually quite a party, often with different themes, but regardless includes bondage, discipline, and sex. He suggested Mike should bring me and I could be their featured entertainment for the weekend. They would match the weekend to align with the completion of my trade show.

Sir Michael made the offer to me. I did not give an immediate yes to the invitation. It sounded exciting but the number of people that might be attending was large, about eight to ten men along with Sir Michael and me, maybe even more, an overwhelming number. I was also not sure what being the ‘featured entertainment’ might entail, but I could visualize everything from bliss to horror. But in the end, especially since Sir Michael thought this would really be perfect for my ‘warped fantasies,’ as he put it, and that he would remain in charge of me as outlined in our contract, I agreed.

In the time between the San Diego trip and the Las Vegas trip not much had changed in my life, I am still happily married to a wonderful woman. She is not into bondage and certainly not into discipline and torture, but once or twice a year she will indulge me by securing me to the bed or wrapping me in stretch-wrap and then sexually playing with me. This has happened twice since San Diego, and both times were fantastic. Otherwise, I satisfied my urges with secret self-bondage, or by watching BDSM videos and reading stories on-line, none to excess. Most of my phone conversations with Mike, usually about twice a week are not about BDSM, but just our lives in general, although talk about our sex lives, wants and desires creep into our chats occasionally. Health-wise Sir Michael has remained extremely healthy and ‘undetectable.’ Over the course of the past year, my health and fitness has also remained excellent. I have lost about ten pounds, now weighing in at 171; not bad for my 5’10” height. The weight loss is attributed to both my diet and daily trips to the gym each morning before work. I still have all my hair. Both Mike’s and my careers continue to be successful and fulfilling. I still contend with the high stress of running a business. My bondage fantasies remain my release.