Olivia here with yet another story for your reading pleasure. My old job would require me to be in Las Vegas for one to two weeks every year. The job duties would keep me busy most of the time, but I would usually have an opportunity to have fun. My Hubby would join me and plan our evening adventure if my time permitted after work.
I was tired from work and came back to my hotel room looking forward to a night of rest and relaxation; my thoughts on having a nice long hot bath focused on the large bathtub back in our room. Well, I did get the bath but not much relaxation. Here’s the story of why.
Hubby had purchased two tickets to the annual Fetish Ball which was being held in an adjacent hotel. This is a costume event and things can get wild as you might well imagine. I pointed out that I didn’t have a costume, Hubby smiled and said I have that taken care of for you. I took my bath and enjoyed every minute in the hot water. I have a waterproof toy that Hubby laid out for me to take the edge off and I put it to good use thinking why not warm up a bit, didn’t I deserve that I thought.
Hubby had laid out some clothes for me. I was surprised it was jeans and a sexy top, comfortable but not really going to the ball attire. When I questioned him, he smiled and said we are having dinner and then going to get your costume. I quizzed him about size, color, and what it looked like. Hubby has an eye for clothing and usually picks things I like but women’s sizes baffle him. A size 8 is big and a size 12 is small depending on the manufacturer. He picked up his camera and a mystery garment bag and we left for the restaurant.
I was curious and concerned about look and fit, I wanted to look hot, not ridiculous. After 5 minutes of interrogation which produced no satisfactory answers, he told me, “Liv, it will fit you perfectly and you will be happy with the design and colors when we get there. Now, let’s enjoy dinner.”
I rushed through my meal while Hubby took his time deliberately making me wait. The more I rushed him, the slower he got. Finally, he settled the bill, and we caught a cab to the costume shop. I almost ran to the door as Hubby paid for the cab ride. I expected to see racks of all kinds of costumes but there wasn’t a single rack or costume in sight.
I came to an abrupt stop, turning, I looked inquiringly at my Hubby, “What gives, there is nothing her to try on?” Before he could reply, a hot young lady came out from a door and said, “You must be Olivia, we are ready for you. Please follow me.” “Go on Liv, I think you will be surprised at what I picked out for you.” Hubby encouraged.
Dutifully I followed the young lady into a curtained booth, “Please remove all your clothes and put them into this bag,” she instructed. I didn’t know what to expect, but thought, why not, it's Vegas. What Hubby had picked out for me was a black super sexy dominatrix outfit. The catch was it would be spray-painted on my naked body; my costume was going to be just painted on! “See, I told you it would fit you perfectly,” laughed Hubby. “You up for this Liv?” I didn’t hesitate, “Shit yes, I’ll do it.”
After two hours, I looked like a super sexy dominatrix with fishnet stockings, knee-high stripper boots, and a barely cover my nipples plunging neckline. The costume was “cut” high in the back accenting my bubble butt. Hubby reached in the bag he had brought and out came a nice flogger, and some inappropriate jewelry to sexily accessorize my outfit. The last item was a lacy black mask that fit around my eyes. The lady gave me a special glue to tack it on with. My only real clothes were a pair of 4-inch black high heels which blended in with my painted boots.
As I turned about admiring myself in the mirror, Hubby grabbed some quick pictures for posterity. His costume was that of a photographer from Penthouse Magazine complete with an open silk gold shirt and black pants all of which came out of the mystery bag he brought. The lady gave me a whispy black wrap to put on to stay legal until I got to the party.
The Cab driver took us quickly to the location of the ball. All he asked for fare was a picture of him and me. So right there under the glaring lights of the hotel entrance, Hubby snapped a picture with the Cabbie's cell phone of me nude except for my paint pretending to flog our cabbie.
Girls, if you have never experienced being stark naked in public with nothing but a thin layer of paint, I can tell you it is an absolute rush. As I walked into the hotel lobby, every eye in the place turned my way. My nipples got immediately rock hard and I thought, if my pussy starts dripping will it ruin my paint down there? Hubby grabbed a few quick pictures and a crowd started to gather. I posed with several hotel guests and finally, a guy from the hotel suggested we join the other guests at the ball as I was creating a commotion in the lobby.
The ball was amazing, and I strutted around like I owned the place. I took pictures with lots of other ball guests; most of whom had costumes of almost every fetish known to man.
As the party was ending, we met several couples who invited us to an after-party. As we were discussing the arrangements, I heard my fetish name “Lady Olivia” called to come up to the stage. I was given a big round of applause as I won the best costume. It came with a check for $500 and some coupons for discounts at a local fetish club.
I was so excited and horny from all the attention, both male and female I received at the Ball. Hubby and the three other couples had arranged for a limo to the private party. Off we went to the party, but that story will need to wait. I am too horny right now to tell it. I just called out to Hubby; it is time for fun!
