Meri and Jon's Game of "Trouble"

Postby Mr Underheel » Mon Dec 16, 2013 2:34 am

"Be a dear and take these to Table 6, Jon. I'm tied up with another customer for just a bit." "Sure thing, Meri." She looked at him out of the corner of her smiled at him teasingly.

Jon almost always knew just what to say, but too often he knew what to say 20 minutes after he should have said it. That's what happened here. His words caught in his throat and, after he dropped off the drinks, he nearly walked into a wall, so distracted he had become. He watched her from across the restaurant as she worked something out with a businessman and his guest. She was good at her job, he thought.

They had started at "Chai" the same day just a week ago. They served tea, coffee, beer, wine, and sandwiches. The atmosphere was very comfortable for college students looking for a place to study, friends that wanted to just hang out, and business people conducting meetings.

He recognized her right away as a girl he had gone to school with for a few years. They were friendly enough but weren't "friends", really. They would smile and say "hello" and would hold two-sentence conversations but it never went beyond that. His secret--one of them--is that he had had a crush on her from almost the first time he saw her.

So now they were working together. It was apparent that she liked him, as a friend at least, or so he assumed. He was much more relaxed and confident outside of the school setting and spoke with her more freely, but when she said something like "I'm tied up", it cut right to his core and rubbed on his secret fetish. A year ago he had met a girl who let him tie her up, but the relationship didn't last. He wasn't sure why, exactly, but it hadn't. Bondage had been on his mind since the first time he had seen Daphne tied up in the "Scooby Doo" cartoons. He wasn't obsessed with it, but he did have this dream.

She was the "Cute" kind of "Beautiful", just his kind. Her jeans always fit well under her white barista jacket and she always--always--wore high heels. He said to her on their second day, "Don't those hurt your feet?" She replied, "There are three keys: buy good shoes, buy good shoes, and buy good shoes. And they help with my tips!" And there was that smile again!

They had become good friends quickly that week. They learned together, they worked the same shifts, they each saw that the other had a great work ethic and they both earned excellent tips. On the fourth day they compared their income from that shift. "You got $5 more than me. I think that those shoes give you an unfair advantage." "Maybe. But I'm not taking them off!" His kind of girl! "You would have to kidnap me and rip them off of me to get me not to wear them."

For once, he turned off his mind filter, the one between his brain and his mouth and said, "If I kidnapped you I would definitely NOT take off your shoes. They're great!" She actually blushed at his comment. "We'll see..." She walked away and got back to work.

That night on the way to their cars, they chatted about the customers of the day. She unlocked her door and started to get in. His courage peaked at just the right time. "So you want to be tied up?" He asked.

"You picked up on that, did you? Yes. And I might let you do that. On one condition, though."

"What's that?"

"You have to let me tie YOU up sometimes, too!"

"UUhhhhhh....ok.....I'll let you do that."

"Soon", she said. She shut the car door, started it up and pulled away.

He stumbled to his car. "Soon", he repeated.

After just one week together, Meri had used that "I'm tied up" line three times. Another time she had said to him that something had "made me want to be gagged". And yet one other time, she said that she could do this job "blindfolded". Could this really be? Could she be dropping him hints about his secret? How could she possibly know how this affected him?

Re: Meri and Jon's Game of "Trouble"

Postby canuck100 » Tue Dec 17, 2013 1:29 pm

I like how you leave doors open for all kinds of new developments. Great story so far!

Re: Meri and Jon's Game of "Trouble"

Postby Mr Underheel » Tue Dec 17, 2013 6:54 pm

Thanks, Canuck! That's high praise coming from you! I just go as far as I can until I run out of time and I try to find a natural stopping place. I hope you like Part 2 as much.

And thank YOU, Meri, for the open invitation to write you into a story. It doesn't take much to influence me, frankly, and your "signature" did just that: influenced this story. Thanks very much!

Re: Meri and Jon's Game of "Trouble"

Postby Mr Underheel » Tue Dec 17, 2013 7:00 pm

“Soon” came the next day. At the very beginning of their shift, Meri said to him, “I’m free tonight. Your place, or mine?” Jon said shakily, “Why don’t you come to mine, since you offered? I have some…’thing’…that will come in handy.”

She smiled and said, “Great! I’ll see you at 7?”

“I’ll see you at 7.”

The rest of the day they were still friendly toward each other and even a bit flirty at times, but both felt a nervous anticipation that neither could deny. Eight hours seemed like eighteen and at six o’clock, they punched out in a rush and walked together to the parking lot.
“See you soon!” she said. He grabbed her elbow and growled, “Yes, and don’t be late.” He kissed her cheek and got into his car. His unexpected forcefulness took her by surprised and excited her! He hadn’t shown that at work or in their conversations thus far. The growing feeling of warmth in her loins was probably the reason that her tires squealed as she pulled onto the road and headed home.

She just needed to freshen up a bit, she thought, as she walked into her flat. Brush the teeth, fresh deodorant…but what to wear? She had worn a red lacy bra and matching boyshorts that day. Those would do. Clean straight-leg jeans that stopped just above her anklebones. A red cami. This was just a casual date with a friend, right? No need to look like she was going clubbing, right? She chose a simple black blouse and did not tuck it in.

He had mentioned shoes, though. That was a no-brainer. Her favorites for casual times were a pair of candy-apple red Enzo Angiolini Atina pumps. Five inch heels with one inch platforms. Perfect! And she was off.

For his part, he had white wine on ice, and some red at room temperature, if she preferred. The living room floor was cleared of furniture and he had positioned there a large covered basket near the middle. There was little else that he needed besides the children’s game “Trouble” that was also sitting nearby.

She knocked on his door at 6:59 and he answered promptly. There was no answer. She knocked again a few seconds later. Still nothing. She checked her watch. It still read 6:59. She knocked again.

Finally, he opened the door and said, “You were early. Thanks for waiting. Come on in. You look fabulous! Wow!”

“Thank you. So do you!” He simply wore jeans, a black quarter-zip fleece top, and a pair of Patagonia hiking shoes. She had always like the way he looked, even back when they were just acquaintances. If she were completely honest with herself she would have acknowledged that she had a bit of a crush on him, too. Now, to be with him under these circumstances excited her greatly.

“Would you like some wine? Anything to eat? Something else? Please, make yourself comfortable.”

“I would love a glass of wine, but just a little bit. If we’re going to do what I THINK we’re going to do, I don’t want to have too much to drink. That’s wise, don’t you think?” “It is. And, yes, we’re going to do what you think we’re going to do.” He laughed.
Neither of them was in the mood for small talk. She sipped her wine and he got right into it.

“We’re going to play a game. You remember ‘Trouble’? Move your pieces around the board, land on your opponent’s piece and send it back to ‘Start’? Get all of your pieces into your ‘Home’ space and you win!”

“Yes, I remember. It has that irritating ‘Pop-O-Matic’ dice built into it. Don’t you hate that sound after a while?” Again he laughed. “Yeah, it can get that way. You probably won’t mind it tonight very much. Ok, here are the rules.”

He laid them out for her. Very simple. This was a “fight to the finish” where either one of them might be the one who gets tied up. And the winner got to keep the other one tied up for two hours at the end of the game.

“During the first phase, if I land on one of your pieces you take something off and I take something off if you land on one of mine. In the second phase, if I land on one of yours I add a rope to you or you add one to me. Get it?” “Got it! Sounds like fun!”

“Just a couple of things, though…Since girls always seem to wear more things than guys, we’ll take everything off in this order: everything on one foot, then everything on the other. Then the top part of your body followed by the bottom part.”

“I’m going to give you one advantage, though. Once you have everything off, you’ll get one more level before I start tying you. You will put those gorgeous shoes back on. OK?”

“We will have 7 ‘rope rounds’, so each of us will apply 7 ties, maximum, to the other. Hands will be last. The first 5 ropes can go anywhere that we want them to go. The 6th rope will bind one wrist. And the 7th will complete the tie-up and will determine the winner. Understand?”
“I think I got it!”

“And then I get to keep you tied up for 2 hours. I mean…the WINNER gets to keep the other tied up for 2 hours.” He smiled at her evilly and rubbed his hands together in Simon LeGree-fashion.

“Oh, and taking off your under things is optional. So here we go!”

They put the game in the middle of the floor and laid down there. “Since we’re going to end up on the floor anyway, we might as well start here!”
They popped and moved and she was the first to lose a piece. She looked him in the eyes as she took off her shoe. “Are you SURE you want me to take these off, even for a minute?”

“I’m going to win. They won’t be off for long! And once you are in my clutches I will make sure that you can’t get them off even if you want to!”
“Oh, how is that?”

He took his finger and traced a line around her ankle and foot. “Because a rope will be going right here…like this…and there’s no way that they will come off.” A shiver ran through her body at his touch. She liked the thought of it and the way that it looked in her mind. Not that she would lose on purpose, but she might not play very conservatively. The next thing she knew she was naked, although she chose to keep on her bra and panties at this point, and he had all of his clothes on still. She could tell that he liked the way that she looked. Or else he had a package of Mentos in his pocket.

Then the game took a turn and she was on a run. Before long he was down to his underwear as well. The next two “hits” were in his favor. She now had the red shoes back in place.

On to the “rope phase” of the competition. He opened the basket for the first time. She peered over the edge with great anticipation. Her eyes grew huge when she saw what was inside. There must have been 30 coils of rope of varying lengths. There were impact toys, ball gags, ring gags, scarves, handcuffs, vibrating toys, too many things for her to comprehend. “Maybe I’ll use all of them on you at the same time”, he joked. “Maybe you WILL”, she choked on her words.

From that point, things went back and forth. For his first rope, he started with her ankles. She was shocked at the length of rope that he selected. It must have gone around her legs 20 times with plenty more to encircle her feet. “I see what you mean. My shoes will not come off, that’s for sure. It feels great! Thank you!” “You’re welcome. Your turn.”

She immediately popped a “6” and landed on his piece. “Give me your feet.” It was obvious that this was not her first experience with this kind of thing. She used a shorter rope but her work was no less effective than his. “How do you like that?” she asked.

“Excellent work! Enjoy this while you can. I’m willing to bet that these exact ropes will be on YOU before the night is over!” She merely laughed at his comment, but inside she was fervently wishing that he would be right.

The next battle was won by Jon. “Let’s go right to the heart of the matter, shall we?” He wrapped this next rope around her waist and threaded it between her legs. Two strands pushed the red boyshorts deeply inside. “Since you chose to leave them on I will honor that. I can’t promise that they will stay there the entire night.” He pulled it tight and tied it off at the small of her back. “That’s two. You’re almost mine now.” She felt her skin turn red as she blushed brightly.

Meri fought back, though unwillingly. Her heart sank when she landed on a piece of his two turns in a row. Dutifully, she added ropes around his knees and thighs. They were very tight, very neat, and very effective. On the outside she was "Ms. I'll Tie Your Ass Up". Inside she was thinking, "How do I cheat in a way that will make me lose this freaking game????"

Re: Meri and Jon's Game of "Trouble"

Postby Mr Underheel » Wed Dec 18, 2013 3:27 pm

As these games typically go, one player can sometimes get hot rolling the die—or, in this case, popping the Pop-O-Matic--and decimate the other player’s board. In this case, when Jon got on a roll, Meri found herself becoming more and more helpless there on the floor. Her bound ankles, feet, and crotch were soon joined by her knees and thighs, so that, according to the rules, only her two wrists remained free. That was quickly down to one.

After wrapping her wrist with the doubled line that he had chosen, he bent her elbow to bring her hand to her shoulder. He connected the wrist with her arm, just above her bicep. This was the first time she had ever experienced a “chicken wing” treatment when she had been tied. It was effective, to be sure, and she could tell right away that he was intent upon her being unable to touch or pleasure herself while she was in her predicament.

“I’m a one-armed bandit. I would still have to add three more to you if I was going to win and you have just one left. I give up”, she said resignedly.

“No, that’s not the game. I have to land one your piece one more time. If you don’t complete this part of the game, I will release you and you will have to leave. We won’t ever do this again. We will be friends, but I won’t play with you like this in the future.”

That was all the convincing that it took. She popped the plastic dome and rolled “5”. She needed to add a rope to him this time. It was too early for her to take a wrist and his legs were tied very well already. She had to roll about on the floor to maneuver herself into position to do anything at all, and had to do it one-handed at that. He enjoyed watching her struggle very much, that was immensely obvious to even the most casual observer. That gave her an idea.

With her one free hand she made a loop in a short, thin line and she lassoed his balls and wrapped it around and around and around his scrotum and then his cock. His body cooperated nicely and stiffened as she “inadvertently” caressed him in the process. He tightened his abdominal and groin muscles in what ultimately was a successful effort to control himself. He looked at her intently. “Was that what you meant to do?” She smiled at him coyly.

Re: Meri and Jon's Game of "Trouble"

Postby Mr Underheel » Wed Dec 18, 2013 4:27 pm

She's gonna be in big trouble soon!

Re: Meri and Jon's Game of "Trouble"

Postby Mr Underheel » Thu Dec 19, 2013 2:16 am

Meri had made a bold move to hit his piece but she was now extremely vulnerable on her own board. "If I roll anything but a '5' it will be all over", Jon chortled. "Pop"..."5". "Dammit. Your turn." She popped a "3" and could have hit him but, with a quick glance at him, she chose a different piece and left his board unscathed. Now, anything but a "2' would allow him to put the final rope on her.

He paused dramatically and then pushed the plastic dome. "1". "Appropriate, isn't it? I roll a '1'. I put the '1' final rope on you. I am Number '1' in this game. And what does that make YOU, little girl?" "All tied up?" she suggested.

He took another rope from the basket and tied it securely around her right wrist. Then he passed it behind her back and pulled her arm with it until her hand came as near to her left, chicken-winged elbow. There he tied it off. "I'm not finished with you yet, my toy."

After he had untied his own feet, he took that rope and passed it between her ankles and then between the red high heels. Pulling it gently, her feet came nearer and nearer to her ass until they nearly touched it. Her hogtie was completed as he fastened the binding to her crotch rope. Immediately she felt the six lines pull even deeper into her and she wriggled as it did. It took nothing more than that for her to realize how much the motion of her legs would now stimulate her clit, though she wisely decided to keep this secret (as if he wasn't aware what would happen) and use it judiciously for the time being. "Lovely!" he exclaimed. But you are nowhere near finished!

Removing the rope from around his knees, he added it to her calves, between her ankle ropes and knee ropes. Unnecessary and yet gorgeous!

Now for the cord that she had used to tie his cock and balls. He knelt near her face and unwrapped it slowly. "What do we think that we should use THIS line for? Look. It has some cum on it." With the rope now free, he put the cum-soaked portion under her nose. "I know where it will go."

The cum was on the rope only a few inches from an end of it and so he held that end against her cheek and wrapped the rope through her teeth and then behind her head. It would encircle her head five more times, pulling her cheeks back and pushing her mouth partially open. "Taste me, cunt. Maybe you will experience that taste again sometime." He saw her pupils widen a little bit, though that was her only obvious response.

"You look gorgeous, Meri. I love you this way! And I get to play with you for two whole hours!"

He unclasped her bra and freed her flesh from its prison. While he could not remove the bra entirely, he did move it out of the way as best he could.

"My, what great tits you have! How wonderful to finally meet them in person!" Meri's breasts were very pleasing, particularly with the way her nipples were reacting to all of this. The center was as hard as a pebble and the areola was pulsating, engorged with blood. He stroked her gently and her chest heaved deeply in response.

He went back to the basket which was still teeming with more coils of rope and chose the longest one there, a one-hundred foot piece. Painstakingly, he wrapped it around her chest, above and below her tits, criss-crossing between them with some wraps, until her flesh was nicely pinched between the ropes that entrapped her. Now, with each breath that she took, the ropes would tighten on the inhale, and loosen slightly as she exhaled.

Hogtied on the floor. She flashed back to her memories of him when they were acquaintances. At any time had she thought that this might have happened some day? That she would be nearly naked and tied up on the floor with him standing over her? No, her bondage dreams hadn't awakened until after high school was over and she wasn't around him anymore. "If I had known then what I know now", she thought.

In the meantime, Jon had picked through the basket again. "I think that you are tied well enough for the moment. We should see how you react to...a little whipping. What do you think? I would spank you but that would mean that I would have to release the hogtie, but it's much too pretty for that. Here, look what I dug up." It was a very thin leather strip, a shoelace she thought. At the very end was a figure-eight knot.

"If I swing this...just right...that knot on the end will give you a surprise!" She thought, "How much could it hurt? It's so tiny!" And then it fell for the first time.

The leather strip itself left a tiny red line on her flesh as it impacted, but that knot did truly "whip" just at the end and it made a "snap" when it hit her. It did absolutely no damage, per se, but it stung as if it had been a bee! Startled, she let out a cry from her rope-gagged mouth. "MOOUUWWMMM!!! He let it fall again. This one landed on her breasts and the knot nearly hit her right nipple. "MOOOOUUUWWWMMM!!!" He let it fall ten times with each repetition leaving a pleasing, though temporary, red line across her stomach and chest.

"Just look at that, my pet! I love it!" She looked down. She thought of her skin as being soft but not as being ultrasensitive. The stinging of each one of these lashes lingered with her. "Don't worry. They will fade by the time I release you. I might add some more later."

He stood over her and looked down at his captive. "So much time and so little to do! Scratch that--reverse it..." He stole a line from Gene Wilder in "Willie Wonka" and laughed at his own joke. "But what shall we do now? You were a bad little girl, losing to me on purpose. You DID lose on purpose, you might as well admit it. Naughty! You will need to be punished. I hate losing but I always want to win fair and square. Punishment...let's see...Where to start?"

Re: Meri and Jon's Game of "Trouble"

Postby Mr Underheel » Thu Dec 19, 2013 3:19 pm

Thanks for the reminder!!!

Re: Meri and Jon's Game of "Trouble"

Postby Mr Underheel » Fri Dec 20, 2013 1:26 am

Well, then, would you want to throw out one more suggestion of something to be included?

Re: Meri and Jon's Game of "Trouble"

Postby Mr Underheel » Sat Dec 21, 2013 3:46 am

"You need to test these ropes to see if I tied you up well enough. See if you can escape, Meri."

She struggled half-heartedly to reach the knots and twisted a little bit against the ropes. Why should she want to escape? She loved the predicament that she was in! The two hours were not going to be enough, she thought.

"This isn't much of a test. Try harder! If I had kidnapped you wouldn't you want to try to get away? Think of it this way: you HAVE been kidnapped! There is no hero on his way to rescue you. If you can't get out of these ropes, you WON'T get out of them! That's your motivation. Now, TRY!"

"Good words", she thought, but she still didn't want to get away.

"Ok, little slut. Maybe this will motivate you." He took a riding crop out of the basket and swatted her ass with it. She squealed when it struck. He didn't stop at just one stroke, though. He peppered her body with it, lashing out at her continually. He concentrated on her tits and particularly on her nipples as she seemed to react the most when he struck those tender spots. Her struggling increased greatly, although it was more a response to the wonderful whipping that she was taking than it was an effort to get out of the ropes.

He was obviously enjoying this whipping. When her breasts started to glow a bright red he knew it was time to move to another part of her body. The crotch ropes were bringing her great pleasure as she squirmed, rubbing against her clit as they did. That area now became the focus of the crop. She squealed now with each impact and she grew closer and closer to a pain/pleasure orgasm that she had not experienced in some time. It lay right now at her doorstep and he could sense it.

"If you are going to cum, you must ask permission first, cunt. Do you want to cum? Are you ready to cum?" She nodded vigorously. "Ask. Don't nod. Ask." He whipped her harder. "YEEFFFFFFF!!!" she called through the rope gag.

"No. You cannot." He threw the crop onto the floor. "Not yet. You haven't earned it."

He walked away and left her alone on the living room floor.

"What the fuck????", she thought. "Where did he go????" He hadn't left the apartment but there she was, helpless, horny, desperate for an orgasm, and denied permission to do so. And now he has disappeared?

Re: Meri and Jon's Game of "Trouble"

Postby Mr Underheel » Wed Dec 25, 2013 3:06 am

She struggled crazily against the ropes and squirmed all around, now sincerely trying to escape. He really wouldn't leave her alone, would he?

The rope around her chicken wing tied arm seemed to make some progress toward loosening, or was that only her imagination. The exertion had nearly exhausted her but when she assessed her situation it seemed that she was no nearer escape than when she started. Hear heart was pumping and her chest was heaving and the crotch ropes had rubbed against her so much that she no longer cared if he had given permission for an orgasm. It came on its own announced by a loud sob that issued from behind the cotton bindings in her mouth. Liquids soaked her panties dripped onto the floor.

Just at that moment he walked back into the room. "I see that you accomplished HALF of what I asked. You really DID struggle! Very good! See that iPad over there? It makes a great webcam. I saw everything. That includes your little unauthorized orgasm. At least it was entertaining! We will deal with that later. I still get to keep you tied for another hour! Part of it will include some discipline. For now, let's see what else we can do with these ropes."

The ropes came off of her legs very slowly. He made sure to drag them across her skin as much as he could and that he touched her gently with his fingers often, caressing her gently. The reaction from her was wonderful! Goosebumps rose and fell all across her body.

But as soon as her legs were free, he re-tied them in strict frogties. Her heels pushed into her ass. Once again, he made sure that the shoes could not come off, those lovely red adornments...and he tied the stilettos themselves to her legs so that her toes were in permanent "pointe" position.

Off came the crotch ropes, still dripping with cum. These he held near his nose, drawing in their aroma. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and then reached his tongue toward the juices. Just before he made contact he asked her, "Do you think I should like these ropes, or would you rather that I licked it from between your legs?" Her eyes grew as big as saucers and she blurted through the rope gag, "MWY WEGS!"

He laughed loudly. "Did you say 'mwy wegs'? I couldn't quite understand you, dear. What was that?" he mocked openly. "MWY WEGS!!! MWY WEGS!!!" "Oh, I see. Is this what you want?" He took a knife that lay nearby and slid it under the soaking wet material of the boyshorts and with a single,powerful upward motion he turned them into a rag. He pushed them aside and buried his face between her legs.

It took her mere moments to understand that he was an expert in this as well. She couldn't tell exactly what he was doing but what was abundantly clear was that she was going to cum again in a moment and there was no stopping it. It wasn't a point where she much cared if she had permission or not, she just let it loose and shot her juices all over his face.

"Well, that was FAST!" he commented. "You're a horny little bitch, aren't you? That's the last that you're going to cum for a while. A good while. Just wait and see", he promised. But since you've had the privilege of a couple of orgasms I think I deserve at least one. But first, let's do something about those arms of yours."

He released both of the from their current positions, again, taking a long time to do so. When he was done, he wrapped ropes around her wrists and tied them tightly to her ankles with her arms directly down her sides. More ropes encircled her waist, pinning her arms there, and matching sets circumnavigated her ribs both above and below her breasts. Then he removed the rope gag.

Bending over her, he pressed his lips to hers and pushed his tongue deeply into her mouth. They held this embrace for some time, flesh exploring flesh. She struggled genuinely now, wishing that she could wrap her arms and legs around him and feel his cock inside of her. She whispered into his mouth as they kissed, "fuck me. please fuck me...."

His lips slowed as she said this and then he stared deeply into her eyes. He closed his teeth down over her tongue and held it for a few moments. "That's what you want?" She nodded slowly at him.

He stepped away and reached into a bag, drawing out a ring gag that was wrapped in black leather. Instinctively, she opened her mouth. It barely fit behind her teeth, but fit it did. Buckling it tightly behind her neck was no chore.

Then he took off his boxer-briefs, the only remaining clothes that he wore and exposed his cock and balls. Straddling her stomach, he took her tits in his hands and kneaded them gently. Quickly he assessed them. "Yes, they are just large enough."

He pushed them together over her sternum and squeezed them hard for a second. Then he parted them and put his cock between, pushing her globes back together to surround it. He had generated enough pre-cum that his flesh would slide pleasingly against hers as he thrust his hips toward them in a slow tit-fuck.

She felt her nipples harden in a way that she could not recall ever happening. His fingers massaged her deeply. Her nipples would find themselves between his fingers and he squeezed them so hard that she yelled. And he continued to pump. She was sure that she was going to cum again. Dammit!, she thought. Oh, well, she thought. I was already going to be punished.

Just as she started to cum, so did he and, as he did, he changed positions and pushed his meat through the ring gag. Her tongue knew what to do and so, after only a few well-timed thrusts he came in her mouth. She worried that she would choke on it since she couldn't swallow normally, but she was able to gather it and gradually work it down her throat.

"That was quite a performance, girl! Very good! You like this, don't you?" She nodded in agreement.

"Our time together is nearly up for today. I hate to have to do it, but I have to untie you now. Two hours is two hours. That was the bet."

As was his wont, he again took a great amount of time to untie her. As soon as the last rope was removed, a tear came to her eye. She had loved being lost in his control so much that, now, she was already craving more.

"Would you like to play this game again someday, little girl? The winner gets to tie up the loser? Or should we just cut to the chase? We get together and I tie you up?"

"Yes," she murmured. "That one." "I just tie you up? I like that idea, too. I will do that and forego the game under three conditions."

"Ok, I'll do whatever you say. What are they?"

"Excellent! The first condition is this: wear this necklace every day until we meet again." It was a thin silver chain that had a tiny silver charm on it that was shaped like a padlock. He placed it around your neck. "This means that you promise to save your bondage activities for me, and only for me."

"Second, when we next get together, you will wear this." He showed her a wide pink leather collar that was studded in silver. "Yes, I will wear these for you."

"Fine. The third condition, well, this is punishment for your cumming the way you did. You will also wear this until we next meet. This might be a difficult condition for you to accept. Will you wear it?" She looked hard at the item that he held, never having seen one before. "Is this what I think it is?" "Probably. It goes between your legs like this..." He threaded it in place, covering her pussy. "This part goes around your waist. And then this strap buckles here. The last thing is this. " He held out a small padlock and slipped it through the hasp.

"I will have the key. We will meet again in a week. You will wear this the entire time and, of course, you will not be able to touch yourself until then. That is my final condition. What do you think?"

She looked him directly in the eye and considered the entire evening, how it had made her feel, that she craved the ropes to be around her, how he had made her feel.

Without looking down, she reached her hand to his and, with a gentle squeeze, the lock clicked closed.

"I

Re: Meri and Jon's Game of "Trouble"

Postby Mr Underheel » Thu Dec 26, 2013 7:40 pm

Thanks, Meri! My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives. (stolen from "Blazing Saddles:, but I don't care!); However I'm up for any suggestions you might have!

Re: Meri and Jon's Game of "Trouble"

Postby abductionfan » Tue Feb 03, 2015 6:41 pm

What an awesome story, hope there is more to it my friend