Betting Clothes And Getting Tied - Again. (F/M)

[emily-a]

This is sort of an unplanned sequel to an earlier story I wrote: https://www.tugstories.com/viewtopic.ph ... 06#p185406.)



It was so unfair!

That John had seen me that way and I hadn´t him. Well, certainly not enough of him that way.

At least he was a pretty mature person who wouldn´t give me too hard a time about it. Still, it would be impossible not to be aware of it every time I saw him. The image would always be there, hanging in the air between us… me, tied, naked. For his full viewing pleasure. He, with his boxers and T-shirt still on. Looking really great of course, and that was sort of the point. Looking great without a trace of embarrassment in it. Totally unfair. Totally unbalanced friendship.

I wish I could have been totally cool about it and acted like it was no big deal and I was above it all. Unfortunately, I´m just not that cool a person. And so I didn´t really have any choice but to ask…

“Could I have a rematch?”

John looked at me, like it was a little victory for him just that I had asked. “Maybe,” he said, a tiny smile on his lips.

“Maybe?” I said.

“It could be a while before all of us can get together again,” he said.

“Maybe just the two of us?” I suggested.

“Just the two of us?” he asked with a knowing smile. He was clearly enjoying this.

“Well, you know how childish Kevin is. It kind of ruins it for me, and if we don´t keep it to ourselves, he´ll probably find out we played again and give us a hard time about how he wasn´t invited, you know?”

“Yeah.”

“Mary could join us too, if she wants,” I suggested casually. “She can keep a secret.”

“But that would be two against one, wouldn´t it?” he said. “I have this feeling the two of you would gang up on me.”

“Just the two of us, then?”

“But I´ve already seen you tied with every inch of you on full display, haven’t I?” he said. “What´s in it for me?”

Yes, he was definitely enjoying this. He was being playful about it, but still, did he have to rub it in?

“If I´m going to risk being totally embarrassed like you were,” he said, “then you´ll have to up the stakes a bit. You´ll have to let me do something more to you this time if you lose, or it will be a no-win prospect for me, right?

I hesitated to ask but asked anyway. “Well, what exactly would you want to do to me?”

I wasn´t sure if I asked mostly because I wanted to know just what it would take get to rematch or because I was curious as to what kinds of thoughts might be in that cute head of his.

“I´m not exactly sure,” he said. “You´ll just have to make me an offer. Then I´ll let you know if the offer is good enough.”

I thought for a moment, but couldn´t really think of anything. (Actually, there were a few things I could imagine – I´ve got an Internet connection like everyone else – but they were a little too embarrassing to say out loud.)

“I gotta go” he said and turned to leave. “I´ll be seeing you tomorrow. Maybe you´ve thought of something by then.”

And so I spent the rest of the day sitting at my office desk and thinking and thinking about important things like how to get myself into a game of strip poker with a great-looking guy when I was supposed to be thinking about trivial things like how best to present the new software program to some prospective clients next Monday.

It was a good thing I prioritized thinking about the important thing because as soon as I met him the next day, I didn´t get to say a single word before he asked, “So what´s your offer?”

“If you win, you can tie me the same way again,” I began.

I made a pause there, like I was deliberately making a dramatic pause and also because I was a little nervous about saying the next part. He waited patiently for me to continue.

“But, before you do, I will also make dinner, set the table and serve the food for you…naked and handcuffed the whole time.”

“Can you really do all that handcuffed?” he asked, as if slightly suspicious.

“It´s not like I´ve actually tried it before, but I think so.” Pause. “Hands cuffed in front of me, obviously.”

He still looked skeptical.

“And then you can tie me and keep me tied up while you eat.” I continued, as if adding a further inducement.

“And then I can have you for dessert, right? Surely that´s part of the deal?”

I tried hard to keep from blushing. “No way, Jose. You have my offer. Take it or leave it.”

He considered it for a moment. My heart sank as he looked pretty disappointed.

“Okay,” he said finally, as if warming to the thought. “It´s a deal.”

“Yeah?” I said, relieved.

“Yeah, I´ve always wanted to have my own servant,” he said. “Especially a butt-naked one with a cute butt.”

“IF you win,” I pointed out.

“Oh, you can count on it,” he said. “I´m very motivated now.”

And so we found ourselves sitting there again, like we had a week earlier, on the floor of his living room. But just the two us now. Him and me. Two strip poker champs going mano a mano.

“Ready?” he asked. “Last chance to chicken out now.”

“Will you please quit with the procrastinating and just deal the cards?” I said, matching his confident tone of voice. “I can´t wait to play the togs off you.”

“If you´re so good, how come you lost so bad last week?” he asked.

I said nothing, but it was a pretty motivated question.

I should have been less nervous this time. I´d already lost once, so how much worse could it get? And there was only the two of us this time. Yet, I didn´t feel less nervous. I really didn´t want to lose again, or lose the opportunity to see him lose.

We started playing and again I started losing clothes. “I bet you must really regret talking me into this,” he said, watching with almost the same interest he had last week as I let my skirt fall to the floor.

“I´d worry more about myself if I were you,” I said as I sat down on the floor again, because the good news was that he´d been losing at the same rate I had and so we were now both down to our last two items of clothing.

I dealt, I played, I saw his cards, I said, “And now I get to see you shirtless, too.”

“Yes, it must be very exciting for you, little girl” he said, pulling his shirt off.

“I´ll try not to faint,” I said.

“Try to keep your panties on too,” he said. “I think you might be the kind of girl who´d enjoy losing more than winning.”

I gave him a “very funny” smile.

“Promise you won´t lose the next two hands on purpose? It´s a lot more fun to beat you for real, you know?”

“Are you trying to bore me to death with babble so I´ll go home and let you off the hook?” I said. “Just deal the cards, will you? Too late to chicken out, remember?”

I was going to win this one. I could feel it!

“Don´t feel so sure just yet,” he said when next he displayed two pairs.

I looked at my own pitiful cards. “Come on now, are you sure you´re not losing your undies on purpose?”

“Shut up, will you,” I said, feeling slightly annoyed with him for the first time as I removed my bra.

Oh well, nothing he hadn´t already seen, I told myself. And I still had one more chance to win. One more chance. I was going to win this time. I really could feel it.

Actually, I couldn´t feel it. But at least I told myself I could feel it.

And so the moment of truth was at hand… and I think we were both pretty nervous behind the feigned cockiness as we revealed our cards to each other one last time.

We both had a pair. Mine was a pair of kings. His wasn´t a pair of aces.

I hoped he didn´t notice the sigh of relief I breathed, even if it didn´t really matter any more, but he definitely saw the grin that formed on my lips as I looked up again from his cards.

“Guess you´ll be making your own dinner today,” I said.

He stared at his cards like he couldn´t really believe he´d actually lost, now that he had. I couldn´t really blame him. I found it hard to believe he´d lost too.

I quickly put my bra back on, then my skirt and shirt and bounced to feet my feet before he had quietly risen to his. I watched him with my arms folded over my chest, waiting patiently.

“You seem to be really enjoying this,” he commented.

“You bet I am!”

“Having to wiggle out of your panties last week must have been really embarrassing for you, huh?” he said, as if trying to soften the blow by reminding I was really only even with him now.

“You´re procrastinating again,” I pointed out.

He sighed, pulled his boxers down and allowed them to fall the floor. I took my time taking him in with my eyes the way he had me a week ago. He seemed to have a certain involuntary response to this.

“You know, I´ve always sort of wondered about that. It doesn´t like hurt or anything when a body part grows, does it? I mean, it looks kind of… hard on you.”

He looked embarrassed for about a second, then recovered. “And whose fault do you think that is?” he said, playfully accusatory.

“Touché,” I said, appreciating the attempt at gallantry, “but I´m afraid flattery won´t get you out of the punishment for losing.”

I grabbed the rope and moved behind him and started tying his hands together. That done, I kneeled on the floor behind him and put the spreader bar in place between his ankles.

I moved in front of him again and tore off a piece of tape from the roll and placed it over his mouth. And then a few more strips of tape for good measure.

I stood back, watched him. He made an awkward little mmmph.

Total vindication!

“I think I must be the envy of a lot of women right now,” I said and picked up his boxer shorts from the floor and held them before his face. “Do you mind if I keep these? They may not believe me unless I have proof.”

He made another little sound. I couldn´t tell whether in agreement or objection, but I suppose I was free to interpret it however I liked.

“Oh, that´s right. You didn´t get to keep mine when I lost last week. Well, I guess fair´s fair. How about you can have them now?” I reached under my skirt, wiggled out of my panties and held them up in front of his face while holding his boxers in the other. “And then I get to keep these? That a fair deal?”

He nodded his head. I was about to hang my panties on his erection, then thought better of it and put them on top of his head instead. I didn´t want him to get away with just looking hot this time. Of course he looked hot – he always did, clothed or not - but I wanted him too to feel humiliated too.

I stifled a giggle and stepped back to get a better look at him. Was I being as childish as Kevin had been last week? Probably. But at least he was being good enough a sport about it that he didn´t shake them off his head.

I sat down on the couch and put my feet up on the coffee table and relaxed. “Ah, this is the life,” I said. I watched him standing before me like a piece of art. “I could really get used to this.”

I looked at the panties on top of his head and couldn´t help giggling to myself. “I don´t think too many men could wear my underwear so well,” I teased. I glanced down at a lower part of his anatomy. “And I´m still flattered, too.”

He looked a bit embarrassed. “If it makes you feel any better, it kind of turned me on too last week. You know, when you gave me that little kiss after you´d tied me.” I hesitated, then told him, “It made me a little wet down there, you know.” In spite of our positions, I was the one who now found myself blushing for a moment.

He made a mmmmppphing sound from behind his tape-gag. I ignored him at first but then he did it again, a little louder.

Also, he seemed somewhat less… well, hard. Had I ruined it for him with the silly cross-dressing joke? Or was he trying to communicate some kind of safe word – even if we hadn´t actually agreed on one. He still had two minutes to go before the agreed-upon time was up when I would have to untie him, but he was clearly trying to say something.

I got up and walked over to him. I pulled the tape off his mouth.

“Is something wrong?”

“I´ll make you a deal.”

“What?” I said, curious.

“If you kiss me, I´ll be your servant and make dinner for you the way you would have for me.”

There was a pause. We both smiled, both of us nervous and excited at the same time. I made a show of considering it.

“Well, that is a really tempting offer,” I said.

He didn´t answer, except that he seemed to grow harder again.

“Can I have my panties back, even? I tend to think better with my underwear on around members of the opposite sex.”

He glanced down at his erection, chuckled self-consciously. “Yeah, I know the feeling.”

“Guess I won´t give back yours then, lest you come to your senses and withdraw the offer.

“Touché,” he said.

I took my panties off his head and slid them back on. I put my hand to my chin, thinking again, considering his offer.

“Do I get to choose the food?” I said.

“Of course,” he said.

I thought for a moment. “I´m partial to venison.”

“Venison it is.”

“And for dessert?” I said with meaning, taking in my naked captive like a cat looking at the canary and licking its chops.

He looked straight at me. “Anything you want.”

“Mmmm, yummy.”

I bit my lip girlishly, moved closer… kissed him. I almost wished he´d been able to put his arms around me, but that´s okay.

I didn´t mind doing it this way too.




Since I´m a M/F kind of woman - unlike her, I really am the sort of girl who´d prefer to lose this game! - this one was sort of a freebie for the F/M-people. I hope some of you enjoyed reading it anyway! – Emma.

[GreyLord]

You wrote

Since I´m a M/F kind of woman, this one was sort of a freebie for the F/M-people. I hope someone enjoyed reading it anyway! – Emma.

And I am strictly an M/F guy. But your story was such fun to read that I have to give you a Kudo for it.

[rtbw]

Thanks for the freebie for the F/M people. I really enjoyed this, and you write so well I was picturing it all as I read the story.

[LunaDog]

I so glad that you took the courage to post this, Emma. Especially as i'm definitely an F/M person! And, as you can see, it's not just me who's enjoyed this story of yours, which isn't surprising as this IS superbly told!

[40 plus denier]

Brilliant little F/M story. I totally agree with the other comments and wonder if there is more to come?