The way the cards fall - Dominance and submission
© 2015 Blushing Books & R. R. Greaves writing as Jessica Brand
Have you ever made a bet and wish you could take it back? Jason has.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have your own personal slave? Nicole has.
Does she play fair? Does she really win? Does he really lose? Immerse yourself in the wild, erotic and exciting world Nicole and Jason navigate as they explore activities they didn’t even know existed a few short weeks before. Be part of their adventure as they learn about sadism and masochism, humiliation and pride, pleasure and pain. Join them as Nicole becomes more comfortable controlling Jason.
Watch as he slowly accepts his place, as he gradually learns about the pleasures of submitting to the woman of his dreams, learning to enjoy the little thrills that come from serving and pleasing her. Receiving guidance from an expert, Nicole learns not only how to dominate her boyfriend but also the intense sensations of submitting to her new found female mentor.
This is not a story for the faint hearted. It explores issues that are taboo for some but secretly craved by many. It is a story of love, lust and fetish as it twists and turns in the most unexpected of directions.
As Jason slipped his key into the lock, Nicole wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her breasts against his back and grabbing the always half-hard bulge in his pants. They’d enjoyed a great night out and were slightly buzzed and in high spirits. They’d been seeing each other for nearly a month; the love was there, but neither had said so…yet. Who would be the first to commit? Nicole was spending more and more time at Jason’s, especially on nights when neither of them had to work the following day.
For Nicole, it was also great to distance herself from her boring roommate who seemed to spend most of her spare time with her face in a bowl of potato crisps and a bottle of soda while complaining about her life and her lack of a partner. Nicole, on the other hand, was driven to remain fit and healthy, taking every opportunity to run along the beautiful waterfront of San Diego Bay and workout at the exercise stations that were positioned strategically in parks around the city. Nicole had never struggled to attract partners and her personality just seemed to be a magnet to people in general. Despite being an ideal role model for her roommate, she didn’t tell her how to solve her problems. Some people just need to learn from experience and she instinctively knew that no discussion along those lines would end well.
It was nearly 11:00 pm. They had the weekend to look forward to and they weren’t ready for bed. Nicole turned to Jason and said, “How about a night cap, darling?”
“Sure. Why not? How do you feel about a few hands of poker?”
She embraced him, bringing her mouth up to his ear and he felt her hot breath as she panted, “Oh. Yeah. Strip poker.” She grabbed his crotch, squeezing him gently, pleased to feel his immediate response.
“I’ll get the drinks; you get the cards,” he replied as he looked at Nicole, wondering what he did to deserve her. She was intelligent, had a wickedly dirty mind, a great sense of humor, and she was great in bed.
After playing the first hand, Nicole found herself removing her sweater to reveal her tight, white push-up bra. Jason never tired of admiring her cleavage and he grinned as she exposed herself to him.
The next hand ended with her skirt falling to the floor. She was now wearing nothing but her four-inch pumps, stockings, garter belt and panties, wishing she had worn a few extra items of clothing that night.
“Hey! It’s not fair. You had so many more clothes than me,” Jason moaned. “I have to beat you in more hands before you’re naked.”
“Oh stop your belly aching,” she replied light heartedly. “You’re the one who asks that I wear all these things because they turn you on. Would you prefer that I not wear them in future?” she said, turning her head demurely and batting her eyelashes at him. “Or maybe you could wear them sometime to see what I go through for you.” She smiled as he screwed his face up in response.
“In your dreams, baby. In your dreams.”
“Well, stop your complaining and just appreciate what you see. I admit feeling hot wearing them, though, and I certainly enjoy the admiring glances my confidence draws. Anyway, you seem to be conveniently forgetting that I’ve already lost two major items of clothing, which has evened the odds.” As she said it, she massaged her nipples, encouraging them to poke out proudly through the satin material of her bra. This provocative action was not lost on Jason and soon he was removing his first shoe after being distracted such that he lost the next hand. His second shoe quickly followed as she beat his pair of aces with a full hand of tens and eights.
“Let me get us another drink,” she said, standing up and making her way over to the liquor cabinet. As she moved, she knew she had his full attention as her tight white panties clung to her firm butt, which was framed by the straps coming down from her garter belt. It swayed tantalizingly as she walked confidently in her pumps.
“Actually, I like you dressed just the way you are, come to think of it,” he said excitedly.
Returning with the drinks, she handed one to him. Then, after dipping her finger into her own drink, she inserted it into her mouth, forming a perfect ring with her glistening red lips pointedly sucking it as she slowly withdrew it. She gazed into his eyes with the ‘Come hither’ look that she knew he struggled to resist. She was unsettling him, and reveled in the feeling.
He recognized the distraction and realized he needed to pay more attention because as much as he wanted their relationship to grow, he couldn’t allow her to beat him at poker. After all, as hot as she was, she was only a woman and everyone knows that women can’t play poker. He was going to enjoy having his way with her when he finally got her totally naked. To the victor go the spoils! He was confident that he sure as hell would be the victor. He felt vindicated after the following hand, as she removed the first of her pumps. She sat across from him, her legs crossed as other high-heel hung from her foot, swinging tantalizingly.
The next couple of hands were not kind to her, and before long both pumps were lying on the carpet and she was forlornly preparing to remove a stocking. Still, she took great delight in standing up, turning her back to him and slowly rolling the filmy nylon down her leg. She bent over and made a point of pausing with her butt pushed out towards him. She gave it a sexy wiggle as she smoothly slipped the stocking over her foot. She was slightly worried, thinking that she may have to use all of her womanly wiles to beat him this evening. Nevertheless, she would enjoy putting his tongue to work after he removed the last of his clothes, regardless of who was naked first.
Her tactics had the desired effect; before long, he was removing his jeans after she laid out three aces to his pair of kings. Sitting there in his boring briefs, t-shirt and socks, he was conscious that he was not looking his best. A few more hands saw him lose his socks and before long, as Nicole lounged back with a big smile on her face, he peeled his t-shirt off to reveal his well-proportioned chest; his briefs were the only things left protecting his modesty. They weren't hiding much; at the moment his gifts were obvious, obviously excited. She quite often enjoyed the pleasures she could derive from his large, circumcised cock. Though she was sometimes a little annoyed as he forced himself upon her, not always taking the time to see that she received the same pleasure as he did. Sometimes men can be so inconsiderate, she had thought to herself many times recently. Interestingly, most of her girlfriends had the same complaint.
The next couple of hands saw her second stocking come off, followed by her garter belt, eventually leaving her in bra and panties with him in only his briefs. He grinned at her salaciously and said, “I am going to take great delight in seeing you peel your bra off and then I will help you out of your panties. You should have known better than to think you could beat me at poker.”
“In your dreams. If you haven’t noticed, I have twice as many clothes on as you. Let’s see just how good you are. Deal the cards, dreamer!”
He dealt and as they picked up their cards, he watched her face for a tell. Did she have the winning hand or not? Nope. She retained only a solitary card while he kept two - a pair of eights. He dealt her another four cards, giving himself three. He still only had his pair of eights. He was preparing to stand when she threw in her hand and reached around to unclip her bra, drawing the cups off her breasts and tossing it to one side a little more forcefully than was necessary. He noticed her annoyance, but he could not help but focus on her firm rounded breasts that sat perfectly on her chest with no sign of sagging. It was as if she had undergone implant surgery, but he knew she was all natural. Her nipples were no longer firm. Thoughts of sex had taken a back seat while she focused on the next, critical hand.
“Now that we are on a level footing what say we up the ante a little?” Jason asked her, feeling confident of his prospects.
“What do you have in mind?” she replied.
“I was thinking that whoever loses the next hand will become the slave of the winner.”
“Hmmm. What a delicious idea. How long would this arrangement last?”
“Say, one week.”
The drinks had loosened her up a little and she threw caution to the wind. “Sure. Why not? I could certainly use a slave to help me for a week.” She glanced down at his bulging crotch before adding, “And I could certainly enjoy taking charge of that. I would make sure it did what I wanted it to do rather than having it take control like it normally does.”
“Oh, I am sure it will be taking charge all right. The next hand is all mine,” he replied with bravado, which unnerved her slightly.
“Ummm. Do you see any limits to this slavery?” she asked. “I don’t want others to know what we’re up to,” she added.
“It will be just between us, I promise. Our little secret. Nothing too overt. Nobody else will ever know,” he replied, gazing into her eyes. “Let’s play an open hand.”
She dealt the cards and they picked them up. Jason confidently laid his cards on the table and sat back smugly. He had three aces.
“Oh this is going to be fun,” he said as he cupped himself with one hand, giving it a little shake.
Nicole nervously returned his gaze, slowly laying her cards out, one by one. She had the fourth ace, but nothing else worth keeping. Her face was grim as she discarded the remaining four cards.
“Give me two, slave,” Jason said with a smile on his face. She peeled two cards off the top of the pack. It was a pair of tens and Jason let out a little “Whoop!” as he shot his fist into the air. “Oh yes! Come to daddy.”
The color drained from Nicole’s face as she slowly peeled four cards from the pack. The first one was the king of hearts. Nervously she peeled the next one to reveal the ten of spades. Her heart skipped a beat and her face dropped. Flipping the final two down quickly, she hoped against hope. They both studied what she had; the face of the victor lit up with a satisfied, “Yesssss. Now get us both another drink, slave. Then come back and kneel at my feet. I think we have a few rules to discuss.”
Nicole sat there, stunned as reality sank in. As soon as her second card showed, she knew she couldn’t win.
Jason cleared his throat. “Ahem! Slave, firstly you may get me a drink. And just to show you that I am a benevolent Master, you may get one for yourself. Then you are to take those panties off and kneel before me.”
She looked at the smug smile on his face as the thought of how challenging this week could turn out to be. Despite that, she was not prepared to give up just yet.
“Yes Sir,” she replied meekly as she rose and went to make their drinks. She made sure to move her butt just the right way, knowing he would be admiring it as she walked. At the bar, she gave him a generous shot of bourbon before topping it with a little bit of ginger ale. She reversed the proportions for herself, as she had done previously. Jason could drink more than she could. She had been the designated driver; therefore, she had been drinking lightly all evening. The bourbon was having its effect on Jason and she noticed a slight slurring of his words. As she mixed the drinks, she continued to wiggle her butt, confident that he would be mesmerized. He’d only be thinking about all the things he would be doing to her over the coming week.
Returning to him, she handed him the drink and placed hers on the side table. Then, putting her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties and looking right at him, she started to ease them down over her hips. She was bent over slightly, with her breasts hanging deliciously. She had tilted her body to one side, bending one leg and as she looked at him, she was pouting. His eyes were focused on her, but did not remain fixed on any one spot. Initially, he was staring at her crotch. Then her breasts got his attention before he moved his gaze to her face.
As he noted her pout, his smile turned into a grin. She paused briefly, removing her thumbs from her panties and brought her hands up to her breasts. She cupped them and taking her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers gently rolled them back and forth, feeling them harden and stand out proudly. He was nearly salivating by this stage as he enjoyed his own private peep show.
Her thumbs went back to her panties easing them down her thighs; she spun around as she took them all the way to her ankles. She bent right over so that he was staring right into the globes of her shapely butt; her cleanly shaved labia showed clearly between her legs. She removed her panties and flicked them back over her shoulder, hitting him in the face with them as she spun back around and dropped to her knees. She sat back on her haunches, put her hands on her thighs, and looked up at him.
His grin had tuned into a look of awe as he took a large gulp of his drink. Nicole was pleased to see the effect her little show was having on him. His cock was quite hard and straining against the material of his briefs.
“Master, how would you like me to be your slave for a whole month instead of a week?” she purred.
“Oooohhhhhh yes baby,” he replied in a surprisingly husky voice.
“Good. Well let’s play a hand of double or nothing, or in this case, quadruple or switch and see how that works out,” she cooed.
“Ha ha ha. But I already have you for a what…a week? Why would I rishk that for the poshibility of having the table turn on me?” he asked, the slurring of his words becoming more noticeable.
“But, sir, it seems like the cards have been kind to you tonight. I think your chances of winning are very good. Based on what I’ve seen, you probably have twice or even three times the chance to beat me again. I’m just seeking one last chance, as small as it may be, to turn my fortunes around,” Nicole said, pouting at him as she reached out and stroked him through his briefs.
Jason’s mind was a little foggy. Three times the chance, he thought to himself, and my luck has been pretty good so far.
“Ok, shlave. Deal them up. Quadruple or switch.”
Nicole knew she was taking advantage of him, but this had not turned out the way she hoped. As she shuffled the cards, Jason was not paying close attention, especially since Nicole sat opposite him opening and closing her legs salaciously. She could see that he was captivated and as she dealt, he was totally oblivious of her dealing off the bottom of the pack. They picked up their cards and sorted them before laying them out on the table. This time she started out with three kings, while he had a pair of aces. He tossed in three cards and sat back as she tossed in two and picked up the remainder of the pack.
Taking her time, she turned over his cards. The first was a Jack followed by another Jack, giving him two pair. As she flipped over the final card, she gasped. It was an ace, giving him a full house. His fist went in the air as he smiled and said, “Yes. Four weeks baby!”
She then took a deep breath and flipped her first card over. It was a ten. Neither of them spoke as she flipped the final card to reveal another king. She let out an audible sigh of relief as his face fell.
He quickly finished his drink and Nicole led him off to bed, helping him undress and sliding into bed beside him. It took mere minutes before he was dozing and she breathed a sigh of relief, hoping he would stay asleep. She had a plan. When she was sure he was sound asleep, she carefully slipped back out of the bed and went exploring through his apartment, gathering things for the next part of her plan.
Jason had a home gym in his spare bedroom. From it, she gathered a few things before returning to his closet and gathering up a few more. Her next move was dependent on how deeply Jason was sleeping. If he woke at the wrong moment, her whole plan would collapse and she had no idea what might happen after that. She had considered slipping something into his drink to help him sleep but decided against it. To do so, she would have been crossing a boundary that she was not prepared to cross. Returning to the bedroom, she spread the items out on the floor beside the bed and trembling, she went to work.
First, she took one of his leather belts and carefully looped it twice around his ankles before buckling it up. She did not tighten it. She didn’t want to wake him…yet. It was only tight enough that if he did wake, it would take some effort to get his feet out from the belt, especially if he could not use his hands. He hardly stirred while she was doing this. She finished and sighed her relief.
In his home gym, Jason had exercise gloves that he used for boxercise classes and he had proper boxing gloves. She had chosen the boxing gloves because of their long laces. Now she had to work out how she would get them on his hands without waking him. She loosened the laces as far as she could on both before getting into bed and spooning him, snuggling up nice and close.
Eventually she gently took one of his hands and holding his fingers together, she eased the hand into one of the gloves, leaving the laces loose. Making sure he was still breathing easily and had not been disturbed, she then repeated the process with his other hand.After again snuggling into him for a few minutes, she extricated herself from the bed and returned to the other side. She gradually began tightening up the laces on the gloves taking care not to pull them too tightly. She knew they would be impossible for him to get them off even if they were only laced up loosely. Eventually she had threaded the laces through all the holes and she had them tied with a reef knot with lots of lace left over.
After tying another knot further down one pair of laces, she took his cock in her warm hand and started gently playing with it. It was not long before it hardened up and she gently moved it to one side. Gently and carefully, she grasped his balls, squeezing the skin up around his perineum without putting pressure on them. Having created a loop in the lace, she looped it over his balls and gently snugged it up. Again, she left it loose enough so as not to wake him, but she was quietly confident his balls would not easily slip through the loop. She knew that with some manipulation they could be worked through, but this was unlikely to happen, assuming she was able to complete her plan.
Taking the lace of the second glove, she looped it through the lace of the first, effectively joining them together before looping it down through the belt that was tied around his ankles. She then took a roll of electrical tape and ran a few loops between his ankles and around the belt loops, pulling them more snugly together and effectively preventing him from being able to free his feet. She then sat back and took stock. She was satisfied, so she snuggled up next to him. This time she did manage to get a few hours of restful slumber until he started stirring at first light.
As she felt him move, she hugged him gently but firmly. “Shhhhhh. Go back to sleep,” she whispered in a futile attempt to stave off the inevitable. Before long, his movements became more pronounced and then turned into a full-blown struggle.
“What the fuck… what has happened here?” His voice was shrill, panic-stricken.
Nicole was prepared for this, and she continued to hug him from behind. “Shhhhhhh slave. I have just made you nice and secure to ensure you didn’t do anything silly when you woke up.”
As she said it, she grasped his cock, which instantly sprang to attention, encouraged by her warm hand and helped by him trying to move his hands which then tugged sharply on his balls.
“What the hell are you doing? Let me go. What the fuck…” He now had a good idea of what she had done to him and was starting to understand that he was helpless.
“Ooohhhhh. So hard. Boy! Do I have some plans for that, slave… assuming you behave. Don’t you remember? One week as my slave.”
“But it was supposed to end this morning."
Jason had his ears peeled for any sounds, any clues. What could possibly happen next? In the meantime, Laura had led Nicole past the canes and over to inspect the range of hoods she stocked. Again, Nicole was baffled and she was struggling to imagine what effect they might have on a slave. Surely, the blindfold and gag should be sufficient. Notwithstanding her initial feelings, she was unaccountably fascinated by them. They were like something out of a kinky movie and she had visions of a gimp like creature being used and abused. Was it because they depersonalized the wearer?
Laura saw her fascination and handed her one to inspect more closely. “You have no idea what these can feel like to wear. They are impossible to describe without having experienced the sensations yourself. I love the look and feel of leather on my submissives.”
Nicole was looking at the hood wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Crafted from soft black leather it had holes for the eyes and mouth; it laced up at the back; it had a strap around the neck with a roller buckle that would take a small pad lock. There were studs around the eye holes, and other mysterious fittings. She could, however, see that once this thing was locked on, there would be no removing it until the dominant wanted.
“Why don’t you remove the blindfold and gag? I will fit the hood.” Then she whispered conspiratorially, “Once he’s fitted properly, you can try one on if you like. You will then learn a little of what Jason is experiencing
Nicole nodded, returning to Jason. Hearing them approach, he turned his head slightly - listening, wondering, anticipating. Nicole slowly undid the straps of the harness gag, and eased it out of his mouth. He opened and closed his mouth a few times to get the movement back into his jaw.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“My pleasure, slave,” she replied sweetly. He blinked a couple of times when she removed the blindfold until his eyes adjusted to the light. Jason was trying to assess this new dilemma when Nicole asked, “How do your balls feel?”
Jason paused, “Actually Mistress, they feel good. I’m not it any pain. This thing restricts my movement, is all.” He then quickly added, “But I have no doubt it could be very different if…”
Laura spoke. “Kneel up.” Jason uncurled his body and was grateful for the opportunity to move. When he reached the limit the humbler would allow, Laura came up behind him, handing Nicole a patch of leather and a harness with a short replica of a circumcised cock. It felt like it was made of rubber and looked realistic.
Without pausing or saying anything further, Laura slipped the hood under his chin and quickly pulled it over his head. After positioning it so he could breathe properly, she began pulling up on the laces. Jason inhaled the stimulating smell of the leather. It hugged his head the way a good quality pair of leather gloves hugs one’s hands. As Laura pulled, the leather fully enveloped his head. Every tug on the laces propelled Jason further into a nether world of relaxation and calm. It was surreal. Sounds became muffled. His breathing slowed. Eventually, he felt the neck strap being buckled up. The last little jerk was a padlock going through the buckle.
He was barely aware of the reaction of his cock. As each tug made his cock harden a little more, Nicole watched in fascination; her interest was certainly piqued. Why would such a simple thing have such a dramatic effect?Laura then moved around in front of Jason and produced a patch of leather that Nicole realized was a blindfold; the studs she had noticed earlier were what would hold it in place. As Jason knelt there dreamily fixated on the crotch of her tight fitting slacks, she robbed him of his sight. Again, he was plunged into darkness.
“Open your mouth, slave.”
As Jason responded to the command, Nicole handed Laura the cock like gag she had been holding and she inserted it in his mouth. It was different from the large ball that had stretched his jaw earlier and although it filled him, it was relatively comfortable.
“Oh, you took my cock so easily. Are you used to sucking things like that?” Laura asked loudly as she fastened the straps around his head, pulling the cock deep into his mouth. Jason shook his head and a garbled, “No Mistgthff,” came out.
“Oh you boys always say that,” she replied, laughing. Then in a sweet, yet condescending voice she added, “I am sure that if your Mistress ordered you to suck a real cock, you would put on a song and dance about it but ultimately, you would do what you were told. That’s what slaves do.”
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