The Game 7 - On Display

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The Game 7 - On Display

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On Display

One Saturday morning she was in the living room thinking that they hadn't played for a while and wondering whether she should get the cards out and suggest a session. The trouble was she didn't really have anything in mind should she win. She could fall back on a tried and true one, dressing him was always fun, she liked making him beg, but she didn't want to give it less than her best.. Of course she might not win. He might win, take her and slowly strip her and make her do, oh, unspeakable things... Or not of course.

There was one memorable occasion when he had, over the course of half an hour, erotically removed her clothes one piece at a time. Then just as she had been expecting...something, he had just sent her on her way naked to do whatever she had to do that day. She did her chores, did some cleaning, hung out some wash, wrote, read, canceled a planned trip to the store. He didn't even particularly pay attention to her. She just wasn't allowed clothes. They had lunch on the patio. Finally as they were getting ready for bed she thought he might allow her a night shirt or panties, but he did not. She had to sleep naked. Which in the event, what with one thing and another, was quite pleasant. In the morning she thought she had figured out what he was doing, which was to keep her naked for twenty four hours. She had asked shyly, “Please may I get dressed...?”

He had stripped her at ten the previous morning, which might mean that she wouldn't be allowed clothes for another two hours. But if it was twenty four waking hours she would be naked for most of this day as well... but apparently he didn't have a strict time table. He had said “Of course.” and that was that.

In total it was the longest period she had spent without clothes in her life. Eventually she had even forgotten she was naked and had been on the point of walking out the front door, her hand actually on the door knob to get the mail when she remembered. It was an experience. Not exactly erotic. In fact fairly exactly not erotic. But definitely interesting.

Just then he came in, breaking into her reverie and with no preamble said, “Take your clothes off.”
Be careful what you wish for, particularly if you can almost read each other's mind...
“What, here?”
“Yes, right here.”
This was unusual. Generally if he wanted her naked for a Game he would strip her on the playground, usually slowly and with some ceremony.
But she had the feeling that this time would not be like that. He had Something in mind.
Curious to see where this was going she slipped off her shorts, top and bra. Then she looked at him questioningly.
“Yes, those too.”
She slipped the panties off and stood before him.
“Now put these on,” he said handing her a pair of white stockings and the high heels.
She pulled on the stockings carefully and then buckled on the shoes and stood up, now towering over him.
“Very nice, naked in stockings and heels. Now turn around please.” She did so and felt him take her wrists and clip on the restraints.
Well, there was no question about this time being erotic.
“This is becoming interesting,” she said. “What now?”
A morning romp would be fun... He could bend her over the sofa and...
or he could take her to the bedroom, lay her down, spread her legs and...
Or even just have her kneel right here, pull down his zipper and...
But instead he said, “To the playground.”

Again this was very unusual. He had stripped her there before, and though it was always somewhat scary she had become used to it. Sort of... but he didn't usually her make walk outside naked. Even for the walk in the desert he had let her wear something. It was the outrageous red lingerie, but it was something.
“Here, I'll take your arm so you don't fall,” and he guided her out.

She was grateful for that. She had practiced in the heels, and of course had made him do so as well,
but neither could manage them very well yet.
I must remember next time he wears them, she thought, to be sure he wears stockings as well.
And nothing else...

As they turned the corner she asked,
“What are we...oh.”
She stopped when she saw what he had placed in the middle of the playground.
It was a bench. Fastened to the middle, sticking straight up was one of the penis casts she had made.
“I was looking for something in the back shed,” he said. “Imagine my surprise when I found this. You and your devious conscience have been busy, haven't you?”
“Well...yes...” she said in a tiny voice.
“So what was the plan?”
“Well, I had a thought when you were...sucking...”
“Yes?”
“It was... kind of evil, but I resisted. I'm a good girl, I am...”
“Doubtful. And that thought was...?”
“Well, you didn't have any panties on at the time, and I had made two penises, and it seemed a shame to let one go to waste...”
He nodded.
“But I didn't! But then later I got to thinking maybe... anyway I made this. But then, well...”
“I know. Your conscience objected?”
“No, actually she quite liked the idea, and she's very persuasive... but I've kind of been holding back...”
“Interesting. You have a very complicated relationship with her. It must be difficult when you find yourself more virtuous than your conscience... Well, no matter. Your hard work won't go to waste. You'll get to try it today. Oh no, not there,” he said, noting her eyes widening.
“Though I should make you do that, you deserve it...You should have a nice long sit on it while you consider your behaviour. I think that would be very good for you. I could bring out a little desk and you could write lines...”

She had gone a little pale, as he worked out the details. Such things had a way of happening eventually...
“But we won't. Well, not today at any rate...” he amended. They both liked to keep their options open.
“No, today I think we'll use your lovely pussy. If you would just sit here...”

Carefully she lowered herself. He helped her to a safe landing.
“There, isn't that nice? “
She jiggled a bit, testing it.
“It's strange... not bad...”
She wiggled a bit more.
“I think I could get used to it...”
“You'll have a nice long time to. Now spread your legs, no, more than that. I've been making some alterations to the shoes...”
There were two clicks as he fastened the high heels to the legs of the bench.
Then he dragged the large mirror over and positioned it.
“What do you think?”

For a moment she was speechless, even somewhat shocked. The mirror certainly did give you another viewpoint. She was looking at a naked girl wearing stockings and high heels, her legs spread open as far as they would go, exposing her shaved pussy and the base of the penis which was buried deep inside her. Her arms were tied behind her which raised her breasts. There was no grace in the pose, no suggestion. It was lewd and obscene, a crotch shot and nothing more. She began to blush.

“Go on. Tell me about yourself.”
“I think I look like a piece of pornography...” she mumbled finally.
“And indeed you do, which raises the question, how do you know? But I think your conscience quite likes you looking like this, bless her. So let's see ... how can we make her happier? Which is to say how can we make you look even sluttier?”
He reached into their toy chest and drew out the famous red lace bra.
“Let's just get this on you...” he said, placing it onto her breasts and working it under her tied arms.
“Oh yes, that's good. Better than bare tits interestingly. So, spread legs, high heels, porn star bra...What else? I know!”

He went away again for a moment and came carrying...
“Are those your breast inserts?”
“Yours today.” He slipped them into her bra underneath her breasts and patted them into place. It was a tight fit. They were the size of her breasts, having been cast from them, and the bra only just fit her to begin with. The additions had the effect of pushing her own up, bulging almost out of the cups, creating an amazing decolletage. Her breasts, which were not small before, now looked enormous. He stepped back to admire them as she stared at her reflection in disbelief and some shock. I thought I looked pornographic before... It should be illegal to have tits like these.

“Proper porn star tits as well. They should jiggle nicely.” He patted one experimentally.
“Oh,yes, very nice...”
“Jiggle... but why...?”
“Oh, I think they will in a little while..”
“But, I can't masturbate, obviously, if that's what you want me to do. And while this feels very good...” she wiggled her hips up and down again a bit experimentally, “I don't think I can move enough...”

“Oh, but wait, there's more... On the Internet, vile place that it is,” he continued, “there are examples of machines which will move a dildo in and out of a girl, quite realistically. Well, for a certain value of realism. And there is one wondrous machine which keeps the dildo stationary and moves the girl up and down instead. Oddly fascinating, but sadly my engineering skills are not up to that, so we make do...”
He pulled out a small remote that looked like a key fob and touched a button. She jerked as the penis within her began to hum to life. Oh yes, that would do it, she thought. And in pretty short order too...
“When I found your little cache of works in progress I found out something very interesting. The core you put in the castings comes out, so I replaced it with a vibrator. And it has a remote control. Don't we live in a wondrous age?”

So I'm not only posed like an obscene slut, in a few minutes I'm going to be panting and crying like one. I'll probably scream like an alley cat.
And I'm going to have to watch it all.
So much for it being a boring morning.



He reached into the box again. “Now we just have to do your lipstick... I believe this shade is called 'Fuck me Red' . And just a bit for your nipples...” He adjusted them so they were just peeking out and applied some color. “And now the final, final thing. I found one of your cast offs I suppose it was, and created a little work of art myself. Incidentally cutting it to size was rather disturbing...”
He brought it out of the box. It looked like a pink plastic baby pacifier, with matching ribbons attached, but instead of the usual bulb to suck there was the pink soft tip and about two inches of penis.

“It won't squirt anything I'm afraid, but symbolism counts for something. And we might, for the neighbors' sake, want to cut down the noise a bit. Now open up like a good girl, well nothing like a good girl really. Open up like a very slutty girl... that's it. And we'll just tie it on with these ribbons so you don't lose it. I've often felt that the main visual drawback of a penis gag is that you can't see what it is from the outside, but no matter. You'll know what you're sucking. “
He stepped back and regarded her. “I wonder,” he mused, “If we might put some lipstick on your pussy lips as well as a finishing touch...? No, perhaps not. That might look vulgar, and we wouldn't want that would we?”
Well no, she thought regarding the girl with huge tits and bright red nipples, her legs spread wide with a dildo deep within her, sucking on a pink penis pacifier. No, we certainly wouldn't want that...

Now let's try some of the settings... what does this one do?”
She jerked and gasped in surprise.
“Oh, that's good! What about this...?”
It was so much fun he played with it for hours.
Her tits did, indeed, jiggle very satisfyingly, eventually popping completely out of the bra.
And she indeed pant and cry.
She even screamed a bit.
Or at least as much as she could with a mouthful of penis.
Just another Saturday, really.
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