Warning: It’s been some time since this happened so some of the details are quite fuzzy and I may have some inconsistencies in this story! Also it’s quite long before we get to any sexy bits so skip to the ****** for kinky part, but I highly recommend reading the background.
This happened when I was 21 [M] and it happened with me and one of my closest friend, Mary, while growing up, my neighbor who was 20 [F] at the time. I used to study in a college town few hours away from my hometown and therefore lived at the campus, I would still visit my folks every month or so for a long weekend. Mary studied in a local college and therefore stayed with her parents at home to save some money for her further education. She was a textbook cute girl next door. And since we knew each other from when we were in kindergarten I had never noticed her.
She would ask me every few days when my next visit back to the home was, and I never thought any more of those questions than her looking forward to our hikes and hangouts in the town. She also liked some candies which I would bring her back from my university town. They were a bit naughty, as in laced with some dextrose or something similar and she enjoyed them while studying. On one such visit home, the shopkeeper messed up the order, and I accidentally bought some funny candies, it’s my guess that it was were but I didn’t know it at that time. Mary being goody two shoes, had never even tried weed. And that’s where the problem started.
We would often hang out in my room after dark playing some kind of board game, and there would often be bets on the outcome of the game. That might we were playing a cards game, and she was having first of the many candies which I had brought home. We were both full from the delicious dinner my mother cooked for all of us, and I had borrowed couple of beers from dad’s fridge so we were set for the night. This Cards game, as expected, got way out of hands competitive and at one point the pot had crossed 150€ she said she cannot raise the pot as she already owed me a lot from previous games (not that I would ever take her money, so we kept a running tab) so she suggested that she will throw in a number of a girl I had a huge crush on, if I win she will introduce me to her. Now, I had no chance but to win, and I did. I was jumping up and down with joy, and then suddenly she got up, upset with something, I didn’t understand at the time, and said I’ve to go, early morning.
I was confused as it was only shortly past 10, and tomorrow was Sunday. We always stayed up until 2 a.m. or so, and often she slept in one of our guest rooms and left after breakfast in the morning.
“What’s the matter, Mary?” I asked her and she didn’t answer. I said “let’s play few more hands and we can play without any bets if You’re out of money.”
She hesitated, and said “no point playing without any bets!”
“what can we do then?” I asked.
“let’s bet our jackets on next round” she suggested
I said no way, as my jacket was a nice North Face one compared to her from H&M. Besides she often borrowed my jacket as she could use them as a second jacket but I had no use for jacket.
“Let’s play we will decide what’s the water afterwards.” She said, and I replied “Nope”
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She said “ok then, fair warning I say we can play strip bets on this game”.
Suddenly, I turned a bit red, and I noticed that she wasn’t just the friend I had known my whole life but a very pretty girl. I asked her, “why would you do that?”
“It’s because I want to run away with your jacket and t-shirt, dummy” she replied.
“Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool”, I channeled my inner Jake Peralta. I split the deck and dealt the cards.
Now in all this time she had moved her place, so that her back was facing a big mirror on my wall, and I could easily make out what her cards were. Needless to say, she was soon out of her both shoes, both socks, jacket and her armband / bracelet. And, now we were getting serious, no banter and no jokes, she played as if her life depended on it, and in a way it did. I’m good, but even she knew I won’t win 7 rounds on a trot unless I was cheating (which I was) so I lost next two rounds and my socks with it. I paused before dealing next and asked her if she wants to continue, because if she lost it was her top next, and she asked me, how am I sure it was this round. I said I’ve a gut feeling! And boy I was right, or the mirror did its job, and she was sitting in my room on her bra and her skirt, and I was getting positively distracted.
She had an absolute perfect figure, from years of swimming and running. Later I learned she was 32C, but she looked angelic in that moment. Sure as expected she lost her skirt next round, and she asked if we could stop. I don’t know what came over me, but I taunted her that I’ll not rest until she’s without a single piece of cloth. And then suddenly she smiled, looked back at the mirror and unhooked her bra. I was like a deer caught in the headlights, my jaw on the floor, with an awkward boner, and suddenly forgetting to breathe. She got up on her knees, looked at me, turned around And let her bra drop to the floor.
I was still sitting looking at her perfect breasts looking back at me in the mirror, then she walked away opened my closet. I wasn’t thinking straight, she went straight to the top of the closet and moved my books to reach beyond. I knew what was there, but how did she? How did she know I kept the toys there? A pair of handcuffs, blind fold, a ball gag and pair of nipple clamps. Things which I had bought my ex-gf, but never had a chance to use them. No one but I knew of their existence. I had bought them, from an off the route sex store, in cash and hidden them as soon as I got home few months ago. I don’t know how long was I out thinking.
Then, I heard a soft click sound, there she was. Her hands behind her back with a cuff on one hand, a gag in her mouth, blindfold hanging around her neck, and kneeling on her knees. She looked at me in the mirror and asked, is this what you meant beepprick?
Think. Words. Speak. Yes. No. Yes. How? When? What? Mouth. Must. Speak.
I was still sitting, looking at her reflection smiling back at me in the mirror and trying to think how does one exactly speak with words?
So there I was sitting on my bed with a confused mind, in fact, my brain was screaming for more bloodflow to process whatever was going on here, but unfortunately it was all elsewhere, in an equally confused boner. Was I turned on just because I was seeing a naked girl, or was it because it was a girl I had fantasized about on and off in my teenage years. I mean, I’m definitely not the only guy who has ever fantasized about my teenager best friend and girl I saw everyday blossoming (I know it sounds cheesy, but bear with me) in front of my eyes. There was Mary, on her knees with one of her wrists firmly in the cuff and other one daring me to put in another one.
I asked, “ummm, Maer what’s going on?”, she just chuckled and giggled, “you cannot be that dumbo, dum dum”
“I know what this is, but are you sure?”, I retorted quickly.
“More than ever beepprick, now shut your damn mouth unless it’s for kissing me, am I clear?”
“Ummmm” I was still processing, followed by a long 5 second pause.
“It wasn’t a question, if you don’t move right away, then I’m putting my clothes back on and walking out of here”
I swiftly moved and locked my door, and pocketed the key while asking, “oh yeah? Let me see you try”, I also threw her clothes down the laundry chute from my room. Before she could process that I swiftly locked second cuff on her other wrist.
“What the fuck did you just do, beepprick? How am I ever leaving this room now?” She was clearly panicking. What she didn’t know was that the laundry chute from my room didn’t lead to the basement laundry room any more, it just went in a laundry bin just under the opening.
“When did I say that I want you to leave, Miss Mary” I was slowly realizing the power I held over this ridiculously sexy and almost naked girl. But before I could proceed any further I wanted my answers. How did she know?
I asked her to get up and then kneel again on the pillow I had put down in front of her, while keeping her eyes on me. I pulled a chair, and sat down behind her such that she had to look up in the mirror to see me, and I had a spectacular view of her pert breasts. I dimmed the lights in my room while leaving the lights on the mirror on, so she couldn’t see me so well but she was still clearly visible to me. She laughed and understood what’s going on, “are you going to interrogate me now, beepprick?”
“I will do the asking job from now on, refer to me as Sir and not by my name, am I clear, Mary?” I said in my slow whisper like voice.
For the first time I saw her a shadow of fear or respect in her eyes, “Yes, sir!” She replied promptly.
“First of all, how long have you known about the toys, and how did you find it out?”
“I have known since 5 months ago, when you bought something and kept it in that secret compartment of your closet, I was helping my brother set up my telescope for his highschoool astronomy project in his room”
She paused briefly to gather some courage it seems, “go on”, I prompted her
“It was a cloudy night so I wanted somewhere to adjust the aperture and other settings on my digital camera so I can help my brother set it up with the telescope, so I aimed randomly at your home, I didn’t know you would be in your room, but then I saw you putting something in your closet, I zoomed in and I was shocked to see the contents but I couldn’t gather any courage to ask you about it, soon after you broke up with Your ex and then didn’t come home for 3 months, meanwhile I forgot about it”
“And . . .?”, I inquired
“What and?, that’s about it” she replied avoiding my gaze
“I know you Mary, well enough to know you’re not telling me entire truth, if you forgot about it how come you remembered it all of a sudden?”
“No that’s about it, honest” she persisted
I got up, got around her, and opened my closet once again to pick up two more things, either she didn’t know about them or didn’t bother picking them up, when I turned she saw a butt plug with a blue stone on end in my one hand and a riding crop or a flog in my other hand. She suddenly gasped very loudly, and now her breathing was clearly audible even over the background music of John Denver playing on my stereo. It didn’t seem too intrusive so I hadn’t turned it off. One other thing she didn’t know was, when we renovated the house, I had added way more acoustic insulation to my room than appropriate, as I often used it to record my podcast about automotive technology and its evolution in racing.
She was surely breathing very loud and when I touched her neck she jumped a bit before settling down, she asked me, “What are you doing, beepprick? Sorry I meant Sir”
I didn’t answer her, but moved to keep the things in my hand next to her while moving around to blind fold her completely. I asked her if she could see my fingers and she said no in very shaky voice. If I were a virgin I would have thought she’s scared but I knew well enough to know she was horny beyond her own belief. I asked her,
“Lier lier”,
“Pants on fire”, she replied within a flag And less than a second later yelped as she felt the palm of my hand squarely making contact with her bubble butt. I didn’t stop till I had spanked her five times not too hard but firmly.
“Keep lying and this will continue Mary, it’s your choice”
“I’m sorry sir, but I am too ashamed to say what else I have done”
Within 10 minutes of her unclasping her bra, our almost 15 years of friendship had changed completely. I asked her calmly, “what have you done Mary?”
“I’m sorry sir but I’m afraid that you will not like it”
I waited silently for a minute, “Sir, please don’t get mad, I’ll speak but please don’t stop talking to me” she knew me too well, How I became quiet when angry and thinking, but this was different, I was confused, horny and quite happy to be in my shoes at the moment. And looking at a small droplet running down on her thigh from beyond her thong, it seemed so was she! And what was that sound? Was she trying to stifle her moan, she was surely biting down on her lip, that was when I realized I was caressing her lower back and butt without realizing . . .
To be continued, or not. Again depends on your reactions!
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l2t5z9/an_example_of_obedience_1_mf_domination