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

It was only the second time we’d gone out and I was already convinced Carla was something serious. Friendly, smart, and with a mouth that seemed to bite itself 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 something was about to change between us.

We had planned to go for a walk through the city center, but the sky suddenly split open and it started pouring rain with no sign of letting up. 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 that’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 game. The problem was agreeing on one: she wanted cards, I wanted anything else. Then I came up with an idea.

—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, we play. No complaining.

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

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

—Go on, be the innocent hand.

Carla stuck her hand in, shuffled the slips around with a mischievous little-girl expression, and pulled one out. From the fold I knew right away it was one of mine.

—The chosen one is… —she said, dragging out the suspense— Punishments!

—And what’s that? What a name.

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

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

—Very tame at first. Then they get spicier and spicier.

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

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

—We both start with twenty points —I explained—. You go 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 me a garment, buy one back for yourself, or buy a favor. Anything else?

—No, I’m fine like this.

—My turn, then.

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

—Way too easy. Your inseparable Noelia.

—Of course, as if half the world didn’t know already.

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

—So that’s how we’re starting —she said, slowly slipping them off, never taking her eyes off me.

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

She did it smiling, full of confidence. But the smile vanished when, once the challenge was validated, the screen spat out something else.

“Surprise. Time to undress: 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 calculated slowness until she was left in her bra, a garment that barely contained a pair of breasts far more generous than her clothes suggested. She bought the blouse back immediately, with thirty-five points, and got dressed again in a hurry. It was clear she intended 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 swept her hair aside. She had a perfect little ear, 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. I ran my tongue down her neck, licked it all the way, and watched goose bumps rise to her shoulders. Her breathing came in broken little bursts.

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

—And I’m buying your blouse again. You can take it off now.

—Again?

Once more she was down to her bra, and this time she took a little longer to cover herself back up.

***

The game kept on, alternating silly questions with increasingly daring surprises. Carla missed a tumble 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 too much already —she murmured.

—That’s what the rules call for.

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

—Wait. I’ll unbutton them myself.

She undid the button and lowered the zipper so I could finish taking off her very tight jeans. White cotton panties appeared, so thin you could make out the shape of her pussy and the crack of her ass when she turned to put the pants on the chair. 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. My turn will come.

***

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

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

—What did you just say? —her face flushed instantly.

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

One challenge forced me to rub my crotch over my pants for a minute, and I made no attempt to hide the fact that my dick was already hard as a rock, straining beneath the denim. Carla never took her eyes off me, biting her lip, while I moved my palm up and down, pressing the bulge so she could see it clearly. Another challenge ordered her to dance.

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

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

—Come on. I’ve heard you dance really well.

She started out in just her panties, swaying shyly. But something in her let go halfway through the dance: she reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and let it fall to the floor. Her tits were left uncovered, round, white, with pink nipples already hard. She lifted her arms, gathered her hair up, and her movements turned slow, deliberate, almost cruel in how good they were. She ran her hands over her stomach, squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples for me. Then she turned around and showed me her ass, rocking it slowly, lowering her panties a finger’s width and pulling them back up again. I stayed rooted to the sofa, not blinking, my cock throbbing in my pants, while her hips drew circles in the air. Those three minutes felt like ten seconds to me.

***

—Your turn —she panted, covering up again.

“Surprise: Carla, your breasts will be two snow-covered mountains. Let your partner put cream on them and play snowplow with his tongue.”

—Well —was all 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 in cream, two pink peaks sunk into the white foam, and knelt down to start with the right one. I took my time: I ran my tongue flat from base to tip, licking slowly, then sucked the whole nipple into my mouth, nibbled it, pulled on it with my lips until it grew even harder. I switched to the left and repeated it, but this time I filled my mouth with her whole breast, sucking hard, leaving trails of saliva and cream all over her chest. When I bit her nipple a little harder, a low, rough moan escaped her, one she couldn’t hide. I saw her clench her thighs, saw her hand moving over her pubis through the panties.

—That’s enough —she said, sitting up with flushed cheeks and a shaky voice.

***

From that point on, the balance broke. One surprise gave me permission to tie her up, and I didn’t waste the opportunity.

“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 breast or her pussy. She chose her pussy. 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 closed the trap.

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

—No, please, not that —she begged.

—Relax. You’re going to look beautiful.

—Beautiful? I’m going to have everything out on display!

She herself held out her free hand, and in doing so stopped covering herself. I positioned her leg properly. With her knees spread all the way apart, nothing prevented me from looking at her pussy: the dark hair, carefully trimmed, tracing a line over her swollen lips already shining with wetness. You could see everything: the inner lips peeking out from between the outer ones, the clit outlined under the hood, even the tight little ring of her ass. I helped her recline better against the backrest, partly for comfort, partly to have her exactly the way I wanted her. She was red all the way up to her ears.

***

She got an impossible challenge —free yourself in two minutes— and struggled in vain while I enjoyed the show. Every time she pulled at the restraints, her breasts bounced and her pussy opened a little more before my eyes. When she gave up, she bared her claws.

—Wait. With the points I’ve got left, I buy your underwear. I may be tied up and helpless here, but I want you just as exposed.

Her vindictive streak was coming out, and I liked that even more. I yanked off my boxer briefs and my cock sprang free, hard, stiff, pointing at the ceiling, the tip already shining with fluid. She opened her mouth without meaning to, swallowing, never taking her eyes off my dick.

—Fuck —she murmured—. You’ve got a huge one.

—Now you’re talking. My turn.

I bought a favor with sixty points, and the machine was 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 in a low voice.

Before untying her I wanted to collect on that. I knelt between her open legs and laid my open hand over her pussy. She jolted. I caressed her first from the outside, slowly, with my whole palm, feeling the heat gush up between her thighs. I parted her lips with two fingers and ran the pad of my middle finger along her slit, from top to bottom, from clit to hole and back again. She was soaked, really soaked, dripping onto the sofa. I shoved one finger in all at once and she arched her back, moaning softly, tugging at the makeshift shackles without really wanting to break free. I added a second finger and started fucking her pussy with my hand, in and out slowly, making wet slapping sounds, while with my thumb I rubbed her clit in small circles.

—Ah… ah, Marcos… not like that, not like that… I can’t…

—Shh. Hold on. There are still four minutes left.

I moved up to her tits without taking my hand out of her cunt. I kneaded them calmly, squeezed them, pressed them together so I could suck both nipples at once, nibbling them until she cried out. Her nipples grew between my fingers, hard as stones, while she clamped her thighs around my hand without meaning to, fucking herself on my fingers. I went back down, pulled my fingers out shining with her juices, and brought them to her mouth.

—Suck them. Suck them properly.

She opened her lips and sucked both my fingers all the way in, tasting herself, staring straight at me through half-lidded eyes. I dropped my hand again and drove my fingers back into her pussy, this time three of them, fucking her faster, while I bent down and ran my tongue over her clit. I licked it, sucked it, trapped it between my lips and pulled on it gently, and she began to tremble all over, her breathing shattered, clenching her ass.

—Marcos, stop… stop or I’m gonna come… Marcos, fuck…

I made her come on my face. I pushed my fingers deep, sucked her clit hard, and felt her whole cunt contracting around my fingers, a hot spurt soaking my hand and chin. She came with a hoarse cry, arching her back, tugging at the restraints, her nipples pointed at the ceiling. When the spasms started to ease, I slowly withdrew my fingers, shining with her juices, and ran them over her lips again.

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

***

Freed, she went back to her modest pose, legs together. But she no longer bothered to cover her breasts, which she now displayed with her nipples still stiff and her lips glistening. The next surprise was the most devastating one.

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

—But how is that even possible? No, it can’t be.

—You don’t have enough points to stop it. Lie down, I’m going to get what I need.

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

—Just a little bit, okay? Trim it, that’s all.

—Lie down and let me do it.

I laid her back on the sofa, legs open and knees bent, her pussy still red and throbbing from the previous orgasm. I soaped her carefully, running my fingers all over her vulva, parting her lips to reach every fold properly. She closed her eyes, biting her lips, and I felt little sighs escape her every time my fingertip brushed her clit. I started shaving away the hair with short, precise strokes, paying special attention to the outer lips, the mound, even the perineum, making her lift her legs so I could reach her ass properly. It took me a good while, not because it was necessary, but because having her spread like that, with her pussy a hand’s breadth from my face, was a sight I wasn’t about to rush. I ran a finger over the now-smooth skin to make sure nothing was left, and in passing I “accidentally” brushed her clit two or three times, drawing more sighs from her. When I was done, I rinsed the area with fresh water and dried it with the towel, patting gently.

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

—You look incredible. Everything’s visible. Everything.

And to prove it, I parted her lips with two fingers and ran my tongue over her freshly shaved pussy, bottom to top, finishing on the clit with a wet kiss. She shuddered, biting her fist.

***

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

“Favor: you can complain all you want while your partner handcuffs your hands behind your back and puts the gag on you.”

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

—I’m begging you —she insisted while I crossed her wrists behind her back and closed the cuffs.

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

—Mmmh, mmmh.

—Silent and tied up like that, you look fucking incredible —I said, taking in her whole body. Her naked, exposed, helpless body, with her freshly shaved pussy still gleaming with saliva, was the most arousing image I could remember.

I gently pushed her until she was on her knees in front of me. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she couldn’t do anything but look at me, her mouth forced open by the rubber ball and a string of spit running down her chin. I brought my cock close to her face, ran it over her cheeks, over her forehead, over the lips occupied by the gag. She tried to suck it and couldn’t, and that helplessness was plain in her shining eyes.

—Not your turn now —I told her, gripping my cock with my hand—. Watch.

I started jerking off in front of her, unhurriedly, squeezing from the base to the tip. With my other hand I grabbed her hair and kept her face pressed against my cock, so she could feel the heat, so she could see it grow even more. I rested my balls on her chin, the tip on her forehead, and kept stroking while she moaned into the gag, tugging at the cuffs, her nipples so hard they looked like nails.

—You’re going to swallow it all when I take the gag off. Understand?

—Mmmh, mmmh —she nodded, closing her eyes.

I took off the cuffs first, and as soon as she felt her hands free she grabbed onto my thighs, not waiting for the gag to come off. She pressed herself against my stomach, rubbing her tits over my legs, desperate. I unclipped the rubber ball and pulled it from her mouth, and before she could say anything she was already swallowing my cock whole, to the hilt, her eyes watery and her throat tight.

—Fuck, Carla…

She sucked me with hunger, both hands on my ass pushing me against her face, only pulling back to lick my balls, to run her tongue all over my dick, to take it back to the hilt again. Every time she gagged, a line of spit dripped onto her breasts and she spread it around with her hand, shining, never stopping sucking. I grabbed her hair with both hands and started fucking her mouth at my rhythm, driving her head against my stomach. She didn’t resist; quite the opposite: she opened her eyes wider, her throat wider, swallowing me whole.

—Come here. To the sofa. Now.

I laid her on her back on the sofa, shoved her legs apart, and buried myself between them. I took my cock in my hand and rubbed it over her freshly shaved pussy, up and down, soaking it in her juices, tapping her clit with the tip. She moaned with her mouth open, arching her back, reaching for me.

—Put it in already, please, Marcos, now…

—Where? Tell me.

—In my pussy. Put it in my pussy all the way, asshole.

I shoved it in with one thrust, balls deep. She screamed, gripping the backrest, her legs spread wide open. I started fucking her slowly, so she could feel every inch, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in to the hilt. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her moans hit my face. I grabbed one leg, threw it over my shoulder, and entered her from the side, even deeper. She put her hands on her breasts, pinched her nipples, and started moving under me, meeting me halfway.

—Harder, fuck, harder…

I changed pace. I started fucking her for real, with hard, dry strokes that made her slide on the sofa. Our bodies made the sound of wet skin, her cunt was noisy with every thrust, soaked through. I grabbed her hips and turned her onto all fours on the sofa, ass pointing at me. I spread her buttocks with my thumbs and saw her pussy open, shining, dripping down her thighs, and the tight pink ring of her asshole right above it. I drove into her from behind in one thrust and she cried out into the cushions, arching her back like a cat.

—Oh God, oh God, like that… like that…

I fucked her hard, holding her by the waist, slapping her ass until her skin turned pink. With each thrust I watched her pussy swallow my cock whole, watched it come out shining with her juices, watched it clench around me. I ran my thumb over the hole of her ass, wetting it with her own juices, and she started trembling all over.

—I’m coming again, Marcos, fuck, I’m coming…

—Come, come on my cock, slut.

She came hard, shaking under my hands, her pussy squeezing my dick in spasms, biting the cushion so she wouldn’t scream. I held out as long as I could, balls tight, until I couldn’t anymore. I pulled out with a jerk, knelt over her back, and aimed at her face. I turned her by the hair so she’d look at me, stroked myself hard twice, and came in streams: I soaked her face, her breasts, her open lips, her hair. She stuck out her tongue, caught what she could, ran her fingers over her tits smeared with my cum, and sucked them while staring straight at me.

We stayed like that for a while, panting, sweaty, sticky. I ran my thumb over her lower lip, wiping away a strand of cum, and put it in her mouth. She sucked it slowly, eyes closed.

When I finally let go of her hair and collapsed beside her, her cheeks were damp and her voice was rough.

—You’re a demon —she murmured, rubbing her wrists where the cuffs had marked them, but not moving even an inch away. She curled up against me, one open hand on my chest, still stained.

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

She looked at me, still naked, with my cum drying on her skin and a smile that was anything but innocent.

—Who knows… Right now what I need is to get myself back together a little. But don’t get cocky: next date I set the rules. And I swear you’re going to end up worse off than I did.