Sex Games
-- by jessicablank

Mistress Elizabeth watched Todd walk through the door.  Sitting
regally in her chair, she slapped her leather paddle against her
hand.  The impact stung a bit, but seeing Todd flinch at the
impact was worth it.  "You're late," she said.

Todd looked at his watch, caught off guard.  "No, I'm not,
Mistress -- I'm..."

"Did I hear correctly, slave?"  Mistress Elizabeth's voice was
threatening.  "Did you just contradict me?"

Flustered, now, Todd replied, "No, Mistress, I was just--"

"The forbidden word, slave!"  Mistress Elizabeth slapped her palm
again.

Todd dropped onto the floor, kneeling, head bowed.  His arms
rose, outstretched, crossed at the wrists as if bound.  The
position he assumed without thought, without resistance.  "I am
sorry, Mistress!  I have been a bad, bad slave.  Please forgive
me, Mistress."

"Forgive?"  The tone of Mistress Elizabeth's voice was just below
complete outrage.  "Late in arriving, one demerit."

Todd winced, knowing this would cost him in punishment, very
soon.

"Uttering the forbidden word... NO!" Mistress Elizabeth
continued.  Todd cowered, hearing the word from Mistress' lips,
already feeling pain from the word itself.  Pain she had
conditioned into him, as a Pavlovian response.  His mind refused
to remember the extended whippings, the repeated shouts of the
forbidden word, his cries and whimpers -- it refused to remember,
but the pain was there.  The aversion was there.  He could not
help himself.  "THREE demerits!"

Todd began shaking, trying not to imagine what his punishment
might be.

"But... I am in a merciful mood tonight, slave," Mistress
Elizabeth smiled.  Todd was not sure he felt relieved at the
sight of that smile.  "Still, I am going to change our plans for
this evening."

Todd's weeks in chastity were supposed to have been at end, and
he had been hoping for Mistress to grant his aching cock the
relief of an orgasm -- even a tiny one.  Even if it meant hours
of being whipped, and licking Mistress' pussy, and tonguing her
ass, and obeying her every demeaning command...  And now...  Now
it was all changed.  Something else was going to happen.  He felt
the cock cage squeezing tighter around his penis -- so sensitive
and yet so numb, after all the weeks of being locked up.

"Yes, Mistress," he replied -- and bowed to the floor, touching
his forehead to the hardwood surface.  His arms remained
outstretched, and the jacket of his suit felt tight around his
arms and shoulders.  Still, he waited for Mistress Elizabeth's
next command.

"Instead of our planned activities for this evening," she
continued, "I want to do something... simple.  I want to play a
game."  She leaned forward, gently slapping her hand once more,
enjoying that Todd flinched at the sound.  She sat up straight in
her chair, and said, "We're going to play... checkers!"

Todd felt confused.  He was certain he'd heard it wrong. 
"Checkers, Mistress?"

"That's right.  You'll be red, and I'll be black."  Another slap
of the paddle.  Todd shook.  "Go to the hall closet and bring out
the checker set."

Todd stood up, and almost ran down the hall, to the end, and
opened the doors.  He looked up to the left, finding the Monopoly
game, the boxes of playing cards, the poker chips.  Finally, his
eyes landed on the box with the checker and chess games.  He
pulled the box out, and trotted down the hallway.  In a few
minutes, he had set up the checkerboard, and the flat,
coin-shaped game pieces, the red pieces all at his end of the
board.  Todd hovered over the table, not sure what to do next. 
Mistress was seated at one side, and an empty chair was at the
other -- where his red pieces were.  But he knew better than to
assume he had permission to sit.

Mistress reached out and swatted Todd's ass with the paddle. 
"Strip, slave!  Clothes off -- NOW!"  Todd hastily began
unbuttoning his jacket, draping it on the chair, unzipping his
pants, removing his shirt.  Soon, he was setting aside his shoes
and socks, with his underwear folded carefully on top, in the
corner, against the wall.

"Sit down, slave," she commanded.  Todd sat, not sure what to do
next.  Mistress Elizabeth shifted the board around, centering it
on the table.  She looked up at him, holding the leather paddle
in one hand.  There was no smile on her face.  Something was up.

"Your move," Mistress commanded.

Todd looked at the board.  The opening move in checkers -- there
weren't all that many choices.  He pushed a red piece toward the
center of the board, diagonally.

"One square," Mistress announced, "one swat.  Stand up and bend
over, slave."

Todd looked at the board.  What had he gotten into?  He rose from
the chair and bent over, presenting his bottom to Mistress. 
THWACK!!  Her leather paddle hit his buttocks firmly, almost
making him grunt with surprise.

"Sit down, slave," Mistress said.

Todd turned around, looking at Mistress Elizabeth, feeling
confused -- but aroused at the same time.  His cock thickened
inside the tight chastity, hurting a little.  Todd sat down --
though his bottom felt sore, and the chair chafed against his
skin.

Mistress Elizabeth moved a black piece toward his red piece, the
one he had first moved.  Blocking any further movement.  "On your
knees, slave.  Kiss my foot."

Todd immediately dropped to the floor, and crawled next to the
table, positioning his face over Mistress' right foot.  He was
delighted that she was wearing sandals, out of which she could
easily slip, exposing her long, smooth toes with the red painted
nails.  He kissed the sensitive spot on the top of her foot,
between the big toe and the second toe.  Lingering there, letting
the warmth of his mouth soak into her skin, gently brushing his
lips against her foot.  Then he planted a second kiss a little
higher on her foot, more to the center, hearing her moan quietly
at the sensation.

"Enough, slave.  Back in the chair.  Your move."

Todd felt disoriented.  Oh, yes -- the checker game.  He'd
completely forgotten it, in his ecstasy of kissing Mistress'
foot.  Todd rose quickly, bumping his right shoulder on the edge
of the table, feeling incredibly clumsy.  He stood, realizing his
cock was beginning to ache inside the tiny cage.  He bit his
lower lip for a moment, and levered himself back into the chair,
as Mistress had commanded.  He pushed a second red piece forward,
leaving the first one protected.

"Another square, another swat," Mistress announced.  "Stand up,
slave."  Todd stood.  "Turn around."  He presented his backside
to Mistress for another swat.  There was a moment's delay, and
then the sudden impact of her leather paddle on his skin --
forcing a tiny squeal from Todd's throat.  "Sit down again...
slave," Mistress commanded.

Todd sat, shaking a little.  And watched as Mistress Elizabeth
moved a different black piece toward his red one -- leaving an
empty space behind it.

"On the floor," she commanded.  Todd dropped on all fours, as
Mistress Elizabeth spread her legs wide.  "Nuzzle my pussy,
slave."

Todd crawled forward, and pushed his face against Mistress
Elizabeth's crotch, under her raised skirt.  Of course, she wore
no panties, as usual during their sessions.  He pressed his nose
along the cleft of her pussy, breathing slowly out through his
nose, warming her skin.  He circled down and to the left,
trailing the tip of his nose up the space between her thigh and
her outer labia, then circling over her shaved mound.  Then down
to the right and up again, along the other thigh.  He was about
to press his nose directly against her cleft, when Mistress
commanded, "Back in the chair, slave.  Your move."

Todd scrambled backwards on the floor, truly shaking now.  He
rolled back and stood, then dropped his aching bottom onto the
chair, surprised at how sore he felt back there.

He looked at the board, and saw Mistress' piece diagonal from
his, with an empty space behind it.  A little uncertain about the
consequences, Todd looked up at Mistress.

"You know the rules," she said.  "If you can jump, you MUST
jump."  She stared at Todd, silently daring him to contradict
her.  But the slave knew better.  He lifted the red piece, placed
it on the board behind hers, and removed the black one, setting
it aside on the table.

"Two squares... TWO swats!" Mistress Elizabeth announced.

Todd stood, presenting his red, sore bottom.

"Not on the rear, this time, slave," said Mistress.  "Turn around
and face me."

Confused, Todd turned, his hands still clasped together, not
knowing what to expect.

Mistress pointed her paddle at him.  "Hands behind you, slave." 
And Todd moved his hands, his right hand grabbing two of the
fingers of his left.  "Look down!" Mistress commanded.  "I did
not give you permission to look at my face."  Todd stared down at
the floor, his cock so tight in the chastity.

THWACK!  THWACK!  A hard blow across the top of his left thigh,
another across the top of his left.  Todd's eyes filled with
tears at the pain.  He tried to suppress a moan, but found
himself sobbing for a moment, unable to stop.  Mistress waited,
while Todd composed himself, and began to shuffle backward, and
started to sit down again.

"Did I tell you to sit down, slave?" asked Mistress.

"N-- " Todd began, then caught himself before uttering the
dreaded word.  "You did not, Mistress."  He resumed standing
straight, his buttocks and thighs burning, cock aching.

"You took one of my pieces," Mistress Elizabeth accused.

It's part of the rules, Todd thought.  But he answered, "Yes,
Mistress."

"What should be your punishment, for taking one of your Mistress'
game pieces?"  She stood up, and approached Todd closely.  She
pressed the edge of the paddle under his chin, pushing upwards. 
"Look at me, slave."  Todd looked into her eyes.  "What sort of
punishment should you receive?"

Todd was shaking, afraid that saying the wrong thing would earn
him even more severe pain than getting it right.  "I...  I don't
know, Mistress."

She trailed the edge of the paddle down Todd's neck, down the
center of his chest, pressing it gently against his navel. 
"You... don't... know..."  She drew the paddle back, as if
getting ready for a swing at his face, and Todd's eyes went wide.
 The Mistress Elizabeth lifted her other hand, holding up a
small, black box, with two electrodes at one end.  She showed it
to Todd, letting him see the small, metal prods glitter in the
light.  Then she lowered her hand to his crotch, pressed the box
against his balls under the chastity, and pressed the button.

Waves of intense pain throbbed through his balls, and Todd
screamed, expelling the breath he had been holding without
realizing it.  He lost all count of time, of how long the
electrical sparks shot through his groin, but it seemed to go on
forever.  Suddenly, Mistress Elizabeth pulled the box away, and
Todd began to cry, shaking -- as Mistress casually walked back to
her chair and sat down.

"Sit, slave!"  She reached out to the board, and moved another
black piece, giving Todd another opening to jump -- straight to
her side of the board.

Gasping for breath, Todd sat, and examined the board, realizing
his was the next move.  He reached out to the red piece, ready to
jump again.  Afraid of the consequences.

"Not yet, slave!  I just moved a square.  Time to pleasure your
mistress.  On your knees again, and over here," she pointed.

Todd slipped off the chair, feeling the edge scrape against his
sore bottom.  He shuffled forward on his knees, not sure if he
should be crawling.  Mistress did not correct him.  And when he
arrived at her chair, she unzipped her top, exposing her breasts.

"The left nipple -- SUCK!"

Todd leaned forward, his mouth opening...

"Not that way, slave!  MY left!"

Suddenly, Todd found Mistress' knee pressed firmly against his
balls.  Not roughly -- but meaning business.  His mind was going
fuzzy, it was hard to think.  He shook his head, trying to clear
the fog, then thought a moment, and leaned to his right.  His
lips closed around the large, soft nipple.  Teasing and sucking.
Feeling it harden inside his mouth.  He sucked, and then dared to
scrape the edge of his teeth -- gently -- over the skin of
Mistress' nipple.  Her moans told him she was enjoying the
sensation.

"Enough, slave."  Mistress reached up with both hands, and pushed
Todd's head away.

He crawled backwards, stood, and sat again, feeling the chair on
his sore buttocks.  He began to reach for the red piece again,
afraid of what might happen next.  Then Todd pulled back, folded
both hands in his lap, and begged, "Please, Mistress, I don't
want to play any more."

Mistress Elizabeth leaned her elbows on the table, smiling. 
"Honesty, at least.  Good.  I don't want you holding any secrets
from me."  She leaned back in her chair.  "But I never said you
had a choice, whether to play or not."

Todd felt the floor drop out from under him.  His jaw dropping
open, he leaned toward the board again, reaching for the piece.

"And," said Mistress, "in case you have any expectations of
minimizing your punishment..."

Todd looked up, though he had not been given permission to look
in Mistress' face.

"I want to make sure you play a good game."  She smiled even more
broadly.  "I want you to play to win."

"Yes, Mistress," Todd replied, prepared to obey.

"And to sweeten the victory..."  The dominatrix reached into a
pocket in her skirt and withdrew a shiny metal object.  She held
it up, dangling it in front of Todd, at her end of the board. 
The key to his cock cage.

"Mistress?..." Todd began, not sure what to ask.

She swung the key back and forth... watching his eyes follow... 
"Yes, if you win the game, I'll unlock you -- for tonight..." 
Then she withdrew the key, and put it back in the pocket.  "But
if you lose...  I'll leave you locked up for an extra four
weeks."

Todd's cock throbbed with pain, inside the tight lock.  "Yes,
Mistress."

"You want to win... don't you?" she said.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good boy.  Now, make your move."

Todd reached out to the red piece, and lifted it.  Jumping over
Mistress' black piece to the back row.  He picked up the black
piece, set it aside.  Remembering the punishments that Mistress
had administered so far.  He looked down at the table, again
remembering his place as a slave.  His voice quavered when he
said the words that he MUST say:  "King me."

Mistress Elizabeth lifted the red checker, then took one of the
discarded black checkers and placed it underneath, stacking the
two together, with the red checker on top.  Now Todd's piece was
the most powerful one on the board, able to move forward and
backward.

Todd waited for Mistress' next command, afraid to imagine what
she would do next.

"Go to the wall, and retrieve the riding crop, slave," she said.

When Todd returned, Mistress administered one blow to each
testicle, making it so hard for him to stand.  She gently stroked
the tip of the riding crop under Todd's balls, cooing, "That's
two swats for two squares."  She leaned forward, and gently blew
into Todd's ear, nibbling his earlobe.  "Now... for taking
another of your Mistress' pieces... I want you to kneel on the
floor, in a little ball."

Todd dropped to the floor, curling up, his hands balled into
loose fists, held closely against his chest.  Click... click...
click...  He could hear Mistress' boots, as she walked around
him...  Around to his right... then by his head...  Trailing the
riding crop down his back, between his shoulder blades.  Then
walking past his left side... trailing the crop down between his
ass cheeks...  Oh, God, not his balls again!  Then THWACK!
THWACK! she struck two hard blows on the soles of his feet. 
THWACK!  again, and THWACK! again.  Over and over, making Todd's
feet feel like they were on fire!  The pain was so intense, he
only realized Mistress had stopped when she shouted at him.

"Get up!" Mistress commanded.

Todd stood.

"Sit down," she said.  And Todd limped over to his chair, barely
able to walk.  He slumped into it, panting, trying to remember
whose turn it was.

Mistress pushed another black checker forward, directly in the
path of his king.  Was she "throwing" the game?  Todd could
barely think.  He started to reach for his king, when he realized
again that he should be waiting for a command to pleasure
Mistress.  He hardly heard her voice, as she commanded him to lie
on the floor, face up.  In a moment, she was lowering her smooth,
round ass on top of his face, cutting off his air, commanding him
to push his tongue deeper into her ass, while her riding crop
trailed up his left thigh... then up his right thigh...  So hard
to think... seeing stars flashing...  His tongue deep into her
warm hole...  Todd licked... and wiggled his tongue... again
forgetting all about the checker game...  Then suddenly,
Mistress' bottom lifted, and Todd exhaled, almost explosively,
and gasped in a deep breath of fresh air.

"Up, slave," Mistress commanded.  "Sit down, and make your next
move!"

And so the game continued.  The long, slow game of checkers. 
Move by move, Todd alternated between pleasuring Mistress -- with
his mouth, with his hands, licking, kneading, massaging, sucking
-- and receiving so many different kinds of pain.  More strokes
with the riding crop, slow crushing of his balls, a spiked wheel
down all the most sensitive parts of his skin, and the whip --
stroke after stroke, on his ass, on his thighs, on his back. 
Till, finally, shaking and barely able to see through the tears,
Todd jumped his red king over Mistress' final black piece, and
removed it from the board.

He stared down at the board, unthinking, the chair digging into
his sore buttocks, the floor burning on his aching feet.  He
waited, shivering.  Inhaling deeply, and shuddering as he blew
out each breath.

Todd heard a scratching.  A scrape of something hard across the
surface of the checker board.  And Mistress' hand entered his
field of vision, now a narrow tunnel of light through the pain,
pushing the key toward him.  Todd did not recognize it at first.

"You won, slave," Mistress said.  "Todd, can you hear me?  You
won."

Todd stared at the key.  Then two thoughts finally met inside his
head, and he reached forward, taking the key from Mistress
Elizabeth's hand.  She let him take it, easily.  And he sat
still, trying to remember what to do next.

"You may now unlock your chastity, slave -- only for tonight."

"Thank you, Mistress," Todd muttered.  He reached down to his
crotch with the key, fumbling for a moment, and inserted it into
the lock.  A simple turn, and click, and the lock slipped out,
letting him open the cock cage and set it aside on the table.

"Stand up, and turn around," Mistress said.

Todd stood, feeling dazed.  His cock felt so strange, so cold out
of the chastity.  So light, with the weight and the confinement
removed.  He barely noticed Mistress moving around -- but he felt
her wrapping the cuffs around his thighs, then the cuffs around
his wrists.  The click-click of locks finally brought Todd out of
his daze, and he realized that his hands had been locked at his
sides, well away from his newly-liberated penis.

"Mistress...?" Todd began to ask.

"I said you could unlock your cock, slave," Mistress replied,
"not that you could stroke it."

Mistress Elizabeth demonstrated, by squeezing her hand around
Todd's cock, so very gently, and pulling from the base to the
tip.  Reminding him of the sensation -- it had been so long!  He
felt ready to cum, instantly -- but she let go of his cock, and
took hold of his chin.

"Look at me, slave."

Todd looked into her eyes.

"You're going to sleep on your back, tonight.  No sheets or
blankets.  NOTHING is to touch your cock -- do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Todd nodded.

"Good boy," she replied.  "In the morning, I'll put your chastity
back on for you, before releasing your hands."  She traced her
fingertip around his lips, causing his cock to leap upwards, the
pressure so instantly increasing.

"Would you like to be able to stroke it?" Mistress asked.

Todd shook, and his hips began to thrust forward, automatically.
"Yes, Mistress!  Please, Mistress, let me--"

"Shhhhhhhh!" Mistress said, pressing her finger against Todd's
lips, sealing them.  "You're going to have to EARN that
privilege, slave -- by playing another game.  Tomorrow night. 
Would you like that?"

Todd shivered again, fear and lust warring inside his head,
inside his body.  He found himself answering, "Yes, Mistress." 
The words came with so little thought, now.

"When I was a little girl, I was very good at... marbles!  Would
you like to play marbles with me, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."  More and more automatic.

"Good.  Of course, every time you hit my marbles, you get to keep
them."  She trailed her fingers down Todds chest, around his
torso, around the bound arm, to his back, and down the cleft of
his ass.  "I have some very special plans, on WHERE you will get
to them."  She laughed, quietly.  "And I have a VERY big bag of
marbles."

Todd's buttocks clenched together, involuntarily.  Still, his
resistance was non-existent for now.  "Yes, Mistress," he
replied.

"Come to bed now, slave," Mistress said, pulling on Todd's arm. 
"Before you fall asleep, Mistress needs a good licking.  You'll
get to smell my juices on your face all night long.  Won't that
be nice?"  She hugged his arm closely.  "Doesn't it feel so good,
to have your cock out of that tight cage?"

Todd walked side by side with Elizabeth, toward their bedroom, no
longer thinking words.  Simply reacting to the mental images of
licking Mistress' slick, wet pussy.  "Yes, Mistress."  Hands at
his sides, mind in neutral, ready to serve.  The perfect,
obedient slave.  Not even thinking about that big bag of marbles,
and how the little, cool spheres would feel as they were pushed
one by one, up inside him.  Tomorrow's game.  That was tomorrow's
game.

"Yes, Mistress."  Tonight was yes, Mistress.

Yes, Mistress.



