The Game - 4 Tan lines

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The Game - 4 Tan lines

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Tan lines
She turned over the last card and smiled. “My rock breaks your scissors”
He groaned inwardly. That made three in a row. He was beginning to wonder if she had worked out a way to manipulate the cards and if he would ever win again.
It was well within statistical likelihood of course, but he was rather wishing that he had agreed to alternate instead of playing for it. He stood up.

“All right how do we begin?”
“Strip,” she said .
“What?”
“You heard me. Off with your clothes,” she said in an imperious tone.
Well, that was new. Usually she secured him and then undressed him herself. It was actually his favorite part. After that things could get...strange...
Oh, well. He dropped his shorts and pulled down his underpants. She produced from her closet the dreaded Box of Things. From past experience he knew it might contain Anything.

She opened it and proclaimed, “Today's lucky contestant will be modeling... her new bra and panty set!”, handing them to him. Again odd. Before she had always done the dressing as well as the stripping. He examined them. They weren't the frothy red confection she referred to as 'his'. This was simply a plain black bra, with no lace or ribbons and an equally plain pair of bikini panties. You could call them boringly conservative except for the fact that a man would be wearing them. He shrugged and put them on. At least today apparently he wasn't going to be a horny ballerina, or a porn star slut.
“Oh, and you'll need these of course,” passing him his breast forms.
Of course...

She dipped into the box again. “Now we have your restraints. You know these...”
“Only too well...”
“And something new for today we have a pair for your ankles as well.”
Interestinger and Interestinger...
When he had slipped them on she produced the blindfold and tied it on. “Now take my hand...”
Then rather than leading him to the playground as he had expected,she led him instead out the sliding door to the enclosed patio. This was different too, they had never played here before. It was a small walled patio, on the opposite side of the house from their main play area. It was completely free from any overlooking neighbors so he didn't feel too exposed or nervous.

“Now lie down, arms out, open your legs, a bit more...”
There were a few small noises and then he found himself secured, arms straight out, legs slightly open.
“That should be more comfortable than standing.” And indeed it was. His arms tended to get very tired being held up if they carried on too long.

“Now I just have to get some things. I'll be right back...” she said and he heard the sliding door open.
He lay there, fairly relaxed, waiting for what would come. The privacy of the patio made it feel like just another room. He might enjoy this... He concentrated on his feelings. That was really the point of the blindfold she said. So he itemized them. He was lying on something soft, that had been a nice thought. Though he was hardly dressed he was quite comfortable. He was getting used to wearing lingerie as well. Should he be worried about that? No matter, he'd think about that some other time.
He was feeling nice and warm. Quite warm in fact...

And then he remembered something about where he was. The little walled patio was sheltered and private. It also caught the sun...
Oh oh...
When she got back she removed his blindfold.
“So did you work it out?”
“I think so. My new bra and panty set... you didn't mean these, did you? I think you meant a set I couldn't take off...”
“Oh, clever girl! I knew she'd get it!”

“Now,” she went on “I brought you something.” She held up the high heels. “I took them off the bar but now there's a way to clip them back on when ever we need to. Won't that be handy? I thought of having you walk out in them, but it might be too dangerous until you learn how..”
Ok, there was that to look forward to.
“But why...”
“Oh, I know they aren't really a part of tanning you, “ she said buckling them on. “You just look so darling in them! I think I'll have you wear them quite a lot.”
She finished and said, “Now what do you say...?”
What could he say?
“Thank you... but I was wondering... I suppose it would be pointless to beg?”
“Why, what would you want to beg for?” she asked innocently.
“Please don't tan bra and panties on me?”
“I see. No, it's never pointless to beg. I quite like begging...” She caught herself. “Sorry. I should have said I quite like listening to begging. You can always beg.”
“I can?”
“Of course. You just have to realize that no matter how prettily you beg, there are going to be some things you just can't beg your way out of. I remember a dancer, a cute little ballerina, who had so much difficulty with that concept. But she got there in the end. And oh my, she begged so beautifully... for quite different things towards the end than she did at the beginning of course...”
“Yes, I remember her. Nice girl, but a bit of a slut I'm afraid.”
“Oh yes, she was that...”
“So...even if I begged like her...?
“I'm afraid not. You're not going to get to beg away your bra and panties. Now I thought that we would do an hour on each side today. The same tomorrow and the next day. Then we'll see where we are. You shouldn't burn. It may be a bit tedious I'm afraid, and we won't be able to do much when you're tanning, but we can entertain ourselves while we wait to begin.”

She stood and pulled down her shorts and then slid off her panties.
“You probably noticed that the sun hasn't quite reached in here yet. It should take about twenty minutes more, so we have plenty of time.”
She carefully placed a foot each side of his head and then slowly lowered her naked pussy to his mouth.
“I said that you could always beg, but you'll really have to stop now. It's impolite to beg with your mouth full...”

“Oh yes, you're coming on very nicely.” she said later.
“Can I see?”
“Definitely not. Not until you're done”
She had a tendency to make her projects complicated. She had done that with their first session when she had wanted to take a suite of photographs with a specific artistic end in mind. She simply hadn't told him...
And now she wanted to finish without him seeing, which would be tricky. It would involve blindfolds and t shirts and quite a lot of honor system. He was tempted to peek but promised that he wouldn't. On the plus side (there was always a plus side if you looked hard enough) he had to wear a blindfold when he showered which meant that she had to help him. It seemed to take longer than his usual showers...

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“A couple of hours today I think. Now put on your bra like a good girl.” With resignation he slipped it on. He could even do the hooks in the back now without help.
“Here's your bottom...” Then she checked it to make sure that all the edges perfectly lined up with the tan.
“You wouldn't want it to look messy, you know.”
Well no, he certainly wouldn't want that...
“Oh, here. Don't forget your boobs.” He always hoped she would but of course she never did.
“I don't understand why I have to wear them to tan...”
“Because wearing a bra without anything to put in it would just be silly. Now off you go. Front first. I'll tell you when to turn over. Now we'll just tie you down and begin.” She secured them and then pulled down her shorts and panties. She had discovered that with a slight change in position she wouldn't block the light at all.

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“I just found something amazing!”
“What's that?”
“We have a tanning salon in town!”
“What ? We live in the middle of the desert. The only thing we have more of than sun is sand.”
“And heat stroked tourists and the occasional spontaneous human combustion. But people still want their fashionable tans. So there are salons. I thought we could try one.”
“Isn't the tan coming?”
It's so so. Curiously the sun just isn't consistent enough at this time of year. There are clouds or tree shadows...”
He was dubious.
“I don't know... a salon...?”
“Don't worry, they're private. Some people like to totally tan without tan lines. Can't imagine why...”
“I guess... so they must have places to change...”
“Oh, don't over complicate things. You always say I do that. You'll wear your bra and panties there.”
Oh well, of course, drive across town wearing ladies underwear. Why didn't he think of that? And then he had a sudden thought.
“But... would that mean I'd have to wear my boobs as well?”
“What do you think?”
“That I won't be able to beg my way out of it...?”
“My clever girl! She's so smart!”

The trip to the salon was nerve wracking, but by wearing slightly more clothes than the weather really called for he wasn't noticeable at all. At least she assured him that he wasn't. He felt as if he were wearing double D's. They went in together. She put on his blindfold. Then he stripped down to his bra and panties and she guided him to the bed.
“How long does it take?” he asked her.
“We're only going to do 15 minutes,” she said.
“You don't even have to turn over. It does all of you at once.”
“It doesn't even feel warm...”
“No, it's not a sunlamp, it's just tanning rays. That's why we're keeping it short. You don't any cues from heat.”

Back home he said, “So are we done?”
“Yes, that was it.”
“So when do I get to see?”
“Tomorrow. Tonight you're going to develop kind of like a photo.”

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The next day he stood in the usual place.
“I don't really need to tie you for this...”
“Stripping me without tying me? What will you think of next?”
So she put his blindfold on him, Then pulled off his t shirt being careful not to dislodge it. Then she pulled down his pants. He was standing in his black bra and panties. She stepped behind him and unsnapped it and removed the bra and his boobs.
At that point he had an odd thought. She took my bra off outside! Oh, no I'm topless! Wait....what...? Before he could quite process that he felt her hands at his waist and she was pulling down his panties.

Once again he was standing outside naked. And the odd thing was that this time it wasn't even what he was thinking about the most. He heard something being dragged across the pavers.
“Are you ready to see?”
“Yes, I think so,” not knowing quite how apprehensive he should be.
She removed the blindfold and he blinked for a few moments in the light. She had set up the large mirror. In it he saw standing in front of him a slim figure, slightly more tanned than he usually was, but really not very. Across his chest and hips he could make out the unmistakable imprint of bra and panty, but it was very faint.

“I don't understand... I lay in the sun here for several days, and then there was the salon...”
“Well,...the thing is...” she said uncertainly, “Lately I seem to be having these attacks of conscience.”
“How awful for you.”
“I know, right? I get these good ideas and then I get scared that they're too much... well this time I kind of chickened out. I meant to do it at first, really. And you really did tan the first day, a little, but then I got scared.”
“Wow... So after that...?”
“After that I put up a cloth to shade you...”
“And the salon?”
“The machine wasn't really on...I know a girl who works there... Oh, don't worry! I didn't tell her what we were doing. I just asked her to turn it off...”
They sat in silence for a while.
“It's hardly there...,” she said finally. “I think it will fade in a few days. So...what do you think of it?”
He studied himself in the mirror, turning this way and that.
“It's ...interesting... “ He found himself thinking that he kind of wished the tan was darker, the bra and panty clearer... and then he had another thought.

“But wait a minute. If you knew we weren't going to use the salon, why did we go there?”
Now she really looked embarrassed.
“That was another of my good ideas, I'm afraid. I knew that you weren't going to have a tan, and I didn't really know how to stop the game... but I... really wanted to see if I could get you to leave the house in your bra and panties...”
There was another long pause.
Finally he said, “I see.”
“I kept thinking you'd call it off, I kind of hinted that you could, but you didn't... I want to thank you for doing this, for trusting me... You didn't have to you know.”
“I didn't?”
“Of course not.”
“But you said I did...you told me about the ballerina...?”
“Oh, her!” she laughed. “She was a slut, you said so yourself. I knew exactly what that little tart wanted...”
“But...”
“What I said was that you couldn't beg your way out. But of course if ever something is really too much you can always...”
She let the silence hang. Finally he said,
“Ah, I see. Sorry, too subtle for the male brain.”
“We should probably say something like 'The ballerina doesn't want to' if we really want to stop...”
Her voice trailed away.
“That sounds like a good idea...” he said absently.
He got up.
“So...are you angry...?”
“I don't know yet. I think I'll go take a shower and think about it.”
He started to go then stopped and picked up the bra and panties...
“I'll just take these. I've become rather fond of them.”
And I've really got to think about them...
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