Message-ID: <1258eli$9706051511@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: trueluvskr@aol.com (TrueLuvSkr) Subject: STORY: Games The following story contains images of bondage and oral sex, anyone under the legal age of their community or offended by such material should not read this. Games by TrueluvSkr You're always at the computer, I think, as I stand in the doorway watching you play that stupid trivia game. What do you see in that game anyway? Getting an idea...I giggle...you don't hear me, or don't react anyway. I slip away from the door, and go to the garage, where I find some extra laundry cord. I then go to the kitchen and grab a pair of scissors from the junk drawer. I slip out of my house slippers, and tip toe back to the den. Standing next to you now...you know I'm there...but you're playing....so you don't stop to ask what's up. I whisper in your ear not to move. That, of course, makes you sit up straight. "Wha..?" you start to say, but I cut you off. "Sshhh..." I say...blowing softly in your ear. "Going to play my OWN game." I tell you. You feel me doing something with your feet, I can almost hear your thoughts, wondering what I'm doing. I quickly wrap the rope around each ankle in turn, lashing your feet to the legs of the chair. I hear a muttered curse, look up, and see that you missed a question...only slightly..a loss of a few points only. "Keep playing." I tell you. "Ok." you say, your voice a bit deeper. I watch as you lick your lips. "And you better not lose." I add. You don't reply to that, but I can tell you are now seriously paying attention to the game on the screen. I take your left hand and tie it to the arm of the chair. "Not my right hand...need that." you look away for a second, looking around. "Duh...don't worry...I know what I'm doing." you turn back to the game. I wrap the rope around your chest and the chair a few times, tieing it off in a fancy knot behind you. You take a deep breath, testing. I wait a moment...one game has ended, perfect. I take this time to carefully tie your right hand to the mouse, your index finger just over the left clicker button. You hear a "snip snip" sound down around your feet. I look up to see if you're looking, and you are. "Play." I tell you. "Yes Mistress." you reply, slipping into your sub role at once. I can tell from the sound of your voice how excited you have become, I don't need to see the bulge in your pants. My hand goes there anyway and gives it a squeeze. Your sharp intake of breath gives me a wide smile. I take your shoes off, your socks, slide my finger along your arches. I enjoy watching your toes wiggle as I know you are very ticklish. I massage your feet briefly. You then hear more snipping sounds, and now you start to feel a slight breeze on your left leg...more snipping...now you feel it on your thigh. Now the breeze is on your right leg too. You want to look, but you know you'd better not, you might mess up your perfect score, and you know I wouldn't like to see that. You fight the urge. "Rise up a little." I tell you. You do so, as far as the rope around your chest will allow, and are shocked when your pants fall away from you. You hear me giggle at the look on your face. More snipping...now you feel a breeze on your crotch!...you wince a little as I pull your fruit of the looms off you, feel the friction on your butt. The sudden air on pubic hair tickles and your cock rises more. You gulp...what was that question? Your eyes dart across the choices on the screen...CLICK!...just in time! Snip snip, oh god, you think, as your shirt is gone. My hands trail through the hair on your chest...my nails lightly raking down your suddenly hot flesh....my fingers find your nipples. I flick the left one with a nail....my mouth finds the other....you suck in your breath and try hard to concentrate on the question posed on the screen. Ok, you think, which Cassidy played Lurch?...OH GOD!...my hand has left your nipple and found your throbbing manhood. You grit your teeth and try to pay attention to the game on the screen, but, now My game is much more interesting to you. You don't think I'm paying attention...how could I be, doing what I'm doing? But I am....and I see that you've not only lost points, but have failed to answer a question. You cry out as I give your balls a hard squeeze. "I told you to keep playing!" I say harshly. "Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress." you stammer. "I told you to win!" I slap you're cock hard, you wince and swallow, it didn't hurt that much, but you're making me mad, and that bothers you more. You go back to the game. "Now then" I say, "where was I?"...as if I didn't know..this is MY game after all. "m-my cock, Mistress." you gulp out. Hearing the word "cock" even coming out of your own mouth makes it jump. "Oh yes..."...I trail off...but my hand doesn't return to it..you want to know what I'm doing, what I'm going to do..but you KNOW you'd better not mess up again. No..that would be BAD. My open hands run down your legs...back up to your crotch...but they don't touch...you gulp...you'd hoped they would. I stand behind you and blow softly in your ear. My tongue explores it...sending chills down your spine. You shudder as I nip your earlobe. My lips kiss your hot neck just below your left ear...my tongue licks...my teeth nibble...my lips suck...leaving my brand on your flesh. Um...who starred in the 70's summer replacement "when you're hot, you're hot" hour?!?....JERRY REED!!!!! your mind screams at you at the same time you click the button. I move back in front of you, your eyes follow me as there is a brief scoring update in the game. My head goes down between your legs. Sweat runs down your temple. You feel my breath on your cock. My tongue flicks across its head...you groan. Which tv show featured the FBI agent Dale Cooper????...oh god oh god oh god...you know it! what is it?!? your mind screams, as you try NOT to think about it, you would rather think about my tongue. I graze the very tip of your cock with my teeth...my tongue probing the hole. My lips cover the head and I suck softly...I can hear you moaning and muttering something about animated animal mascots. My mouth moves to your balls....I lick them...blow on them..they are so hot...I suck them....nibbling. I straddle you and you can't see the screen for a second. Panic fills you...they just asked a question! if you miss it you know you'll pay! you want to forget the stupid trivia...think only about what I'm doing. I slowly slide down onto your lap..impaling myself onto your cock....I hiss through my teeth as it fills me...moaning low in my throat...I hear you groan. I slowly begin to move on top of you...feel your uneven breaths against my throat......you try to move your hips in sync with mine but can't because of the ropes holding you to the chair.....I moan loudly in your ear as my pleasure mounts.......At its peak, in 1959, there were 31 shows of this genre aired regularly.....WHAT?!?...oh!..the game! FUCK the game! a voice shouts inside your head as I begin to kiss your neck...pumping against you faster...my movements becoming more and more animated....rising from your cock only to plunge back down again...over and over...gasping screams in your ear....I hear you beg me to let you cum.....I stiffen and bend to kiss your lips hungrily...biting your lower lip...pulling it with my teeth....tongue diving back into your mouth.....you plead with me to allow you to cum...as..you click just in time....I turn my head to look at the screen..and see the perfect score....the name at the top of the game screen...you won the game.....my mouth takes a nipple and sucks....I suddenly freeze...my teeth pull as my back arches.....I let go and whisper in your ear........cum..... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /