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Lost Myself In A Game Ch. 01

By: snicker69



It started as a typical Friday evening. The little living room in our four bedroom condo was getting a bit cozy. My roommate, Eric, had is girlfriend Lashawn over. She had brought a couple of her sorority sisters, Joanna and Melissa. Matt and I were the two roommates without girlfriends, so we appreciated Lashawn's habit of bring her friends over - unattached or not. Joanna and Melissa were good looking, but it was too early in the evening even guess if anyone would be getting lucky tonight. Not that I had ever been successful, be in a twenty one year old virgin college junior. But there was always that fantasy hanging out there, alive, that I would actually score. We were having a couple of beers and discussing what bars to hit later. Rick, another roommate, and his girlfriend Shelly just returning from the video store with their picks for the evening.

Matt announce their choices, '"When Harry met Sally", "You have Mail", and "Sleepless in Seattle", dang Rick, your so whipped. Why do you always let her pick?'

"Hey, I like those movies", offered Joanna. "How about we stay here, mix up some fuzzy navels or bullfrogs, and watch the movies?"

My first reaction was "oh, great - go to the bars with Matt or stay home and watch chick flicks".

Then Eric piped in "That sounds cool, I need to save a few bucks anyway", and he started to the kitchen. Well, that sealed it; the girls at hand would not be going to the bars with us. 

That changed my attitude a bit, though. Saving a few bucks was always good, particularly if you were only going to get buzzed and wake up alone in your own bed anyway. At least the scenery would be nice and there would not be a hundred other guys trying to hit on them. I made my way to the kitchen. Sitting alone in the recliner was no way to keep my pipe dream of hooking up with Melissa or Joanna alive. Maybe preparing and serving drinks would create an opportunity, or at least a seat next to one of them on the couch. Dang, how pitiful is that?

Well, just like old Mother Hubbard, our shelves were almost bare. Not enough of anything, except beer. So off to the store it was, "Booze run, I'll go get it if get enough of a collection..." I shouted walking back to the living room. There I collected the money, mostly from the guys, as usual. "Any one want to walk with to Ray's?" I asked moving for the door, just hoping it would be Joanna or Melissa eagerly jumping up. But, once again my wish went unfulfilled. It was Matt that finally got up from his perch on the wood stove (not currently in use). We walked the three blocks to Ray's corner liquor store and back, comparing notes on the girls. The consensus was that neither of us would kick either of them out of bed, if we got that lucky.

Entering the front door we could see from the empty beer cans that we got back just in time. Dropping a fresh, cold twelve pack on the table we continued on into the kitchen. The seating arrangement had changed in the living room too. The couples now occupied the couch, Joanna had the recliner, and Melissa had the arm chair matching the couch.

In the kitchen, we found that someone had washed the blender and enough glasses for all. A minor miracle, considering our household. Matt and I set to mixing a couple batches of fuzzy navels. Matt delivered the first round as I finished up the second. Matt didn't return to the kitchen, so I poured the frothy cold mixture into the remaining four glasses. I delivered glasses to Rich and Shelly and returned for Joanna's and mine. Matt had declared is preference for Melissa. That was fine; I was partial to Joanna's blond hair and brown eyes, not to mention her larger boobs. Or was that just her tight, low cut top? As I handed Joanna her drink I joked, "You took my seat." Pretending I was going to sit on her. 

Just as I was about to stand up and head for the open floor between the coffee table and the TV, she said "I think there is room for both of us". For me the strike out master, this was like hitting a home run! She slid over tight against the arm rest and I squeezed in next to her. It was a bit too tight and she giggled a bit as she lifted her legs over my, ending up more or less on my lap. I could feel myself turning a bit red, and hard-on sprouting. Did she notice? Did she care? God, I felt like such a goober. I could feel her breast rubbing against my arm and there were those smooth, tan legs right here. I was in goober heaven.

Matt was back at his usual perch on the wood stove, between the couch and the arm chair. He had that stupid half grin that said both "you lucky shit" and "damit" at the same time. Rick and Shelly were snuggled up together, as usual. Lashawn was whispering to Eric, just loud enough for everyone to hear "Gee, maybe Bill will get lucky to night". For the most part everyone was focusing on their drinks and "When Harry met Sally". 

It was just getting to the part where Meg Ryan is doing the fake orgasm, when we were getting to the bottom of our glasses. I started to move to get up when Eric said "Ouch, I'll get next round started". Having Lashawn's elbow firmly planted in he ribs. Joanna and I had been sitting shoulder to shoulder but as settled back, she moved forward, encouraging me to put my arm around her. I was in goober heaven. God, she smelled good. 

Just as Meg was finishing her orgasm, Eric called out "Hey, Melissa, I bet you could do better than that!" 

"Oh, ya" she shot back, "what is it worth to you to find out?"

"How about a night in the love shack?"

Lashawn cut in, "That's my shack, and you had better not be sharing! What about you Joanna? I bet you could put on a better show than Melissa. Looser has to shotgun a beer!"

That did the trick! Both girls started to moan and groan, panting, getting louder and louder. Joanna stared wiggling and squirming on my lap. There was no way she could not feel the hard on in my pants now, and she started grinding my bulge. Oh, man I was going to cum in my pants if she didn't stop soon! She dropped her glass on the speaker next to the chair and put her arms around me, as she continued grinding and moaning. 

Eric came flying back into the room "Oh, ya! You both have her beat!"

With that Joanna screamed out and I could feel her shudder and shake all over as she squeezed me tight. I still hadn't lost my load, but oh was I close. Then is struck me, she had a real orgasm! Or did she? She had me fooled if it wasn't. She was just panting now with her head on my shoulder. Then she whispered in my ear "Oh god that felt good. I can't believe I really did it." And she nibbled at my ear lobe. 

I had hardly notice that Melissa had given up on the contest. When Joanna flipped her head up and around saying "So, how was that? You thirsty Mel?"

"I don't know about that, I don't think you were really faking it!"

"Do you want to do the honors?" Eric called to Matt, as he tossed him a beer and a pocket knife. The implication being that Melissa had lost the contest. Matt dutifully prepared the can of beer, above Melissa's protests. Rick and Eric started the chant "Mel, Mel, Mel". Melissa took the beer when offered by Matt, covered the opening with her mouth, popped the top, and downed it like a pro as a cheer went up from the room.

Joanna asked where the bathroom was and I pointed the way. As she got up I took close look at here ass. I just wanted to reach out and grab it! Man, she was hot! I couldn't help but stare as she headed for the bathroom. Ya, I had a good buzz going now, but there was something more. Just as she was closing the door I snapped back to something approaching reality. I had to take a leak too, or I was going to burst.

As I headed to the upstairs bathroom Lashawn was laughing and said again "Bill just might get lucky tonight! Don't run away and hide!"

I couldn't believe my relief opening my pants and letting my rod spring out! Now, could I relax enough to pee? Thirty seconds later the answer was 'yes', did that ever feel good. 

Back down stairs I found Joanna back in the chair, Shelly was alone on the couch, and Melissa and Matt working at the blender in the kitchen. Rick, Eric, and Lashawn were at the kitchen table with a deck of cards and a bong. 

"How about some poker after we get a couple of hits?" Rick called out.

"What are we playing for?" asked Matt as he started to make the rounds with a pitcher of bullfrogs.

Lashawn replied "Let's do the ice cube tray of beer." And with that Eric grabbed an empty tray off the counter and filled it with beer. Lashawn hoped up after a hit from the bong and grabbed straws from the cabinet above the stove and started handing them out. When she reach Joanna, Joanna gave me a look like "should I?" Not thinking I nodded and she accepted the straw.

Every one crowded around the table, except Shelly. She just kept watching here movies. She never really liked it when we all stayed in like this. When the movie was over she would go to Rick's room and wait for him there.

Sitting around the table, I was between Rick and Joanna. She was sitting close on my right, which was nice, but not so good for playing cards. Matt was on the other side of Rick followed by Melissa, Eric and Lashawn. We all had our straws and Lashawn was explaining about how to use them "You bet how many cubes you will drink through the straw, if you loose the bet. If you bet more and the number of squares in the tray, you can raise by switching to something stronger than beer." At which point she grabbed the vodka and gin from the counter and put them on the table. "If you fold, you have to drink. So, only the winner doesn't drink, unless they really want too" she laughed.

After only a few hands we were all pretty ripped. Particularly since we were all buzzed to begin with. Fortunately, we soon ran out of gin and vodka and were running low on beer. Leave it to Eric to switch the game. Even though he had been going out with Lashawn for over a year, he was always looking for a little on the side. 

It was Melissa's bet and she complained "I can't drink any more or I am going to puke. I already know I will have a killer hang over." 

Eric's response was "OK, how about your shirt? You know strip poker?" This got Eric a nasty look from Lashawn and a shot to the ribs.

Without even thinking she replied, "OK". She lost that hand and slipped her top. The guys were checking her out. She had a lacy bra on and her tits appeared larger than when she had the top on. "Next hand", she prompted and on we played.

As we continued on our new game, everyone seemed to be losing about the same and we were all soon in our underwear. It was great to see the girls in just bras and panties. Joanna made a show of it when she lost. Dancing like a stripper and the guys couldn't get enough. "You have to win them if you want to see more!" was her challenge. 

The girls also had fun as we lost our pants and sat there in our white briefs. It was an interesting contrast to see their colored panties, red and purple, and our tighty whities.

Being so near the end, no one really wanted to be the first to loose it all. I was dealt three fours, so I offered up my briefs. Going around the table Rick and Matt folded. Melissa looked right at me and anted up with her bra and raised with her purple string bikini panties. Eric and Lashawn each folded, and so do Joanna. I had nothing to call with, nothing left to take off. I could feel my self shutter as I looked for a way out. Everyone just stared back.

It as Eric again, "What about being her slave for the rest of the weekend?"

Hmmm. My head was still spinning, mostly from the booze. The last couple of hands that she lost, Melissa was bluffing. What if I lost? Cleaning her apartment, washing her car, what would I have to do? It couldn't be that bad could it? Looking around, the clock showed 11:30pm. Time wasn't moving very fast.

Matt was starting a chant, "Go for it! Go for it!" Rick, Eric, and Lashawn were joining in too.

"OK, I'll do it! I raise you to slave for the weekend!" I couldn't believe I was doing it. What would I do with her for the rest of the weekend? Messages, cooking, cleaning, or what?

Melissa just smiled. Her blue eyes sparkled. Oh, shit! Had I lost? "Call", she said.

I dropped my cards on the table. 

Her smile now stretched from ear to ear as she said, "Give me your briefs, Slave!" She dropped her cards and it was a full house. She was beaming.

Everyone was shouting "Take it off, take it off!"

I was numb as I push my chair away and stood up. Before I could reach to pull my shorts down, Joanna yanked them down around my ankles. My dick sprang out as they all cheered. Even Shelly came over and was cheering. 

I knew I was turning red in the face. My hands instinctively moved to cover myself. I was so embarrassed.

Melissa saw that and her face changed. She was serious now, the smile gone as she barked "Don't you dare cover up! You are mine now and I want to see what I have. Turn around!"

The others quieted down a bit, but the whistles and comments keep coming as I turned as commanded.

She got up and came over to me. "Stop turning!" She reached out and grabbed my ass, "Not to bad." Then she grabbed my still hard rod and squeezed it. "How nice of you to salute. We might have to do something about this! Now get your clothes and mine and go to your room. Wait there until I come to get you!"

Still a bit dumb founded I didn't move fast enough for her, and she spanked me hard with her bare hand. "Get moving!"

I immediately responded and grabbed the clothes and headed up stairs to my room. Joanna was smiling and definitely checking out my cock. This was so embarrassing! Lashawn as running around "Where's my camera. I have to have a shot of this!" That made me move more quickly. It was one thing to be naked in front of other people, but a totally different thing to be caught on film. As I turned on the landing, I could over hear them talking about me, my reaction, my body, and of course, should they continue the game.

Walking into my room I couldn't understand what they were saying. It was all just a mumble coming through the floor. I dropped the clothes on my bed and started to get dressed again.

"Did I say you could do that?!"

Needless to say that startled me. I hadn't here Melissa come up the stairs. I was just pulling up my pants when I got another hard swat on the ass. I didn't know what to think. This was all so strange. I let go of my pants and they dropped around my ankles.

"Take them off! Now! What is your problem? Are you stupid? You belong to me now and you will do what I say!" Smack! Another shot to the ass. I don't know if it was still the shock of it all or being drunk, but I didn't respond fast enough. This time I got another smack to the ass, underwear yanked down, and shoved on to my bed. "Get those things off from around your ankles and get on the floor! You will kneel before me!"

I got it this time and was on my knees before here in a second. My head was spinning as I looked up to see Melissa standing there in front of me. She was beautiful, just standing there in her matching purple bra and bikini bottoms. 

Smack! A slap to the face. "Eyes down! I didn't say you could look at me. You must be stupid! Here are the rules. You do what I say and nothing else. You will not even pee without my direction. You do not look me in the eye. When I give you a command, you will respond with 'Yes, Mistress' or 'thank you, Mistress'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress", was my reply.

"OK, kiss my ass." She had turned and backed her ass right up to my face. I looked up slightly to see that she had pulled her panties down, giving me a full moon. I planted a kiss on each of her smooth cheeks. "Very good, Slave. That was the first thing you have managed to do right. OK, where do you keep your underwear?"

"Here Mistress" as I pointed to the second drawer of my dresser. She moved to the dress and opened the drawer. "Nothing but the stupid white briefs! God, what am I going to do with you? I guess we will have to get you some decent clothes." She just started to go through all the drawers, complaining about what she didn't find. Moving to the closet didn't improve things much. The only positive thing was that to get to the closet she had to close the door to my room.

"Stand up!" This time I did it in time to avoid another hit. I could see that she had picked up a length of string. She tied a loop at one end. She came over to me and slipped the loop over my balls and cinched it up snug. She gave it a gentle tug and said "OK, this will be your leash until we get something more suitable. Disobey and I'll let you know." There was another tug and I had a clear understanding. I didn't dare say anything.

"Do you understand?" There was a tug on the string.

"Yes, Mistress."

She grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt with her free hand, tossing them on the bed. "Put these on."

I reached for the shorts and began to put them on. Yank! "What do you say?!?" That one hurt!

"Yes, Mistress!"

"That's better. Now get dressed. Thread the string down the leg of your shorts." She handed me the string and started putting here cloths back on. 

I complied with here request, "Yes, Mistress."

I finished dressing before she did and was standing there in bare feet, T-shirt, shorts with a string in my hand that ran up my leg into my shorts.

"Thank you" she said as she took the string from me. "Now put your shoes on, no socks. Where is your wallet?"

"Yes, Mistress. My wallet is there in the back pocket of my pants." She reached down and pulled my wallet out and held it in her string hand. 

When I had my shoes on she said "Let's go get you something proper to wear." With a gentle tug of the string she opened the door and led me out and down the stairs.

As we came down the last set of stairs I could see that everyone had theirs clothes back on. The couples were together on the couch, and Matt and Joanna were sitting at opposite ends of the room in the recliner and arm chair. I was kind of glad, because I still wanted Joanna. It was a few seconds before anyone noticed the string and started with the jokes and comments.

Melissa cut in, "We are leaving now. Joanna, would you like a ride home? Or are you going to hang out a while longer?"

"Sure. It is getting late."

That brought a disappointed look to Matt's face. Oh, well.

We walked out to Melissa's car. She led me around to the back and opened the trunk. "In you go." And she pointed into the open trunk. I hesitated a second and got a tug on the string. 

"Yes, Mistress." I climbed in and she slammed the lid shut. Thankfully she had a fairly new car so the trunk was clean.

"We are going to make a couple of stops on the way home. OK?"

"Ya, that's fine." Was Joanna's reply as the car started to move.

For the first few minutes I thought I could tell were we were going, but then it got hard to follow. What really though me was when I think we got on the freeway. I didn't think we were anywhere close to the freeway. Finally, after what must have been about 20 to 30 minutes of driving we came to a stop. During the drive I couldn't hear what Mistress and Joanna were saying over the road noise. Not to mention that I as feeling cramped all balled up in the trunk.

I heard the doors open and close as they got out of the car. Where were we? 

"What size do you wear, Slave?" Mistress' voice came through the trunk.

"For what?" I replied. 

"Don't make me open the trunk to punish you! You stupid piece of shit! What is your waist size?"

"Sorry Mistress. Thirty three, thirty four or so."

"Thanks, better!" I heard Joanna try to stifle a laugh as they walked away.

Fifteen minutes later they climbed back into the car and we started moving again. It was another ten before we parked gain.


Lost Myself In A Game Ch. 01



"I am going to let you out now. Hand me your string before you get out. OK?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"We are going into a store and I don't want you to say a word or do anything to embarrass me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

The trunk opened and I could see Mistress Melissa and Joanna standing near the car. We were in a small shopping center parking lot, but I didn't recognize it. I fumbled around for my string and offered it up as my Mistress stretched out her hand. She held it lightly as I climbed out, but I still got a few "accidental" tugs from the awkward movements. Standing up, I noticed we were in front of Cupids Corner. It was a novelty and sex toy shop. Eric sometimes talked about things he and Lashawn had seen or purchased there, but I had never been to that kind of store before.

"Close the trunk." Snapped me to attention.

"Yes, Mistress." Yank! That one as so hard I almost fell to the ground.

"I told you not to say anything! Now do it and shut up!"

Joanna let out a little gasp.

"Oh, he will be all right. If he learns fast enough. Let's go. They close at two and we have a lot of shopping to do."

Mistress and Joanna led the way and I trailed closely behind. The string was only three or four feet long, so I couldn't lag much.

Inside I was shocked with all that I saw. Rows of porn videos, clothes racks with leather things and lingerie, magazine racks with porn, book shelves with stories and how to books, wall racks with dildos and dongs, blow up dolls, whips, and display cases with all manner of probe and clamps. There were things I could not even imagine a use for. I was starting to get scared.

A slight tug on the string let me know I was starting to fall behind. I quickened my step. Not just to avoid a stronger tug, but also to try to hide string from the five or so other people in the store.

I was led first to the wall where the collars were. Mistress and Joanna discussed a couple different ones. Holding them up to my neck like they would a necklace in a jewelry store. Finally they decided on the plain, wide one with a large buckle and a single ring. Joanna put it around my neck and buckled it snug, with the ring in the front and buckle in the back. Next their attention turned to cuffs for my wrists and ankles. That was faster, as they just grabbed the matching set for the collar. Then came the leash, which Mistress clipped to the ring on my new collar. I felt my face turning red again and I could feel the people in the store looking at us. Looking at me. It was so embarrassing and humiliating.

"You are doing well now. Just ignore them." She whispered in my ear. She let the leash drop and hang from my collar. It was a medium weight chain with leather handle. She kept the string leash in her hand as she led me around. Mistress and Joanna were looking at the racks of leather goods. Every now and then they would hold up a harness or underwear, shake their heads and put them back.

Finally it looked like we were moving to the register to check out. At the counter display case there were all manner of binding devices for cocks and balls. Joanna pointed to one that looked scary to me, and chuckled as she whispered to Mistress Melissa. The clerk came over. She was a skanky looking bitch.

"You have him try it on and you own it, only fifty bucks. But I will make you a deal. Have him model it up here on the counter and I'll give it to you for free. If I can get a couple of pictures, I let you have everything you picked out for nothing."

Oh God, no pictures! I was about to say something when there was mild tug on the string.

"Add a hundred dollar credit and you have a deal, pictures and all." Was Mistress' reply.

"Deal." Said the bitch as she opened the case and removed the item. 

Mistress turned to me. "Take off your shirt." I complied. She grabbed up my new leash and dropped the string leash. "Drop your shorts."

The others in the store were now gathering around. I had thought there were only five or so in the store, now it seemed like twenty.

"Put it on." I reached out and started to fumble with the devices. Not knowing what to do with it.

The clerk bitch disappeared and now reappeared with a couple of cameras and a camcorder. Oh shit, video too.

Mistress saw this and said, "No video, that is not part of the deal."

"What is your price?"

"No video, no price."

I was still fumbling, not sure how the thing worked. 

"Fine. Dang it, you can't figure it out? Let me do it." And the bitch came around the counter, taking the leather and steel mess from me. She loosened a buckle here and undid a snap or two and said "Step into it like underwear."

I obeyed. And she slipped part of it over my cock and another around by balls. It was stretching my balls away from my body causing them to ache a little. My cock was pointing straight out, partly on its' own and partly from the device. She reached around the counter and grabbed some weights.

"OK, up on the counter." The bitch said, "Time to earn your keep."

There were hoots and whistles as I climbed up. Mistress Melissa kept hold of my leash and was smiling. "Good boy!" She said. "Turn around so everyone can get a good look."

"That is one of my originals. Hold still as sec." Said the bitch as she focused in for a close up shot of my crotch. "Open your legs a bit so I can see." After a couple of snaps she switch to a digital camera for a few. "That's it. Now let's add these." She picked up one of the weights and hung it from a ring on the strap around my balls. "Keep your legs spread." She snapped a few more shots on both cameras. She added another weight. It ached a bit, but didn't hurt. Yet. I couldn't believe how much my scrotum was stretching! "OK, climb down and go over by the wall for a couple shots."

She hadn't removed the weights, so the last little hop to the floor caused the weights to bounce. Now that hurt. I thought I was going to pass out. There was a tug at my collar as Mistress led me to the wall. She stood as far away from me as the leash would reach and the bitch snapped a few head to toe shots on both cameras.

"OK. I got what I wanted." Said the bitch. 

Mistress led me back toward the register. Joanna was waiting there with my shirt and shorts in hand. Mistress collected a $100 gift certificate from the bitch and asked, "Can we get copies of the pictures too?" The crowd was thinning, thankfully.

"Uh, OK. Hang on. I'll have the digital ones put on a CD for you with some other stuff. Ralph, get your ass out here I have a job for you. Oh, the regular pictures will be ready Sunday afternoon, but you will have to pay for the duplicate prints." He hand the cameras to a scruffy man that came out from the back office door. "Make a special CD for the ladies. Include the new pictures off the camera." 

"OK. It will take me 10 minutes. Be right back." And he disappeared back to the office.

Mistress handed my leash to Joanna. "What to walk him around a bit and put him in the car?"

"OK." And she started leading me around the store. As we walked the contraption imprisoning my manhood started to ride up by ass. It was starting to get uncomfortable and I was wondering if I would get my shirt and shorts back before leaving the store. A couple of times a woman browsing near by would reach out and grab either my ass my dick and smile. Joanna just kept moving, as if nothing had happened. I soon got my answer about my clothes - no. Joanna led me out the front door and toward the car. I looked around to see who was there, but what could I do? There was no one there. After all it was a quarter to two in the morning. Most folks were sleeping or trying to squeeze in last call at the bars.

Joanna popped open the trunk and gestured for me to climb in. Once I curled up, she dropped my leash in. "You having fun yet? You had no idea what you were doing with that bet did you?" 

I started to answer and she put her finger to her lips, "shhh." Then I could her Mistress walking up.

"Got it." As she wiggled the CD in her fingers and smiled. "She said that if we call ahead next time we could get more stuff free by doing more modeling. She also asked if we would to some too and we didn't have to show if we didn't want to. Let's get home and see what we have on this CD." She looked in at me with a smile and slammed the trunk shut.

After fifteen minutes of bouncing around in the trunk we were parked again. The trunk finally popped open and Mistress Melissa reached in and grabbed my leash. "Come now. Time for a little walk. Carry these things, they're yours anyway." And she shoved my shirt, shorts, and a plastic shopping bag from Walmart at me... 

...more to come...



Lost Myself In A Game Ch. 02



We were in a quiet residential neighborhood and we were parked on the street. Looked to be fairly nice homes. I was led up the walkway for the large house in front of which we had parked. We veered across the drive way and through the side gate. The cool night air kind of felt nice to my exposed skin. As we emerged from the side yard I could see a pool and Jacuzzi, flanked by a pool house/guest house. That was where we headed.

"You are not to leave this house without permission. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And take that thing off for now." As she pointed at my crotch and dropped my leash.

"Yes, Mistress." What a relief. At least they had taken the weights off at the store, but is was getting uncomfortable. I started immediate to figuring out how to remove it.

"Joanna, you want to go in the Jacuzzi?" Mistress called out.

"Ya." Joanna replied as she disappeared down the hall, to I assume was the bedroom(s) and bathrooms.

Mistress pointed to the kitchen area and commanded, "Fix us some of those fuzzy navels you made so nicely, earlier this evening. I expect them to be ready when I come back out." Then she headed down the hall too.

I realized my current state. I was naked. Nothing on except a collar and cuffs. I was actually somewhat comfortable with it. Strange. That very morning I freaked when Lashawn almost walked in on me in the shower. (She was always sleeping over and there were occasionally close calls. I wasn't sure if the were truly accidental or not.) Now I was parading around nude in front of two hot women, who would have made me blush just by smiling at me. Not to mention the scene at Cupids Corner.

I set about making the drinks. Man, did they have a stocked bar! This must be her parents place or something. It was nice, but I would have wanted to be farther away from mom and dad while in college. I was just pouring the glasses when the emerged from the hallway. They were both wearing thongs with tiny tops. Red and purple, similar to the underwear they and on before, but more revealing. I could feel a hard on starting.

"Well you finished just in time." Mistress commented as she walked over. "Did I tell you that you could have any?" She said as she noticed that I had poured three glasses from the pitcher.

"No, Mistress. Sorry."

"I'll let you slide this time. You did good at the store, so you deserve a treat." She patted my ass and took two of the glasses, heading out the door handing one to Joanna. "Slave, stand by the door here and wait for further instructions."

"Yes, Mistress." I gulped down my drink so fast I got a brain freeze and head for the door.

They slipped into the Jacuzzi and started chatting. I was too far to hear much, particularly over the sound of the Jacuzzi jets. I could see a dim light in one of the upstairs bedrooms, must be the master bedroom. 

After fifteen minutes or so, "Hey, bring us a refill." Came over the sound of the Jacuzzi.

I didn't say anything, not wanting to wake up anyone in the main house. I just dashed for the pitcher and darted out to the Jacuzzi, leash flopping around as I moved. 

"What you say when I give you a command!" Was my greeting as I started to fill the empty glasses.

"Sorry Mistress, I didn't want to wake anyone up."

"Don't worry about that. The sleep like logs. It is more important that you obey. Now go make another pitcher and bring out something for us to eat. There should be some chips and pop corn in the kitchen."

"Yes, Mistress." And I trotted of to the kitchen. I found the chips and pop corn, and started the pop corn in the microwave. Moved to the bar and started on more fuzzy navels. The microwave finished before the drinks were ready, so I stopped and ran the chips and pop corn out to the Jacuzzi. I didn't notice more lights on in the main house as I returned to finish with drinks. 

Finished with the drinks I headed back out with the fresh pitcher. This time I noticed the lights on as I walked out the door. I hesitated a second.

"Hey, where are our refills?" That was enough to get me going toward the Jacuzzi again. I was starting to feel nervous about been naked again. Particularly if it was Mistress' parents.

"Sorry Mistress, here they are." I said as I knelt to pour. Just then the sliding glass door on the main house opened and a female figure headed toward the Jacuzzi. By reflex I started to get up and head to the guest house.

"Stay." Was the command from Mistress. "Stand up straight."

"Yes, Mistress" I said as I complied. As the figured approached I could feel a hard on starting.

"Hi mom!" Mistress called out.

"I dear. I though I heard you. Oh, who is your friend?" She was wearing a conservative one piece swim suit.

"This is Slave. I won him in a poker game. What do you think?"

"Not bad. What are you drinking? Can I get one?"

"What are waiting for, Slave? Go get my mom a glass and fill it up!" Dutifully I headed off to get a glass. I couldn't believe it. Almost three AM and her mom jumps in the Jacuzzi and it is not big deal there is a naked guy called Slave being bossed around. As I returned they were chatting away.

"So Joanna, you still like rooming with Melissa back here? I remember you didn't seem so sure last fall."

I filled Mistress' mother's glass and leaned down to hand it to her. As I did so my leash swung around a bit and almost hit her.

"Oh, it has been great. I was just worried that it would be like staying with my parents, and it definitely has not been like that!" Replied Joanna.

Mistress' mom reached out and took the glass and said, "Come here a sec." I crouched down next to her, conscious of the proximity of my cock to her face. She reached up can to unclip my leash from my collar, "Is it OK if remove this? I don't think he is going anywhere."

"Sure mom, that would be fine."

After unclipping the leash she and it to me. "Hold still another sec." She reached over and grabbed my balls and started rolling them in her fingers. My cock jumped to attention with an instant hard on. "Very nice" she commented. "Now go put that leash in a safe place."

"Go down the hall and go into the room on the right at the end. I made a spot for you there. There is a peg on the all for your leash." Mistress instructed.

"Yes, Mistress" I replied as her mother released my balls.

The hallway was longer than I had thought. There were windows on the left side and several doors on at intervals on the right. I reached the end of the hall and there was door straight ahead and one to the right. None of the doors were open. I opened the door on the right and reached for the light. It was obviously Mistress' room. There was a queen size bed coming out form the middle of the opposite wall, under a large window. On the floor to the left of the bed was a blanket and pillow. The must be my spot. Just above that was a wall mounted coat rack that was empty. I walked across the room and hung my leash on one of the coat rack pegs. As I left the room I noticed two doors that had been on my right when I entered. One had to be a closet and the other the bathroom. Then it hit me, I had to pee. It had been since before the poker game. I was about to head for one of the doors when I heard someone was coming down the hall and remembered Mistress' warning about needing permission to even pee.


"Uh, where you been? Melissa is wondering what is taking so long." Thankfully it was Joanna. She was still dripping wet and looking awesome.

"I have to take a leak, bad."

"OK, use my bathroom in here." And she led me into her room and pointed to the bathroom door. As I squeezed by toward the door she gave a path on the ass. "Having fun?"

I didn't answer as I ducked in to the bathroom and relieved myself.

"You had better get back out there, or Melissa will be pissed. And you don't want that."

I finished up with a shake, flushed, and headed back out. Joanna was toweling off. She turned and tossed the towel over the desk chair. She was nude. Once again my cock sprang up, revealing my thoughts. See looked at me, "You had better get going!"

I turned and trotted out the door, my dick pointing the way. As I approached the Jacuzzi I over heard Mistress telling her mom about our shopping at Cupid's Corner.

"Where have you been?" Was my greeting.

"Sorry Mistress. I had to pee. Joanna let me use her bathroom."

"In the future you must ask me first. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress"

"Go get us drink refills."

"Yes, Mistress." And I trotted off again and they picked up on the shopping story. Returning with a fresh pitcher her mother was talking.

"You know, I have having the Ladies club here for a pool party at noon today. I'd like to spice things up a bit. Can I borrow Slave for the afternoon?" 

I couldn't believe it. I filled their classes and backed away a bit, standing quietly.

"Sure mom. What were you thinking of?"

"Well, loose the cuffs and all the hair. Maybe some body paint. Definitely bottom less, if you know what I mean. Should he serve drinks or be a live sculpture?"

"OK. Joanna and I will get him ready. I like the sculpture idea. It has been a while since we had something like that."

"Slave, go get us towels. Down the hall and second door on the right. And no dawdling."

"Yes, Mistress." And I was off again. Opening the door it was dark. I turned on the light. It was a workout room, but with a few pieces of equipment I didn't recognize. There were the towels over on the shelf. I retrieve two and returned to the Jacuzzi.

Both women exit the Jacuzzi as I approached. I held out the towels. Mistress' mother took one and started drying off. 

"You may dry me off" Mistress said. I hesitated, and then moved closer to began the task. Starting with her shoulders and started to work my way down. "No funny business! Just get the job done," she said as I went over her breasts and headed for her waistline. Her mother was watching with a smile, and I caught a bit of a smile on Mistress' face too.

"Thanks." Said Mistress' mother as she tosses me the damp towel and headed for the main house. "You had better get some sleep if you are going to be ready for my party."

"Don't worry mom, he will be ready." Turning to me, "Get going, back in side and get that shopping bag I gave you."

Back in the guest house I retrieved the bag from the couch. "Get your clothes too, follow me."

"Yes, Mistress." And off I went following her down hall. What a nice view of her ass, divided nicely by the thong.

As we approached the end of the hall, "Go lay down in your corner." And she headed into Joanna's room.

I went to my corner and did as I was told. It must have been four AM by now. It felt good to put my head down on the pillow and pull the blanket over my naked body. 

I must have fallen asleep, as I awoke to a tug to my collar. It was Mistress locking the loop on my collar to a chain. Then there was a click at the back of my collar. "You have been fairly good so far, but I still don't trust you. So, for tonight I will have to lock you up." I reached back and there was a small lock on my collar buckle.

I cracked my eyes open and caught a peek of Mistress in a silky red nighty. I remembered my scolding for looking at her back in my room, so I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep.



Lost Myself In A Game Ch. 03



I woke again to a tugging on my collar. "Slave, go fix me coffee."

I almost for got, but caught myself. "Yes, Mistress." And I started to get up, only to be caught short by the chain attached to my collar. "Sorry, Mistress, but can you unlock me?"

"Oh, shit. Just a sec. You shit, can't say please!" Then came the slap across the top of my head. Oh man, she had a hell of a hang over and I was just getting the idea that I would get the worst of it.

"Sorry, Mistress" got me another slap.

"Not so loud stupid!"

There was some fumbling on the night stand on the far side of the bed, and then my chain was yanked roughly. My collar twisted around and with a click the chain and lock fell away. "Get going! And find me some aspirin!"

I went for what I thought was the bathroom door, but turned out to be a huge walking closet. I closed the door and moved to the one on the left. "Hurry up stupid!" And the keys to my lock sailed past my head and hit the wall. Man, she was a real bitch this morning.

Looking through the medicine cabinet came across a huge selection of condoms before I found the aspirin. I grabbed a glass of water and headed back to Mistress. I approached the edge of her bed, knelt down, and whispered "Here is you aspirin, Mistress". 

She rolled over, "About time." And reached out for the pills. She popped them in her mouth and reached for the water. "Get the coffee!" She barked and took a big gulp of water to wash the aspirin down.

I left her with the water glass and made my way to the kitchen. The sun was streaming in the hall windows. Joanna was standing on the kitchen, wearing a satin robe.

"Morning!" See called, "Coffee is almost ready." Followed by a big smile as she stared at my cock. Once again I was suddenly aware of my nakedness.

The clock on the wall showed it was ready nine o'clock.

"Thanks for fixing the coffee, she wants a cup." I said as I poured.

"Ya, she always does. She is not a morning person, so you had better get back in there." She moved closer and rubbed my ass. "I think I am going to miss your fuzzy ass, and your curls here too" as she reached around and fondled my cock and balls. She stopped. "Get going, we are going to be busy if you are going to be ready for the party."

With a fresh hard on I headed down the hall to Mistress' room. She was still in bed. Since kneeling worked with the aspirin, I decided to try it again. 

"Mistress, I have your coffee." I whispered.

"Put it on the night stand. Go get me some orange juice!"

"Yes, Mistress." And I was off to the kitchen again.

I met Joanna in the hall. "Is she up yet?"

"No, but she wants O.J."

"Get something to eat real quick and then bring the juice. I'll try to get her going."

"OK, thanks." And I continued to the kitchen. I filled a class with O.J., just to be ready to go and then turned for something to eat. I found cereal and scarfed down a bowl and headed back with the juice.

Mistress was sitting up and just finishing the cup of coffee. "About time with that juice. Get me another coffee."

"Yes, Mistress." I quickly exchanged full glass of juice for the empty coffee cup and headed back to the kitchen. On returning I found Mistress stepping into her bathroom and I followed her in.

"Mistress, I have your coffee." 

"Put it on the counter and start my shower. Nice and hot." She commanded as she sat down to pee. I sent the coffee down near her and moved to the shower. The shower was huge and enclosed by clear glass. "Remove your collar and cuffs! I don't want you ruining them by getting them wet." 

"Yes, Mistress." I stopped and removed the items on a counter just outside the shower. I stepped in, started the water, and stepped out.  She was draining the second coffee.

"Is that shower ready yet?" I stepped back in and touched the water.

"Sorry Mistress, it is only just getting warm."

"Get me another coffee."

"Yes, Mistress." Back to doing laps to the kitchen. When I returned she was in the shower. She was looking good, and my cock was starting to salute. "Mistress, I have your coffee."

"Put it on the counter and get in here." I thought things were looking up as I entered the shower. "Soap up my back, and make sure to do a good job on my ass." I pumped some liquid soap from the dispenser on the wall and began rubbing around her back and ass. "Get down on your knees so you can see if you are getting my butt really clean!" I complied. It was hard to see with all the water washing down on us, but I kept rubbing her cheeks. "In the crack too, I just took a dump and hate having a dirty crack!" I hesitated, not really wanting to get shit on my hand. It cost me a knee to the chest as a slammed back against the glass wall. "Get up and finish!" I crawled back to her ass and ran my hand back and forth in her crack, check quickly for shit on my hand. Thankfully there was none. "Come on, get in there and do it right!" She grabbed my, folded all but my index finger down and rammed it up her anus. "That's better!" She sighed as she started sliding my finger in and out. As disgusting as it was I started taking over the motion myself. Her hand dropped away. "Another finger." I complied and she started to moan a bit. 

We continued for a while, until Joanna called in "It is nine forty five, the party starts at noon. If we are going to be ready we need to start getting ready."

"OK." Mistress shot back. "We'll be out in a minute." Looking under her arm at me she said "You are learning. Next time don't take so long. I don't have time to waste."

"Yes, Mistress."

She shut off the water. "Get me a towel." I reached for the towel hanging just outside the shower door and moved to dry her off. "Did I tell you to do that!?!" She turned and slapped my face. All I remember was how nice her tits looked as she turned.


"Sorry Mistress." I stopped. 

She grabbed the towel and dried herself. "Get out of my way" and she pushed past me to exit the shower. How could someone with such a hot body be so bitchy? She tossed the damp towel at me and said "dry yourself off and then the shower floor with the towel. Wait there until I come back."

"Yes, Mistress". I quickly completed my task, hung the towel back up and waited.

It was fifteen minutes later when Mistress and Joanna came into the bathroom. Mistress moved to the wall opposite the counter and mirror and pulled up a camcorder. She flipped out the small screen, pointed the lens at her reflection in the mirror and started recording. "This morning Slave will loose all his hair, except that on his head." And she panned over to me in the shower. "We will start the operation with Nair. Joanna can you get him started?" 

On cue, Joanna approached me. "Hold out your hand." And she squeezed the pink cream from the ping bottle. "Rub it all over your chest, and make it sexy for the camera." She stepped back a bit as Mistress moved in. I tried to be sexy, but they just giggled. "That's good. Here is some more for your arms." The stuff smelled tropical, with a nasty background odor of chemicals. "OK, now your legs and ass." As she squeezed some into my hand and some directly on my legs. "Turn around." I complied and was rewarded with blobs of Nair on each cheek. 

"Rub it in good, and don't miss that fuzzy crack of yours." Mistress called out. They giggled some more. The chemical doer was starting to get to me. "OK, almost done, now for you bush, balls, and cock." Mistress moved in close for this as Joanna filled my hand with more Nair.  I began to rub it in to my bushy pubic hair. "OK, now down to your balls, rub them some more. That's it, like you are enjoying it. Smile!" Mistress brought the camera up to my face and then back down to my crotch again. "OK, now rub your cock. Like you are masturbating. Faster, that's better. Again like you are really enjoy it!" I was getting hard and close to blasting my load. Yes, I had masturbated. What else do you do when you don't get a woman in bed? "Stop! Joanna, get the areas that he missed on his back. It is almost time to see any of it is ready to come off." I turned for her and she started rubbing the stuff on my back, except she was wearing a glove. 

She noticed me looking at the glove, "I hate the smell it leaves on my hands. Uh, any burning sensations?"

"No. Should there be?"

"No, just checking. Here." Joanna handed me a wash cloth. "Rub that on your chest and see if any hair comes off." I did and all the hair in the area I rubbed came off on the wash cloth. "Good, keep doing that and follow the same pattern as when we applied. If all the hair doesn't come off, just let it sit a minute and try again." With all the rubbing and wiping the wash cloth was covered in hair. Even though it was mine, it was getting gross.

"Looking good." It was Mistress again." Show me that bald ass of yours!" I turned and presented for the camera. "Oh, that is much better! OK, let's see the front." I turned again and she zoomed in. "Not too bad, but there is still some hair there. Joanna, give him a little bit more, then wipe his back."

Joanna once again filled my hand with Nair, and once again Mistress zoomed in as I spread it around on my genitals, directing my every move and recording it. As I was rubbing my cock, Joanna slipped round me and started wiping down my back with a fresh wash cloth. I was about to blow my load when she was slipping back you and Mistress said "Stop that! I don't want cum all over my shower!" Given what I had been through in the past twelve hours and close to cuming I was not at all shy about getting off in front of them. I actually wanted to. "Stop it now!" I finally stopped. "You had better not test the limits with me again, Slave!" The camera was still rolling. We were there a few minutes with Mistress recording me in different poses.

Joanna broke in, "I think we should remove the rest of the Nair."

"OK, hand him that other cloth." Joanna tossed it at me and I caught it. As I started wiping my cock and balls again, Mistress was right there with the camera. "Keep going. That's much better. Now that is what I call hairless. I love it!" Once I had finished I looked up. "Start the shower and wash your self off. Rinse out those was cloths too. I don't want to see your filthy hair on them or my shower when you are done!" She was still taping as Joanna disappeared from the room.

I pumped the liquid soap from the dispenser and began washing. I felt a bit of a burning sensation on my balls and quickly soaped them up and rinsed. There was some relief. I soaped and rinsed some more. "Burning a bit?" Mistress shouted over the shower.

"Yes, Mistress." I replied.

"Don't worry it will pass. After a couple of times you will get used to it." 

A couple of times! What did she mean by that? This was only for the weekend. In thirty six hours I would be done with this bizarre experience.

I kept washing and rinsing those dang wash cloths, but it seemed I could never get all the hair off.

"One more minute and your shower is done!" It was Mistress again. I quickly checked around the shower for more hair. Well, at least that looked OK. "Turn the water off!" 

I shut it off and replied, "Yes, Mistress."

"Get dried off really well. If you don't the latex will not stick properly." She clicked off the camcorder and left the room. A few minutes latter she reappeared with Joanna. They were both wearing bikini tops and shorts. This time the camcorder was on a tripod, which she set up near the door.

Joanna was busy unloading bottles of paint and brushes from a bag to on the counter. On closer inspection some of the labels said "Liquid Latex".

"Get over to the sink and save your face, Slave. I don't want to feel any stubble. There are razors and cream under the sink."

I started moving, "Yes, Mistress", as she followed me the camcorder.

Joanna reached out and rubbed my ass as I passed her. "Oooo, nice and smooth!"

"Don't distract him, we don't want to run out of time and be late for my mom's party."

I retrieved a razor and can of shave cream from under the sink and started to lather up.

"Hold still, I am going to get started with the first layers of latex on your backside." It as Joanna.

"Start with the red, like we discussed last night." Mistress directed. "I want that thong looking real, at least from behind." She added with a chuckle. In the mirror I could see her leaving the bathroom.

"Hold still." Joanna directed and she parted my cheeks. I felt the cool liquid from the brush run up my crack and I shuddered. It tickled too, which was distracting from my shave. I had been using an electric razor for several years, and didn't want to nick myself. She made a couple more strokes and then blew on the latex to help I dry. "Hand me the blow drier."

I reached over and handed her the blow drier. She flicked it on and the warm air shot up and down my crack. "That's better!" Off went the drier and back came the brush. This time after adding a coat to my crack she started around my waist.

"Hey, I want to get more free stuff from Cupid's tonight. You willing to do a little modeling?" It was Mistress standing in the door way, and I knew she wasn't talking to me.

"Ya."

"How much are you willing to show?"

"I'll go down to a thong and covered nipples. I don't want to give it all away."

"Cool, that should be good. I'll call over there and see what we can put together."

"Don't for get the pledge meeting at the house tonight. I think it is at midnight. We might want to use your boy here to entertain the pledges or do a little hazing."

"Oh, ya I forgot about that. Good thinking. We don't always get opportunities like this!" And with that Mistress ducked out of the room as the hair drier started again.

I finished my shave, and was a little proud of myself for no nicks or cuts, being out of practice and with the activities down below. I stood still as Joanna continued adding layers and drying them.

"Turn around. We need to get started on the front. Move out here away from the counter." Was my next set of instructions. She continued my "thong's" waistline around and down toward a point just above my cock. She repeated the layering process. Sitting on the floor, her face was near my crotch. Every once and a while she would blow on my cock, giving it a bit of a raise. This made her giggle. I just smiled each time. Then when my dick was raising to salute from the attention, she engulfed it in her mouth! I felt so good! I couldn't believe it.

"Hey, he's mine! I'll decide when and if he gets any pleasure or rewards." 

With that, Joanna spit me out. "I couldn't resist, it looked so good, and it was right there!"

"I see that. The back looks good. What do you have left on the front?"

"Just his balls and delicious cock. What colors should I use there?"

"Let's go patriotic. Balls white with red stripes, and the prick blue. If you move over a bit, I'll get started on his face." With that Joanna scooted over to on side. Mistress stepped up, grabbed my chin and turned my head back and forth. Looking me over, deciding what to do.

"Squat down a little, I don't want to get this stuff on your legs." Came from Joanna as she patted the inside of my thighs. I got down a bit. "That's good," and she folded my cock backup toward my stomach. Then came the brush strokes across my balls. That triggered another hard on, but it soon passed.

Mistress started painting by face and neck blue. Then came the white stars around the eyes, like a clown. She admired her work in the mirror. "You done with the red latex down there?"

"Ya, just finished."

"Let me have it." And Joanna handed here the red latex bottle and brush. Mistress started painting lines from the edge of the blue on my neck down my side, front and back, to my "thong" at my hips. They were kind of like suspenders holding my "thong" ups and my mask down. They traded the hair drier back and forth as they worked. My legs and back were starting to ache from the odd squatting position, but I didn't dare say anything. It wasn't that bad yet.

Joanna was now holding my cock by the head and layering on the blue. She was getting down to the very tip when she stopped. "Should we let him pee before I finish? I don't want to ruin it before or during the party."

"OK, Slave. You have your last chance to pee until later this afternoon. Get to it." I moved the couple of steps to the toilet, pointed my cock, and nothing. I was thankful to get out of the squatting position, but what a time for stage fright! "Awe, isn't that kind of cute? He is shy about peeing in front of us. You had better get over it, or you will have to hold it for a long time!" That didn't help me much. Then after what felt like forever, probably only fifteen or twenty seconds there was little trickle. "Good boy! Keep going!" With that I forced out a couple of squirts and that was it. "Shake it good, but don't drip outside the bowl or you will have to lick it up! OK, pat it dry with some TP." I complied in silence and returned to my original position.

Joanna started with the final layers of blue to cover the tip of my cock and Mistress started painting some patterns on my cheeks and back. In a few minutes, both stepped back to admire their work. 

"Looks decent enough." Was the judgment from Joanna.

"It will work. Something still doesn't see right though, but I can't figure out what it is. Anyway we are out of time for him. Get your collar on and go stand in your corner. Take your cuffs with too. Don't sit down or rub any of your painted areas on the wall. I don't want you ruining all we have done. "

"Yes, Mistress." And gathered my stuff and I walked off to where my spot was next to the bed."

"And put your leash on." She added.

I reached my corner and dropped the cuffs to the floor. Put my collar on and attached the leash, as instructed. I could hear them whispering as they put the paints and latex away. A few minutes later they emerged from the bathroom.

"What are you looking at?! Turn and face the corner!" It was the pissed off voice Mistress had used when she first woke up. I turned immediately to the corner and stared at the wall. I could hear foot steps coming up behind me. In the same angry voice she continued, "what's the matter done you know how to take care of the nice things I gave to you?! Hang up those cuffs and fold that blanket!" That was followed by a bare hand swat to my ass. As I reached down to pick up the cuffs she grabbed my leash. She used it like a whip, striking me hard on the ass with the leather handle. I jerked up out of reflex to avoid the next hit and dropped one of the cuffs. "Bend over you disobedient shit! Stay down there until I am done with you! And pick up that cuff!" She screamed. My ass was stinging from the first few blows as I grabbed up the cuff. "Damit this is too short!" She reached over, unclipped my leash from my collar, and stepped back. SMACK! I don't know what startled me more, how loud it was or how much more it hurt. I let out a yelp and dropped another of the cuffs. "Shut up!" SMACK! "Pick that dang thing up!" SMACK! "Hurry up!" SMACK! My legs were shaking and I was biting my lip to keep from uttering another peep. SMACK! I gathered up the fallen cuffs. SMACK! "Damit, I had high hopes for you!" SMACK! "I hope this teaches you a lesson!" SMACK! It didn't sting as much now, my ass was getting numb. 

Joanna broke in "Mel, you had better ease up. Welts are forming and if you do much more we might not be able to fix the paint and latex before your mom's part."

I received a couple more shots before, "OK. I just get so pissed off when they don't obey! I try to be gentle but firm as they are learning, but sometime you just have to let them have it! Stand up Slave! Finish hanging those cuffs!"

"Yes, Mistress." I managed to blurt out as turned slightly and hung the cuffs. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her standing there with legs slightly spread, holding the clip of my leash in her right hand, chain hanging down to a small pile on top of the leather handle on the floor. Here arm was cocked back as if ready to swing again.




Lost Myself In A Game Ch. 03



"Now, fold the blanket and stack the pillow on it. Just like you found it." Calm was returning to her voice. My ass stung more as bent over to get the blanket, the skin stretching as the welts grew. 

"I am going to go get ready for the party." Was all that Joanna said as she left the room.

I didn't here or notice Mistress come closer, until she ran her hand over my glowing ass. It seemed like such a gentle touch, almost loving. "It actually looks nice to have a little more color here." She said, continuing to rub. I finished folding the blanket and bent over to stack it under the pillow. Just as I was about to stand up, "Stay there for a second." I froze. She had stopped rubbing. Was she going to beat me some more? I glanced between my legs. She wasn't there. I heard her fumbling with something in the bathroom, and then she returned. "And this is a nicely warmed ass. Notice how each welt is nicely raised." She was talking to the camcorder. "Notices also the minimal damage to the art work, if the blows are land cleanly, flat on the cheeks." A minute later she clicked it off. "Stand up." I straighten up and see came over, clipped on my leash, and moved away. I could here her going through her dresser drawers.



Lost Myself In A Game Ch. 04



“Almost ready?” It was Joanna.

“What do you think, purple or blue?”

“That blue goes well with your eyes. I’ll be out by the pool.”

“I’ll be out in a minute.” I could here her changing clothes and assumed she was putting on a swimsuit. “Slave, come here.” I turned and walked over to her. “Listen up. You will be a living sculpture. That means I will walk you out there and position you. You will not move until either I move you, or I tell you to move. If I allow you to move on your own, it must be very slowly. The guests should not notice you moving. You will not talk to or otherwise respond to anything a guest says or does. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you sunburn easily?”

“Yes, Mistress”

“OK, I will start you in the shade. If you are lucky, I will remember to move you once you are in the sun. Let’s go.” She grabbed my least and started walking way, until the handle came up into her hand and she gave it a tug, “Come on!”

I followed her down the hall. Just close enough not to get tug, but far enough not to step on here heals. She was wearing a wonderfully small string bikini, blue as Joanna had suggested. As we exited the guest house I saw about fifty ladies in dresses chatting in small groups, nibbling on finger food and sipping drinks distributed by a catering crew. There was a lull in the chatter as all eyes turned toward us. I should say me. Then there was some more whispering as Mistress led me around the pool, so everyone got a good look. Some of the ladies picked up disposable cameras of the tables and snapped a few shots as we passed. Then Mistress parked me up in a raised planter filled with flowers. 

“Bend down a bit.” She unclipped my leash, and laid it out on the edge of the planter. “Stand up and look over your right shoulder at the upper left window of the main house. Good, now turn your left leg and foot so they are pointing to the left the pool. OK, now turn your right foot perpendicular to your left. A little more, so it is pointing more at the main house. That’s better. Square your shoulders so they are pointed in the same direction as your left foot. Good, now bend your left knee a bit and lean forward some. That’s it. Freeze.” With that she turned and walked away.

Mistress’ mother was the first to wander over for a closer look. She reached out and caressed my balls. “So much better with out the hair,” she said as my cock started to raise. She traced her fingers up from my balls, down the length of my growing shaft, then turned and wandered off.

Various women drifted by. Some only glancing, almost embarrassed to look. Others came right up and stared intently, as if analyzing a new stone sculpture. A few reached out and touched me. Checking out the texture of the latex or paint, checking the fit of the collar, or just getting a raise out of me. There were also those that came and pose for pictures next to me, like some statue in a museum.

I shift my weight ever so slightly to avoid cramping. Something I learn while a groomsman at my cousin’s wedding. I was getting tired and was now out in the full sun. As best as I could tell from the shadows, an hour or two had passed.

“You doing OK”, it was Joanna’s voice.

“Ya” I muttered an affirmative without moving my lips.

“You know you aren’t supposed to react. I’m going to tell on you.” She said in what I hoped was a teasing voice.

Then came, “Let’s move you. Climb down here.” I obeyed. “Why don’t you go out on the end of the diving board and start with a ‘Thinker’ type pose. After a while you can oven your own, as long as you stay on the last couple of feet on the diving board. Now get out there and down say anything. Don’t you dare fall in. I don’t want you splashing the guests and ruining all our work.” I was worried as I headed out on the diving board. First, it was still in the sun and I could already feel the sunburn starting. Second, the diving board felt springy and narrow, I really didn’t want to fall in.

As I got to the end of the board and to into my assigned position, a few of the disposable cameras got a few more shots used up. After ten minutes or so, I started to move some. Very slowly. It was harder than I thought, particularly trying to keep my balance. I worked my way into a standing position, raising my hands and arms over my head. There were a couple more pictures, as I slowly turned around. What to do next? I finished turning and started to lower my arms. I started to bend down and then stretched out so I was laying flat on the board with my head hanging over the water. I stretched my arms out to form a cross. It felt good to just rest there for a while. I pulled my legs in until my ankles were up near as I could to my ass; knees together, then gradually opened my knees to reveal my crotch. This got a little attention from the party goers and some use for the handy cameras. I was starting to relax more, almost felt like napping. The sun was feeling good warming my crotch. I brought my hands back into my chest and rested there for a while.

“You had better not be sleeping.” It was Mistress, just loud enough to hear. That was my cue, and I started to lift my head and roll up into a sitting position, bringing my knees back together. From there I continued forward until I was on my hands and knees. Slowly I stretched a leg straight out over the end of the board. Pulling the leg back in, I repeated with the other leg. I was nearly to a standing position again when Mistress appear at the foot of the diving board. She was holding my leash and signaled to approach her.

“You have done well.” She said as I stepped down from the diving board and she clipped my leash to my collar. She began to parade me back around the pool, taking the long route back to the guest house.  

Joanna fell in next to her as we entered the guest house. “Get me a Coke. What do you want?”  She as Joanna.

“I’ll have a root beer.”

“Make sure to put those in glass, we don’t want to drink from a can.”

“Yes, Mistress” and she dropped the leash, letting me walk freely to the bar.

After delivering the drinks, she asked “Would you like something to drink?”

“Yes, a Coke please.”

“That was a yes or no question! There is a bowl on the floor by the sliding glass door. You drink from there. And don’t pick it up. You need to lick it up like the dog you are.”

“Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.” And got down on all fours over the bowl. At least it looked clean. I started lapping up what I could. It was totally unsatisfying. I then notice that the women outside were watching, and of course snapping a few pictures. 

“Oh, you might need something to eat.” It was Mistress as she dropped a bowl with a can of dog food emptied into it. She also kicked a bowl of dry food toward me too. It was almost twenty four hour since I had a real meal, except for the cereal that Joanna slipped me in the morning. I was hungry. The canned food didn’t smell too bad, kind of like refried beans. I started to dig my fingers in to get a bite, “Don’t you use your fingers! Stick your face in it, just like the water!” I bent down and gave it a lick; it didn’t seem to taste bad. “You had better hurry and eat. We still have to clean you up so we can go back to Cupid’s for your official modeling debut. We need to leave in an hour, so you ten minutes to eat.” I started trying to take bites with out smearing the stuff all over my face, but it was increasingly difficult as I go lower in the bowl. “You have a minute left!” Couldn’t be! That was only about two minutes! But dug in and choked down as much as I could. “That’s it, back to the shower!” I tried to get a drink from the water bowl and was corrected with a very hard bare hand to the ass. “Get up and go now!”

“Yes, Mistress.” I jumped to my feet and headed down the hall.

“Get in the shower and start getting all that paint and latex off. I’ll check on you in a couple minutes.” 

I didn’t answer; I just kept going toward Mistress’ room and the shower. I reached in and started the water. I removed my collar and placing it on the counter, leaving my leash attached. Steam was starting to raise in the shower so I jumped in and adjusted the temperature to something comfortable. Sticking my face in the water I rinsed off the dog food and started to wash away the paint, checking the mirror through glass shower wall for progress. The paint was almost gone. A little more scrubbing and that was done and I started pulling the latex off. This went well until I tried to remove it from my crack. We must have missed some hair there, as I could feel the little hairs being pulled out as I removed the latex. 

I was almost done, when I noticed Mistress enter the bathroom. She came over and watched as I was working the latex off my balls and dick. She didn’t say anything for what seemed like a long time. Finally, she broke the silence, “Is the water warm?”

“Yes, Mistress”

“Come out her and remove my bathing suit for me.” Hmmm, this actually sounded fun. I exited the shower as she turned her back to me and watched in the mirror. As I reached out to untie here top she said, “Oh, no you don’t. Remember you’re a dog, use your mouth.” There was a playful tone to her voice I had not heard since the poker game started the previous night. 

I bent over and moved my mouth toward the strings tied in a bow. Small drops of water fell from my hair and landed on her back. She shivered as goose bumps appeared. “Oooh, that felt good.” I continued on, resting my cheek and nose on her warm back, nibbling for the end of one of the strings. Oh, her skin was so soft and she smelled so good. Getting one of the ties, I bit down on it and tugged. The knot fell apart. I released the string and it fell away. “Very good” Mistress encouraged, “but you are not done yet.”

I snuggled my face into her long hair hanging over her neck. Trying to locate the ties to fully release the bikini top. I continued to nuzzle her neck, even as I felt my cock rubbing and growing against her ass. She reached down with a hand and fondled my hard on. After a couple of minutes she whispered “I like that, but we are short on time and it isn’t getting the job done. Try something else...” All I could think of was to pull the top over her head, so I moved around in front of her and leaned in toward her left breast. I could see her chest heaving a bit, her nipples erect under the thin cloth. I had dreamed of fondling and kissing breasts like hers. “Hmmm” she let out as my mount and nose touched her chest. It took a couple of nibbles to get a grip on the material. “Do that some more...” I release the top and just nibbled around her breast. Drinking the sensation of the soft skin and silky material, the scent of her. With her free hand she guided me to her right tit. “The get jealous, you know.” She took the top of over her head and placed it on the back of my head, guiding me again. “Hmmm, who taught you to do this so well?” She whispered, “I have to complement her.”

“No one, Mistress”, I mumbled into her chest.

“I don’t believe it. Lick my nipples.” She removed her hand and from my cock and started twisting which ever nipple I didn’t have covered. 

“Mel, we need to get going or we will be late.” It was Joanna’s voice. Sound like she was out in the hall.

“OK” Mistress shouted back. “Time to move on.” She whispered to me and moved my head down toward her waist. I kept kiss her on the way down, across her smooth, flat stomach. I dropped to my knees before her. Tugging on the bottoms from the middle didn’t work, so I moved out to her hip and managed to slide it down a bit. Repeating on the other side left the bottoms hung nicely on her ass. Moving around I pulled them down enough that they dropped to the floor. She still had a hand on my head and kept me close when I started to pull away. “You did good with that task, but I want more. Kiss me.” I moved in and kissed as she guided me around her ass and back to her bush. She had it shaved into a narrow V pattern and cropped short to wear those oh so small bikini bottoms, and a matching tan line. “Oh, we will have to do more of this...” She was bringing me back up here stomach to her boobs. Finally she pushed me away.

“Into the shower.” I was moving before she finished the command. “Wash me.” I started around her neck, down over her shoulders, and back. Reaching around I got her upper chest and kneaded her breasts, lingering for a while. She didn’t object. I twisted her nipples, like she and just minutes ago. “Oh, that’s good. You learn fast.” I alternated kneading, twisting and plain gentle touch. Eventually she placed her hands on mine and rubbed her stomach and crotch with my hands. She guided the middle finger of my right hand between her lips, locating the proper spot and rubbing in a circular motion. I began moving my hand and finger myself and her hand dropped away. “That’s it, oh, that’s it. Nice and steady.” I was concentrating so much on my right hand, that my left had come to rest on her stomach and the side of my face was against her lower back. I kissed her back and ass. Her whole body shuddered. “Hmmm, oh that’s good. I’m so glad your mine. I though for sure you would be with Joanna, before the game.” Then her body stiffened and she moaned “don’t stop, don’t stop”. I obeyed. She shuddered again and relaxed, falling down into my arms. “That was wonderful.” She grabbed my right hand in hers and brought it up to her mouth and kissed it. We sat there for a minute or two with the hot water raining down on us.

“Hey, what’s going on?!” It was Joanna. “Oh! What have we here?” Obviously she had just entered the bathroom and saw us. 



Lost Myself In A Game Ch. 05



“GET OUT OF HERE BITCH!” Barked Mistress. If her anger with me this morning (ass whipping) had been a 10, then she sound like she was about 20 now. “I’ll deal with you shortly!”

Mistress stood up and turned the water off. “Get up, and get me a towel.” She was back to calm, peaceful voice that matched the intimacy we had just shared.

“Yes, Mistress.” Having retrieved the towel and held it out for her, as she had wanting that morning.

“Dry me off.” I started with her hair, which she had already smoothed back; wring most of the water out. Moving to her shoulders and back, folding the towel around her to get her chest and stomach. “Hmmm. Hold me like this for a bit. Tighter. Ahh, that feels so good.” My dick was on the raise again, pushing up against her ass. “You’ve done that alot” she said, reaching back and grabbing hold of me. “I am surprises you haven’t gone off yet. If continue to be good, we can try to do something about this later.” She shifted to fondling my balls for a while. “I guess we should get going now. Dry your self off, shave, and then get dressed. You know what means, right?”

I didn’t have any clothes! Other was my shorts and T-shirt.... “My shorts and T-shirt?”

“No, stupid. Those are mine now. The only things you have are your collar, leash, and cuffs. Oh, and that thing you model so nicely, but don’t put it on. I’m not sure I really like it that much.” She finished drying herself with the towel and tossed it to me.

“OK, Mistress. I will put on my collar, leash, and cuffs after shaving.”

“Very good. When you are done you can lay down on my bed, if I am not waiting for you.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I made way for her to exit the shower and began drying myself.

She grabbed another towel and wrapped her hair, before snagging a robe and heading out the door. Shortly there after I heard the first of several screaming tirades punctuated by slaps of leather hitting human skin. Was Joanna a slave too?

I finished toweling off and set in shaving. It when quicker this time. Finishing up I grabbed my collar headed out of the bathroom, the leash dragging behind. I tossed my collar and leash on the bed and pull my cuffs of the rack. In short order the cuffs were snugly fastened and so was my collar. I stretched out on the bed. It felt so good just to be lying still. I hadn’t realize how tired was and dosed off.

I woke up as Mistress was fastening the lock on my collar buckle. “Time to wake up.” She said in a cheerful voice. “You are going to be busy tonight, so I hope that little nap was enough.”

As I got up, I noticed that now my cuffs had locks too, and there were chains connecting the cuffs. I found the chains just long enough for me to stand up straight, but not walk. I would have to bend over to allow enough slack to move my feet. 

I also noticed a girl bound similar to me, except for a few extras. She was gagged. Her shoulder length black hair covered most of her face. Her hands were bound behind her back. She had a tight black leather bra on, with holes cut so her nipples poked out. The nipples had clips snapped on with weights dangling from them. At her crotch looked to be a utility belt running between here legs. Every now and then she shuddered or twitched and moaning. Who is she? I expected Joanna to come walking in any minute.

“See what can happen if you disobey?” Mistress said. “Joanna was doing so well. I had allowed her many privileges, foremost to act as a peer around other people. She has now lost that and is back to being ‘Bitch’. It will be a long time before she gets back her precious long, blonde hair.”

“I was going to have you star in our little modeling show at Cupid’s, but now she will. Come over hear by Bitch. I want to show you a couple of things.” I bent over and started to shuffle over, but then tripped and fell. “You’ll get used to it. I had to put that on because I don’t think I can trust either of you now.”  I struggled back up to my feet and successfully finished my journey across the room.

“Let me show you this special thong that Bitch likes so much.” She gestured to the utility belt thing. She turned Bitch around, and on the back was a small battery back with an on/off switch and two small dials. Pointing to the dial she said “This one controls the frequency and this intensity.” She turned up the intensity and I would here the humming. “And this is my favorite part.” Holding up what looked to be the remote for a car alarm. It had three buttons, up and down arrows and a single red one. “Bitch, should I show him what this does?”

“Mo, Misris.” She forced through the gag.

“I disagree,” and she pressed the red button. Bitch stiffened and squealed, then collapsed on the floor crying. “That should be enough for now. Slave, you may turn it off can remove it from Bitch.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I carefully reached down flicked the switch to off, and undid the buckle on the front. I tugged at it, but it wouldn’t budge with Bitch laying on it.

“Tell her to get up.”

“Get up. Come on, get up.”

“No, stupid!” That earned me a slap to the back of the head. “Tell her what to do! Give her the command, and back it up with some force.”

“Get up Bitch!” And I slapped her ass.

“Do it harder! Like you mean it.” I swung harder a second time and she hardly moved. “Again! Harder!” I did. This time my hand stung a little and I could see the red glow on Bitch’s ass. “Pick her up by the hair!” I hesitated, and received another dope slap to the head. “Do you want to wear one like that? Get her up!”  I grabbed a fist full of her hair and started pulling up. She whimpered and started to move some on her own. The hair that was once soft and inviting, when we shared the recliner before the poker game, now felt coarse. I kept pulling until she was standing up. “OK, now take it off.” I pushed down on the belt and it didn’t move, so I pushed harder. Bitch moaned some more as it started to move, then I could see why. There was a large, shinny dong sliding out of her anus and an equally large dildo emerging from her cunt. I could also see the electrical contact on the inside of the belt. Scary! Built-in vibrator and electric shock, by remote. “Go toss that on the floor in her room. She can clean it up later.”

“Yes, Mistress.” And I shuffled off.

When I returned she had removed Bitch’s gag. “Come over here. I have a treat for you, Slave.” I shuffled over. “Stand right there.” I stopped. “Bitch, on your knees. I want you to suck him off quickly. We have to leave in a couple minutes.”

She dropped to her knees with a “Yes, Mistress” and slurped up my cock into her mouth. It was still limp, but started to grow from the instant my brain registered that I was getting a blow job. Before she had time to do much I was hard. She felt as good as she had that morning when Mistress had stopped her, but this time she would finish. 

“Come on Bitch! We are running out of time and he really needs the relief!” She bobbed faster and licked more furiously. I felt I was getting close. I watch as she slid all the way out to the head of my cock, gave it a flick with her tongue, and then swallowing the whole thing so her chin was against my balls and her nose just below my belly button. I could feel my head at the back of her throat and her muscles contract as she tried to swallow me down. That was it, I was cuming. I stiffened and shot my wad just as she was starting to release me again. She kept me in her mouth as my spasms finished. Mistress reached under my balls and gave them a squeeze. A dribble more cum was sucked out by Bitch, as she let me slide out like a lollipop. Then she turned toward Mistress and opened her mouth wide. “OK, Bitch. You pass this time, but barely. You may swallow now.”

She gulped and there was a “Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Let’s go.” Mistress grabbed our leashes and headed for the door. Bitch struggled to her feet and we shuffled after Mistress. Bitch whimpered a bit as the weights on her tits swung around. We stopped briefly in the living room and Mistress removed the weights and clips. “Have you relearned your lesson?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

With that she led out, around the pool, up the side yard and out where her car was parked on the street. Half way to the car I became aware of my now public nakedness as a car passed on the street and I noticed the guy mowing the lawn across the street pause and watch us. We reached the care and Mistress ordered Bitch into the trunk and turned to me, “You’re driving. I have your license with, but I suggest that you be careful not to get pulled over or you will have bigger problems. Now open the door for me and we will be on our way.” I obeyed and she handed me the keys as she slipped into the passenger set. I closed the door and shuffled around and climbed in. “Do you know the way to the store?” 

“No, Mistress.”

“OK, I’ll give you directions this time, but you had better remember. I will not be doing it again, nor will I give you return directions later tonight.”

I started the car and listened as carefully as I could to her directions as I drove. I tried to note landmarks to help jog my memory later. After we had gone a few blocks, she reached over and started fondling my cock. It felt good, but it was definitely distracting me from my driving and remembering the directions. After about fifteen minutes we were there.

“Drive around back, to the delivery door.” I located the back door for Cupid’s and parked the car against the fence on the opposite side of the alley. “Give me the keys.” I handed them over and climbed out of the car, again aware of my state of exposure. Mistress popped open the trunk and Bitch climbed out. Mistress had us remove the chains from each other. Gathering our leashes, Mistress led us to the door and knocked.

A minute later the skanky bitch from the night before opened the door and waved us in. I was surprise by the amount of open space they had. I had assumed that the back area would be cramped with boxes. There was a double row of chairs in a semicircle, with the center area lit up by several spot lights clamped to the exposed beams of the ceiling. There was enough seating for about 40 people and some room behind for more to stand. A tall curtain was strung a few feet from the wall on the far side of the chairs.

“Get the sense that our plans may have changed?” Said the skank.

“Ya, a little.” Said Mistress. “Bitch here will be more available than we discussed on the phone.”

“OK, but I had set this up for those interested in men’s accessories. There might be a few lezbos here, so that could be good. I don’t want to scare the straight ones though. We need to sign a few papers over here.” And she led us to a table with a few papers on it.

“Here is the release to me of any photos taken. They are primarily for advertising, but we may also sell them on CD, etc. OK, now for compensation. You get to keep all the products you model/wear. I have some things I want you to do and a few that are optional. Beyond that you can ask about anything we have on display out front. If I net more than the value of the stuff you use, you will get cash or a gift certificate for 10% of everything over that break even point. My little attempt at profit sharing.” She said with a wink. “If there are no questions, each of you need to sign here, and here.” Pointed to lines at the bottom of two sheets.

Mistress signed, “Bitch, Slave your turn.” She handed the pen over. We both complied.

“Very good. This copy is for you.” As she handed it to Mistress. “And this one is mine. Let’s go take a look at what I have laid out, behind the curtain.” Mistress followed her across the room with us trailing behind on our leashes.

There were three tables with thing laid out. “These first two tables are the items I really want to show and the third table is the optional stuff. We will should be starting in an hour, so you have some time if you need to ask my help with any of these. When we get started it is very important that the audience feel at ease, until they do they will not buy. Most of them I expect will have not been to one of these show/sales. I have found that the best way to get a fast start is get them involved and up close. That means letting them touch the items. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Not a problem. We are here to have some fun,” Mistress answered for all of us.

“Good. Start at this end of the table and work toward the optional stuff. I will be kind of M.C.’ing this thing add I’ll be standing over there, so I can see the audience and get a preview of what you have on before they see. Any questions?”

“No,” again Mistress answered for us.

“Cool. Now if you want to take ten of fifteen minutes to browse out front you can pick some things of your own to add to the optional table, and hopefully draw in some walk-ins for the show.”

Mistress led us out to the front of the store. Unlike the other night, there were about thirty people browsing. Most turned to look at us as we came through the back door. I felt exposed again, but it was too late. She led us around the store, stopping to hold something up to one of us, and then putting it back or ordering us to hang onto it.

From behind the counter the clerk called out, “This evening we have a special display event. Mistress Mel, along with Slave and Bitch will be modeling and demonstrating some of our new and most popular items. There is a $5 viewing fee, but you can easily make that up with the discounts we will be offering on the items shown. We will be starting just through this door in thirty minutes.” She point to the door from which we had emerged. “Call your friends; there is still time for them to come over before we get started.”