The Game

She stands naked in the center of the dungeon. Her stilettos elongate her slender legs spread wide, her ankles cuffed to bolts at the floor. Her arms are crossed and tied behind her back. She is blindfolded and a ball-gag fills her mouth. Clover clamps bite into her swollen nipples. Her ass is plugged, and a dildo protrudes lewdly from her dripping pussy. There are red marks on her ass and thighs. She has nearly reached her limits, but she's not quite there yet.

---Earlier---

The four of us sit around a glass table in the lounge outside the door to the dungeon. My husband sprawls next to me in loose-fitting slacks, an unbuttoned shirt and no shoes. There is just the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The girl across from me is watching him. Her short shorts and stilettos set off her long legs, and the halter top barely covers her breasts. Her boyfriend next to her is wearing tight-fitting pants and a short-sleeve shirt that show off his toned, muscular body. I take a sip of my drink, watching them all in my skimpy minidress, wondering what they are thinking.

We are here to play a game. My husband and I have had sessions with the girl before, both as submissives and dominants. The first time was three years ago when I gave her to my husband as a birthday gift, then gifted her to myself as well. The most recent encounter was at the house high on the hill where she was the mistress that tormented me until I passed out in a room full of strangers. Her curly black hair, caramel-colored skin, dark eyes and perfect body make her one of the most gorgeous creatures I have ever seen. It is almost impossible not to stare at her, but I manage to tear my eyes away.

"Are we ready?" I ask, and everyone nods.

The rules of the game are simple. A single deck of cards sits in the middle of the table. Each of us will draw a card. The person with the high card sits out, then the three remaining draw another card. Again the high card sits out, then the last two people each draw one final card. The person with the lowest card will be the sub for the evening, with his or her partner forced to watch. And even though there are safe words and rules, we have all agreed that the sub will have their limits tested. After all, games aren't any fun unless the stakes are high.

I reach for the deck of cards and shuffle them several times, then I pass the deck around until everyone has had a chance to cut the cards. I carefully fan the cards out on the table, then sit back and smile at the girl's boyfriend to my left. He glances nervously at her, then selects a card and turns it over. Nine. Middle of the pack. The girl is next. She hesitates, then picks a card, a six. Now it's my husband's turn, and he stares at the cards for a long moment before turning over an eight. I study the cards that are face up. It should be easy to pick the high card and be the first one out. I reach for the table and select a card, turning it over slowly. A four. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The boyfriend smiles broadly and breathes a sigh of relief. He can't be the sub. The girl grins back at him, certain that they will be the dominants in our session tonight. It is her turn to go first on the next round, and she confidently turns over her card, a ten. My husband looks at me, then reaches for the table. When he turns over another eight, we both swallow hard. I'm the last to go, and I need a face card to not be tormented by this girl again. I stare at the cards intently, willing a face card to appear. I finally select a card and turn it over. It's a jack, and I let out my breath and smile. I can't be the sub either.

We all look at each other over the table. It's down to my husband and the girl. She is the first to pick again, and she takes her time before slowly sliding a card out and turning over a queen. She smiles triumphantly, whispering the word "yes" to her boyfriend as he takes her hand. Shit, shit, I don't want to watch as they dominate my husband. I glance anxiously at him, but he is staring intently at the table and studying the cards. He finally makes his decision, then turns over a card near the end of the deck. It's a king, and my eyes go wide. The girl's grin disappears as the realization dawns on her that she has gone from dominatrix to submissive in an instant. She looks at us, and I'm pretty sure she is thinking of what she did to me at the house a few months ago. And what I am going to do to her in return. She and her boyfriend glance at each other, resignation in their eyes. I think I see a flicker of fear as well.

My husband and I turn and give each other a high five, then he stands and stares hard at the girl still seated in her chair. She has fucked him before, and he has watched as I played with her. I'm not certain the girl remembers that time in the oceanfront suite years ago, but I know my husband does. He gives her a wicked grin, then holds out his hand.

"Let's go, pretty girl," he says. I can hear the lust in his voice, deep and dark and dangerous.

He leads her toward the dungeon. I turn to her boyfriend, still stunned by his instant change in fortune.

"We're going to have fun with you as well," I say, a broad smile on my face.

My eyes roam over his body, his tousled hair, the crestfallen look on his handsome face. Then I gaze at his pale blue eyes, but he is watching his girlfriend being led away. Finally I stand and nod toward the dungeon. He rises reluctantly, then moves toward the door. When we're inside, I pull the door shut behind me with a loud clank, the noise reverberating around the windowless room. The game is over, but now the fun begins.

The girl is standing in the middle of the room, my husband holding her wrists. He looks at me, waiting for me to take the lead. As a former professional dominatrix, he defers to my experience in the bondage world whenever we have a session with others. I think for a moment, then turn to the boyfriend standing next to me.

"Go over and stand with your back to the cross."

He follows my gaze, glances plaintively at his girlfriend, then moves slowly across the room. The cross is made of two timbers, the vertical member anchored to the floor, the horizontal member at arm level with cuffs at each end. He stands in front of it, his eyes flicking back and forth between me and his girlfriend and my husband. I turn to the girl.

"Take off his shirt."

My husband releases her wrists, and she walks across the room to her boyfriend. She slips her hands under his shirt and pulls it up over his head and arms, revealing his perfect pecs and hard abs. I feel the sudden dampness between my legs, but I try and tamp it down, giving a small shake of my head.

"Fasten his wrists to the cuffs." I can hear the lust in my own voice.

The girl looks at me, then back at her boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, baby," she whispers.

She raises one arm and snaps the cuff around his wrist, then moves to the other side and does the same with his other wrist. They gaze at each other, emotions swirling. She reaches out and tenderly touches the side of his face.

"Take off his pants."

The girl hesitates, then unbuckles his belt and slowly pulls his zipper down. She slides the tight pants down his muscular legs, then bends down and pulls them over his feet. When she stands, she glances back at me, but my eyes are on the bulge in his briefs, and again I am aware of my wetness. With effort, I move my gaze back to the girl.

"Make him hard." My voice is almost a growl.

She turns and stands in front of him. Her face moves close to his, her hands touching his cock through the fabric of his shorts. In her heels they are the same height, and she leans forward and gives him a soft, loving kiss before pushing her tongue into his mouth. They explore each other for a long moment, and I watch his bulge grow bigger. His breathing starts to change, then finally she pulls away and sits on her heels, her mouth inches from his manhood. She looks up and keeps her gaze on him as she pulls his briefs down until his thick cock springs out, not quite fully erect. She leaves the shorts around his thighs as she squeezes it at the base and plants little kisses around the tip and underside. He groans, straining against the cuffs, his hips pushing toward his girlfriend's face. When she takes it into her mouth, his cock is quickly hard, throbbing, his need sudden and urgent. He keeps groaning and struggling as she licks and sucks him, and I watch his movements until I'm sure he is close.

"Enough."

The girl stops and stands while her boyfriend moans in his bonds. I move quickly to a table by the wall and find a long cord, then walk to the man and tell the girl to move away. I wrap it around his balls several times, pull it tight, then continue to loop the cord around his scrotum several more times before I pull it as tight as I can and tie it off with a bow. The cord will keep him hard without any stimulation, and he knows it. I give him a wicked smile as he groans and starts to close his eyes. I reach down and squeeze his throbbing member.

"Keep your eyes open. I want you to see everything we are going to do to your girlfriend."

I turn and walk across the room to where my husband is holding the girl's wrists behind her back. When I stand in front of her, a look passes between us, a silent understanding. I stare hard at her, and she returns my gaze.

"Who's the mistress now?" I ask in a low voice.

"You are." She pauses, then adds quietly, "Mistress."

We continue to look at each other, then I reach down and slip off the thong from under my dress. Her glance flicks down, but she quickly meets my eye again. I give her a cold smile, then turn to the soft chair nearby and shift it slightly to face her boyfriend across the room. I sit down deliberately, my legs slightly apart, the dress barely covering my already wet pussy.

"My husband is going to undress you, then you are going to make me cum. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." I think I detect a flicker of defiance in her eyes, but I let it go.

My husband grins at me, then smoothly pulls the girl's top up over her breasts and upraised arms. He cups her perfect mounds from behind, fondling her nipples, still grinning. Then he hooks his thumbs over the waistband of her shorts and pulls them down her legs, letting them puddle around her heels. She isn't wearing any panties, and now it's my turn to grin.

"You're a real slut, aren't you?"

She doesn't answer, but then she looks at me and nods.

"Say it."

"I'm a slut." Her voice is small.

"I'm a slut what? Say it loud enough for your boyfriend to hear."

"I'm a slut, Mistress."

I glance at her boyfriend and his tied cock, giving him a wide grin. Then I pull my dress up around my waist and spread my legs obscenely. My pussy is dripping with anticipation, and I stare hard at the girl until she kneels submissively between my legs. She puts her hands on my thighs and leans down until I feel her warm breath at my entrance.

"You are very wet, Mistress."

I smile. What she means is I'm as much of a slut as she is, but I don't respond. Instead I put my hand on top of her head and push her gently into me. I'm already incredibly aroused, at her boyfriend's cock, her beautiful naked body, by everything about this scene and my power over her. Her tongue flicks out, touching my swollen, slippery lips, and I sink into the chair and close my eyes. She explores my wetness, tentatively at first, then pushes her tongue into my hole until I'm moaning softly. She licks and sucks and plants little kisses all over, and I push my hips up to meet her soft, sensuous mouth. I'm already close, and she senses it, shifting her attention to my clit, licking, sucking, and my need builds swiftly. I push her head down with both hands and squeeze her head between my thighs, rocking against her mouth until I break and cry out as the orgasm explodes inside me, sharp and sudden, my body wracked with wave after wave of intense, flooding pleasure.

It takes awhile for me to come back. When I open my eyes, the girl is sitting up, still gasping for breath. Her boyfriend is watching from the cross, eyes wide, his cock still erect and throbbing. My husband has lost his shirt and is watching us intently, his eyes bright at the sight of this beautiful creature eating out his wife. He stares at the naked girl still on the floor, then steps out of his slacks, his cock already hard and erect. He strokes himself twice, then moves to a low table nearby. The girl watches him, her eyes on his cock.

"Get over here," he commands, his voice thick with need. "On your hands and knees."

The girl crawls to the table, then gets up, still on her hands and knees.

"Spread your legs and arch your back."

When she does, he walks around her slowly. He fingers her ass and pussy for a moment before moving around to the other side of the table. He strokes himself again, his cock inches from her mouth.

"Look at me." His voice is low, insistent. "You're going to take all of me and swallow every drop." He stares at her until she responds.

"Yes, Master," she says, her voice barely more than a whisper.

I climb out of the chair and stride over to her boyfriend. He is watching his girlfriend and my husband, but looks at me as I approach. I squeeze his cock, then stroke him hard until he groans loudly. I give him an evil smile.

"Isn't this fun?"

He moans again, and I laugh quickly before I move to the table with the toys and select a long, double-ended dildo. I walk over to the girl on her hands and knees still watching my husband stroke his thick, throbbing cock close to her face. When she registers the toy in my hand, it is her turn to moan.

"Do you want this in your pussy or your ass? Your choice."

She whimpers softly. "My pussy."

I move around behind her. My husband puts the tip of his cock against the girl's lips, and her tongue flicks out and starts to lick it. I look at the dildo I'm holding. One end is larger than the other, and the smaller end already has lube on it. It's clear what goes where, and it's not where she wants.

"Show yourself to me."

The girl wiggles her ass and spreads her legs even wider, the head of my husband's cock in her mouth. He thrusts and starts to fuck her, his strokes unhurried and steady. I pull my dress up and push the large end of the dildo into my still slippery pussy, the toy sliding in easily, filling me. I position myself at the girl's ass, the dildo at the entrance to her puckered hole. My husband increases his pace, fucking her mouth, his hands holding her head. I push forward with the dildo, and she moans loudly around his throbbing member when she feels it poke into her dark hole. I keep pushing, slowly, relentlessly, until only a small part of the toy is visible, its ends buried in my pussy and her ass. The girl keeps groaning, her holes filled, her body a vessel for our pleasure. My husband and I look at each other through half-closed eyes across the table, my hands on her hips, his on her head. We match our rhythms stroke for stroke, fucking the girl faster and harder, until the sounds of her groans and whimpers fill the room. It is finally too much for my husband, and he cums first, yelling out his pleasure as he keeps pumping into her mouth. And then I scream as the dildo pushes against my G-spot and I thrust against the girl's ass, the orgasm pulsing through my body as I take and use her for my own pleasure while her boyfriend watches helplessly from across the room.

When I finally pull out of her, it occurs to me that I have had more intense orgasms before, but perhaps none as deeply satisfying. I watch my husband across the table, holding the girl's head and savoring the feeling of her mouth around his still swollen cock. I smile sweetly at him, then walk over to the man bound to the cross. I give his cock a playful squeeze, then put my face close to his.

"Are you enjoying this?'

"Fuck you," he growls. I hold his gaze until he looks away toward his girlfriend.

"We're not done with her, you know."

His eyes meet mine, his look a mixture of anger and apprehension. I reach down and fondle his balls before giving them a squeeze. He winces at the pain, but he keeps looking at me. I look down at his cock, angry and red, the veins pulsing. Precum is leaking out of the tip, shiny and glistening, and I smear it lightly around the head with my fingers. Then I stroke him hard for a moment until he moans.

"Would you like to cum?" I ask, my voice smooth as syrup.

He shakes his head, but I know he is lying. When he meets my gaze, I slap his cock lightly, once, twice, then with more force. He winces again, his throbbing shaft as hard as a rock.

I purse my lips and give him an air kiss, then turn back to my husband standing in the middle of the room holding the girl's wrists behind her once again. I pick out a length of thick rope and a blindfold from the table by the wall, then go and stand in front of her.

"Put this on."

The girl's breath catches, then she takes it from me and slips it over her eyes. My husband takes the rope and crosses her arms behind her, binding them together, pulling the rope tight at each wrist. Then he leads her under a hook hanging from a rope attached to the ceiling.

"Spread your legs."

The girl whimpers softly, then moves her feet apart. She is still wearing the stilettos. He cuffs her ankles to rings anchored in the floor, taking the opportunity to stroke her smooth, silky legs. Then he stands, pulls the hook down and secures it to the rope binding her arms. She can't move her legs or her arms, but she won't be able to fall. The position exposes every part of her naked body, especially her breasts and nipples. I glance over at her boyfriend, his bound cock bobbing in the air, watching her with an anguished look.

I go to the table with the toys and pick out what I want. The ass plug is shiny chrome, three slightly different size spheres connected to each other. I lube the smallest one, then put it against her hole and slowly push it in. The girl moans quietly, but I keep pushing steadily until all three balls fill her ass, eliciting another whimper, this one louder than before. Then I take the dildo, also shiny chrome, and take my time pushing it into her dripping pussy. She groans and squirms, the thick toy filling her. Her lips part and her breathing changes. Finally I take the clover clamps and put them on her swollen nipples. She cries out at the sudden pain shooting deep into her groin. I tug on the chain connecting them a few times, the clamps biting harder, and she gasps and whimpers. I smile, but of course she can't see it, so I put my lips next to her ear.

"Who's the sub now?"

She groans again. "I am... Mistress."

I look at my husband. He has just cum and is not fully erect, but his cock is thick and swollen and twitching as he watches me torment the beautiful girl in front of him. I give him a bright smile, then go back to the table by the wall. There are multiple whips, floggers, crops and canes to choose from, and I take my time before I finally choose. I grab a ball gag as well, then return and hand it to my husband, who smiles broadly.

"Open your mouth," he growls.

The girl moans and shakes her head, but he puts his fingers against her lips until she relents. He fits the ball into her mouth, then ties the strap tight behind her head. She groans softly and her body starts to quiver. All her holes are filled, and she is naked and vulnerable and completely helpless, unable to see or speak or move. I think that this is what submission looks like as I move around behind her.

It's time to test her limits. I hold the short whip in my hand. It has a flexible shaft and three small strands at the end, each tied with a tiny knot, designed to inflict pain with a minimum of effort. The girl probably suspects what is about to happen, but I touch her lightly with the whip, just to make sure she knows. She moans into her gag as I lovingly caress her ass, sliding it into her crack and over the plug, then holding it up against the wetness between her legs.

"How many do you think you can take?" I ask in a soft and soothing voice.

She can't answer, of course, so I answer for her.

"Let's try for twenty," I whisper into her ear.

She groans loudly and struggles in her bonds. I almost feel sorry for her. Almost. I glance at my husband. His eyes are bright, his look intense. His body is radiating heat in anticipation of what I am about to do to her.

I make the girl wait. When her body stills, I swing the whip against her right ass cheek. She moans into the gag, then I hit her left cheek. Her body flinches under the sudden, sharp pain, and she groans again. I whip each side of her ass twice more in rapid succession, and she keeps moaning what sounds like the word no, her body starting to quiver again. I pause, making her wait again, but she doesn't stop moaning. Then I swing the whip hard against the inside of her left thigh, and she shrieks in anguish. I hit her twice more in the same spot, and her cries turn to pathetic groans. A tear runs down the side of her face. I move to the other side and whip her other thigh, once, twice, three times. Her body is shaking now, and more tears appear. She has a safe signal that she can use in lieu of a safe word, but I've been watching her carefully and she hasn't made it. Eight blows to go.

I look at my husband sprawled in the chair. His cock is fully erect now, enjoying the show. The boyfriend's cock is still erect too, of course, but his eyes are closed. It seems he can't bear to watch his girlfriend's pain. I'm tempted to go over and whip his cock, but I resist. He didn't lose the game, his girlfriend did. I walk around in front of her and stare. She may be in pain, but she can't hide her arousal. Pussy juices are dripping down her legs, the dildo still protruding obscenely between her spread legs. I push it up into her as far as it goes, certain it is touching her G-spot. She moans and squirms, a small bit of pleasure pulsing through her poor tormented body. Then I tug gently on the chain between the nipple clamps, and she shakes her head, knowing where I am going to hit her next. She holds her breath, but it doesn't help, and I swing the whip quickly against one breast, then the other before she can react. She screams around the gag, her breasts and nipples on fire, shudders rippling through her bound body. She starts to quietly sob, then I put my face close to hers.

"Do you remember when you did this to me?"

She nods through her tears.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I am enjoying this."

I watch her carefully, then walk back around behind her. Bright red marks are already visible on her ass and legs. I aim for a spot at the bottom of her right cheek, below the marks, and lash her with the whip. Her body jerks and sags forward, but the rope keeps her upright. I aim for a similar spot on her other cheek and swing the whip again. She moans loudly at the new pain in a new spot. Then I look at the angry welts on her thighs. I briefly consider hitting her there again, intensifying her agony, then change my mind and swing the whip instead against the back of her right thigh. More shrieks, more shaking, more pain radiates through her. I hit her in the same spot on the other thigh, and I watch her sag again in her bonds. Only the rope keeps her from falling. She continues to sob, her breath coming in great big ragged gasps. She is near her limits, but still no safe signal. I wonder if she is keeping count.

I am, and I move quietly around in front of her again. This time I don't want her to know where I am; as a sub it's always worse when you don't know where the next blow will land. I eye the clamps on her nipples and notice her breasts are already red from the first time I hit them. I wait a long moment, and she whimpers loudly, trying to brace herself for more pain even though she doesn't know where it will be. I stand with my feet apart, then swing the whip as hard as I can against her right breast and nipple. She shrieks again, gasping for breath, shaking her head futilely back and forth. The sounds around her gag are unintelligible, pathetic. She is near her breaking point. I wait again, but this time she knows where the last lash will be. She just doesn't know when. She holds her breath anyway, and I patiently wait until she can't hold it any longer and finally gulps in a deep breath of air. I swing with all my might, the whip landing on her left breast so hard that the clamp comes free. The girl screams and keeps screaming at the searing, excruciating pain she is enduring. Then she sobs loudly, tears pouring down her face, shaking uncontrollably. Her broken body has finally reached its limit. I watch, mesmerized, and I'm taken by surprise at the sudden feeling of pride I have for her. She has taken more than I thought she could.

I remove the clamp from her other nipple, then take the ball gag out of her mouth and gently wipe away the drool on her cheeks. Her body has stopped shaking, but she is still crying. I brush the tears away and take her face gently between my hands.

"Would you like to cum now?"

She doesn't answer immediately, and I watch her closely. She is going to cum whether she wants to or not, but she doesn't know that. I want her to ask for it. For a long moment the only sound in the room is her breathing slowly returning to normal. Then I detect the tiniest of nods.

"Yes," she whispers, "please..."

She forgets to call me Mistress, but I let it go. Tonight I have been the purveyor of her pain, but my husband will provide her pleasure. The only part of her body we haven't touched is her clit. He stares at her holding a long, thin wand with a soft vibrating tip. It's the same vibrator she used on me in that house four months ago. The place where I passed out from the overwhelming pleasure. He grins at me and steps in front of her.

The dildo and the plug still fill her. I wonder if he will take out the dildo before putting the wand on her, but instead he moves it in and out, fucking her until she groans. He grins again, making her wait, then touches the tip of the wand to her neglected clit. She jerks at the sudden sensations, and her mouth opens and she starts to make little whimpering sounds. He doesn't waste time teasing her, just keeps it on her slippery, sensitive bud. Her body begins to undulate, quickly adjusting from pain to pleasure. Her legs are quivering, her mouth open wide now. She moans and pants, her body wantonly arching against the wand, until a deep, loud, guttural groan escapes her lips, and she screams and thrashes and cums hard, the orgasm blasting through her body as she stands there in the center of the dungeon. We all watch, rapt, as her pleasure fills the room. My husband takes the wand away for a moment, and she finally starts to return to herself, but then he touches her again and she cries out, another orgasm sweeping through her shaking body, and he keeps it on her until she cums a third time, her head shaking violently back and forth, the pulsing pleasure overwhelming her beautiful, bound, helpless body.

The sight of her is too much for my husband. He reaches down and quickly uncuffs her ankles, then takes the dildo out of her pussy. His cock is hard and thick and throbbing with need, and he plunges into her, fucking her furiously, almost frantically. He grabs her ass with his hands, pulling her against him, then lifts her legs off the ground and kisses her hard, his tongue everywhere in her mouth. She wraps her legs around his waist and kisses him back and rolls her hips on the big cock filling her. He keeps pumping into her, desperate now, his desire overwhelming, until he roars and cums deep inside her, thrusting and groaning and filling her warm, wet cunt with his seed until his body is spent and his need is finally sated.

He puts her down, and we quickly remove the plug from her ass and untie her arms. She is crying again, her breath coming in ragged sobs, overcome with the intensity of all the emotions she is feeling. I stand in front of her and remove the blindfold. She blinks, a dazed look in her eyes. She looks at me, tears streaming down her face. I wipe some of them away, then I take her in my arms and comfort her. I hold her tight, stroking her back, until her body stops shaking and her tears abate.

"You are very beautiful," I whisper in her ear. "And very, very brave."

She whimpers softly, and I finally let her go.

"We're going to go now."

I glance over my shoulder at the man still tied to the cross, then smile at her.

"If I were you, I would go and finish off your boyfriend."

I look for my thong on the floor near the chair while my husband retrieves his clothes. The girl walks over to her bound boyfriend and quickly unties his cock and balls, but she leaves his arms cuffed to the crossbar. She puts her arms around his neck and hoists herself up, straddling him, then slowly slides down on his neglected, aching shaft.

We watch her fuck him for a moment, then leave the room. Outside in the lounge, we quickly dress to the sounds of passionate sex coming from the dungeon. All of us have cum tonight, but it occurs to me that the girl's boyfriend could very well wind up having the biggest orgasm of all.

Sometimes the wait, and the game, is worth it.