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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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