Poker Chip

Poker Chip

To the Reader: Those who follow me know I write from a female empowerment point of view. Too much erotic writing is from the male perspective where the male always gets what he wants. Most femdom writings are just male fantasies as well. Very little is written where it is the female who gets to indulge herself in some way pleasing to only her. This story is a bit different. While the women are still in firm control, the things they do may be somewhat more appealing to what men think women might want to do if things were reversed. Frankly, I can not say if this is true or not. Women represent a wide variety of tastes when it comes to sex and despite centuries of conditioning to a prescribed role, there have been some noteworthy exceptions demonstrated by female trail blazers willing indulge their desires. I have no doubt that many women will find the things the women in this story do to be distasteful to them. However, they should be aware that everything described has been done by women and for their own pleasure instead of fulfilling a male fantasy. Doubt this? I suggest you may underestimate the female gender.

Reading the above, you can now decide if you want to read on. Comments are appreciated but consider that something you hate may be just what someone else wants to read. It is a big tent and plenty of side shows.

Yesterday I was thinking and said to my life partner, "Well Chip, its been a few years now and I think I am comfortable enough with your service and devotion that I need you to try something special. My friends already know about our unique relationship and all have been here from time to time to witness how we live and I must say, they approve and are quite jealous. So far I've only had them over in ones or twos but my friend Kathy just came up with a wonderful idea the other day, a real game changer. Now that winter weather is settling in, why not have a ladies only poker night?"

"This morning I decided yes, why not, especially knowing that I have you to do all the work and are available for whatever is needed during our game. Kathy quickly agreed that our place is definitely the idea spot to meet; especially, with you as my special asset. She and three other friends, who you have already met will be here Friday evening at six. Make sure we have enough wine and some of ladies like a bit of rum, whisky and Irish coffee, so make sure we have what is needed. I think some hot and cold snacks as well and a charcuterie board. Oh, and make sure you have your sexy butler's outfit cleaned and pressed. I expect your ass and genitals to be smoothly shaved and and that you have a double enema an hour before they arrive. You may have a busy night."

With that conversation out of the way, I could now relax and devise some other unique plans for the party knowing that Chip would handle his part with full attention to details. Aside from fetching and serving, I wanted to make Chip a special and unforgettable part of our game, a real poker Chip.

At this point I should explain about me and the four women attending on Friday. We are all, in some way, damaged goods and have suffered from the cruelty of the male part of our species. I was an up and coming associate in a young law firm. I was told they had great plans for me and I was sure to be offered a partnership if everything worked out. It turns out that the only thing they wanted to work out was my vagina. I left after my fourth year and having learned a few things about the kinkier side of some males. What I learned, along with some research, allowed me to become a successful dominatrix until I received a windfall on my forty fifth birthday and retired from the business. My mom left home when I was twelve leaving me with a drunken lout of a dad who sometimes became grabby after getting smashed. During those times, I would run away to his older sister's house and she would happily take me in for as long as I wanted to stay. We became quite close and she was a combination mother and wise older sister all in one package. When my dad died just after my 16th birthday, she formally adopted me and paid all of my expenses all the way through law school. She died just after her 80th birthday and left me enough to become independently wealthy.

Switching from the law to what is essentially the sex trade may seem an odd choice but rather than explain, let it just stand that I have always had a kinky side and enjoyed making men pay for my play. I never really respected any of them as it always about me fulfilling their fantasies. Some would fool me into thinking they were genuine server types in the beginning but eventually they wound up trying to top from the bottom or by becoming such whining bitches that I fired them. When I retired, I decided I was done with men in general until one evening I met Chip. Chip turned out to be the real deal, a genuine 24/7/365 service oriented male who was strong, independent, self assured and completely willing to put all of his abilities under my full control without being a whiny bitch. He is ten years younger than me, athletic in build and totally at ease doing whatever I want. If he has a limit, I have yet to find it. Chip has no fantasies and only one desire; to make me happy.

My four friends have their own stories and I will just give you a brief outline rather than a full telling. I met Kathy through my time as a lawyer. She was a drug addict and had been arrested doing tricks for kicks. Her last John had disagreed over payment for services rendered and pulled out a badge after putting away his cock. Kathy took offence and scratched his face and he responded by stroking the side of her head with his Glock leaving her left eye socket collapsed and the eye itself useless. He was kind enough to dump her at a hospital. She came to me looking to get back at him. Instead, I got her into rehab and traded a private detective some tail for a tail that eventually produced a few petty cop crimes that forced his early retirement while extorting enough money from him to pay for some reconstructive surgery. While Kathy has a glass eye, she sometimes likes to wear an eye patch to look fierce.

Wendy was married to a feeder who exploited her somewhat curvy body and love of food into making her into a 400 pound behemoth. He constantly reminded her that he was the only one who could ever love her and when not stuffing whatever he could into her, demeaned her in every possible way. Eventually she developed diabetes and he left her. She is doing better now with the diabetes under control and while still quite curvy, she is carrying it well and I have been doing my best to restore her self confidence. She knows about Chip and we have had long discussions about some very private aspects of our relationship. She dreams of finding someone just like him.

Sue lived common law with some hick who beat her and stole her money. During one beating, she fought back and the dip-shit cracked his skull on the edge of the bathtub and died on the spot. I still had my law shingle out and took her case Pro bono. We won and afterwards, we became friends.

Finally, there is Becky. Becky is a free spirited, Wiccan, female supremacist and crazy fun to just be around. She is up for almost anything at any time as sees the male portion of the race as something to be used for her amusement. She is not unkind and she totally respects my relationship with Chip and considers him, unlike most men, a fellow human being. At one point she told be that he is positive evidence that humans have a third gender. She doesn't ever speak about her pre-Wiccan past but hidden behind that veil is a story about some dirty deed done by some dirty bastard. She has let a bit of the story slip once or twice but once slipped she is tight lipped.

All of my friends know about the special nature of my relationship with Chip and even some intimate details. They approve to the point of admiration. In ones or twos they have occasionally stopped over for a movie night or social evening and witnessed Chip in full service mode right down to sitting on the floor and rubbing my feet while we women chatted, sipped wine or watched a movie. Friday will be the first time I have had them all together at one time for a no holds barred evening of decadent service and as much kink as they feel comfortable with.

It was five thirty on Friday and I was impressed by what Chip had put together. The old card table had been brought down from the top of the garage and spotlessly cleaned to look almost brand new. Five chairs, freshly waxed and polished set around it. Wine glasses and and 4 bottles of wine stood on the serving table nearby as well as drink tumblers and various spirits alongside a large bucket of ice. Wonderful smells were drifting in from the kitchen. I caught Chip as he was passing by to put on some finishing touches and admired his smooth white ass proudly displayed through the open backside of his butler livery. He gave a short jump as I smacked it and blew me a kiss. The cards and poker chips were neatly placed in the centre of the table along with a dozen, special red chips that I had personally customized.

These red chips were the key to the evening's kink and what would make this poker night something well beyond a card game. Each red chip was customized with a special service Chip could offer. The mildest was a back or foot rub and they included some wild ideas such as him becoming a whipping boy for their frustrations or some underwear optional, under the table and under the skirt personal service. There were also three, "wild card" chips which invited the holder to indulge themselves of anything Chip could provide subject only to my personal veto.

The red chips were placed in a separate stack and not parcelled out evenly to everyone. One would be placed into the pot at the beginning of each hand and become part of the winnings for the winner to bet in the future or to cash in by returning it to the pile and demanding the service listed, or in the case of the wild card chip, the service they desired. They have a betting value of double the value of the highest value chip. They could be traded between players for a number of regular chips to be negotiated. If used as part of a bet, a red chip was an automatic call and no further raises were allowed.

My friends arrived almost as a group and were greeted by Chip taking their coats and drink orders at the door. I noticed smiles on all of their faces as he turned to walk away showing off his sweet cheeks. After a half and hour of milling around, snacking from the buffet and getting drinks replenished, I suggested we get the game started. Calling Chip from the kitchen, I explained his role for the evening and the use of the red chips. I made it clear that no one was obligated to do anything they felt uncomfortable with but that Chip was completely comfortable with pretty much anything asked of him. I had him explain this himself just to emphasize that he was a willing and eager participant.

The game started pretty much the way of all poker games and as the play circulated, so did the red chips until everyone had at least one. Chip was kept busy filling glasses and bringing snacks for the first hour or two. I began to see I would have to break the ice so that my friends might feel more free to explore the potential kink of the evening. I decided to do it in the boldest way I could imagine.

Taking a red, wild card chip from my pile of winnings, I held it up and announced to the group that I needed to cash it in. I called Chip over and asked him how fast could he swallow? He informed the group that he was quite the athlete of swallowing and was known to gulp a full can of beer in a single stream. I then asked him what if it were not beer but the product of my very full bladder? He answered that I already knew the answer to this and that he was fully capable of handling whatever I had to offer. I ordered him under the table and warned him not to let a drop get on me, the furniture or the floor. He laughed and said, "you should know better."

Within seconds he had my panties removed and his mouth tightly fastened in exactly the right spot. I tapped his head and he nodded to signal that he was ready. I let the juice loose and felt a mixture of relief, power and overwhelming sexiness as Chip drained every drop and even used his tongue to give a playful lick when I finished. He then produced a wipe from somewhere in his livery and gently cleaned me before restoring my panties. I looked at my guests and saw only smiles as I announced, "ladies, the ice has been broken, please feel free to indulge yourselves, and let's play cards.

I had Chip clean up a bit and make another round with drinks and goodies as we managed two more hands before a hand was raised holding a red chip. Wendy was blushed a bright red but her lips moved with a will of their own. "My feet are killing me and I am cashing in for a foot rub." She started to slide back her chair and swing her legs out from under the table.

"There is no need to move Wendy, if you don't want to. Just get comfortable and Chip will will position himself as required. Your only need to get ready and decide if you would like foot cream or not."

"Ohhh, definitely foot cream," she purred and she shifted back to face the table while Chip quietly slipped underneath. For the next half an hour, Wendy played quite badly but with an ever relaxed smile on hep lips. It would have likely continued for quite a bit longer had not Becky rapped on the table and held up a red, wild card chip. "Sorry to interrupt Wendy, but this can not wait. Chip, I need to test your fluid handling capacity, please and quickly." There was a sound of scooting and sliding from under the table as Chip re-positioned himself assisted Becky in getting ready. In less than a minute, we all paused to watch Becky relax as she drained all her tension as well as a fair amount of liquid into Chip's talented mouth. When she was finished, she looked at me and asked, "Can I get a happy ending?"

"There is no reason not to," I answered, so long as Chip is not otherwise engaged; however, a cashed red chip always overrules any voluntary behaviours.

There were no objections and no red chips presented so we watched Becky slide down in her chair as she blissed out and lost interest in her cards. Fortunately, Becky is a rapid responder and was able to obtain her bliss just before Sue's hand shot up with one of her red chips, the one with a wooden paddle drawn on it.

"I hate to pull Chip away from the table but my dip shit boss was brutal today and I need someone to take it out on. At home, I would just put on some gloves and beat the shit out of something but if I read this chip correctly, your Chip is willing to offer up his backside to my frustration?"

I confirmed her understanding but suggested that she would have to fold her hand and leave the table for a more suitable location. I suggested a more private room in my basement but also suggested that Chip could as easily present himself bent over a convenient chair or sofa arm. At this point Kathy spoke up and suggested that maybe we all needed to stretch our legs for a bit and if Sue did not mind, maybe some of us would like to observe.

I felt some relief at this suggestions as the whipping boy chip was one that I had some reluctance about. I love Chip and while he has a very high tolerance and recovery capacity for such play, I was worried what someone unfamiliar with BDSM might get carried away. Having all of us around would both encourage Sue to do what she needed as well as to discourage her from going too far.

Sue directed Chip to remove his pants and bend over the the padded arm of a living room chair as I brought her a polished ash paddle with a leather wrapped handle and wrist strap. Chip made sure his genitals were safely secure in his chastity device and that the devise was out of harms way. No need to damage any goods that I may have need of at some future time.

With Chip in position, Sue asked if someone needed to hold down his hands. I told her it was optional but available if she thought she would prefer it. She said that it would make it seem more real and before I could step in, Wendy, of all people, stepped up and used her ample mass to pin Chip's hands firmly in front of him as Sue picked up the paddle and took aim.

She started slowly and with a light touch and a smack that you could just barely hear. As she landed a few blows, you could see her muscles tense and her face tighten into an angry grimace. Her swats grew stronger, the slaps louder and Chip's ass began to brighten under the onslaught. Sweat appeared on Sue's forehead and she let out a screaming flow of profanity that condemned the male gender to hell. Fortunately, she was tiring and while the blows came rapidly, I could tell that her fury would become spent before Chip's limit was reached. Chip was not one to use a safe word so he would have let it go on far too long and possibly bring our evening to an early close but fortunately things concluded without my intervention. Both Chip and Sue had tears in their eyes at the end and to her credit, Sue thanked Chip, kissed the small of his back and asked if I had any cream to help easy the sting made by her paddle. I handed her the lotion and along with the other ladies, returned to the table while Sue demonstrated her concern and kindness with a bit of aftercare. Fifteen minutes later, Chip was back in his livery and making another round with drinks and snacks.

It was not long after this and with all of us somewhat intoxicated and sexually charged that the card game really fell apart. Each of us held a few red chips and everyone wanted to use up their cache before heading home. I secretly slipped mine back into the other's piles knowing that I had an unlimited service arrangement that extended far into the future. Chip was kept pretty busy with foot rubs, happy endings and various creative requests from wild card chip holder until well after midnight. I marveled at his ability to ingest urine, endure two more much lighter spankings, a forced masturbation display without release and to provide four cunnilingus orgasms including one with Wendy sitting on his face. Frequent cleanups were required and I made Chip shower twice.

By two am we were all getting a bit weary and more than a bit tipsy. I was about to call it an evening when Kathy held up her last red chip and announced, "just one more thing." From her purse she produced a long purple dildo, complete with harness along with her black eye patch. "I thought about using this earlier before the whippings but missed my chance. Now that I've seen what Chip can handle, I think a demonstration of ultimate female superiority and male subjugation is the perfect ending to this night. Chip, to the sofa and assume the position."

She slipped the eye patch over her head giving her a fierce look as she slipped off her panties and raised her skirt to fasten the harness. I handed her a tube of Glide, not sure if she was intending to go at Chip raw dog style. She gladly accepted it and applied a large gob to both his ass and the purple shaft. Wendy spotted an opportunity and jumped forward to again pin his hands deep into the cushions while Kathy moved into position, lined up her shaft and pushed in, slowly and deeply. Chip uttered a soft groan. Thankfully, Kathy avoided smacking his tender ass as she began her thrusting and instead concentrated on racking his back with her fingernails while exhorting him to, "take it, take it all."

Wendy, started to giggle and added to the spectacle by telling him, "You love this don't you, you little bitch." and encouraging Kathy to, "Give it to him, give it to him fast and hard."

The other women caught the fever and began to clap in time to Kathy's thrusts and shouting, "Go girl, go girl, go girl," as Kathy pounded away. Even I became caught up in the moment and added my shouts to the din as I ran my fingers through Chip's hair and listened to his breath come in short gulps while Kathy drove him into the arm of the sofa. Kathy's body stiffened and she rose to her toes for a final deep thrust before letting out a scream and collapsing forward onto Chip's back. Chip had tears running down his face and seamen running over the arm of the sofa, something for him to stream clean tomorrow. Evidently, both he and Kathy had a good time and the rest of us a good show.

Wendy, was eager to give Chip a go herself but I put a stop to that. Dildos should not be shared and I felt that even Chip's considerable endurance might be at his limit. I suggested that, given the success of this evening, there could be other poker nights but better still, now everyone should be aware that if one man like Chip existed, there must be others and maybe they should start looking for Chips of their own. As they left, I offered to provide some hints and advice about how to separate the real Chips from the phonies and suggested we set up a time for anyone interested to stop by and talk about it. They unanimously agreed with this suggestion with Wendy suggesting that maybe Chip could attend as well and offer his insights.

I smiled in agreement and closed the door knowing that I owed Chip some special care and attention tomorrow. As we walked up the stairs to the our bedroom, I told him he could skip fixing breakfast tomorrow and sleep in. Of course he didn't and by he time I was up and bathed, the house was cleaned up, the table put away and fresh coffee was brewing. True love beats everything.