Sex Games

Mistress Elizabeth leaned her elbows on the table, smiling. "Honesty, at least. Good. I don't want you holding any secrets from me." She leaned back in her chair. "But I never said you had a choice, whether to play or not."

Todd felt the floor drop out from under him. His jaw dropping open, he leaned toward the board again, reaching for the piece.

"And," said Mistress, "in case you have any expectations of minimizing your punishment..."

Todd looked up, though he had not been given permission to look in Mistress' face.

"I want to make sure you play a good game." She smiled even more broadly. "I want you to play to win."

"Yes, Mistress," Todd replied, prepared to obey.

"And to sweeten the victory..." The dominatrix reached into a pocket in her skirt and withdrew a shiny metal object. She held it up, dangling it in front of Todd, at her end of the board. The key to his cock cage.

"Mistress?..." Todd began, not sure what to ask.

She swung the key back and forth... watching his eyes follow... "Yes, if you win the game, I'll unlock you -- for tonight..." Then she withdrew the key, and put it back in the pocket. "But if you lose... I'll leave you locked up for an extra four weeks."

Todd's cock throbbed with pain, inside the tight lock. "Yes, Mistress."

"You want to win... don't you?" she said.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good boy. Now, make your move."

Todd reached out to the red piece, and lifted it. Jumping over Mistress' black piece to the back row. He picked up the black piece, set it aside. Remembering the punishments that Mistress had administered so far. He looked down at the table, again remembering his place as a slave. His voice quavered when he said the words that he MUST say: "King me."

Mistress Elizabeth lifted the red checker, then took one of the discarded black checkers and placed it underneath, stacking the two together, with the red checker on top. Now Todd's piece was the most powerful one on the board, able to move forward and backward.

Todd waited for Mistress' next command, afraid to imagine what she would do next.

"Go to the wall, and retrieve the riding crop, slave," she said.

When Todd returned, Mistress administered one blow to each testicle, making it so hard for him to stand. She gently stroked the tip of the riding crop under Todd's balls, cooing, "That's two swats for two squares." She leaned forward, and gently blew into Todd's ear, nibbling his earlobe. "Now... for taking another of your Mistress' pieces... I want you to kneel on the floor, in a little ball."

Todd dropped to the floor, curling up, his hands balled into loose fists, held closely against his chest. Click... click... click... He could hear Mistress' boots, as she walked around him... Around to his right... then by his head... Trailing the riding crop down his back, between his shoulder blades. Then walking past his left side... trailing the crop down between his ass cheeks... Oh, God, not his balls again! Then THWACK! THWACK! she struck two hard blows on the soles of his feet. THWACK! again, and THWACK! again. Over and over, making Todd's feet feel like they were on fire! The pain was so intense, he only realized Mistress had stopped when she shouted at him.

"Get up!" Mistress commanded.

Todd stood.

"Sit down," she said. And Todd limped over to his chair, barely able to walk. He slumped into it, panting, trying to remember whose turn it was.

Mistress pushed another black checker forward, directly in the path of his king. Was she "throwing" the game? Todd could barely think. He started to reach for his king, when he realized again that he should be waiting for a command to pleasure Mistress. He hardly heard her voice, as she commanded him to lie on the floor, face up. In a moment, she was lowering her smooth, round ass on top of his face, cutting off his air, commanding him to push his tongue deeper into her ass, while her riding crop trailed up his left thigh... then up his right thigh... So hard to think... seeing stars flashing... His tongue deep into her warm hole... Todd licked... and wiggled his tongue... again forgetting all about the checker game... Then suddenly, Mistress' bottom lifted, and Todd exhaled, almost explosively, and gasped in a deep breath of fresh air.

"Up, slave," Mistress commanded. "Sit down, and make your next move!"

And so the game continued. The long, slow game of checkers. Move by move, Todd alternated between pleasuring Mistress -- with his mouth, with his hands, licking, kneading, massaging, sucking -- and receiving so many different kinds of pain. More strokes with the riding crop, slow crushing of his balls, a spiked wheel down all the most sensitive parts of his skin, and the whip -- stroke after stroke, on his ass, on his thighs, on his back. Till, finally, shaking and barely able to see through the tears, Todd jumped his red king over Mistress' final black piece, and removed it from the board.

He stared down at the board, unthinking, the chair digging into his sore buttocks, the floor burning on his aching feet. He waited, shivering. Inhaling deeply, and shuddering as he blew out each breath.

Todd heard a scratching. A scrape of something hard across the surface of the checker board. And Mistress' hand entered his field of vision, now a narrow tunnel of light through the pain, pushing the key toward him. Todd did not recognize it at first.

"You won, slave," Mistress said. "Todd, can you hear me? You won."

Todd stared at the key. Then two thoughts finally met inside his head, and he reached forward, taking the key from Mistress Elizabeth's hand. She let him take it, easily. And he sat still, trying to remember what to do next.

"You may now unlock your chastity, slave -- only for tonight."

"Thank you, Mistress," Todd muttered. He reached down to his crotch with the key, fumbling for a moment, and inserted it into the lock. A simple turn, and click, and the lock slipped out, letting him open the cock cage and set it aside on the table.

"Stand up, and turn around," Mistress said.

Todd stood, feeling dazed. His cock felt so strange, so cold out of the chastity. So light, with the weight and the confinement removed. He barely noticed Mistress moving around -- but he felt her wrapping the cuffs around his thighs, then the cuffs around his wrists. The click-click of locks finally brought Todd out of his daze, and he realized that his hands had been locked at his sides, well away from his newly-liberated penis.

"Mistress...?" Todd began to ask.

"I said you could unlock your cock, slave," Mistress replied, "not that you could stroke it."

Mistress Elizabeth demonstrated, by squeezing her hand around Todd's cock, so very gently, and pulling from the base to the tip. Reminding him of the sensation -- it had been so long! He felt ready to cum, instantly -- but she let go of his cock, and took hold of his chin.

"Look at me, slave."

Todd looked into her eyes.

"You're going to sleep on your back, tonight. No sheets or blankets. NOTHING is to touch your cock -- do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Todd nodded.

"Good boy," she replied. "In the morning, I'll put your chastity back on for you, before releasing your hands." She traced her fingertip around his lips, causing his cock to leap upwards, the pressure so instantly increasing.

"Would you like to be able to stroke it?" Mistress asked.

Todd shook, and his hips began to thrust forward, automatically. "Yes, Mistress! Please, Mistress, let me--"

"Shhhhhhhh!" Mistress said, pressing her finger against Todd's lips, sealing them. "You're going to have to EARN that privilege, slave -- by playing another game. Tomorrow night. Would you like that?"

Todd shivered again, fear and lust warring inside his head, inside his body. He found himself answering, "Yes, Mistress." The words came with so little thought, now.

"When I was a little girl, I was very good at... marbles! Would you like to play marbles with me, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress." More and more automatic.

"Good. Of course, every time you hit my marbles, you get to keep them." She trailed her fingers down Todds chest, around his torso, around the bound arm, to his back, and down the cleft of his ass. "I have some very special plans, on WHERE you will get to them." She laughed, quietly. "And I have a VERY big bag of marbles."

Todd's buttocks clenched together, involuntarily. Still, his resistance was non-existent for now. "Yes, Mistress," he replied.

"Come to bed now, slave," Mistress said, pulling on Todd's arm. "Before you fall asleep, Mistress needs a good licking. You'll get to smell my juices on your face all night long. Won't that be nice?" She hugged his arm closely. "Doesn't it feel so good, to have your cock out of that tight cage?"

Todd walked side by side with Elizabeth, toward their bedroom, no longer thinking words. Simply reacting to the mental images of licking Mistress' slick, wet pussy. "Yes, Mistress." Hands at his sides, mind in neutral, ready to serve. The perfect, obedient slave. Not even thinking about that big bag of marbles, and how the little, cool spheres would feel as they were pushed one by one, up inside him. Tomorrow's game. That was tomorrow's game.

"Yes, Mistress." Tonight was yes, Mistress.

Yes, Mistress.