Strip poker with an "interesting" twist! A Night on the Town And then there was the Thursday night that Ana and I went out. In Holland (at least in our corner of it), the big nights to go out are Thursday and Saturday, and nothing really happens until after eleven. Nobody really goes out on Friday (too busy recovering from Thursday, I guess). Not much gets done on Friday mornings! That made both Thursday and Friday a bit dull for us - I have to be at work early on Fridays, and there just isn't anything happening on Friday night! I was about two and and a half hours late getting home (overtime for the fourth day in a row), but had worked a deal with my boss to come in late the next day to make up for it. She was waiting for me at the door with a kiss and a cold beer. "Rough day?" she said. "You look pretty beat." "You know it, honey" I said. "This was one of those days. At least tomorrow's Friday, and I don't have to be in until noon." "I know it's been pretty hectic for you lately, and I though you could use a little relaxation," she said with a smile that lit up her whole face. "Maybe you could lie down and rest for a while, and then we could go out for a bite to eat and few beers." I sat down and put up my feet. "Great idea, but from the gleam in your eyes, I don't think that I'd get much rest!" "Only if you really want to. I thought you might like to play a little cards for a while to unwind." Teaching Ana my own variation of the fine American art of strip poker was probably one of the most rewarding things I ever did, and that Thursday night proved to be no exception. Half an hour later, I was missing only my shoes and socks, and belt. Things weren't going quite as well for Ana - she was down to her panties and bra. "Shit! That's three hands in a row I've lost!" she exclaimed as we compared hands. "and I had plans for you, too!" "Looks like they'll just have to wait for another time." Collecting and shuffling the cards, I could tell that she was both excited by her situation and a bit frustrated by her failure to win. "Take off the bra." "You won it, you take it off," she said defiantly. I stood up and reached across the table, and down her back to the clasp at her back. Unfastening it, I pulled the loose ends forward, caressing her sides as I did, and then followed through with the backs of my fingers on her breasts. As my fingertips passed her nipples, I noted that she definitely was a bit excited. She extended her arms forward for me, and I pulled the bra down her arms to her wrists - then suddenly twisted the straps together, pinning her hands together. With one hand, I jerked them up over her head. The other hand returned to the darkening tips of her luscious tits. I tweaked a bit, and she tried to move her head against my body. "That's good," she moaned. "Please don't stop!" I pulled the bra off of her arms and sat down, saying "you'll get plenty of that before I'm through!" Defiantly, again, "only if you win!" I dealt the next hand - and she reached over and took my cards. "You can play mine, your luck is just a little too good when you deal!" I picked up her cards - two pair. She drew three cards. "Damn! these are the same as the ones I threw away!" "That happens. Now you take off your panties!" She stood, and removed them with a flourish which would have done justice to Gypsy Rose Lee. Pouting a bit, she said "Here. Take them. I can still win, you know!" That was true - you see we play strip poker with slightly -er- different rules. Just losing the clothes isn't the end of the game. Even naked, we have something left to bet - ourselves. Sometimes, we both run out of clothes, and that can be a lot of fun. Usually, we don't, and the winner gets to collect a very enjoyable wager from a (usually) willing slave! Surprisingly, she did win the next two hands. She eyed my cock through my shorts hungrily as I removed my pants. The bulge was a bit obvious, and the look on her face (to say nothing of the look of her nipples) told me that she wanted it. She dealt the next hand, and looked at me triumphantly. "I don't need any cards!" she said as I drew two. She had a full house, but so did I - and my cards were bigger. Her nipples were, too, as I said "you know the rules. Go get the toys!" "I'll get you next time!" she muttered as she walked out of the room. I kicked back, relaxed, and lit a cigarette as I pondered her fate. She returned, and put the box on the floor in front of me. "Turn around and close your eyes!" I commanded. "No peeking!" As I rummaged through the toys, I glanced up and caught her eyeing my selections. "I told you not to peek!" I said. "That's going to cost you!" "What are you going to do about it?" more defiance. I love it when she gets that way, especially when she shouldn't. She does, too, which is why she does it. I grabbed a leather blindfold and placed it across her eyes, then buckled it carefully over her blonde hair in the back. "Be careful." I warned. "You didn't win, so you will do what I tell you or pay the penalty!" I buckled a wide leather belt (more like a supple leather corset with several rings and smaller buckles on it) tightly around her waist. Two more wide straps graced her thighs, right up against her now-damp puss. I then selected four leather cuffs, and fastened one to each wrist and ankle. The wrist cuffs, I fastened to the ones at the thighs, and two smaller straps pinned her elbows to the sides of the waist belt. I embraced her from behind, and began to pay serious attention to her stiff little nips. "Ooooooooo! Harder!" she moaned as I pinched and twisted gently. "Be quiet! I'll decide what I do, when, and how!" "But it feels sooooo good! Don't stop!" she said, pressing her ass back against my crotch. "I'll decide what you do, too, and the first thing you're going to do is take off my clothes! Now!" It took a while, using her teeth and tongue, to work my t-shirt up to my arms. I sat down to make it easy for her to completely remove. When she had finished, I stood up again, and suddenly moved away from her. "Now, the shorts!" It took her a minute or two to find me, and she had to get onto her knees to grab the waistband to pull them down. As soon as she had uncovered it, she laughed greedily as her lips made a beeline for my cock. Pushing her head away, I said "I didn't tell you to suck on me, I told you to take off my shorts! That's going to cost you, too!" I didn't exactly stand still and make the job easy for her. She was laying on the floor with her head at my feet when she finally had the shorts down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and told her to stand up. "From the time that simple job took, I don't think you've earned the snack you wanted yet." I picked up the shorts, and looked at her. She stood there, legs apart, and arms pinned to her sides with her fingers fluttering as she swayed and turned slightly trying to figure out where I was and what I was doing. I grabbed her hair and forced the shorts into her mouth as she gasped in surprise. A wide rubber strap held them in place, the smooth black contrasting nicely with her fair complexion and the brown leather of the blindfold. A short strap, about six inches long, quickly materialized between her ankle cuffs. "Now, a bit of punishment for your bad attitude," I said matter- of-factly. She really began to squirm as i placed spring clamps on her nipples. "Uummmmm Ummmmm Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she protested. "What's the matter? Can't you speak either Dutch or English?" I asked. I sat down on the couch and lit another cigarette. "I need another beer." I suggested. As she hobbled out of the room to get it, I moved the coffee table away from the couch. I heard the refrigerator door close, and soon she came slowly through the door with the beer in one hand and the opener in the other. I opened the beer and poured into my glass, then took a sip as she stood there expectantly. The clamps (and the cold air from the refrigerator) had had a visible effect on her nipples. The aureoles were very dark, and the tips looked very sensitive. A little attention from my fingertips and tongue, and she almost fell down! When I stopped, there were more muffled noises from behind the rubber strap. I stood up. "I had intended to give you a little of this..." I said, pulling her roughly to me and pressing my cock between her legs. She squirmed and tried to get me inside her, but could not move enough. "... but you're going to have to wait! Maybe that will improve your attitude. I snapped a thin leather strap onto a convenient ring at the front of her waist, then eased her onto the floor on her belly. Removing the hobble from her ankle cuffs, I attached them to the cuffs on her thighs. I carefully pulled the thin strap up between her legs, being very careful to place it deeply into her wet sex and between her ass cheeks. From there it went through a loop at the back of the belt, between her elbows, and along her spine to the pack of the rubber strap holding my shorts in her mouth. I pulled it just tight enough to pull her head back a bit. As a finishing touch, I tied a leather thong to one of her big toes. I threaded it under the strap emerging from between her buttocks, and then tied it to the other toe. Now, any movement of her head, legs, or feet would have its effect on the tension of the strap between her thighs. She was noticing this, as she moved tentatively in her bondage. "Now, you can do whatever you can for yourself. Just think - it could have been me in your cunt or your mouth! If you're good for a while, and lay nice and still, I may let you loose and even fuck you... tomorrow morning or so." She moaned into her gag and began to squirm. I looked at her ass, with her heels pressed into it. The cheeks were quivering a bit as she explored the possibilities of her position. I reached over and turned on the television, lit another cigarette, and directed my attention to my beer and the 6:30 news. I knew it drove her crazy when I did that. Within a half hour or so, Ana was moving about to the limits of her position. Her knees worked quickly apart and together, and her ass lifted into the air as she bent at the waist to work that thin crotch strap deeper into her ass. Her feet worked convulsively to get her toes (and their share of the tie) into the act, and it looked like she was going down on the carpet as she bent her bead forward to pull the strap deeper into her now soaked cunt. An incredible series of noises emerged from behind the gag. As I watched, she convulsed abruptly as she reached the first orgasm of the evening. She screamed into the gag as I reached down and pulled on the strap myself. I lifted slightly and she helped with her knees, then suddenly arched her back and lifted her legs. I held her up as she squirmed and bucked. Her fingers and toes clenched and then spread wide, and she shuddered in another strong orgasm. Then, with little mewing noises coming through her gag, she went limp and relaxed. I rolled her gently over onto her back, and noticed that the tit clamps were missing - she had worked them off in her struggles against the rug. I removed the rubber strap from her sweat- soaked face, and pulled out the thoroughly soaked pair of shorts. I bent and kissed her, and it seemed like she was trying to tongue my balls through my mouth. I hadn't seen her this worked up in a long time. "Too bad you lost at cards, dear. Must have been some plans you had for me." She spread her knees apart, and said "Please fuck me now! Please!" "Not yet. But if you're good, maybe I'll let you suck my cock for a while. Like that idea?" "Oh, yes!" I laid a big throw pillow on the floor against the front of the couch, then worked her onto her knees, leaning her forward on the pillow so that her breasts just came against the front edge of the couch. I picked up her clamps, and put them back in place. When she started to protest, I said "watch it, or I'll give you a real gag, and you can just lay there and dream until it's time to go out!" A bit subdued, she waited until I sat in front of her and wrapped my legs around her. As she took me into her mouth, her pinioned hands gripped my ankles like vices. She said something past my cock - was it really "now I've got you!"? She can do things with her mouth like no other lady I ever met. Fast and slow, deep and shallow, now sucking and now nibbling up and down the sides of my shaft. She took her time about it. I reached around to her back and found the rubber piece with the crotch strap attached. As I pulled up, not too gently, she moved her knees apart and began to spasm again. Suddenly, I was caught in the wave, out of control. My legs crushed her belly and breasts against the pillow and the front of the leather couch, and must have shot a quart of hot fire into her mouth. She redoubled her efforts, and crashed into another shuddering peak. I thought she was going to suck my balls inside out. Spent, I had to sort of pry her off of me - she didn't stop working, and (after I come), it's almost excruciatingly sensitive (a fact that I'm sure she would have exploited if she had won the game: she usually did). I reached over and freed her ankles, wrists, and elbows, and laid her on the floor. I gently massaged her arms and legs, and removed the blindfold. She looked at me as if about to say something, then thought better of it and just smiled. We lay together and kissed, more slowly and passionately this time. When her hand strayed for my crotch, I decided it was time to move on. I looked at the clock - it was about 10:30. I helped Ana to her feet and led her into the bedroom. She walked over to the bed and pulled down the covers. I said, "not yet. We're going out for drinks, remember? Come with me!" I led her into the bathroom, and said "I'm going to take a shower. You're going to wait for me, then dry me off. Any bullshit, and I'll gag you with a bar of soap! Understand?" She nodded, then stood quietly as I pulled her wrists up behind her back, then fastened the cuffs to a towel ring. They were quickly joined by her friend, the body strap. "Keep your feet half a meter apart." She quickly complied, and flexed her knees a bit to vary the tension on the strap. "Have fun!" After a luxurious, hot shower, I stepped out to find Ana standing as I had left her. Her eyes were closed, and she had a kind of dreamy look on her face. She had managed to get the towel out of the ring and was holding it in her hands. Her skin glistened from the steam of the shower, and the various leather gadgets adorning her body were darkened from the moisture in the air and her sweat. I let her loose, and she meekly toweled me dry. She even combed my hair for me, then padded quietly after me as I returned to the bedroom. "Ok..." I said. "To keep the evening interesting, we're going to play a game. You are going to wear the things you have on under the clothes I pick out for you. We're going to play a bit of a game. Anytime I say 'mouth', you will immediately stop talking and open yours, just like my pecker was in it. Yry it. Mouth!" She looked at me questioningly. "One point. I'm keeping track, and I have a punishment in mind for each point you get when you goof! Mouth!" Her mouth opened and her lips pursed in a perfect pantomime of a