If my math is correct, I moved into this new department almost two years ago now. Officially it may be a little less. It was a new position within the department that handles the big gamblers (whales and High Rollers) and my boss was a new guy to Las Vegas and this resort. A wonderful “older” gentleman who is a widower. In reality, He is not much older than I am. Later 50’s I would say, maybe 60. He told me that He is trying to end His career here and in this department. To retire out at big pay!

He knows that I am loyal to the job, I love what I do, and that I will do whatever He needs me to do for us to be successful as a team. I am not there to use Him or the position as a stepping stone to bigger things.

He has no idea that I am a slave, only that I seem very “old fashioned” in my ways with men and people of authority. And He likes that. In return, He rewards me with projects that need a discrete, gentle, honest touch.

COVID Makes Us Closer

With the COVID shutdowns and partial resort openings. Not to mention all that craziness in Las Vegas resorts. Some of the people in our small department have either decided to work from home part-time or just take the time off and try to collect unemployment (good luck with that!).

He needs at least one staff member, occasionally two staff people in the office every day and I seem to be one of the only ones who want to be here often. I am not afraid of the “virus” and Master-Sir would go nuts if I were home 24/7 with him! Adding to this is a COVID bonus for the office people who come into work.

So he and I have been alone for a lot of the time since I returned from Chicago. Being in the back of the office area, we are pretty much left alone except when a VIP arrives or the VIP lounge calls and tells us that someone needs their hand held for something silly.

Sunday, He and I were locked in our office area like we are most weekends. Doing reports, end of year balances, and sending out holiday emails to our clients. In reality, not doing much of anything but watching the clock move.

In the conference room, the shades drawn closed except for one or two that let us see the entrance. We also have monitors showing us the VIP lounge and Check-in area. My Boss starts to shuffle papers with no focus. I have learned that this means He wants to ask something, but he is not sure what or how to ask.

We have both seen too many other executive-level people get fired for saying something that was not politically correct or they asked a subordinate a question that they found “offensive”. And His actions tells me this is one of those conversations that may cross the line.

I let Him know, again, that I am not afraid to call an ace an ace and that I like it when He does the same with me. Unless He knows if we are being recorded or watched. Too many cameras in a resort. Often times like this, when we are alone in the office, I am in need of some conversations, talking, noise. So He agrees – after asking me several times to let Him know if He goes too far in the questions. This has me smiling and yet has me worried as well.

Loyal and Obedient

He smiles, looks at His papers, and tells me He has enjoyed having me in the office with what seems like no desire to go further up the ladder. He likes that He can depend on me to get things done that benefit the team, not just me or my future employment. And (pause)He has heard me call Him “Sir” more times than He can count yet there is no sign of Military service or relations in my files.

What is in my files are notes from my previous Bosses (who knew of and enjoyed using my slave skills while at work) talking about my dedication, duty?, company loyalty, and the desire to help make the leadership team look good to upper management. He said that reading what others have said in my files, it sounds almost like they were talking about a pet, a well-trained dog, or something like that! (smiles!)

He was curious to why I am like that? Why I am not there to climb the ladder into upper management? And then He stopped, blushed, and said that He may have heard me wrong, but He swears He heard me refer to someone with another word similar in meaning to “Sir”. A word He has never heard in an office environment before so will not say it.

After a slight giggle and a blush. I begin to tell Him how I prefer to not lead. That I have the utmost respect for people in leadership positions. as for the Military? I explain how some of my favorite Aunts and Uncles were in the Military and I always use the term “Sir” when talking to the men that I respect and have honor for.

He looked at me with His most serious of looks. “Your husband was in the Military?” As soon as those words came out of His mouth, He immediately started to apologize. Telling me He went too far in that question. Stopping His attempt to take it all back, I asked for a minute while I send a reply text to my “Husband”. Faking that He had just sent me a text that needed a reply. I sent Him a text asking for permission to answer the questions. I needed to know what to do.

My Owner replied “NP. I trust you to use your best judgement. Keep it clean and to a minimum”

I looked at my Boss with my most serious and worried look I could. I asked that whatever we talk about here, today, is kept between us. He agreed. I explained that in Las Vegas, especially at the level of management we are at, the resorts don’t like it when word leaks out over social media that their staff may publish them doing the whole “what happens in Vegas” too far.

To be honest, we both know several people in the offices who lost their jobs when tweets or Facebook messages posted showing them in what could be thought of as improper adult situations.

Pausing to see if He was still wanting to know. He was. I explained how we, “husband and I” are on the kinkier side of life. We are not swingers, but we do have a not-so-vanilla-marriage. Adding that several people who come into our department daily, I know that they are swingers from seeing them or meeting them at events. However, we will never acknowledge that we know each other because of that or even talk about the kink stuff in the office out of fear for our jobs.

He smiled. Telling me that if we are not swingers, yet we know the people that are. And that I refer to certain people like my Husband with a word like “Sir”. It means that??? I smiled without answering.

He smiled again then asked me to order us a lunch delivery. I smiled and told Him how that proves that He understands, as I dialed our favorite delivery place. I obeyed!

After placing the order, He smiled. Or maybe it’s because He could not stop smiling. He asked if He could use the word “submissive” to describe me? I smiled and asked if He would not use that word in the official files or out loud, but between us, I am ok if that helps Him understand who i am and how I can help Him look better to the suits upstairs.

For whatever reason, that made Him start to tell me about His late wife. He has told me things about her and them before. But this was getting more personal. How she was brought up in the old world, family structure, and how she took that into their marriage. She was a lot like me, He said. Very smart, very professional. But He liked how she would bow to a man when they came into the room or started to talk. She did not bow like to bend over, but more like she would pass the focus of the conversation and the spotlight onto the man and off of her. She never wanted the spotlight on her. She just wanted to be there for the man in the spotlight. if that made sense? And it certainly did.

New Year, New Goals

That led us into another conversation! He asked if I was comfortable if we talked about the dark side of Las Vegas. The real Vegas. He said that 2021 would be the year He stopped grieving for the life He had before she passed away. it was now time to move on and to live in the now. for Him to stop focusing all His energy on work and His career. It was time to try to get out and to meet people who wanted to live life outside the office! To become one of the “locals”. I almost spit out my drink laughing. Two years living here and He has yet to really see Las Vegas off the Strip or outside the gated community where He lives.

I assured Him, I could help Him to navigate the traitorous waters of the Las Vegas singles scene. Help Him not get caught up in anything that could jeopardize His career before He retires and maybe show Him how to find a lucky lady to spend some alone time away from the office with. We just need for Las Vegas to open back up and people to start coming out into the sunshine again.

That was His goal for the new year. get out of the office, discover Las Vegas, date, and to explore the things he never had time to explore or to experiment with things that are on tourist bucket list things. To see what really makes Las Vegas unique and to really understand why people want to come here and be someone else.

To Be Someone Else?

One of the things we hear about in our meetings with tourism professionals and the people who offer services to people who want to be like a high roller (yes, you can be a fake high roller if you have the credit card that can take it) is that people like to come to Las Vegas because they can do things here they can’t do back home. They can be whoever they want to be because nobody knows them here.

Working beside our clients who have the money to do whatever they want and we have the power to make whatever they want happen, we get to see what it’s like to let your imagination go wild in las Vegas. But we always have to be the discrete, sober ones making sure everything goes right and the client is not in any danger. He now wants to try to live a little on the other side of our velvet rope. while still staying safely employed!

My Boss came here from the Midwest and was raised very conservatively. He still has a few things that keep Him grounded in that way of life. Besides His grieving for His late wife. He never really let Himself go get wild. He also needs to protect His job and can’t risk being too wild in public. I get that. I think that’s what He was feeling me out for. I think He was wanting to make sure I could be that person who He could trust to help Him have that secret life when He is off the company leash. He would know my secrets, I would know His secrets.

The Truth Comes Out

Just as we were closing everything down for the night and wrapping up our sordid conversation. He smiled, looked at me from a few feet away, and told me what He was about to say to me will either get Him fired or makes us really good friends. But it needs to be said!

“We are both from that era when certain people of certain body styles never got a fair break. They got, what i guess they call bullied. I was one of those who probably did some of the bullyings in my younger days. I just wanted to say that I know it wasn’t right. But it was how we lived.” I had to agree with Him and understood exactly what He was saying. No apology needed if that is where He was going. It wasn’t.

As He continued, I started to wonder if something wasn’t dropped in His soft drink from lunch because of where He went with the conversation. “I really do enjoy having you in the office. seeing you here and working as hard as you do. What I enjoy is seeing how well you wear yourself and carry yourself. I wish some of the other people around here would do the same. You are always so confident in what you wear, how you wear it, and how you walk around here. Looking like you own the world and nobody will tell you otherwise. (pause) And it doesn’t hurt that you show off a little cleavage, I like that.”

Long Pause as what He just said started to register in my head. I smiled. Asking if He liked the cleavage? I try to keep it professional. Not too much I hope. He was happy with what I showed. Telling me His wife was a C-Cup at best and she was proud of what she had. “I like that in a woman. confidence to tell the world what you have and what you know. Ok, Now I better shut up before I lose my job”

I admitted working here is one of the only times I am “allowed” to wear a bra. He laughed, started to walk away when He told me we may have shared more than we are allowed to in the working environment. We needed to both go home and just enjoy the holidays. I agreed as we shut everything down and locked the office doors. He went His way, I went my way. I went home. Not really sure what to think of the conversation we just had. But I am glad He asked the questions. I am happy to have this kind of trust with my boss.

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