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 Turnabout

   "I win!" you say, and look at the dice.  "And I win with doubles.  Help
me with that... what does that mean again?"

   You lean back, and the candlelight reflects off of your jewelry.  You
seem completely comfortable now, although it was just a few minutes ago
that things were quite different.  A few minutes ago, you had lost your
third consecutive roll, and had been forced to remove your bra.  You seemed
almost shy then, and you even covered your bare breasts momentarily until I
reminded you that you weren't allowed to.  You were feeling vulnerable...
but now, you had become more accustomed to your bare chest.  Now, it didn't
seem to bother you at all, as you looked at me.

   There we were... just a few minutes into the game, and you were topless.
I had lost my shoes, and nothing more.

   But fate is fickle...

   "Well," I said.  "According to the rules we agreed upon." I paused.  You
were grinning at me, one hand playing absently with the nipple on your
right breast.

   "Go on..." you say.

   You knew what the rules were... but I continued anyway.  "Since you won
with doubles, you now roll a single die, and I must remove as many articles
of clothing as it says."

   "And..."

   "And, the articles are of your choosing."

   You smile and roll the dice.  Somehow... I knew it would be... and it
was... a six.

   You clap your hands, and your breasts bounce.  My eyes are riveted. 
"Well, well!  Do you even HAVE six articles?"

   I thought for a minute.  "Only if you count my watch," I said.

   "Jewelry doesn't count," you reminded me.

   "Right."

   "So, now what are you going to do now?  You're one article shy." You
lean back and look at me.  "I guess that means that you are mine, after
all."

   I nod.  Incredible, but true.  "Yes," I say softly.  "You win."

   "Everything?"

   "Everything." I agree.

   "Stand up," you say making a gesture.  I do as bidden.

   "Good.  Now face the door."

   I turn so I am facing away from you.

   "Take off your socks, and watch, and throw them away from you."

   I do it.

   I hear you come up behind me.  "I think I'm going to do the rest
myself," you say.  "Hold your arms straight out to the side." When I have
complied, you reach around me and unbutton my shirt.  As each button is
undone, I am feeling more and more vulnerable.  I have never felt this way
before.

   "Mmmmm..." you say as the last button comes undone, and you pull my
shirt aside.  You run your hands over my bare chest and stomach.  I feel my
breath catch.

   "Oh?  I think he likes that," you say, deliberately lingering on my
stomach with your fingernails.  "Does he?"

   I can only manage a hoarse whisper.  "Yes."

   You laugh, and your hands move down, undoing my belt with great care. 
The act of having my belt undone drives my situation home to me even more.
You pull the belt all of the way out of the loops with one tug.  Then you
loop it around my throat like a leash.

   My breath is coming in gasps now, as you slowly vanquish me... every act
symbolic of a greater image...

   You undo my trousers, and with a definite pull, my zipper is down...
Something about that sound - my zipper being undone - is definite... we
both pause in the night...

   You let go of my pants, and with nothing left to hold them up.  They
tumble to my ankles.

   "Step out of them, and kick them aside," you command, and I do it.

   You step back to examine me.  "Put your hands on your head," you say. 
"Good.  Now...very slowly I want you to turn around."

   My heart pounding, I slowly do as you say.  When I face you, I stop. 
You look me up and down.  Slowly.  Deliberately.  So I know I am being
examined.  The effect is intoxicating.

   I am completely aroused, and my erection strains at the fabric of my
silk boxers.  You smile as you see this.

   "Looks like someone wants to come out and play," you say.

   I blush, but say nothing.

   "I would say that you want those off... wouldn't you?"

   I try to shrug.

   You decide to press your point.  You walk up to me, very deliberately
invading my space.  My hard-on touches your belly, and I can feel the
warmth of your skin through the thin fabric.  Your perfume threatens to
consume me, and I feel your hard nipples touch my skin.

   You reach up with your hand, sliding it under my boxers at the legs.  I
feel you grasp my balls, and I moan.

   "Talk to me.  Tell me you want to remove your boxers for me."

   I am too stunned to speak for a moment.  You tighten your grip on my
balls, insisting.  I clear my throat.

   "I...um..  what to take them off."

   "Why?"

   I don't know what you want...

   "Tell me that you want to be naked for me.  That you want to show me
your cock.  And then ask me if you may... Come on.  You had better get into
the spirit of this, or you're in for a long night..."

   "Oh... I... um... I want to be naked.  I really would like to show you
my cock.  May I?"

   You are enjoying yourself.  "Are you begging me to be allowed to strip
for me?"

   My voice is a whisper.  "Yes.  I am begging you.  Please let me strip
all of the way for you."

   You take a step back, releasing your grip on my balls.  I am relieved
and disappointed at the same time.

   "Now that is better.  Take them off now.  But make it last.  Allow me to
savor this."

   I slide my hands down my body.  My hands go under my boxers.  With one
hand, I grasp my manhood, to cover it the best I can, while my other hand
slides the boxers down.  As soon as the boxers give way to gravity, I move
my other hand back up, so I remained covered.  You are enjoying the show.

   I stand before you completely naked, except with both hands covering my
loins.

   "Very good... now... slowly... hands back up over your head..."

   I nod... and my hands release their grip on my cock and I raise my arms
again, exposing myself finally, fully, to you.

   My erection throbs up, each beat of my heart visible as it raises up to
its fullest erection.