This is a little idea I had for a game that could be played as a BDSM scene. It appeals to a few kinks in particular, written from the perspective of the submissive…
It’s a beautiful Saturday morning as you lay comfortably in bed, snuggled against a pillow. You begin to stir as you hear the familiar “Bzzrt! Bzzrt!” of your phone vibrating on the nightstand, just out of arm’s reach. Annoyed, you roll around in bed kicking the sheets out of the way so you can reach over and find out who’s just interrupted your blissful morning.
*What a pleasant surprise*. It’s a text from Sir… A picture in fact. You strain your eyes to see the details of what appears to be his hand clasping a long, thick, white … coil of nylon rope. “We’re going to be playing a little game tonight. This is object #1…” the text read.
You squirm a little as you clutch your phone, re-reading the message, and inspecting the picture, trying to decipher what kind of game Sir might be talking about. You can feel the familiar clinging sensation of your panties to the silky smooth skin between your thighs. Best to be cheeky though, you think, as you set the phone down ignoring the message… for now.
A few hours later, you’ve showered and headed out to do some errands. And of course, while waiting in line at your favorite coffee shop, you can’t help but get a little excited as your phone sounds off its vibrations in your purse. Another picture, this time of a less innocuous object. A fairly good sized shimmeringly silver butt plug, with a pretty pink glass gem at its flange end. Rearing up the picture was the context: “Object #2… Don’t think I won’t expect you at my house tonight. Nine PM. Sharp.”
With a devious little smirk you decide to be a good girl this time, sending a “Yes Sir.” back in response. You receive another text in swift succession. “Good girl. If you hope to win this game, you better wear your finest.”
*Great*, you think. *I’ll have to get all fancy for Sir.* You might act annoyed, but the growing dampness against your thin panties betrays your bratiness.
After some last minute shopping, your outfit is complete. A plunging, lacy black bra. Thigh-high net stockings, complete with garters and a garter-belt to hold them up, tight and high along your luscious thighs. *No panties*, you decide devilishly. Can’t forget the corset as well, of course, uncomfortable as it may be. *Can’t lose to Sir at his own game, after-all.* A third text arrives; this one is not so subtle as the others. A thick, veiny beige cock, with nice supple balls at the base. Silicon though, and attached to something.
*Odd*, you can’t help but be puzzled at what it’s attached to. *No time to respond. Must get ready.*
8:20pm. *Shit*, you’re running late. You throw on a short skirt to hide your legs, and a sexy red blouse. Hair done up in a 20’s style, with emphatically crimson lipstick. *Too slutty?* you wonder, as you snatch up your purse and race out the door. *He’ll owe me one.* You can feel droplets slowly inching down your thighs into the rough carpet seats of your car, as you start the engine and bolt out of the driveway.
9:10pm. You’re late. You hate being late, but alas, time management was never your strong suit. Only ten minutes, though. *Sir shouldn’t punish me too badly for that…* you hope. Being glad that you weren’t meeting in public in this outfit, you ring the doorbell.
A few minutes pass. You start to feel cold. Finally, the door opens… and there’s Sir. In a tee-shirt and jeans. *Fucker*, you mouth to yourself. *Making me dress up when he’s wearing that?* The anger quickly passes as he takes you into his warm arms, and opens his mouth to yours in a passionate kiss. His hand glides down from your neck slowly to your ass, as he pushes you to the wall. He breaks the kiss, and nips hard at your neck with his teeth before raising his mouth to your ear, “Naughty girl. You’re late.” He slaps your ass hard and pulls away. “I’ll punish you for that. But later. You do look fantastic though, you know.”
You can’t help but blush at his compliment. “Good you see you too,” you snidely remark as he leads you inside.
The bedroom is dimly lit, with about a half dozen candles slowly burning a delightful scent into the room. The bed sits loomingly in the middle of the room, navy on black. You sit down at the edge of the bed as Sir offers you a glass of wine.
The anticipation is killing you. The heat between your thighs is burning, as little drips make their way down to the soft comforter of the bed. “So, this game. Do tell.” It doesn’t come off as confidently as you hoped.
Sir sits next to you, sipping on his wine. “One hour,” he declares. “The name of the game is seduction.” He grabs hold of the nylon rope next to the bed. “You’ll be tied up like a good little girl for Sir. There on the bed. Hands to each side, and spread eagle, with your thighs tied to your calves.”
*Fuck. Yeah, as if that’s not a self-conscious position or anything…* you think to yourself. “1 hour, huh? That’s a long time to be tied up like that.” Nervously, you sip your wine deeply.
“That’s right. One hour. One hour of Sir using you. Pleasuring you. Teasing you. But not fucking you… no, not fucking you,” he says, as his hand rubs your back soothingly. “I will be doing everything in my power to turn you on, to pleasure you, and make you cum. And it will take everything in my power not to fuck you.” His eyes pierce yours with intense desire.
“If my cock enters you before an hour has passed, I will have to fuck you. As hard, and as quick as I can, until you’re absolutely leaking with my cum.”
His words aren’t doing your pantiless situation any favors. *His comforter is probably ruined.* “So, that would mean I win… right? And what do I get out of this if I win?”
Sir smiles, and gives you a sly wink. “If I can hold out for an hour. I win. And if I win, your ass is mine to fuck.” His confidence seems to drop slightly after this. “If you win… you get the same.”
*What…* You think. “You mean… like, a strap-on?”
“Yep. Get me to give in and fuck you before an hour is up, and you can fuck me in the ass.”
*Alright, NOW the stakes are interesting*, you admit to yourself. “Deal. When do we start?”
“Just as soon as you’re tied up.” Your Sir gets up and sets aside the wine. He brushes your hair aside with a gentle hand, and gives you a deep kiss as he begins to unbutton your blouse. It’s not long before it’s thrown aside, and your skirt is falling into a bundle at the floor. His shirt is quick to follow. Standing back a moment, he gazes down at your body. “Wow. You really have out-done yourself. You’re absolutely gorgeous, that lingerie belongs on you all the time,” he exclaims, as he kicks off his jeans.
You can see the outline of his cock bulging against his black boxer-briefs. The flush is never leaving your face now. With the two of you mostly undressed, Sir grabs hold of you for another kiss before throwing you down onto the bed, and climbing over you. He yanks your arm to the corner of the bed roughly, as he gathers up some rope to tie it to the frame. You squirm feverishly, and attempt to kick him off, but it’s a vain gesture, and only a token resistance. You want this.
Your other arm is tied to the opposite edge in no time. He stops for a moment to gaze into your eyes. If you bit your lip any harder, you’re sure it’d come right off. He folds up your calf to your thigh, and begins tying a series of knots, loose enough for breathing room but tight enough to keep the blood flow hot. It doesn’t take along until you’re completely restrained to the bed.
Proud of his work, your Sir stands back to admire your position. “Picture of perfection” He grabs his phone to snap a few pictures. *Oh god*, you think, overwhelmed with embarrassment. Your pussy and asshole on full display, spread wide for his pleasure and soaping wet. *Just fuck me already*, you wish. After a few choice pictures, he sets the phones aside. “Alright. It’s set for an hour.”
*Time to shine.* You wiggle around for a moment. *Fuck… I can’t do anything tied up like this.* You stare into his eyes, and lick your lips as you sink your ass out toward him, slouching in the bed. “Sir… Please fuck me. I need your cock. Please. I need it now,” you beg, squirming your thighs.
He smirks at your attempt, and admires the view, before proceeding to walk casually over to the nightstand by the bed. Opening the drawer, he produces a small red pouch. Inside sits a steely, adorably, decorated ass plug.
Never breaking eye-contact, he climbs over the bed on top of you. His mouth moves towards yours and you move to meet his, but he darts upward to kiss your forehead instead.
Slowly, he inches his way down, kissing your face. Stopping to nibble delicately on your ear and neck, he eventually moves his mouth to yours. Your mouth opens vigorously against his as you make out. Sliding your lips along his, you occasionally slip your tongue against his. He sneaks your lower lip into a gentle bite. You counter with by wrestling with his upper lip.
Frustratingly, he breaks the kiss. He quickly pecks your nose, before winking and beginning a trail of kisses down your body. You sigh and moan in pleasure as his hand drifts to your breast, gently kneading it in his hand. His kisses lead to your nipple; taking into his mouth he starts sucking and biting and teasing your nipple.
Your Sir alternates breasts now, taking the other in his mouth as his hand expertly massages and tweaks your tit. Realizing you shouldn’t be holding back your moans, you begin to let loose in ecstasy. *Must make him fuck me. Need his cock…*
After seemingly an eternity, Sir departs your breasts, continuing to kiss his way down your stomach. Taking a moment to kiss your belly button, he glances back up to you. *Those damn blue eyes*, you shutter, as girly cum drips from your entrance.
He drops back down and begins to kiss along your thighs. “Yes, please lick my pussy sir. Please. My cunt needs it,” you cry out. “No,” he growls, glaring you down. His face lowers, as Sir’s tongue laps up the wetness your pussy had dripped down over your asshole. *Oh fuck,* is all you can think, as he begins to lathe your hole with his mouth, his hands wrapping tight around your thighs. As your ass is eaten, it’s all you can do to keep from squirming and moaning and groaning.
“God, oh fuck. Yes!” you cry out.
It doesn’t take long until you’re writhing around like a rag-doll, succumbing to your master. Just short of cumming, he finally lets up long enough for you to take a deep breath.
You try to piece together a strategy in your brief reprieve, but it doesn’t last long. His hand rises up, revealing the butt plug he had produced earlier. “Fuck, I forgot about that,” you moan out-loud, as he spurts a dollop of lube against your asshole.
You inhale sharply as the cold metal of the plug comes into contact with you. Taking a deep breath, you relax as Sir gently works the plug into you. As your asshole stretches, you grimace in pain, until suddenly the pain becomes pleasure. Sweet, sweet, ass penetrating pleasure. The plug slips in deep, as your hole closes in around its stem. “Oooouffghhhfuck,” messily escapes your mouth as you’re engulfed in bliss by the plug.
Sir teasingly rotates the plug around, eliciting sharp ecstatic moans from your mouth. “Good girl. Got it in on the first attempt,” he lovingly whispers into your ear, before engaging in another deep kiss. Your mind is a race with emotion and sex, and completely lacking any literacy at this point. Your juices are dripping down between your thighs, all over the shiny plug that’s taken up residency in your ass.
Ripping your mouth away from his, you practically scream “What are you waiting for? Goddamn fuck me already!” Your groin angling itself up against the bulge of his still clothed cock. “Be patient,” he scolds, slapping your ass as well as he can reach it.
He stands himself up on his knees then, and begins to lower his underwear. His cock quickly frees itself. Long… Hard… Uncut, and curving hard to the left. Only a thin strip of pubic hair reaching down from this belly button to the base of his cock. He throws his underwear aside, and positions himself up close against you. His breath warms your neck, as your tits rub into his chest. His cock brushes up against your clit, making you groan with desire.
“You want this cock?” he asks. “God, fucking yes!” you scream into his ear. “I don’t believe you?” he continues. “Uggghnn, fuck me please!” you scream into his ear. He grabs hold of his cock and rubs it along your entrance… he begins to circle your outer lips, pausing near the top to pressure your clit. The head briefly slides past your entrance… but then pulls away. “Noooo…” you pout.
Sir then grabs hold of your hair and gives you yet another quick deep kiss. “This is the hole I’m after,” he whispers into your mouth. He stands up on his knees and shoves his cock deep into your mouth. You can’t help but immediately begin swirling your tongue along the head, sucking his shaft deeply. *So good…* you think to yourself, as you bob back and forth. In short time, Sir grabs hold of your head with his other hand. *No control now…* you think, as he begins to fuck your face fiercely, yet delicately.
Stopping after a moment, he seems puzzled. “Well… I suppose I should wreck all of your holes at once, shouldn’t I?” he asks rhetorically. Jumping aside, he reaches into the nightstand to pull out the thick dildo he had photographed earlier. “This should do,” he says, as he begins to tease your cunt with it.
“No… Please. No fake dick. I need real dick. I need your dick,” you plead. *No dice.* The toy begins to push into you, slowly at first, before quickly filling you up. If you had difficulty not squirming before, you were in trouble now. Writhing deeply with both your pussy and ass plugged up, you don’t even get a moment to try and seduce Sir before his cock pushes its way past your tongue and slips into your throat.
Gagging and moaning uncontrollably, you can’t help but cum ferociously as Sir wrecks all your holes. Unexpectedly, Sir pauses. As you begin to collect yourself, you see him raising up his phone to your face. His dick still deep in your mouth, he snaps a few photos. “Uggughghghgh” you incomprehensibly mumble. He slides out of you to snap a few shots of your plugged up ass and thoroughly dildo’d cunt. And then… sweet solace. The unmistakable sound of a ring tone, signalling the end of an alarm. “Fuck, I lost,” you solemnly eek out.
Sir wastes no time. In the blaze of a second the phone is strewn aside. He grabs hold of the dildo, twisting in a circle within your pussy for some extra shock pleasure before dragging the ridge of it along the bottom of your entrance, exiting it. He throws it aside, and meeting his lips to yours. His cock swiftly meets your other lips, as it nudges softly against them. He teases you with it, rubbing it along your clit. “Beg me,” he growls into your ear.
“I need your cock. Please. Please fuck me, Sir,” you whimper back at him.
Sir’s voice is a guttural cry. “Good girl.” he growls.
Finally, his cock enters you. So good. So hot, so tight. So filling. It glides past your lips, and his curve bends around inside you, feeling so full. Sliding out of you, you moan and scream and desperately try to wrap your legs around his lovely man ass, but to no avail. He has you, locked in his grasp. His hand rubs and tweaks your nipple, the other massages the plug buried in your ass, as your feel thrust after thrust of his massive cock.
Sweat drenches the both of you, as he continues to fuck you with primal urgency. You begin to cum, once… twice… thrice… Until finally, you begin to feel the tell-tale signs.
His cock grows ever harder. Thicker. Bigger. His pace quickens, and you both begin to groan violently with pleasure. You can feel the explosion of cum deep inside your pussy, triggering your own orgasm yet again. Waves and waves of it, overcoming your mind as his cock continues to fill you up with his seed. Your ass throbbing and massaged by Sir’s plug.
Breathing deeply, Sir lets out a strained “I won”. Equally strained, you moan.
“Next time, you’re the one getting tied up,” you eek out.
The End. (Alternate Ending maybe coming soon).
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6dy8pe/a_little_bdsm_oriented_game