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Subject: {ASSM} "Games"  by deirdre  (FF, MF?, bdsm, D/s)  --  rp by H. Jekyll and Please Cain
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Games 
by deirdre

FF, MF? Bdsm, D/s 

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Please contribute to the 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest" this Spring.
Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****


Date: Thu, 31 Mar 1994 03:48:33 

Games 
by deirdre

Cindy and I are teachers at the same school. We car-pool because we
live only a couple of miles from each other and the school where we
teach is a 40 minute drive away. We have been good friends for years
and often shop together as well as go to a movie or have a drink
together after work. Cindy had been going with a new guy for just a
couple of weeks. The guy was from England and his name was Larry. I'd
met him once and thought he was kind of sexy and exotic and that Cindy
was pretty lucky.

Then one Saturday, I went over to Cindy's apartment: we often drop in
on each other without calling ahead. I had to shop for a dress and I
was going to invite her to come along, but when she answered the door,
she refused to let me in--she didn't even open the door all the
way--just poked her head out the door. "Is Larry there?" I whispered.
"No", she said. "Someone else!" I whispered. "No" she said. "Then
what's wrong?" "Nothing." She was acting very strangely. Finally, I
left... more than a little peeved.

On Monday when we drove in to work, she apologized and seemed
embarrassed about it. "Larry *was* there wasn't he? How come you
couldn't tell me?" "No, he wasn't." "Then what was going on?" "Well",
she said, "Larry and me play this game." "But you said he wasn't
there!" "He wasn't." "What's going on?" I was getting frustrated. "I'm
sorry", said Cindy, "I'll explain. Larry and I play this game where
..." she paused and seemed unwilling to go on. "Well, I am... I pretend
to be his slave."

I sat there in silence with my mouth hanging open. "It's only a game"
she said nervously. "He *makes* you do this?" I asked incredulously.
"No!" she said "we are both just playing, for fun." "So what was with
Saturday?" I asked warily. "Well, Larry had ordered me to stay, uh,
undressed all day." Once again I was speechless. "The pervert" I
muttered. "No!" she said sharply, again, kind of nervously, "It *is*
different, but I kind of like it." "Kind of?" "I *do* like it. This is
embarrassing!"

"So Larry told you to stay naked all day, so you spent your Saturday
sitting around your apartment with no clothes on?" "I guess it sounds
dumb. He came over later after you left." We rode in silence for a
while. "I imagine he also orders you to do other things." I finally
said. "Well, yes." she said. Once again she seemed embarrassed, so once
again I stopped talking. Before the ride was over, we started talking
about other things and again we were on easy terms, but we avoided the
subject all week. The following Saturday, Cindy called me up and asked
if I would go to a matinee with her. I was kind of glad she called me
because I had become nervous about approaching her . We decided to
discuss our choice of movies after she came over. But before we
actually started discussing them, she shocked me again. "Larry was
pleased that you were curious about our game" she said. I couldn't
believe she'd told him about our conversations! "He told me..." she
broke off and obviously she was very embarrassed. "He told me to be
your, uh, slave." I was speechless.

"Uh, how was that?" I finally managed to get out. "Like with him.
Anything you tell me to do, I do it." "Look Cindy, I guess it's all
right for you to play those games with Larry, but...,but please don't
make things weird." "I'm sorry" she said, but in such a pentinent way
that I was suspicious. "Well, let's decide what movie to see," I
finally said. "OK" she said, once more in a voice that sent shivers
down my spine. *The asshole* I thought. But our discussion of movies
was a sham: anything I suggested, she agreed to. I asked her to make a
suggestion and I could tell she was just trying to name the one *I*
would choose. Finally I blurted out "I can't take this!" "I'm sorry"
she whimpered and she looked genuinely alarmed.

"How does he make you do these things?" "He doesn't" She looked
distressed at my agitation and my line of questioning. "Did he threaten
to drop you?" "No!" she shot back, looking really hurt. "It was his
idea, but..., but I find the game... exciting!" "Well, you don't have
to play it with me!" "Yes, but..., that's part of our... his and my
game. He told me to, to be your slave, and I want to keep playing."
Then my curiosity got the best of me, and in retrospect, I was lost. I
began to wonder how far she would go with this game. "And you'll really
do anything I tell you to?" "Yes," she said. I thought about it. "What
if I tell you to drop Larry." "Well, no," she said, "I guess I have to
do anything you say that doesn't contradict what Larry tells me to do."
"What if I told you to jump off a cliff?" I said. "You're my
friend--you wouldn't injure me," she said, "That is one of the reasons
I can play with you". I thought some more. "What if you want to quit?"
I asked. "I don't".

"But if you change your mind? He'll drop you, won't he?" "Oh, we can
quit any time. He's not mean--he wouldn't drop me." "Yeah, right."
"Well, I guess I don't really know until I try, but, well, so far he
has been really good about, well, uh, making sure I'm feeling OK about
it."

That got me thinking. After a little while I said "Do you enjoy this?"
"Yes" she said in a quiet, unsteady voice, obviously embarrassed. I
thought again. "What if I asked you to do something that wouldn't
injure you but that you really don't want to do?" "I'd... do it if I
could... I don't know, maybe there are some things that would make me
quit." I thought some more.

"OK" I said, and I think my worst side came out in that moment, "take
off your clothes, kiss my shoes, then...," I thought for a second "go
to my room and get a leather belt, come back, give it to me, and lean
over the table so I can whip your ass." I think I smirked. But she
immediately started taking off her clothes! I was speechless again!
Soon she was nude and she got down on her knees and put her head down
right to my shoes and kissed them! And something about it excited me!
*Me...on a power trip*, I thought. Then she went over to my room, came
back with a belt, gave it to me and leaned over the table!

I sat there thinking. "Are you enjoying this?" I asked quietly, at
last. She didn't say anything right away. "You have to answer me
honestly, don't you?" I asked. "Are you enjoying this?" "Yes" she said
in a half whisper. "You like to wait, nude, for your best friend to
whip you?" "I'm sorry" she said, and again she seemed pentinent. "So
you're just going to *let* me whip you?" "Yes" she answered. Then, the
devil got into me again--I swung the belt around a couple of times, not
touching her, but so that she could hear the swishing sound. She still
remained there, not moving. I touched the belt to the skin of her rear,
then tapped her rear lightly a couple of times with it. She still
didn't move. "Are you ready?" I asked. "Yes" she said again, in a
hoarse whisper. Finally, I raised it up and slapped her ass with it
once. She jumped, but didn't say anything nor did she even yell. I
waited a little while, then I whipped her again. Then a third time.
Then I spoke: "Did you like that?" "Yes" she said.

I thought some more. "Do I turn you on?" "Y... Yes" she answered. "But
never before this game." I suggested. "No... Yes..." she said. "Uh, did
I turn you on before you ever met Larry?" "Yes" she whispered. That was
one of the shocks of my life. But my curiosity kept me from stopping
the questions: "so you were going to come on to me some day?" "No" "You
were going to remain attracted to me and never do anything about it?"
"Yes". I thought some more. This certainly was a surprise. I'd never
had a single feeling for any female, and here I find Cindy had been
harboring these feelings... "Have you ever been attracted to other
females?" "Yes" "Have you ever... *done* anything with other females?"
"No" "So you were going to go through life like any ordinary female,
but harboring these secret feelings?" "Yes" "Do you like men?" "Yes"
"Do you... ever think about females when you... *masturbate*?" "Yes"
"Me?" "Yes. I'm sorry." She seemed about to cry, but I didn't stop.
"Did you think about this? Me, uh, with a belt and you..." "No" "You
think about us doing it" "No" "Then what?" "Uh, kissing" "That's all?
You masturbate just thinking about us kissing?" "Yes... well..." "Go
on" "Well, I've thought about your breasts: about me kissing your
breasts."

I didn't continue 'the third degree' any further, and I noticed that I
was wet! Upon thinking about it, I noted that I was really excited and
it made me wonder about myself. But I had had enough. I told Cindy to
get dressed and that I wasn't in the mood for a movie and maybe we'd
see a movie some other day. Of course, she went along with everything I
said, soon leaving me to my thoughts.

Well, once again, our ride to work on Monday was beyond embarrassment.
In fact, we rode in complete silence all the way to work, but we
managed to get conversation about neutral topics going on the way home
that evening. Wednesday evening, Cindy convinced me to stop on the way
home for a drink, and wonder of wonders, Larry showed up. He was all
charm, and set me at ease quicker than I would have thought possible,
but then I'd just had a gin and tonic. Then he said "I hear you two had
an interesting time." This time I wasn't embarrassed or even too pissed
off--I just made a snide comment about his getting his jollies through
vicarious experiences. He just looked amused, then quietly told Cindy
to kiss my hand! And right there in the bar, she took my hand, brought
it up to her mouth, and kissed it! And I got wet, of all things!
Suddenly we weren't gabbing, and each word we spoke seemed carefully
chosen. Larry ordered each of us another drink, and I drank mine too
fast. "Now you kiss Cindy's hand," he said to me. He was so
self-assured and sexy, even if he was saying things he never should. I
loved his voice. I was a bit drunk, and I actually *did* it. And I was
really wet!

We left soon after that, and they took me home, Larry driving Cindy's
car. When they dropped me off, Cindy invited me to her house for dinner
on Friday. Her "we" assured me that Larry was going to be there. Then
my nervousness returned, but had I mumbled an assent before I had time
to think clearly about what I ought to do. After they left, I was left
wondering what was up. Almost surely, they intended to play their games
with me. It seemed like Larry was going to watch Cindy be my slave, or
maybe he wanted to have two slaves! I knew I wouldn't stand for the
latter, but the thought of being a slave didn't seem to dampen my
excitement the way I thought it would. I ended up making myself come in
bed that night.

Well, Thursday morning, I was feeling really weird about the whole
thing and told Cindy on the way in to work that I didn't think I could
make it after all. She took it in stride, but said they would prepare
it for me anyway and that I should come if I could. What could I say?
Well, Friday evening came around and I showed up at her apartment,
right on time. To my surprise, a fourth person was there, a young woman
whom I had never met, named Lisa. She looked like a teenager, and it
turned out she was: 19 years old and a sophomore in college. She was
young, athletic, and beautiful and I was instantly jealous. I wondered
if they had invited her in my stead, but they had set four places at
the table. As we ate, I found out that she had met Cindy at school--she
was planning on being a teacher, and the university she attended
arranged for sophomores interested in teaching certification to visit a
teacher for a day. She was so young--she was enthusiastic, yet not
quite sure of herself, and she looked up to both Cindy and me as gods!
I started thinking, presumably with the help of the wine, about what
Larry (and Cindy) might have planned for the evening. I had accepted
that it would be fun to have Cindy as my slave, but I started thinking
about Lisa! My mind saw her as the perfect slave! Eager to please,
young, lithe, ... I couldn't believe my mind could lead me in these
directions! I hardly noticed the dinner I was eating, which is highly
unusual for me. By the end, my mind was turning over all kinds of
possibilities, imagining that maybe Larry wanted three slaves, or maybe
he was going to have Cindy as his slave and Lisa would be mine! Or
maybe he wanted to try Lisa as his slave and would have Cindy serve me
again! I begin to imagine Lisa as a slave! Nude, kneeling in front of
me, kissing my shoes, handcuffed, licking me! Whimpering! I got excited
just sitting there at the table, and more than once, conversation
failed me.

Well, after dinner, we all adjourned to the living room. None of us
three women offered any conversation, and it seemed we three had an
unspoken understanding that Larry would start a game of some sort.
"Lisa, unbutton your blouse," he said. She looked at him sharply and
studied him a minute. Then she started unbuttoning it. "Leave it
closed--just unbutton all the buttons," he added. We all watched in
silence as she unbuttoned all the buttons. She wasn't wearing a bra and
we could see her skin all the way down to her waste, but her breasts
were still covered. Even so, I stared at the opening of her blouse,
transfixed. "Now, Debbie, you unbutton yours the same way." Without
thinking, I followed Larry's command. I still looked at Lisa. "OK,
Debbie, now take it off." The air was thick. I glanced briefly at
Larry, then took off my blouse, almost without thought. I still wore my
bra. Lisa and I just sat there, eyes glued on each other. Someone
unsnapped my bra--it was Cindy. "Take off your pants, Debbie." I
started to do it, but faltered, and seemed to come to my senses. "Do
it!" came Larry's stern voice. When I didn't, he said "Lisa, kiss
Debbie's lips." Lisa approached without taking her eyes off me, and I
melted. She gave me a soft kiss, but didn't linger. "Now, take off her
pants, Lisa." I didn't resist. How could I? Since I'd kicked off my
shoes, I was wearing nothing but panties. "Now, the panties, Lisa."

I was nude. Standing on my knees. "Kiss her again". I was in a daze. My
eyes shut. Something clicked, and I realized my hands were held behind
me. Handcuffed! Lisa withdrew her kiss and I opened my eyes. Larry was
giving her a whip! It was little, about as long as a belt. "She's
frightened, let her see it," said Larry. Lisa brought it over, and held
it up in front of my face. I noticed her blouse was buttoned again.
Then she held the whip to my lips and said "Kiss it." It was a quiet
voice, but with an assurance I never would have expected, based upon
our dinner conversation. When I didn't do anything, she put a hand to
the back of my head, and gently pressed it forward until my lips
touched the whip. When she released my head, I looked up at her. She
looked deadly serious. I noticed that Cindy and Larry were sitting
together on the couch, fully dressed, but hands all over each other.
They were watching us.

"Put your head on the floor" said Lisa. I glanced down, a little
confused. "Stay on your knees, but bend down with your ass in the air
and your head on the floor" she clarified. When I still didn't budge
for another second, she put her hand on the back of my head again, and
guided it down to the floor. "Count each time you are whipped" she
said. Subconsciously, I had realized that I was to be whipped, but this
made it explicit. Suddenly, my ass exploded in pain. Then I realized I
had heard the sound. I didn't scream. I sort of sang a little note,
involuntarily. "Count. Say 'One'," came Lisa's voice. It was still
soft, but sterner than before. "One," I whimpered. She whipped me 25
times. I counted them all. Then she put her hand to my cunt. It was
soaked. She looked amused. I felt so humiliated.

I glanced at Larry and Cindy. Cindy's blouse was unbuttoned and Larry
had his hand inside. She was looking at me and breathing hard. Larry
was looking at her. I felt the handcuffs being released. Lisa made me
get dressed without my underwear, then handcuffed me again with my
hands in front. Then she took me outside, to her car, handcuffed. It
was a Corvette, in perfect condition. I realized she was a rich kid.
She drove me to her apartment and I stayed the night. She taught me to
eat her, making me practice all night. I've been here ever since, at
her beck and call. Cindy and Larry have come over a couple of times and
she makes me lick Cindy and suck Larry's cock. Cindy is very amused by
it all.

I can't believe the things I do for Lisa. She taught a girlfriend of
hers to enjoy whipping me. Now she's hinting at some sort of party she
is going to throw. I think about Larry and Cindy now and what they do
seems like such innocent fun.

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