A game of deceiving

From time to time, following something you found interesting and putting it in your existence can spice up the things, at least a bit if not a lot. I find myself often facing such challenging moments and I’m thankful I’m not alone.

We were watching a movie, a very well-known one where there was this scene, a group of sailors were playing a game of dices and the stake was the only thing they could afford: years of service. I looked at my mistress laying on the bed with her eyes wide open and with a silent voice I said “I could play that game with you…”. It took her 5 seconds to get up, bring some dices and say “ok, let’s play, I challenge you”.

I would love to know I have an eternity to give her, but since we are just humans (at least I am because I look at her like I look at a goddess), we decided to play on something more reachable.  I would give her my full attention for a month, day and night, putting my own life in pause and she will give me a freedom I’m not allowed to dream of: she will let me be her man for a day, meaning I will be able to do anything that comes to mind without any consequences (that I know of).

We didn’t fully understand the game, but who cares? The stakes were more than we needed to make us play it anyway. So we rolled the dices… We had one pair each and the one who will have the biggest pair will win a round. 6 out of 10 we said. I was looking at the dices but could not see the dots, the only dots connecting in my head were strongly drawn on the things I wanted to do to her if I were to win. Seconds passed until I heard her yelling “are you playing?”, that’s how caught I was inside my head. The way she was squeezing the dices in her hand before throwing them wasn’t helping at all. With every knock on the table I could feel my chance closing, but how am I going to win this? It’s not as if I don’t want too, but my luck hasn’t been around much. She already won 7 rounds, I don’t see why we are still playing…

“Why are we still playing? I lost…”

She looked at me, smiled and said “it’s a game of deceiving, as long as we still have rounds you can think that there might still be a chance…”. Oh, so it’s not anything else than a sweet torment, she leads me into believing that it’s not over long after it is. Nicely played mistress! A somehow angry look took my face and I dared look directly at her, as if I was saying that I don’t like this. She looked back and asked: “do you dare defying me? 5 lashes for you slave!”. Now that movie scene crawled down from the screen and started to took place right there.

She tied me on the wall, torn my shirt and let me there hanging for about a minute. I knew she had a leather lash somewhere and it wasn’t really soft. Ok, so I’m about to taste her anger because I dared to defy her. I deserve it… I can hear her behind me, moving somehow like she rubs something on her skin, something that’s on her. What is she doing? In the next second I felt something splashing on my back, but it wasn’t the lash. It was something soft with sowings. Is she whipping me with her panties? This I cannot wait to see. I mean how bad can this be? Her little panties are not remotely hard enough to make me feel pain, but they are soft and hot enough to make me aroused. If she takes this as being a punishment, I have nothing against it, she can whip that small piece of material on my back for as long as she wants.

I didn’t get the chance to wallow myself in this thrilling experience for longer than one minute, she came behind my back and stuffed those panties in my mouth, pressing hard and telling me to bit them strong. With a nasty smile on my face, I told myself “great, now she’s going to use her bra…”. That smile perished immediately when she actually used the leather lash on me, and not on my back because I’m pretty athletic and I can take it with no problems. No no, she splashed that sharply toy directly on my butt cheeks, yelling “this will teach you to dare for more than you are allowed to”. Now I know she wasn’t talking just about the look or the game or just about one thing. She summed up everything that happened that day and decided to punish me for it. I took it as I understand that after all, my purpose was to make her happy and never dare to hope even to be more that I am: her slave.

As she was making me flinch with every whip, she stopped for a moment, came closer, pressed her body against mine and whispered in my ear “do you think this is enough?”. I said “no”, because I wanted more, because I needed to be reminded of who I am in her presence. As a bonus if I can say that, I promised to keep my end of the bargain and serve her day and night for a month. I hear laughter behind me, as if I just told a joke.

“No slave, this is what you are going to do from now on…”