Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. She watched the dice roll from his fingers, her breath suddenly growing a little ragged. This was insane. She hardly knew him. Just met him. But there they were, quickly talking about all sorts of things, and the subject of strip poker had come up. She had seemed so confident when they had started. Oh yes, sure she told him, she had played all sorts of strip games before. And that's when he produced the dice... Can we go somewhere private? And play a little game? She'd gone back to her place with him, almost giddy with excitement. She had always had incredible luck with these sorts of games. She was sure that very shortly, she'd have him reduced to nothing but his smile...the thought of winning, of stripping him article by article was thrilling...and blotted out the other thought nagging the back of her head: What if I should lose.... They sat down in the living room...on chair in front of the coffee table..she refused to use his dice, though, rummaging some of her own up instead. That seemed to amuse him, but he agreed to use them after he rolled a couple of times to check them. He was in business attire. Suit tie (Mickey Mouse tie..how dangerous could he be...?) She protested...he was overdressed...and he agreed to play without his suit. She watched him carefully as he took off his suit. He was older than she was. Maybe 30. But boyish looks hid his true age. He was trim though...she allowed herself a moment to consider his body...what of it was visible beneath the white shirt. He settled back, his gray eyes finding hers..."OK, ladies first." "Why thank you..." She rolled, and watched the dice as they came up: 1 2 He rolled: 4 4. His pleasure was evident. "Ok...you lose...what's going?" She giggled..."I believe I can spare a sock." A sock...how harmless it all started out...they rolled again... She rolled a 5 2. Seven. Well...not bad... He rolled: 3 4. "Oh oh...tie..now what?" His smile broadened..."We both remove something." My wasn't he in a hurry...She watched as he removed his tie. He was still showing virtually no skin at all... "Hmmmm. A tie. How convenient for you." He looked back at her innocently. She removed her other sock...her feet now bare. Well, he'd better be a pedophile, cause her feet was all she planned on showing him! She blew on the dice for luck and rolled again: She stared in disbelief: 1 1 He tossed the dice with nonchalance...: 5 1 He leaned back, his eyes roving over her body freely..."Well, dear...what now?" She didn't say a word, but began to unbutton her blouse. Her hands were trembling as button by button she undid her top, while his eyes feasted on the flesh being revealed. "It's getting serious now." She said, her voice hoarse, and yes, she had to admit, she felt the wetness spreading below... "Take your time, Lee...I'll wait..." She shrugged the top off and tossed it to the floor, folding her arms across her chest. He arched an eyebrow at her, and she blushed furiously. She was a player, she knew the rules...you couldn't hide what was revealed...Her cheeks were blushed hot, but she put her hands on her thighs, and let hem look at her fully. "Mmmmm...very nice....what size bra is that?" "34b," her voice was just a whisper. He smiled at her. "My favorite size. Perfect in every way. Just right for fondling...and licking...big enough to feel good in your hand, and still be pert..." If it were possible, she blushed even more under his commenting. Wordlessly, she rolled again: 2 2. Was she cursed? He rolled, she watched nervously... 2 3 "I can't believe it!" "My oh my, what lovely luck....what's next fair maiden?" He licked his lips in anticipation... She swallowed hard, and undid her jeans. They were melded to her from the heat rising from her loins, and as she pulled them down, her panties nearly went with them. She tugged them off, and tossed them on top of her blouse. "Looks like I'm in a bit of trouble now," she said, fighting the urge to put her hands in front of her again. "Why, whatever do you mean?" She let out an exasperated sigh. His coolness was unnerving her...as though he had expected this all along..."Well, what I mean is, you're basically dressed and I'm half naked already...If my roommates were to come back now..." "Lee, dear, you've been unlucky is all. But...luck changes..." She couldn't meet his gaze. It was humiliating, being so easily undressed like this. In front of a stranger...and being powerless to stop it! "Besides," he continued. "You love this, don't you...?" "No!" she said, her gaze meeting his with her denial. "I don't mind losing, but I don't enjoy being beaten so badly!" He leaned back, surveying her nearly naked form. "As long as you lose, what difference does it make? Come on...stop teasing me...roll again, my lovely bare maiden..." She rolled. A 1 and a 3. He rolled. 2 5. Her breath was coming in gasps now...now she would have to do it...show him something completely intimate... She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it slide off of her, slowly. Her pink nipples stood out, hard and erect...happy to be free...happy to be fully viewed by him. She felt betrayed by the arousal of her own body. Her cheeks were flushing... "I think you're cheating," she said, not looking at him, but adjusting her panties nervously. How much longer would they be on her? How much longer until all of her body was exposed to his piercing gaze? He laughed. "Lee, dear...they're your dice..." He scooped them up and held them out to her. "Roll again..." She reached for them, and knew without looking that his eyes were locked on her breasts, noticing every bob and weave of her pert nipples as she shook the dice and threw them again. She rolled: 4 4. Finally, a decent roll. His roll: 1 4. "You win," he said. She grinned. "Finally!" "Tell you what. I'm feeling generous. I'll let you pick..what would you like me to remove? Ladies choice." "Well, seeing as how I'm just about all skin, your pants would go a long way in making me feel better..." Without a word, he reached down to his belt, and undid it. She followed his every move. Finally, he would have to show her something...a little of what he was hiding...just how was he below the belt? His pants slid down his thighs. His thighs were lean, and covered with a fine blonde hair. He was wearing white jockey briefs, and the effects of her strip-tease were well noted beneath. His cock strained at the fabric, hard as a pole, pushing at the left side of his shorts. She guessed that if he were adjusted to be straight up that the cockhead would protrude from the waistband. He was probably seven inches long...oh how she wanted to see the rest of that! "Ahhh.. now I'm starting to relax. Very nice," she said, pointedly staring at the bulge in his briefs. For once, he didn't seem to sure of himself. She picked up the dice and rolled again. 2 6 Not bad...but not great. Nervously, she watched him toss the dice: They rolled, spun around, and came up: 6 6. His smile was ear to ear as his gaze swept down her body...to her lone item of clothing left. "Oh boy," she said. "Oh boy, oh boy," he answered. "It seems I am out of choices." "It does, at that," he agreed. his hand strayed down to his crotch, and he adjusted his raging hardon to keep from sliding out of the leg hole. She watched his hands. Seven inches, she guessed, if it were an inch. "Well, seeing as how you now own my last skimpy remnant of clothing any preferences as to how they come off?" "Yes." He said. He stared at her, hungrily, his hand absently touching the bulge at his loins. She blushed again under his lustful gaze, and the silence that followed as his eyes devoured her grew unbearable... "Of course," she said with an exasperated frustrated hand gesture that caused her breasts to jiggle before his eyes, "he makes me ask." She drew a deep breath, her breasts rising as she did. She was trying to control her racing pulse, but it was hard. Yes...she had to admit, she enjoyed losing to him. Being stripped. Forced to remove all of her clothes while he had lost hardly a thing...stripped bare and naked...she loved the sensation...how else could she explain that her panties were now drenched. "How would you like my panties removed?" "Stand up," he said at last. His voice was soft, husky...but there was no mistake: it was a command. One she obeyed. "Now, hook your thumbs in the waist-band...and...slowly...slide them down your thighs..." She did as commanded...her pussy was throbbing unmercifully now...Her pubic hair was red, and full...it was a couple of months from bikini season, so she hadn't started her tight cropped shaving yet. He didn't seem to mind in the least..enjoying the view of her exposed, full snatch... "Stand there for a second, exposed...Let me see you." "And my panties? Shall they stay at my thighs?" He smiled..."No...slide them down your to your ankles, and then step out of them." He watched her for a full minute, until she squirmed under his scrutiny. "OK...you may sit down now...I'm through looking...for now..." She sat, bringing her knees tightly together, and leaning forward, trying to ebb the flow of her juices which were now trickling out of her, and running down her inner thigh... "Ok...roll again," he said, surprising her. "Huh? You won? And, actually late picking up my roommate. I gotta go..sorry. But you had your look. And your fun." "I haven't won yet." "You haven't? I'm as naked as I get!" She protested. Deep down, she felt a twinge of fear and excitement. Actually, she could be more bare...he couldn't mean to play her for her body hair now, could he?" But he had higher stakes in mind... "I won a look at your body. Now I want to win your body." "Meaning?" "You bet your body. If you win, same as before, I strip an article...if you lose, you're mine for the evening. And have to do anything I tell you to." She thought she was going to faint. "Including what?" "Including anything. No limits." "OK, sex if you want. But just here. Just you and me, in private. I don't want to be humiliated, or anything," she said. He picked up the dice. "If you don't want to be humiliated, then I suggest that you roll to win...cause otherwise, you'll be that lovely shade of red all evening. Here...and elsewhere..." Inwardly she quivered with fear, and desire. It was as if he saw her inner thoughts. She put up false walls of a defense, and he plowed right through them, to her inner most, and secret -or so she had thought- desires. "Well...I suppose we do need to finish...and your luck can't hold..." "Roll, my lovely." She tossed the dice, feeling almost giddy. She knew what would happen. If not this roll, then the next. It wouldn't be long. She would lose to him. She would lose everything. In a way, that was a freeing thought. She looked down: 2 4. He scooped the dice up and tossed them: 6 4. "Now," he said, "it is complete." The tremor ran down her body. He had won her. And he would not be easy on her, she knew that. "I don't suppose that we can negotiate surrender terms..." "You're a History major....what did the U.S. stand for in Grant's name?" She met his gaze. His eyes were dancing...laughing at her feeble attempts to maintain a little control. "Unconditional Surrender," she whispered. "Yes...but I'm feeling kind. I'll let you out of our bet." "You will?" "If..." "If what?" He leaned over to her. "I'm going to put my finger to the outside of your pussy. If it's dry, then you're free to do whatever you want to tonight. If you're wet, though, I'm going to make you my obedient little submissive all night...and you will love every humiliating minute of it..." She closed her eyes as his hand went to her loins. She knew what he would find. She knew she had no choice now but to obey him. What use was there in trying to pretend? He somehow knew her...fully...completely...even that dark area of her fantasies that she let no one enter... The shock of his finger touching her was electric. She moaned, involuntarily, her hips moving to his touch. "My, oh my...hot as well as wet..." She blushed, and kept her eyes closed. "You're very wet..." "I know." "How long have you been like this?" "I felt the warmth start when I took off my blouse." "I figured..." She suddenly smelt her fragrance strongly. She opened her eyes, his finger was by her lips, under her nose. "I'm done testing. You may clean my finger now." "What?" "Lick my finger clean." "I don't think so." He laughed at her. "I know you will. You have no choice. But the longer you wait, the worse it will be. I will make you pay for keeping me waiting..." She looked at him, desperately. "Please...don't make me do that..." His eyebrows arched, but he said nothing. A minute passed...and then she reached out with her tongue, tentatively. He was right. She had no choice...no matter how shameful the act, she had to obey. What else was in store for her? When she had complied to his satisfaction, he told her to lie on her belly and wait for him. "My Roommate," she said..."I have to pick her up!" He looked at her. "Well, I'm surprised you want to. But, ok, if you insist, let's go get her." "What?" "Your room-mate...let's go get her." She stared at him in amazement. He let up so easily...she was surprised. She reached for her jeans...but before she could get them, he snatched them from her grasp. "What are you doing?" "I'm-um-getting dressed," she stammered. "And who told you could do that?" "You did. We're getting my room-mate." "Yes. But I never said anything about dressing. Did I?" She stared at him in disbelief, as it suddenly became apparent to her. She was going to have to drive downtown DC completely nude! "I can't do that!" "Well, I thought it was a strange request myself," he admitted, "but you insisted..." "I'd get arrested!" "Oh...chances are we can talk any cop out of a ticket. Unless, maybe it's a female cop...that could be trouble. But, I'm game if you are." "I can't go through with that!" "But your friend is waiting, isn't she? And I don't see you putting these clothes back on for the rest of the night..." Her mind raced frantically. "I'll call her a cab," she said. He shrugged. "Maybe that'd be best. You do that, and I'll find you something to wear..." He started down the hall. "My room's on the--" His look cut her off. "I'll find something." *** As she was hanging up the phone with Yellow Cab, he returned from the bedroom. And she noted with concern that he had not just gone into her bedroom. "Here, put these on." What he had for her to wear was simple. A denim wrap-around skirt, white thigh-high stockings, a vest, and a pair of high heels. It wasn't all from her bedroom, but she was so grateful to have any clothes to put on that she said nothing. She dressed quickly. The vest only had three buttons, and her bosom strained against it. It was not really made to be worn closed, but she wasn't about to leave it open. "These too," he said handing her a pearl necklace. The necklace was faux jewelry and wasn't hers, (in fact she had never seen it before) but she put it on, anyway. The vest pushed her breasts together tightly, giving her more cleavage than she felt comfortable with, and the necklace fell right in the middle of it all, sure to draw attention to her bosom. She knew that she was a sexy sight, and secretly it thrilled her, though she never in a million years would have dressed this way...if she hadn't been forced to. He eyed her critically when she was done dressing. "Very nice," he said. "Except the skirt's too low..." He reached behind her and pulled it up, so the hemline laid higher on her thighs - so high in fact that the hem at the top of her stockings would show if she walked with any decent stride at all. She was very self-conscious of the fact that she wore nothing at all beneath the skirt. She fought the urge to keep her hands in front of her loins. "Ok...we're ready to go." "Go? Where?" He tsked at her, and headed for the door. Meekly, she followed, hoping he had a good heater in his car.