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Becca Brooke
by Dim (dimitri69@fastmail.fm)

***

This is a true story, sort of. Some details are 
exaggerated, some completely made up. And some of the 
names have been changed to protect those that like to 
pretend they're innocent. But SOME of this is true. 
I'll let you fantasize about what's real and what's 
not. (FF, reluc, exh, v, bd, tor)

***

My name is Becca Brooke, and I guess I'm a sex slave.

That sounds too weird. It's not like I'm bound up in a 
leather suit with zipper masks and a chain leash, and I 
don't sleep in a locked box or anything. But I AM a 
"slave", for my best friend Kristi.

It started with poker... and alcohol, of course. 
Normally I'm pretty shy and reserved, but this one 
night Kristi convinced me to join her and some of her 
friends for a friendly game of poker. And naturally, 
with four guys and two girls playing, and beer aplenty, 
it turned into STRIP poker. 

The year before I'd had an affair with a married man... 
again, normally not something I'd have done, but I was 
young and inexperienced, and I thought I was in love. 
Well his wife at the time was apparently pretty tame in 
bed, and I was a blank slate, having never HAD sex 
before, so he got to "train" me the way he liked. I 
learned to be sexually adventurous with him, and 
unfortunately that's something that's hard to UNLEARN. 

So strip poker didn't seem that unreasonable. Well it 
turns out Kristi is something of a card shark, and she 
pretty much ruled the game. She started out focusing on 
the guys, as you'd expect. The kind of strip poker we 
played allowed the winner of each hand to not only 
choose which player stripped off an article of 
clothing, but also to be the one to strip it off of 
them personally. So I spent a couple of hours watching 
Kristi strip four men piece by piece. And I even got to 
win a hand or two. 

My shining moment was when I got to take the last piece 
off of Mark, making him stand in front of me while I 
peeled his underwear down around his ankles and tossed 
them on the table, leaving him completely naked. He was 
very attractive, and turned on, making it quite a show. 
His hard cock bobbed in front of my face when I pulled 
it free from his boxers, and I started to imagine where 
the game might go next.

But that's when Kristi changed tactics. She won the 
next hand and, to everyone's surprise (and the men's 
excited cheers) she chose ME to start stripping. She 
started simple, with shoes and then socks... and she 
pretty much didn't lose a single hand afterwards. There 
was a lot of suggestive talk around the table as Kristi 
won my sweater, then my shirt, then my pants. 

It was a turn on for me as much as for the guys, 
standing in front of my friend and allowing her to 
unbutton my jeans and slowly pull them down over the 
curve of my hips. Her face was pressed close to my sex 
as I put a hand on her shoulder to balance myself 
stepping out of my pants. I was afraid the guys would 
see that I was wet, my panties soaked. And I KNOW 
Kristi saw it.

But despite the rising heat and anticipation in the 
room, Kristi called the game at that point. Everyone 
was pissed, to say the least, but they all went home, 
leaving me and Kristi alone. Neither one of us was 
ready to stop playing though. So we continued, and 
Kristi even let me win a few times, just enough for me 
to get her down to HER bra and panties. Then she got 
back in the game and before long I was stark naked 
before her.

I thought that was the end of it, not knowing how strip 
poker could really go on when you were completely 
stripped. But Kristi suggested that we keep playing for 
"favors". The next hand I lost, Kristi came around the 
table, leaned down close to me and kissed me 
passionately on the mouth. The next, she fondled me as 
we kissed. And the next, her hand found it's way 
between my legs. I'd been taught to be adventurous in 
my earlier affair, but I'd never been with a woman 
before. And Kristi and I had been friends for years, so 
this was pretty shocking for me. But it didn't take 
long for the mood to win out. Eventually we were both 
naked and the "favors" had grown considerably. 

Kristi played it masterfully, using her wins to tease 
me and get me hotter and hotter before finally taking 
anything for herself. That night I had my first taste 
of another woman's pussy, using my tongue on Kristi as 
she leaned back in her chair. I learned how to please 
her, and ultimately I had her cumming in my mouth. But 
all she ever did for me was tease me. She DID use one 
of her wins to get me on MY back on the table, and she 
did use her mouth. But she didn't let me cum.

Until she raised the stakes, that is. After hours of 
playing this game, of touching and kissing and 
exploring each other, but never getting to have an 
orgasm myself, Kristi said we'd start playing for "long 
term favors". Basically we started playing to see who 
would become the "sex toy" for the other, and for how 
long. Well, long story short, she won... of course. We 
both knew she would. And the final score? I was to be 
Kristi's personal plaything for a full year.

So what does that mean, "plaything"? How exactly am I 
her "slave"? Well it's pretty simple actually. I have 
to do anything, absolutely ANYTHING sexual that she 
wants, anytime, anywhere. When she tells me to do 
something I have to do it immediately, with no 
questions or hesitation. Some examples?

Her tastes change from time to time. In the beginning 
she had a thing for watching. She would make me touch 
myself and put on a show for her. Sometimes it would be 
in the privacy of our own apartment, with me naked on 
the couch, my legs spread wide apart and her sitting in 
a chair across the room. She'd watch what I did to 
myself, the way my fingers moved, the way I would make 
myself cum. Sometimes we'd be lying in bed together and 
she'd make me play with myself beside her. 

She'd press against me and put her hand over mine, 
feeling the movements I used. She'd caress my skin, 
kiss my neck, lick and suck on my nipples, all the 
while watching my hand at work. She loved to make me 
keep my eyes open when I came, looking deep into me, 
watching my eyes while my whole body shook with 
powerful orgasm. Looking back now I realize that was 
the first hint of things to come, no pun intended. 

I don't know if you've ever tried to keep your eyes 
open, to maintain eye contact with another person while 
you're cumming over and over again... but it's not 
easy. That little demand was a precursor of other ways 
Kristi would create challenging scenarios for me.

Sometimes she'd make me play with myself in public. At 
a restaurant under the table, or in a crowded theater. 
Many times Kristi would be driving around town and 
she'd make me strip naked in the passenger seat, lean 
the seat back and play with myself right there. It was 
a turn on to think that cars driving past us, 
particularly trucks and SUV's, anything sitting up 
higher than her little Honda, could glance over and 
just see me on display like that. Or that if we got 
pulled over for some reason by a police officer, 
there'd be no way for me to get dressed before he got 
up to the window. 

A couple of times she took us through fast food drive-
up windows while I was doing that (never letting me 
stop). I'm positive that there are strangers out there 
around town who've seen me naked and playing with 
myself now.

She started making me tease myself. She'd watch me play 
with myself as always, but then she'd pull my hand away 
when I got close. Or worse yet she'd make me pull my 
own hand away. Or she'd use her own hand (or mouth, or 
toy) on me, expertly touching my pussy, driving me 
insane with lust. But I'd be ordered to stop her at the 
last possible second. I had to let her get me as close 
as possible but stop her before I actually came. In 
those early days there was the vague suggestion of some 
kind of punishment should I ever break any rule or fail 
whatever challenge she was setting. Eventually the 
suggestion became practice.

I remember the first time... the first time I was 
actually punished, not just threatened with punishment.

Kristi had been torturing me for awhile, laying naked 
in bed with me as she used one of her vibrators on me. 
She would fuck me with it for a bit and then take it 
out and buzz my clit with it for awhile. All the while 
I was required to lay COMPLETELY motionless. If I ever 
so much as TWITCHED, she would stop and I'd have to use 
my mouth on her until she came. Then she'd start again. 
I ended up making her cum with my mouth about a half-
dozen times before she changed the game. 

This time she told me that I could move all I wanted... 
but that I was absolutely FORBIDDEN to cum, no matter 
what. She went back to using her toy on me, and I 
writhed and moaned, turned on as much by my new freedom 
to express my arousal as I was by what she was doing. 
But then she added her tongue to the mix, fucking me 
with the vibrator and licking and sucking my clit with 
her mouth. I quickly went over the edge, bucking my 
hips up against her as I came hard and loud.

Well because I'd broken her rules she told me she had 
to punish me. She had me stand at the foot of the bed, 
bent over at the waist. Then she showed me her newest 
toy, a cat-o-nine-tails whip she'd purchased earlier 
that day. She proceeded to whip my back and my ass and 
the backs of my thighs. It hurt, but since it was the 
first time she was pretty gentle with me.

That wouldn't last long.

Eventually the punishment itself became the point of 
the game. Kristi loves to set up impossible challenges 
for me, such as tying me up and filling me with 
vibrators and then demanding that I not cum, or giving 
me three minutes to get her undressed and make her cum 
with my mouth. She comes up with little games and 
challenges that we both KNOW I won't be able to win, 
and then punishes me for failing. And she likes to 
scare me with details of the punishment before we 
start. She'll explain in detail how she's going to 
punish me, to let the mental image form while I'm 
trying to meet her demands.

One time she invited over a couple of the guys from 
that poker game, Mark and David. I was told that they 
were allowed to use me however they wanted that night, 
and that I had better be the best fuck either of them 
had ever had. Kristi said that when they were done with 
me she was going to ask them if I had satisfied them, 
and if either one said no, then they BOTH would get to 
whip me. She stripped me in front of them and took a 
few minutes to demonstrate for the guys what they'd be 
allowed to do to me if I wasn't good enough for them. 

She used her whip on my back, my legs, my ass, and 
finally she whipped my breasts and then my pussy. The 
guys were extremely turned on watching this, and so of 
course, after hours of being fucked and forced to suck 
their cocks, swallowing their cum, of course they said 
that it hadn't been very good. So Kristi tied me up for 
them and they spent the rest of the night whipping me.

She liked to make me swallow cum. I'd learned to give 
head in that ill-advised affair I'd had, but I never 
really liked to swallow. So Kristi used to make me beg 
her male friends to fuck my mouth. Even though they 
always knew the reason they were there was to use my 
mouth, she liked to make me beg and plead for it first. 
And I'd always have to swallow. 

Every cock I ever sucked got to cum in my mouth. Kristi 
would participate sometimes. She'd kneel beside me in 
front of the guy and hold the back of my hair in her 
fist. When the guy would get close she'd pull my head 
back and tell me to keep my mouth open while she jacked 
him off the rest of the way. It turned her on to be the 
one filling my mouth with a man's cum, watching it 
splash on my tongue and gloss my lips. 

She always wanted me to have to taste it before I 
swallowed, even when the man came deep in my throat. 
She'd pull them back so the head of their cocks were 
just barely in my mouth and the cum would fill my mouth 
rather than just shooting down the back of my throat.

One night she held a party, with me as the party favor. 
There were six couples (I still don't know who half of 
them were), and over the course of the night I was to 
go around and please everyone there. This time there 
wasn't any challenge involved. It wasn't the old 
standby of having to satisfy everyone or else I'd be 
punished. This time I was told that I was GOING to be 
punished, no matter what. The whole point of this party 
was that everyone there was going to get to whip me. 

There was a drawing at the start of the night, with 
everyone pulling one card out of a hat. Each card had a 
length of time that that person would get to whip me. 
There were six 5-minute cards, three 10-minute cards, 
two 30-minutes cards, and one 60-minute one. That's 
three full hours of being whipped. The only good thing 
was that everyone was allowed to "cash in" their cards 
whenever they felt like it. 

So even though I had three hours of whipping to look 
forward to, it ended up being spread out over the 
course of the night rather than being three solid hours 
all together at the end of the party. So every once in 
awhile over the course of the night someone would 
announce that they wanted to whip me. They'd hand 
Kristi their card, she'd announce to the group that so-
and-so was about to whip Becca for 5 minutes, or 15 
minutes, or whatever, and then bring the selection of 
whips over for the person to choose one. 

I really was lucky that everyone was willing to pace 
themselves. Only a couple of times did two people 
decide to whip me back to back, and fortunately those 
were one of the 10-minute winners followed by a 5-
minute one. The BIG winner of the night was Michelle, 
who got the 60-minute card. But even she had to get 
permission to break it up into two sessions of 30. She 
couldn't go for a full hour all at once, thank God.

Not that it was fun (well, it was kind of fun, but not 
really). Kristi encouraged everyone to whip me hard. A 
couple of times she had to stop the clock for someone 
so she could step in and teach them how hard to whip 
me, and show them where it would hurt the most. 
Generally speaking the guys could do it hard enough for 
her, but didn't really know where. Kristi had to show 
them how to focus on my nipples, my asshole and my 
pussy. 

The girls, however, knew EXACTLY where to whip me, but 
had to be encouraged to do it harder than they first 
wanted to. Most of them could imagine how much it hurt 
to have a whip come down directly on my swollen clit, 
and initially were reluctant to do it as hard as 
Kristi. They got over it though, and in the end they 
were the most brutal. Several times I'd be unable to 
stand still through the pain, and I'd have to be held 
in place by the guys while one or another of the girls 
went to work on me.

I occasionally got a bit of payback though. A few times 
Kristi would bring one of the girls over and let me 
have my way with HER. The first couple of times I 
really just teased them and used them to make myself 
cum. 

Gradually I learned to tie them up when I teased them, 
pushing them right to the very edge before stopping. 
Kristi has a talent for bring someone so close to the 
line that even a fraction of a second longer and they'd 
cum. It's a gift she's honed to perfection on me, and 
she used these girl "volunteers" to help me learn how 
to do it too. I learned how to tease them for hours, to 
get them literally BEGGING to cum. And then I'd 
straddle their faces and force them to use their mouths 
on me while I whipped their tits and pussies. 

I have to say, after so many times of being on the 
receiving end of that kind of punishment, it was a 
tremendous turn on to finally have the whip in MY hand 
for a change. To feel another girl struggling 
underneath me as I bring my whip down on her breasts. 
I'd hold her breast in my left hand, tweaking her 
nipple to get it hard before bring my whip down on it 
over and over again. 

Watching her pull on her restraints when I move to her 
other breast, whipping both her nipples till they're 
red and raw. To feel her moaning and crying out into my 
pussy when I reach down and push her own pussy lips 
apart so I can whip her clit. I learned to love the 
sensation of cumming on another girl's mouth while I 
was whipping her pussy.

Well, anyways... as I said, the terms of that poker 
game that night were that I would be Kristi's plaything 
for one full year. That was thirteen months ago. Kristi 
hasn't said anything about the time running out, and I 
haven't brought it up either. Truth is I enjoy what we 
do. I never would have thought I'd like being a slave, 
or enjoy all the punishment. But I do. Really.

I HAVE spent the past year practicing my poker game 
though. There may come a time when we have to make a 
wager again, re-up the ante so to speak. And who knows 
how it will play out THIS time?

Not the end...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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