The Strip-Game That Left Her Tied Up and at My Mercy

It was only our second time going out, and I was already convinced Carla was something serious. Friendly, smart, and with a mouth that kept biting its own lip when she was thinking. For some reason I still didn’t understand, she seemed to like me too, and that afternoon I had the feeling that something between us was about to change.

We had arranged to walk around downtown, but the sky suddenly split open and a relentless rain began to fall. My place was four blocks away, so I didn’t think twice.

—Before we drown —I said—, want to come up and dry off?

—As long as it’s not some cheap excuse —she replied, already soaked and laughing.

After a while of talking and two coffees, we wanted to kill the afternoon with some kind of game. The problem was agreeing on one: she wanted cards, I wanted anything else. Then I came up with something.

—Let’s do this. Each of us writes the name of two games on separate slips of paper. We fold them, put them in a bag, and draw one at random. Whatever comes out, that’s what we play. No complaining.

—I like it. Sounds fair —she said, already looking for a pen.

We folded the four slips carefully so nothing could show through, and I dropped them into a cloth bag. I held it out to her.

—Go on, be the innocent hand.

Carla put her hand in, stirred the papers around with a mischievous little-girl look, and drew one. From the fold I knew at once it was one of mine.

—The chosen one is… —she said, drawing out the suspense— Penitencias!

—And what’s that? What a name.

—A computer game. The idea is to rack up points by doing challenges and, above all, having fun.

—And the challenges are… of what kind? —she asked, narrowing her eyes.

—Very mild at first. Then they get progressively hotter.

—You’re shameless. But I’ll play. I’m still going to beat you.

I went to get the laptop and a box with some of the “accessories” the game usually called for. I turned on the screen and launched the program. The first thing it asked for were our names and the five items of clothing each of us was wearing.

—We both start with twenty points —I explained—. Your turn first.

***

“Activity: Carla, name three films starring Penélope Cruz and you’ll win twenty points.”

—Easy. Volver, Vicky Cristina Barcelona, and… Jamón, Jamón —she blurted out triumphantly.

—Forty points for you. You can buy a garment from me, buy back one of your own, or buy a favor. Anything else?

—No, I’m good like this.

—My turn, then.

“Activity: Marcos, name your partner’s best friend and you’ll win twenty points.”

—Too easy. Your inseparable Noelia.

—Yeah, like half the world doesn’t already know that.

—Forty for me. And while I’m at it, I’ll spend twenty to buy your sneakers. By taking them off you.

—So we’re starting with that, huh —she said, slowly slipping them off without taking her eyes off me.

“Activity: Carla, stand on one leg for one minute and you’ll win ten points.”

She did it smiling, confident. But the smile vanished when, as soon as the challenge was validated, the screen spat out something else.

“Surprise. Time to get undressed: Marcos, take your partner’s blouse off.”

—No way! —she protested.

—Arms up. Rules are rules.

—But no touching, okay?

I lifted her blouse with deliberate slowness until she was left in her bra, a garment that barely contained breasts fuller than her clothes made them seem. She bought the blouse back immediately, with thirty-five points, and dressed again in a hurry. One thing was clear: she was planning to play defense.

***

“Activity: Marcos, name three Leonardo DiCaprio films and you’ll win twenty points.”

—Titanic, The Revenant, and The Wolf of Wall Street —I rattled off.

“Surprise: Marcos, gently nibble your partner’s earlobes.”

I leaned in and brushed her hair aside. She had a perfect ear, small, with a tiny earring. I started with the left lobe, slowly, barely grazing it with my teeth, and felt her hold her breath for a second before laughing.

—You’re filthy, you’ve got my neck all wet —she said, though she didn’t pull away completely.

—And on top of that I’m buying your blouse back. You can take it off again.

—Again?

Once more she ended up in her bra, and this time she took a little longer to cover herself again.

***

The game kept going, alternating stupid questions with increasingly daring surprises. Carla failed at a somersault she didn’t know how to do, and the machine left her without enough points to get dressed.

“Marcos, take your partner’s jeans off.”

—This is getting too much —she muttered.

—It’s what the game calls for.

I knelt in front of her. My face was level with her navel, and when I put my hands at her waist she stopped me cold.

—Wait. I’ll unbutton them myself.

She undid the button and pulled the zipper down so I could finish taking off a pair of very tight jeans. White panties appeared, and she covered them at once with her hands.

—That’s not fair. I’m in my underwear and you haven’t taken anything off yet.

—Patience. Your turn will come.

***

The match turned into a war of strategy. I kept piling up points with every right answer and spending them on stripping her; she burned hers buying back what she lost. But the luck of the surprises started tipping my way.

“Surprise: Carla, the next time you go out with your partner you must wear a skirt… but nothing underneath.”

—What did you say? —she blushed instantly.

—That’s not for right now. Relax —I said, amused by her expression.

One challenge forced me to rub my crotch over my trousers for a minute, and I could plainly see my body had been reacting to all of this for a while. Another ordered her to dance.

“Favor: Carla, dance for your partner, moving your hips in circles, slowly, for three minutes.”

—Please… I don’t know if I can —she hesitated.

—Come on. I’ve been told you dance very well.

She started out in just her panties, swaying shyly. But something inside her loosened halfway through the dance: she lifted her arms, her breasts came bare, and the movement became slow, deliberate, almost cruel in how good it was. I stayed rooted to the sofa, not blinking, while her hips drew circles in the air. The three minutes felt like ten seconds to me.

***

—Your turn —she gasped, covering herself again.

“Surprise: Carla, your breasts will be two snow-capped mountains. Let your partner cover them in whipped cream and act as a snowplow with his tongue.”

—Well —was the only thing she managed to say.

I practically ran to the kitchen for the whipped cream. When I came back, I found her reclined on the sofa, one hand over her pussy, her breasts waiting. I covered her nipples with cream, two pink peaks, and knelt to start on the right one. I didn’t rush at all: I moved from the base to the tip, licking slowly, and when I reached the left nipple she let out a low sound she couldn’t quite hide.

—That’s enough —she said, sitting up with burning cheeks.

***

After that, the balance broke. One surprise gave me permission to tie her up, and I didn’t waste the chance.

“Surprise: Marcos, tie your partner’s right wrist to her right ankle.”

—Oh, come on, no! —she protested, but I was already holding her arm.

I tied her wrist and then folded her leg back to join it to her ankle. In that position she couldn’t keep her knees together, and her other hand had to choose between covering her chest or her sex. She chose her sex. I stepped back a few paces to admire my work: uncomfortable, blushing, and absolutely spectacular.

When it was her turn to tie my hands and she refused, things got worse for her. The next surprise sealed the trap.

“Surprise: Marcos, now tie the other wrist to the other ankle. This leaves her completely exposed and defenseless.”

—No, please, not that —she begged.

—Relax. You’re going to look gorgeous.

—Gorgeous? I’m going to end up with everything out in the open!

She herself offered me her free hand, and in doing so stopped covering herself. I placed the leg into position. With her knees apart, nothing prevented me from taking in her intimacy: the dark hair, carefully trimmed, tracing a line over her lips. I helped her recline better against the backrest, partly for comfort, partly so I could have her exactly the way I wanted. She was red to the ears.

***

She drew an impossible challenge —free herself in two minutes— and struggled in vain while I enjoyed the show. When she gave up, she came out claws first.

—Wait. With the points I have left, I’ll buy your briefs. I’m the one who’s tied up and helpless here, but I want you just as exposed.

Her revenge streak was coming out, and I liked that even more. I yanked off my boxer briefs, covering myself only barely with both hands, because in the state I was in one wasn’t enough.

—Now then. My turn.

I bought a favor with sixty points, and the machine was crystal clear.

“Favor: your partner is going to take advantage of your situation. She will caress your sex and play with your breasts for five minutes while you struggle against the restraints. Then she will free you.”

—Gently, please. Be a gentleman —she asked softly.

Before freeing her, I wanted to get my own back. I laid my hand over her sex and she jolted. I caressed her first on the outside, slowly, and then slid one finger between her lips. She was wet, very wet. I looked into her eyes expecting discomfort and found something very different: half-lowered eyelids, short breaths. I moved up to her breasts, kneaded them slowly, and pinched her nipples, which stiffened between my fingers while she pressed her thighs together without meaning to.

—Your turn —I said at last, undoing the knots.

***

Freed, she returned to her modest pose, legs together. But she no longer bothered covering her breasts, which she now displayed with her nipples still erect. The next surprise was the most devastating.

“Surprise: Carla, let your partner shave your sex and leave it however he prefers.”

—How is that even possible? It can’t be.

—You don’t have enough points to avoid it. Lie down, I’m getting what I need.

I brought back a basin of warm water, soap, a razor, and a towel. She was still standing there, undecided.

—Just a little bit, okay? Just trim it.

—Lie down and let me do it.

I soaped her carefully and began removing the hair, paying special attention to the lips. I took a good while, not because it was necessary, but because being that close to her, with that view, was not something I wanted to rush. When I finished, I rinsed the area with cool water and dried her with the towel.

—You’ve left me completely smooth! Now I feel even more naked —she protested, looking down.

—You look incredible.

***

I bought one last favor, and I knew it would be the finishing touch.

“Favor: you may protest all you want while your partner handcuffs your hands behind your back and puts the gag in place.”

—No, not again, please —she said, jumping to her feet when she saw what I was taking out of the box.

—I’m begging you —she insisted as I crossed her wrists behind her back and snapped the handcuffs shut.

She couldn’t add anything else: I adjusted the gag, a rubber ball held in place by two straps behind the nape of her neck. Her protests turned into muffled sounds.

—Mmmh, mmmh.

—Like this, quiet and tied up, you’re outrageous —I said, looking her over from head to toe. Her naked body, exposed, defenseless, was the hottest thing I could remember.

She shook her head, said things the gag made unintelligible, her eyes shining with embarrassment and something else she no longer bothered to hide. I left her like that for a long while, just looking at her, letting anticipation do the work for me.

When I finally took off the gag and freed her, her cheeks were damp and her voice husky.

—You’re a demon —she murmured, rubbing her wrists, but not moving even an inch away.

—Want to do it again another day? —I asked.

She looked at me, still naked, with a smile that was anything but innocent.

—Who knows… Right now what I need is to recover a little. But don’t get cocky: next time we go out, I set the rules.