The Game 43 One kiss leads to another

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The Game 43 One kiss leads to another

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One kiss leads to another

He found her in her studio working on a sketch.
“Hey, I just had an interesting phone call from Ian.”
“Oh, What’s he up to?”
“The usual no good I’m sure. He was calling to tell me that he had had a call from a friend of his. Apparently she had read a story online, a rather naughty one it appears, and something about it rang a bell. She was wondering if Ian knew anything about it…”
She put down her pencil. I’m getting a premonition murmured conscience.
“Ah…?”
Yeah, me too…
“It was about a long, forced kiss…”
“Uh oh…”
Of course it was inevitable, she supposed. Quite a few people had read her accounts she knew, and even though she was very careful to strip off any identifying information…
“And what did he say? Denied everything, I hope?”
“Oh, he caved immediately, admitted all, said he knew us well…”
“What! He didn’t…!”
“He had to. As it happens she knows us quite well too. She did my bra fitting, and then later helped me become a very passable Elizabeth Bennett for the library costume night…”
“I remember. Tracy, wasn’t it?”
“That’s right. After she read the story about the kiss she went back through your oeuvre and found those as well, so Ian really had no choice.”
“Oh, yes. Well, Abalone is a small town and no mistake…”
“But it gets even better than that. Remember when Alice was being challenged by Mr. Clipboard at the Con for being inappropriately dressed?”
“Sure.”
“And somebody said there was a Mystique dressed only in paint in the next aisle?”
“Yes. In all the confusion we never did get to see her. I was always sorry we had to rush out like that…”
“It turns out that was Tracy! Even Ian didn’t know that at the time. Anyway he was suggesting that we could get together and she would bring her album of photographs.”
“That would be great!”
“That was one thing. There was another idea as well that he wanted to discuss…”
“Oh, what’s that?” She had gone back to her drawing when she remembered that this was Ian they were talking about. With an Ian Idea.
She put the drawing aside and gave him her full attention.
“What…?”
“It turns out that ever since we did the Long Kiss Ian felt bad that you had missed out. He’d been trying to come up with something but hadn’t managed to. Then when Tracy called him and he told her all about it she said to him, and I quote, ‘Oh, I’ve always wanted to do that!’ so Ian said…”
“I can imagine what Ian said. But no. Nonono…”
She trailed off.
But you want to don’t you, whispered conscience.
She had to admit that at the time she had been a bit wistful that she couldn’t have the experience. But she had decided that it wouldn’t be the same with her husband, (and Ian hadn’t even remotely offered) so she filed the idea away and moved on.
But… whispered conscience.
She tried to remember what Tracy had looked like. Pretty. Full lips, definitely.
And quite full breasts also, conscience said quietly. Bigger than yours if memory serves…
Oh dear…
After a moment she said, “No… I couldn’t…”
And even to herself she didn’t sound convincing.
He didn’t say anything, letting her work through it.
“I mean,” she went on, “I’ve never even kissed a girl…”
She realized the moment she said it what a weak defense it was. He merely raised an eyebrow.
And then she remembered what she had written about the images and what gave them, at least to her eyes, such power. The thought that the girls were not necessarily in any sort of relationship, and might not have even been erotically interested in girls…
Sound like someone we know? whispered conscience.
She couldn’t help herself imagining what it would be like. With almost a stranger…
that close
that intimate
that long
Could she really?
You could! You could! shouted conscience so loudly that she almost missed what he said next.
“…said they should come around for dinner tonight. She’ll bring her portfolio, show you Mystique and some other things Ian said you’d like. We can talk over the whole idea then. Ian of course wants to jump right in. He wanted to sort out costuming, but I said that part was easy. You’d want to be naked.”
“I…I would…?” she stammered weakly.
“Sure. You’ll want photos of course. Well, obviously you’ll be busy, but photos will be taken. But you already have an album of two clothed girls kissing. For a certain value of girls…for a certain value of clothed, come to that,” remembering the microskirt.
“You don’t need another set, that would be just be repetitive. So I said you’d insist on nudity.”
She would! She will! yelled conscience.
“I…don’t know… it’s just…”
And then she asked, weakly, “2nd law…?”
“Ah, no involving innocent bystanders? Let’s look at that. I went to the Con fully dressed, she went naked, she reads your stories online, and she’s a friend of Ian. How innocent is she likely to be?”
Fair points, said conscience.
“…oh, I don’t know…”
“Okay, we don’t have to decide now. We’ll have dinner, get to know her and…well whatever. Fair?”
She nodded.

In the event the evening went off very well indeed. Tracy brought pictures of her as Mystique.
“These are amazing! And it’s all your own work?”
“Well, my roommate had to help with painting my back but I did all the rest and the latex appliances for the texture…”
“And weren’t you…nervous…?”
“Nervous? I was terrified! But I was determined to do it. I kept telling myself,, You’re not naked, you’re Mystique!”
And she, in turn was astonished by the pictures of Alice.
“I saw Alice across the floor at the Con and I thought, well there’s always a Hatter so there might as well be an Alice. Some girl did a not bad job. But I never imagined… This is really you?”
He nodded, pointing at the figures in the picture. “Yep, see? Ian, cat, little me…”
She stared again at the photo. Finally she said,
“And you won what?”
“Ah, Most Photogenic, I think…”
She shook her head in wonder.
“Wow… Those idiots gave Best in Show to the wrong person. They were looking at the best costume and they didn’t even know it…”
“Who did win best? We left in a bit of a hurry.” Asked the cat.
“Uh… I did…actually…” Tracy mumbled.
And then they took the tour.
“You really do have a pillory! And the yard! I didn’t imagine it was that big… Did you really make him take washing all the way down to the line naked?”
“And as a fully dressed maid. Several times…” she said.
“In heels…” he added.
“Wow! You’re as evil as Ian said you were…”
It was a very satisfactory evening. But they never got around to talking about kissing at all.

Later in bed they talked.
“I like her,”
“So do I. We should have her around again sometime.”
“Well, as to that. Any more thoughts on… the other?”
“Oh, I don’t know… I can’t decide. Let me sleep on it.”
And in the morning she said, “I’ve made a decision. We’ll leave it to the cards.”
“So you’ve decided not to decide?”
“In our best traditions, yeah, pretty much…”
“Perfect. I’ll get them.”
When the game was new they had made a deck of rock, paper, scissor cards to determine who on the day was in charge.
“You lose two, you do it, right?”
She took a deep breath. All right, she thought. A big part of the game was doing new things, scary things, things that at the time you might not really want to do.
Or perhaps things that you didn’t know you really did want to do. So…
She nodded. Play the game.
They shuffled, then alternately drew.
“Rock, scissors, The lady loses.”
“Paper, rock, mine”
“For the game. Paper, paper, draw.”
And again. “Scissor, scissor, draw.”
Draws happened occasionally, just as in the real game. But eventually, as always…
“Paper, rock. So it’s settled.”
“So it is.”

Two weeks later when the stars and everyone’s schedules had finally aligned again they all gathered in the playroom. She and Tracy were wearing kimonos, having taken their street clothes off in the bedroom. They were sipping on glasses of wine, partly for their nerves and partly for the sheer decadence of it all.
Ian hadn’t quite finished pouting about the kimonos.
“This is the way the figure models at the art school do it,” said Tracy. “You’ll be getting quite enough of a show soon enough, we don’t have to give you a strip routine as well.”
Ian stuck out his tongue as he finished preparing the stage, as he called it.
“Oh, go put on a dress!” said Tracy. She turned her back on him and said, “I find that as a girl Ian can be just about bearable, but as a guy he’s usually impossible!”
“Oh, I know!” Then she said quietly, having heard the nervousness under the words, “It’ll be ok, just relax. Let me fill up your glass…”
“No, I mean yes, thanks.” Tracy replied quietly in her turn. “But being nervous is part of it, just like being scared at the Con. This isn’t supposed to be something safe, or something you blank out like undressing at the doctor’s. This is supposed to be erotic, and exciting and… a little bit scary.” But she also took the wine.
Then possibly to distract herself a bit, she looked around the playroom. It had been transformed since last she saw it, but to what wasn’t clear. The side usually open to the yard had been blocked off and the walls hung with random bits of curtains and bedspreads and rugs. Some strands of beads were looped here and there and a few brass plates and things were scattered about. It didn’t look like the playroom any more, but it didn’t really look much like anything else either. Tracy didn’t seem to think so.
“I was sort of hoping that it would look a bit more…well, the way it did in the pictures… I don’t mean to criticize,” she added hurriedly.
“Ah, come over here…” She led her to the camera and told her to look through the finder.
“Ian, could you lower the lights for a moment?”
The lights dimmed, Tracy looked through and then gasped. According to the camera’s slightly out of focus, slightly fish eye view, they were standing in a fabulous, mysterious, vaguely lit chamber of more than oriental splendor, maybe a tent, possibly a tapestried palace, perhaps a high class bordello…
“How do you do that…?”
“It’s magic!”
Ian called, “All right, we’re ready.”
They joined him in the center of the room by a mound of cushions. Standing at the side was a pipe about three feet high, painted flat black, with a belt attached to the top.
“What is that? Tracy asked, slightly alarmed.
“If you do this for only a few minutes for a photo shoot,” Ian explained, “balance isn’t a problem. But as we’re going for something a bit longer you don’t want to lose your balance and fall. Linked together, even onto cushions, that would be a very bad thing. So this belt will go around your waists and then you won’t even have to think about it.”
“Won’t it show in the photos?”
“We could have put it between you two to hide it, but that wouldn’t have been very friendly. Being black it should mostly dissolve into the background unless we shoot straight at it. And even then it should be trivial to get rid of.”
He checked a couple of last details and then said,
“Perfect. That’s the housekeeping out of the way. I think we’re all set. Shall we commit some pornography? If this works well we might have another revenue stream. Last chance to back out.”
“I think I have too much lipstick on…”
“Yes, you do, and so does Tracy. It’s perfect, and you’re stalling.
The two looked at other daring the other to be first.
“You…”
“No, you…”
“Oh hell, on three. One two… three…”
They both dropped their kimonos. Conscience gasped. Oh my, I was right about her tits…
They knelt facing each other and Ian fastened the post belt around them, pressing them close together. He’s right, she thought, this feels quite solid. Next he strapped their knees and she concentrated on the feeling of Tracy’s warm body, her thighs and breasts pressed tightly against hers. Then instead of tying hands behind their backs Ian arranged their arms around each other’s waist and tied their wrists together. Her hands were lying on Tracy’s bottom and Tracy’s on hers. There wasn’t a lot of slack for movement, but a bit of stroking might be possible.
And finally…
As Ian was placing the ball gag into Tracy’s mouth and tightening the straps she remembered the words she had found online.
The ball is placed half in the mouth of each captive…
When Ian was finished with Tracy she moved her mouth over her side of the ball and the straps were placed around her head.
When the straps are tightened, the two mouths are pressed together in a forced open-mouth kiss.
She noted with satisfaction that the alterations she had made to the ball gag worked. She could taste Tracy’s wine and her lipstick.
She thought again of the pictures of those girls…
Dear? said conscience. You are one of those girls.
Ian stepped back satisfied.
“A very tidy looking package. All right, video is…on. Shall we get the cameras? You do long shots and I’ll take close ups to start…”
And then he paused.
“Oh…” and then, “Ah…”
“What?”
“I think I forgot something…”
“What? The pipe is solid. They’re secured… All the lights are set…”
Ian nodded toward the empty wine glasses and the mostly empty wine bottle on the table.
“I forgot to ask if they had used the bathroom lately…”
“Ahh. That could be… interesting…”
They looked back at the two who were squirming together as much as their bonds would allow.
“It looks like they’re getting to know each other…”
Lipstick was starting to smear satisfactorily.
“It does…”
They watched for another moment.
“Sounds like it too…”
“It would be a bit complicated to disassemble them…”
“True, and they might not appreciate being disturbed right now…”
“Also true.”
“So… Are we agreed to just leave them be?”
“I think so. If anything happens, I’m sure they’ll figure it out…”
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Another interesting story. Looks like they have found themselves a new playmate

Would have been interesting if they had placed the corset on her
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I have been on this site for years just lurking. I had to create an account so I could read these in order. Well done! I am impressed with your writing ability and creativity. Little things even like your use of “Captain’s America”. Most people wouldn’t have gotten that right.
I also love how initially she wouldn’t commit to his tan lines and by the end she’s like “answer the door with your titties out”. You were able to make us as the reader feel their emotions. I also like your use of “conscience”. I do the same thing in my own head lol. I look forward to more, I am so jealous of this couple and their games.
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Aloha from Bound Anna, Boss.
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:twisted:
Bondage is like a foreign film without subtitles. Only through sharing and practice can we hope to understand.
A Jedi uses bondage for knowledge and defense, never for attack.
I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T!....I, I mean S-M-A-R-T!
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Welcome to BoundAnna, Bossman429. :hi:
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Thank you for all the kind comments. We appreciate them.
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I wish story writers got more credit here, but sometimes, the paradoxical fear is that saying anything might be taken as criticism.
Bondage is like a foreign film without subtitles. Only through sharing and practice can we hope to understand.
A Jedi uses bondage for knowledge and defense, never for attack.
I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T!....I, I mean S-M-A-R-T!
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The only criticism about this series, and indeed many of stories/series on BoundAnna is that the next installment takes too long to be posted! The anticipation for what happens next is nearly unbearable! :wink:
I particularly like this series, so when new one gets posted it's like an unbirthday present! :lol:
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