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