Chapter 1 - The Wager

CHAPTER 1: THE WAGER

We had discussed the fact that I am slightly dominant, that you are slightly submissive, and you asked me to write a letter about it. This is what happened in my mind. We have agreed to play it out in person when we meet.

My Sweet Love,

Here it is, completed; there is another note at the end. I was surprised at the way the words flowed. I started this without a plan; it just happened. I admit I have no experience at this, and that I borrowed ideas from others. Anyway, I hope you like it.

We were playing cards when I asked if you wanted another game of strip poker. You said that you had a better idea: that we each write on a sheet of paper something we want, and play one game for that prize. The loser could destroy their note so that the other would never know what had been written. I agreed, and wrote on the pad and handed it over to you. You wrote your request and folded it with a smile and placed it on the table and started dealing the cards. You were very confident because you had been winning all night long. Because of this, you played aggressively — perhaps a little too much so. And I won the first hand of the game. The next hand you won, but with few points. The entire game went that way: when I won a hand, it was by a large margin, and when you were the winner, the points were small. Although you won more times, the few I won were worth far more points. In the end, I was the winner. I handed you my cigarette lighter and you burned your note. Then I passed my note to you. It read, "Be my sex slave for the weekend."

At first I thought that you might deny the win. You studied the note for a long time. Then you looked into my eyes — yours were full of trust — and you said very quietly, "I agree." That was Monday evening.

As the week went by, the tension built between us. You were curious about what I had been doing in the workshop during my free time, but you did not peek at the things occupying my time. Friday night we went to bed and slept in each other's arms. After I was fully awake and the weekend had started, I called you to me. I told you that the rules for the weekend started with this: at any time you can stop this game, and really it is only a game we will be playing. Since you may in the course of the game say you want me to stop and not mean it, we will use a safe word that will be unlikely to come up, and that word will be blackboard. I then asked if you trusted me to do this, and you nodded your head in agreement.

You will call me either master or sir any time you address me, I said, and asked if you understood. You replied, "Yes." I slapped you on your bottom with my palm and said, "What?" Your reply was, "Yes, sir." I then told you that as a slave, you must do anything I tell you to do, immediately and without question. Refusal or hesitation will result in a punishment. The next thing I told you is that you will wear no clothes during the whole time unless I tell you to, and then I will decide what the garments will be. You nodded with another "yes, sir." I then told you to remove your clothing.

"Yebo baba," you said softly, and began to undress.

As you stripped, I admired your body, all its lines and curves. I enjoy the shrug of your shoulders as you remove your blouse, the way your breasts fill the cups of your bra as you remove your shorts. Then they become smaller, tighter as you reach behind your back to unfasten the catch, only to become fuller, heavier as you bend forward again to remove your panties.

I reached into the bag at the side of the chair and removed two objects. I told you to come to me and hold out your arms. I attached a leather cuff to each wrist and told you to keep them on except while bathing. You examined them. They are two of the things from the workshop. They are black leather, padded on the inside with foam covered with red velvet; there is a strap sewn to the outside with a buckle on the end, and a D-ring sewn on at the inside of your wrists. Your initials are carved into the leather. I fastened a wide leather belt that matches the wrist cuffs around your waist. For the final touch, I placed a matching collar around your neck as I told you: this signifies that you belong to me, body and soul. That for the honour you give me by surrendering these to me, I promise to protect you and to keep you from harm. I asked if you trusted me to keep these promises, and you answered with a nod and said, "Yes, sir." I then told you to kneel on the floor.

I explained that this is the position you are to assume any time an assigned task has been completed: kneeling, with knees spread wide, sitting back on your haunches, head bowed, chest out, and hands palm-out on your knees. I explained that in this position I will be able to view and touch all your parts at my leisure. I unzipped my pants and told you that you may now suck my cock. At that time I was only slightly erect as you held it in your hand. As your tongue touched my little hole, it made a slight twitch. You licked around the head, making the whole area shiny and wet. Your lips parted and you sucked the whole thing into your mouth right to the base. With the whole thing in your mouth you started to tickle it with your tongue, flipping it to the roof of your mouth, circling it and teasing the head. As it started to grow inside your mouth, you started an in-and-out fucking motion. I ran my fingers into your locs and assisted you with your motion, regulating depth and speed. When I was fully erect, I withdrew and told you to rise and follow me.

I took you into the bedroom. There had been some changes since you were there earlier. One of the additions was in the centre of the room — one of my workshop projects. It is a very narrow table, about ten centimetres wide, a metre long and high. Its four legs are spread about sixty centimetres in width. At the base are eye hooks and straps matching the ones on your wrists. Along the top are holes drilled at equal intervals. I patted the top and told you to have a seat. At first you sat with both legs on the same side, and I gave you that one — no punishment for this, but don't test me — as I told you to sit astride it. I fastened the straps on the rear legs to your ankles. Then I pulled you down and fastened your wrist cuffs to the other legs. I stepped back to admire my work: you looked so beautiful, able to move your hands and feet only the length of the snaps locking them in place, tits dangling over the edge of the plank, and your ass — that magnificent ass — in the air, fully available to me for any of my desires. I cupped your tit in my hand and found it already very hard. As I rolled it between my thumb and index finger, a small moan escaped your lips. I didn't know if it was from desire or if I was squeezing too tightly. I released it, and then bent over your ass. You were right when you said it is your best feature. I extended my tongue and licked from the side of your hip to the cleft dividing your two glorious cheeks. Sharply I brought my hand down on the other cheek and you jerked, probably from surprise. I watched with interest as a copy of my palm and fingers appeared in red on your enticing butt.

I knelt behind you so you could not watch as I worshipped the earthbound goddess I had captured and brought to this place. I extended my tongue and lightly touched your fully exposed asshole. I slid my tongue back into my mouth and this time thoroughly wet your little rosebud, inserting my tongue only slightly. While I was doing this, I tested your pussy with my hand. I was not sure if you were wet because of the blowjob you gave me or from your present situation. Again a little moan you tried to stifle, and I could not determine the cause — sucking me, the position you were in, or did I squeeze your clit too hard. I told you not to cum, a warning note in my voice. I then brought my tongue into play against your pussy. You were by then well lubricated, and I continued to lap at your clit, your lips and inside your pussy. I returned to the bag and came out with two more objects: a vibrator and a wooden piece formed into a right angle. At its base is a large dowel. I inserted the vibrator into your pussy and set the wooden block into one of the holes in the bench to hold the vibrator inside you. I turned it on low power and told you not to come — as I left the room.