The Game 13 - Playtime

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Kay
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The Game 13 - Playtime

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Playtime

She stood in the middle of the playground her arms at her side. She wasn't tied but she was wearing a blindfold.
“Now today,” he said as he raised her her shirt over her head, “we are going to do several things at once.”
He laid the shirt beside her.
“We are going to work on your tan,” He had decided that her tan would be an all over one with no tanlines obligating her to frequently sunbathe nude. He continued unhooking her bra. Then he moved to the snap of her shorts,
“And you have your blindfold so this is about feeling again,”
He pulled the pants and then her panties down.
“And finally sit here please.” She could feel him buckling on the high heels. “We're going to be practicing our heels.”
She stood up. Oh goody she thought. Naked in heels again.

“Now if madam would take my hand.” He began to lead her out to the main yard.
“Where are we going? She asked in alarm. “I thought we would walk here.”
Enough sun came in under the half roof. She had just about become accustomed to being naked in the semi sheltered playground but the yard was wide open and exposed.
“Oh, there's not enough room to walk here,” he said. “Even with me guiding you might bump into something.” Which was, she knew, untrue. He just wanted to get her outside.
“No, I thought we'd stroll on the path for an hour or so.”
The path. The one that ran right past the fence. By the alley. The seldom but not never traveled alley.
Of course...

But, she thought as they left the playground, he'll be able to see if someone is coming. He won't really let me be seen, if only because a naked blindfolded woman might cause questions...
So they strolled and talked of this and that and she tried to forget how naked she was. At one point she got in a rather heated argument with herself. After all, she told herself, you walked up the road to the shop naked didn't you? Well, yes I did but I was 'dressed' at the time...
Not as much as you imagined...
Enough to be socially acceptable.
Well, you're in your back yard. Sunbathing is socially acceptable there...
She tried to ask Conscience her opinion. Oh, leave me out of this. I think you look fine.
She was no help. Anything that made her look slutty was ok by her.
Jane Austen merely raised an eloquent eyebrow, but made no comment about her own sunbathing habits. Well, she wouldn't of course. A pale English rose like Jane would probably burst into flames...
Sometimes the voices in her head were no use at all...

Once with no explanation they suddenly changed course and walked a bit faster. She had lost track of where they were exactly, but she had the impression that they had gone behind one of the large trees. After a moment, with no comment, they set off again. But was there really someone in the alley, or was he just trying to scare her?

After a while they returned to the welcome shade of the play ground. He guided her to an old armchair that resided there.
“No, don't take off the blindfold yet. I'll go get us a snack.” He returned a few minutes later.
“I have here cold chicken, some cheese and crackers, bread and butter and a wine of dubious distinction.”
“That sounds wonderful, but I think I'll make a mess if I try to eat with my blindfold...”
“Not to worry he said, I'll feed you.”
So she sat back in nude sybaritic luxury while he fed her morsels of chicken, bites of cheese and sips of wine.
I could get used to being pampered this way she thought. Naked harem girl sort of thing... How very Arabian Nights...
She settled back in the chair and relaxed completely. Gradually the exercise and the food and the heat of the day and the dark had an effect and she dozed off.

********************

When she woke she was disoriented at first. She couldn't see, was it night already...?
But then she remembered the blindfold. She tried to move but found she couldn't move her arms.
“Ah, awake again I see,” he said as he removed it. “You had a good nap.”
She blinked in the light. As her eyes cleared she looked around.
She was still naked of course, except for the high heels. And she was still sitting in the arm chair, but now her feet were resting on the seat of the chair, her legs bent and parted. Her thighs were tied to her calves and her legs held open wide by ropes that disappeared down the side of the chair. Her wrists were bound to the arms of the chair. She recognized the tie from pictures but had never actually been immobilized that way.
“I'm frog tied..” she began.
“Yes, you are. I've always wanted to try it but the occasion never arose before. It exposes you so nicely, don't you think?”
As was becoming traditional, she was reflected in all her lewd glory, legs widely spread, in her old friend the Mirror. She had to agree. It was hard to think of a pose that would expose her more.
“It's fortunate you're such a heavy sleeper. I really wanted to put the tutu on you as well but that just wasn't possible.”

“So this was the plan all along?”
“Well, I hoped. I wanted to take you strolling in the garden anyway but I thought that exercise followed by a meal and sensory deprivation might do the trick. And here we are.”
She regarded her pornographic pose.
It was rather like the time he had displayed her to herself with the dildo inserted, but more so.
He had refined, if that was the word, the pose.
And she still couldn't stop the blush.

“Now do you know what we're doing here today?” he asked as he came around in front of her.
It was obvious. The day had come.
“I think so. Judging from my pose I'm to masturbate for your entertainment.”
“Well, you're half right. I'm going to let you beg to masturbate. I shall be entertained to be sure, but whether I untie you so you can actually use your pretty fingers... well that depends on how prettily you beg. Which you'll have to do for rather a long time, I'm afraid. In any case I thought you'd like to watch.”

“Suppose I refuse to beg?”
“Oh, I think we both know that won't happen.”
She smiled at him. “You'll have to make me...”
“Oh, that's the idea,” he said, turning on the vibrator. “That's absolutely the idea...”

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So, said her Conscience sometime later, naked again I see.
It would appear so.
And after you begged so well.
I did beg nicely didn't I?
Very sincerely I thought. And for so long. And yet here you are, nude. And for quite a while this time. 110 hours.
That long?
The agreement was that for five days you would be allowed clothes for no more than two hours out of every twenty four. Do the math.
No thanks. You seem to have it sorted.
So, no regrets?
No, I don't think so.
Really? I grant you the begging was very well done, but as for the rest? The bargaining? That went well did it?
Well, Conscience had a point there. Despite her bravado, of course she did beg, as he and she knew she would. He was very persuasive, and eventually she begged and pleaded very prettily and very sincerely, and, as he had foretold, at great length. She might even have cried a bit...
But it had probably been unwise of her to attempt to bargain, she had to admit. She had not been in a position to get the best terms, nor by that time was she thinking altogether clearly. In hindsight, she perhaps had offered a bit too much.
Not to worry said Conscience. You don't have to be naked all the time. You can wear clothes if you absolutely have to, right?
Well yes I can... If I absolutely have to go to the shop or something I'm allowed a short skirt, no panties and a light tshirt, no bra... just about as close as you can get to naked without being arrested. Probably. Oh and I can wear flip flops. So, no worries, right?
So all in all you seem satisfied said Conscience.
Are you disappointed? Would you prefer me to be blushing and hiding and crying? Sorry, I have things to do.
But...
I thought things went quite well actually.
Oh?
Sure. I begged, I knew I would. And maybe I shouldn't have agreed to some things...
But the end was very good. Very good indeed. I'm sure he was entertained, I know I was.
Was it worth 110 hours without clothes? Maybe more...?
She smiled as she put the laundry in the basket.
Yeah, probably.
And don't forget your OSA's.
My what?
Your list of Obligatory Sex Acts. You promised to do quite a few things over the next five days. Just so you wouldn't forget the erotic aspect of your situation. I'm looking forward to all the pornographic things he makes you do.
Oh, I certainly haven't forgotten. In fact I think it's almost time for one. I just have to hang this laundry on the line first.
Not going to get dressed?
No, I might need those minutes for something else.
I see. Very thoughtful.
And those exhibitionist, embarrassing, lewd, pornographic activities you're looking forward to me doing?
Yeah?
I can hardly wait.
She picked up the laundry basket and walked outside.


It was an interesting, eventful, and even occasionally surprising week.
She loved it.
Her Conscience loved it.
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Re: The Game 13 - Playtime

Post by ryanchew3 »

This was a pretty good read, but do you mind writing a bit more on her controlling him? :)
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