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Computer Games (F/M mild bdsm, consenting)
by Kim (Kim@nym.alias.net)
(c) 1996


***

The story may well fall somewhat spectacularly between two stools,
which could be kinda messy now I think about it, but I digress as
usual. It's about games of consensual dominance and submission played
out between a loving couple. That means the S&M crowd will probably
find it too tame, there being not a nipple clamp in sight. And the
straight vanilla folks may well find it too pervy as there's not
really a single instance of conventional penetrative sex. Still, the
other three or four of you out there might find it interesting, or
hopefully even stimulating.

I should point out that, in the words of M1ke Hunt, all of what
follows is true, other than the bits I made up. It's also not meant to
be autobiographical in any way, apart from the bits that are, of
course.

I should also point out that nobody was hurt during the production of
this story apart from the odd outbreak of writer's cramp.

One last point worth considering is that the couple portrayed in this
story are healthy consenting adults, whose only desire is the pursuit
of their and their partner's happiness. No coercion was needed for
them to take part in this, and they are both firmly over the age of
21.

Feel free to scatter smiley faces in any of the above, as you see fit
:) 

* * * Standard Disclaimer * * *
Due to the vagaries of what constitutes acceptable standards as
practiced throughout the world, all I can say is don't read this story
if it's going to get you in any trouble, OK. Also, don't practice
unsafe sex, or walk around with open scissors.   Finally, don't
conceive if you don't want the responsibility of nurturing.
* * * End of Disclaimer * * *



Computer Games on a Sunday By Kim

I lay there on my back with my legs spread and my eyes closed. My
boyfriend Rob was kneeling with his face buried in my crotch. My left
hand was gently rolling my left nipple and my right had a firm grip of
his erect penis. His left hand was stretched back and playing with my
right nipple, whilst his right hand was wrapped around my right
buttock. As he rocked his head back and forth his tongue slid across
my swollen clitoris and his nose nuzzled in and out of my outer lips.
You could say that we were in a sixty-nine position but for the fact
that his knees were to my right and I was using my hand instead of my
mouth.

I could feel the inevitable beginning to build in my lower belly and
the familiar buzz in my head. I began to involuntarily lift my pelvis
in rhythmic thrusts. As I began to reach my peak I could feel his
penis begin to spasm and squirm about under his skin. We were both
beginning to pant in short intense bursts.

Then came the rush and the momentary loss of conscious thought. I
spiralled up into space and revelled in the moment. Sadly it ended all
too soon, and I opened my eyes to the sight of Rob sitting back on his
heels laughing. His grinning face was soaked with sweat and my juices,
especially his beard. I became aware of a wetness across my right
shoulder and breast. He'd sprayed his semen at the same time as I'd
been occupied with my own orgasm.

Not bad timing, but we'd often found the sight of one or other of us
reaching climax was sufficient to set the other off. No great secret
really, no hours spent in tantric exercises, just love, understanding
and a shared lust for each other. Rob went off to wash his face, I
wiped myself down with some tissues and then lay there luxuriating in
the afterglow. When he got back I snuggled close and we gently kissed
and smiled into each other's eyes. I laid my head on his shoulder and
let my mind drift.   Neither of us spoke for ages. It was wonderful.

* * *

I sat at my computer going over some of my notes. I had a deadline to
meet and editors can get really impatient. Bouts of impromptu sex with
boyfriends were not usually held as great excuses for tardiness. I had
to concentrate but my mind was drifting. Damn, an overactive sex drive
can be a pain at times. A strange thought occurred as I sat staring at
the screen. We needed to expand our repertoire. Oh sure we already had
a good sex life, better than many if what I read was true, but I guess
I'm just greedy by nature. I suddenly felt I deserved more. But what
the hell was I looking for?

I found my mouse hovering over the net icon. Oh the hell with work, I
thought, let's go hunting for some inspiration. Several hours later I
was not really any the wiser.   I'd patrolled the newsgroups, lurked
in some chat rooms, and perused many an adult site on the Web. I
couldn't exactly say I was lacking for suggestions, like they say, all
life is here. But still something was missing. I decided I didn't yet
know what I wanted. I thought I was willing to try most things at
least once just to see what hit the right buttons, and to make sure I
hadn't overlooked anything, but what I was looking for specifically
still eluded me.

I called Rob into the room and told him I was on a mission to add to
our sex life and that he should have his say. I don't know why I
should have been surprised, but he was very enthusiastic. I guess you
can never over estimate a male's  capacity for either partaking in or
even just plain talking about sex. All sorts of strange ideas came
pouring out of him. Gee, you think you know somebody! If it was
physically possible he was willing to give it a go. We both agreed we
had limits that we wouldn't go beyond, but other than that, we'd
sooner or later get around to trying it. Most of our nasty ideas
seemed to revolve around some form of control; the classic dom/sub
scenario.

I thought this over for a while and concluded that there was still a
missing element.   We'd both agreed that we wouldn't bring any third
parties in on our games, nor would we embarrass any innocent
bystanders. I was glad to see that animals, children and bodily
functions were all outside either of our fantasies.

It seemed to me that what we needed was a 'ring master'. This was a
problem, of course, as we'd agreed to no outside intervention. Who was
to be our controller?   Then I had a flash of inspiration. Of course,
why had I been so dumb? - the computer would be our guide. I excitedly
explained to Rob what needed to be done. He wasn't sure at first,
being suspicious of computers, so I asked him to stay away while I got
on and programmed it. He went off into another room shaking his head
and muttering about women and technology being a dangerous mix and
went back to reading some book. I sat down to map out the program I
was already beginning to envisage. Two hours later it was completed,
well, at least to a degree that would provide the sort of thing we
were looking for.

I sat Rob down at the keyboard and guided him through the program. I
showed him what he had to do to set it up. The program had three
levels of perversity I explained. All he needed to do was fill in some
simple lists of the things he'd like us to do and what he'd like us to
wear. I told him I would be doing the same, and that it would be more
fun if neither of us saw what the other had entered. It would be much
less calculated if it came as a surprise to us, especially as I had
programmed an added twist of random selection of who would be in
charge.

Rob wasn't really convinced of that part, but was at least willing to
give it a try. I suggested we should try it out on Sunday next, when
we would have the time to give it a thorough testing. It would also
give us a chance to come up with the lists of escalating perversity
that were required. I had my first two levels of lists ready to input,
but I had to admit that the third list was proving harder. Just how
far was I willing to go in search of sexual kicks? Worse, how far was
I willing to push Rob?   Would we get so far down the road that we
would lose the simple love and lust we already had for each other?
Would it force us apart for some unseen reason? I was understandably
nervous, but at the same time more excited than I had been in ages.

I typed in my lists and saved them. I decided I'd leave the final
level in abeyance till we had had a chance to see how things were
going. I called Rob in to enter his first lists and explained I was
holding back on the final level until such time as we could see if it
was working. As I left the room I could see him smiling and absently
scratching his bearded chin. A sure sign he was giving this some
serious thought.   Sunday was only three days away, but already I
couldn't wait for it to come.

* * *

Finally Sunday was upon us. We had both been in an expectant mood and
had even forgone our regular Saturday night of passion so that we
would both be completely in the mood.

My only concern was that the program would come up with a combination
that was simply not possible, but I'd worry about that if and when it
happened. We both stood in front of the computer with Rob being given
the honor of pressing the start key.

"OK honey, let's let her rip. Whatever happens we follow it to the
letter, agreed?" he asked. I nodded, too excited to speak. His hand
hovered over the key but didn't press down. He glanced up and looked
straight into my eyes. "I love you", he said and gave me a kiss on the
cheek. "Look, press the fucking button", I growled. I was, erm, worked
up as you can imagine. He raised his eyebrow with the smug look he
always gave me whenever I lost it a bit and swore. He grinned again
and pushed the button.

The screen slowly cleared from the swirling patterns of color. "Shit"
I muttered.   Rob read the screen and grinned his mischievous smile.
There it was on the screen.

Scenario: Mouth Fuck.    Sub To Wear: Business Suit.    Person In
Charge: Rob.

"Is that all, a fucking blow job?" I said in disgust. Rob put his
finger to his lips in a shushing manner. "No talking now. You've just
earned yourself a promotion interview with that stuck-up boss you
hate" he said with an evil grin. "Now go get changed. I want your best
power dressing. Hair up and large glasses. Oh and bring along that
soft leather briefcase". I didn't know what he was up to, but he'd
clearly been thinking about this in advance.

It was just typical that I'd get to play submissive on our first go.
With a haughty flick of my hair I stalked off into the dressing room.
But by the time I reached into the wardrobe I was beginning to get a
little excited at the prospect of play acting. I quickly slipped out
of my jeans and T-shirt and slid into a crisp white blouse. I rolled
up some smoky black panty-hose and stepped into a conservative
knee-length skirt. I pinned my hair up into a bun and applied a dark
shade of lipstick. I slipped on the matching suit jacket and put on my
large glasses. They weren't really necessary but they do give me an
air of authority that goes down well in business. I stepped into the
low heeled black shoes and picked up my soft leather briefcase. I
flicked some imaginary dust off my jacket as I stood and looked at
myself in the mirror.

I swept back into our home office, every inch the high flying
executive. Rob was sitting at the desk. "Ah, Miss Jones" he said.
Straight into his act, he almost convinced me I was a Miss Jones.
"I've read your resume, it's very impressive.   However, all my
employees have to pass a loyalty test. Can you obey my orders Miss
Jones?" he asked. "I think so... Sir" I managed to say. He turned and
pointed to the floor. I sighed and sank down in front of him. In spite
of my humiliating position I could feel myself getting aroused at the
loss of control.

"Now Miss Jones, I want to fuck your mouth. In fact I'm going to fuck
your mouth and you are not going to say or do anything to prevent me.
Understand?". I just nodded. I began to shuffle forward on my knees,
but he surprised me by waving his finger in admonishment. "Just stay
where you are young lady" he said. I stopped still. "I want you to put
your right wrist through the handle of the briefcase. When you've done
that, swing the case behind your back and force your left wrist
through the handle as well. Then lay the case down on the back of your
legs and sit on it".

Whilst not exactly bondage it  certainly put me in a subdued pose. So
there I sat, or should I say knelt, some office junior's wet dream.
Like some fancy lady executive all trussed up and available. God, I
suddenly felt deliciously wanton, slutty and completely submissive.
Rob could see the look on my face. He stood up and looked down at me.
"So what can I do for you Miss Jones?" he asked. "Please Sir... fuck
my mouth" I begged. He slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his
erect penis, letting it hang close to my lips. I started to lean
forward but he again stopped me with a wave of his hand. Now I
understood the subtle distinction between a blow- job and his
mouth-fuck fantasy. I sat still and slowly opened my mouth as sexily
as I could.

He gently took hold of my head and guided his penis into my waiting
mouth. It slid in all the way to back of my throat. Just as I thought
I was about to hit the gag- reflex he adjusted his stance and backed
off a bit. Then he slowly began to push in and out with  firm rhythmic
thrusts. I closed my eyes and concentrated on trying to ripple my
tongue on the underside of his glans as it passed back and forth over
my teeth. If my hands had been free I would have been eagerly
masturbating.

He began to build up his speed and I felt his penis begin to twitch in
that strange manner that only meant one thing. I opened my eyes and
looked up between his hands as they cradled my head. Rob's eyes were
closed and he began to grunt in unison with his thrusts. He let out a
yelp and his whole body trembled. The first jet of semen shot straight
to the back of my throat and I involuntarily coughed and spluttered.
He immediately withdrew and proceeded to squirt three more healthy
jets into my hair, across my glasses and over my nose.

He staggered back and sat down in the chair with a thump. I leant
forward and tried to shake the semen off my face and spit it out of my
mouth. I didn't mind the taste, but it always seemed to catch me by
surprise and I just wanted rid of it without getting any on my best
suit. I struggled to get my hands out of the briefcase handle.
Eventually I pulled them free and leant forward on all fours,
contemplating the pools of cum on the carpet and panting, both from
the excitement and from the restricted breathing I had been suffering.
I carefully removed my glasses and looked at them. They were going to
need a good wash. I gingerly touched my hair and could feel the semen
beginning to drip down my forehead. I looked up at Rob who was just
coming down from his orgasmic high. He looked at me with concern, so I
smiled reassuringly at him. "Well, do I get the fucking job or not?" I
demanded. We both started laughing. "Sure do babe, sure do" he managed
between laughs.

Laughing tended to kill my sex drive. One just didn't go with the
other for me. I got up to go and have a shower and wash the cum out of
my hair. As I went to hang up my business suit I noticed a large damp
patch on the seat of my skirt. Jesus, I had no idea that being a
submissive could be such a turn-on. I shrugged, my suit probably
needed cleaning anyway.

* * *

That night in bed, after we had made exquisite love in a more
conventional manner, I lay on his shoulder in the afterglow. Being a
man, of course, Rob had to ruin it by admitting he had cheated me.
He'd typed mouth-fuck in every category. This had more or less
guaranteed that it would come up. He claimed he couldn't help it as it
was something he had always fantasised about since he was a teenager.
I punched him half-heartedly on the chest, but it's amazing how
forgiving you can be just after a good orgasm. Anyway, I didn't mind
that much, it had been a very exciting scene for both of us.

The more we talked about the program the more we decided that random
picking of dom and sub was not what we wanted. We decided to amend it
to pick who was to be in charge on an alternating basis. This meant,
of course, that next Sunday would be mine. I went to sleep with a
smile on my face and a hand gently resting on my crotch.

* * *

It was Sunday. It had been awful waiting for this moment, but at last
it was here. I tried being nonchalant like Rob had been last Sunday,
but I couldn't wait. I just stepped forward and pressed the start
button. The screen swirled and then cleared.

Scenario: Bondage    Subs To Wear: See-through Panties    Person in
charge: Me!!!

It still excited me even though I already knew it would pick me to be
the dom. I was glad it had picked bondage, as I had been thinking
about what to do all week if it did. The see-through panties, however,
were a bit of a surprise. I would have to rewrite that bit and make it
only pick gender specific clothes. Still, it meant I could have some
more fun at Rob's expense.

I looked over at Rob. He was still grinning but not quite so smugly.
Good, squirm you bastard, I thought. Revenge is sweet. "OK big-boy,
strip" I ordered. He meekly began to shed his clothes. It was obvious
that being ordered about wasn't too much to his disliking as his penis
was beginning to erect and the first tell-tale signs of pre- cum were
forming. "Just stay there and don't move a muscle" I ordered as I left
for the bedroom.

Quickly going through my lingerie drawer I found the perfect pair of
panties. I also grabbed several pairs of stockings. I slowly strolled
back to Rob and held the panties up for him to look at. "I bet you
didn't think that when you put that in the machine it would be you who
got to wear them" I taunted. He began to say something but I held up
my hand to silence him. "To the letter, buster" I teased.   With a
sigh of resignation he quickly squeezed into them. They were going to
be all pulled out of shape, but I didn't mind as I had other plans for
them soon anyway.   His now erect penis was sticking out over the top
of the panties. I leant forward and grasped it firmly. "OK, follow me,
my sexy sub". I led him into the dining room and stood him close to
the table. "So, you thought you'd cheat last Sunday did you?   Well
now it's payback time Rob" I said, giggling.

I took a dining room chair and stood it in front of him. He mistakenly
thought I wanted him to sit on it but I waved him away. He stood back
looking puzzled. I took the chair and tilted it up on its front legs,
then pushed it all the way over to the ground. It was now resting on
the floor on the front of the seat and the top of the back rail, with
all four legs sticking up in the air. I pointed at the upturned base
of the chair and ordered him to kneel with his knees outside the chair
legs. I quickly knelt down and tied his knees to the legs of the chair
with some of the stockings.   Then I pushed him over the base of the
chair so that his head was resting on the carpet and his panty covered
ass was sticking up in the air. I pulled both his hands back behind
him and tied them palm up to the back legs of the chair. My final
piece of bondage was to loop a stocking round his neck and through the
back of the chair and tie it off.  I stood back to admire my
handiwork. He looked deliciously helpless. "OK, babe, try and get out
of that". With his arms held straight out behind him and his knees
forced apart it was beginning to dawn on Rob that he really wasn't
going anywhere.   He struggled and tugged a few times but then gave
up. "All right, ya got me hog tied, so what happens now?" he asked.
Bent over nearly double with his head touching the floor was not a
comfortable position to be in. It must have also occurred to him that
I really was now in full control. I was trembling with excitement and
I knew I would be wet. I felt wonderfully horny.

I got down on the floor next to Rob's face. He twisted up to look at
me. I leaned forward and kissed him on the bridge of his nose. "You
see, the thing of it is, sweetie, I do all the talking. Naughty boys
who wear panties should be teased and not heard". I got up and went to
the kitchen. I noisily searched through the cutlery drawer and loudly
said "Aha, just what I need" and ostentatiously snipped the scissors
I'd picked up. I returned to Rob and snipped them a few more times
close to his face. He flinched in a pleasing display of alarm. "Now
what shall we cut off?" I asked. Rob didn't say a word but he kept his
eyes fixed on the scissors as I snipped fresh air a few more times. I
slowly circled behind him out of his line of sight. I touched the cold
metal of the closed scissors to the top of the inside of his left leg.
I was rewarded with a small muffled yelp of surprise and Rob flinching
away from the metal. He couldn't go far and I leant forward and
touched them to his leg again.

This time he was more controlled and managed to resist yelping or
moving. I ran the still closed scissors round his leg and up to the
edge of the straining panties.   With a quick snip I sliced through
them. I then dragged the scissors across his exposed ass to the other
side and snipped through them again. It was a pity about the panties,
they were a nice pair, but I figured it was worth it.

The panties fell down and hung between his legs, held up by his
erection which was pressed firmly against the bottom of the chair
seat. I slowly pulled the panties free and went round and lay on the
floor next to Rob's face. "OK big-mouth time to be gagged, open up" I
ordered. He shook his head and kept his mouth shut. "Tsk Tsk,
insubordination already, and we've hardly begun" I chided. I leant
forward and squeezed his nose shut. He immediately started to heave
and buck but he couldn't escape me. His mouth flew open in a gasp and
an attempt to say something. I rammed the cut panties straight in and
tied them in place with a final stocking. Rob snorted and grunted,
trying to speak through the gag. But in his inclined position nothing
intelligible came out and so he stopped trying.

"There, that's better isn't it?" I said. "Now we can get on with the
show". I sat down with my legs spread either side of his head and
shuffled forward on my bottom till his forehead was resting on my
pubic bone. I dropped my skirt over the back of his head and started
slowly dragging my finger nails up and down his exposed back. He
huffed and jiggled exquisitely against my crotch. This lasted for
about five minutes until he  began to flag from the exertion as I made
him writhe about. I ended the scratching with a rousing dose of bongo
drumming on his upturned ass cheeks. My hands were beginning to smart
so I stood up and walked round to the back of the chair. His ass was
now a nice shade of red.

It seemed Rob was enjoying being a submissive as much as I had the
previous Sunday. He was still painfully erect and a rivulet of pre-cum
had run down the bottom of the chair seat. I leant forward and cupped
his balls in my hand. Rob let out an involuntary moan and tried to
grind his hips to bring himself to orgasm. I squeezed his balls gently
and held him firm. He stopped moving and let out a groan of
disappointment. As a reward for his obedience I leant forward and
licked both balls two or three times. I then slowly licked up and down
between his scrotum and his anus. As he seemed to be enjoying this too
much I stopped and circled round the front again. His eyes were shut
and he was breathing heavily through his nose. "Hey Rob, you'll like
this" I called out. He opened his eyes and watched me as I lifted up
my skirt and wriggled out of my panties. I dropped them down in front
of his face and stood over him with my feet either side of his head.

I slowly squatted down with my crotch touching the back of his head
but I was careful not to put any weight on him. "You got my hair all
messy last Sunday so I thought I'd return the compliment" I told him
as I gently moved my pussy back and forth. I couldn't keep it up for
long as it hurt my legs keeping all my weight off his neck. When I
lifted off I was gratified to see his hair was tangled and nicely
matted with my juices. It had sure felt nice rubbing myself on him
like that.

"Hmmm, should I go and take in a film or do some shopping? After all
you'll still be here when I get back" I mused out loud. Rob started
struggling and moaning. I could tell he was probably reaching his
limit and wasn't looking for any more teasing. So I went to the
kitchen and got a tub of margarine from the refrigerator. I put it
down in front of Rob's face. I could see the look of puzzlement in his
eyes. I pulled the lid off and tipped it forward for him to see.
"Still don't get it huh?" I asked. "Well here's a clue" I said as I
plunged my right thumb into the margarine.   "If it was good enough
for Marlon Brando, then it's good enough for me".

I fizzed inside with power as I walked behind him again and grasped
his balls. But this time I lifted them up till my thumb came level
with his exposed ass-hole. I could feel him tense as we both knew what
I was going to do next. I slowly rotated my thumb round his bud which
twitched and convulsed waiting for the intrusion. His penis stiffened
even more as I pushed the tip of my greased thumb into him and
stopped. He forced himself to relax and I pushed the rest of the way
in. He moaned as loudly as the gag would let him. I waited for him to
relax again and slowly lifted his balls and ass up, then pushed down.
I settled to a slow rhythm of rise and fall which rubbed his penis
across the underside of the chair seat.

I worked him faster and faster, and at the same time pushed on his
prostate gland.   He began to grunt and groan with each movement of
his pelvis. "Cum for me, baby" I demanded and felt his sphincter begin
to spasm and clench. Suddenly he gave a low guttural groan and let
loose a torrent of semen down the chair. I felt each ejaculation as he
clenched around my thumb. Eventually he slumped down totally spent and
I managed to withdraw my slick thumb. Looking down I couldn't believe
the amount of cum he'd squirted down the back of the chair.

I untied his right hand and then went to wash my hands. When I
returned all he'd managed to do was pull the stocking down around his
neck and spit the panties out.   He was breathing heavily and his eyes
were closed. I untied all his bindings, lifted him up and helped him
through to the bedroom. He slumped on to the bed. I undressed and lay
down next to him. Eventually he spoke. "I'm not sure I can do this
once a week" he whispered. I smiled and cuddled close. After a moment
of cuddling I whispered back "Would you like to lick me?". I was horny
as hell after our little scene and really wanted some. Rob never said
a word, just gently snored.

Damn, why didn't I ever seem to get any orgasms from these computer
games?. Oh well, I thought, there's always next Sunday.  And so there
would be, but that's another story.

The End.


If you should happen to be one of the three or four that may have
liked this story, feel free to either e-mail me (Kim@nym.alias.net) or
post a glowing testimonial in alt.sex.stories.d  :)

Failing that, say it like it is and constructively point out why it's
a load of crap :(
