Come Out And Play

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The following is a written version of a fantasy written in 3-00.  Good thing it was not in the same location as the other stories that disappeared in the mysterious 10-00 stories deletion...  

When there are consenting adults with lots of pre-arranged understanding, role-play is lots of fun. We do not, however, condone rape in any form, and we do not condone non-consensual sex in any way.

The characters in this story are strictly consenting adults who pre-arrange to take on the roles as written.

If you can’t differentiate between consensual adult sex games and rape, please see our Main Page and Information Section before reading any further.


Come Out And Play

He and I meet in a restaurant.
It's dark, the music covers our voices, but we hear each other.
He's calm, relaxed, doesn't laugh, but often smiles and looks at me intently.
His deep voice makes my skin tingle.
We talk out details....the convo gets hot.
Cuffs? Yes.
Insults? No.
Spanking? No.
Painful hair pulling? No.
Slight hair pulling? Yes.
Use of gags, if a 'finger snap' is a "safeword'? Yes.
Use of blindfolds? Yes.
Use of toys? Yes
Dildos? Yes
Use of me? 
I close my eyes. 
With a condom?
I whisper yes.
Use my mouth? yes
Use my pussy? ....yes
Use my ass? .............if slow at first, yes
With another man? ................yes. Not tonight, but yes.
Will I resist? .......oh yes.
The more details we work out, the more scene ideas he has.
He whispers in my ear what he wants to try. It makes my eyes heavy, my pulse race.
When I finish my wine, quivering gently, he asks if I'd like to accompany him back to his place.
Nervously, excitedly, slowly -- I agree.
He puts his hand on my knee. I freeze.
He slides it up slightly. I close my eyes.
I think about the stockings I put on tonight.
The garters.
The lace.
The closeness of his hand to discovering my secret.
Another inch and he feels the edge. I feel him smile.
Leaning forward, he whispers. "You're mine now." I fight not to shudder.

My legs feel like lead as we enter the door.
I'm terrified. Excited. 
I'd agreed that once in his lair, the game begins.

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We'd played pool for stakes. 
I'd lost. 
The wager? A blindfold and my wrists bound. No resistence allowed.
What had I gotten myself into?
"Get on your knees." He demanded.
The pillow landed with a "thud" at my feet.
Slowly I dropped down.
I could almost feel him chuckle.
He stood behind me, the black silk brushing against my nose.
When he tied it, he pulled it tight. 
Very tight. 
It wasn't moving.
I felt his hands on my shoulders. He knelt behind me.
Slowly, so slowly, he trailed his hands down my arms.
Finally taking my wrists
And pulling them back
The cuffs were soft. Velcro closures.
I couldn't squirm them free.
He moaned deeply, softly. "Very nice."

That's all I'd promised! 
I struggled to release myself.
He tackled me, we wrestled. 
The floor against my cheek.
He grabbed my shoulders and hauled me to my feet.
Dragging me across the place, then forcing me down onto his bed.
I tried to kick him to no avail. He sat on one leg, pinning the other.
I felt the cuff more quickly than expected, felt my leg yanked downward 
by the pull of the rope.
In seconds my legs were spread for him.
My flimsy dress no obstacle.
My arms pinned under me.
I couldn't see what he was doing.

He forced my right shoulder to the side, turning me over, freeing my hands.
The cuff-ropes were pulled
My arms spread out wide
I protested, "Let me GO!"
He rewarded me with cotton forced between my teeth.
The tape held it in place.

He slowly unbuttoned my dress. 
"Button-downs only", that was the rule.
Each movement, I squirmed to avoid him.
"That's it, shake it for me."
If I stopped, "That's it, you can't escape me now."
Unhurried, like torture, he relished each inch of exposing my flesh.
Like slow sadism he made me feel each action, hear each intent.
Then he fondled me, pushing my buttons, forcing my body to respond.
It had been in the list. He knew my erogenous zones.
Using them against me, he was making me wet.
Then licking my clit, he forced me to cum.

His lips on my nipples, his fingers in my belly button,
He fell on me then, devouring my body,
Stealing kisses around the tape, 
Nibbling my neck, rubbing against me
Ignoring my whimpers, and 
Holding my head still when I shook "NO!"
When I heard him unzip his pants, I squeeled.
The gag muffled the sound, he laughed.
"You can't get away - you can't escape it."
"I'm going to fuck you all night."
"I won't stop until you pass out."

He got off me.
I tensed as the cold air rushed against my body 
I heard the paper package rip.
Then his rock shoved deep inside me.
Pounding my g-spot
Sending me screaming
Making me tremble
He teased me, forcing orgasms.
Harder and faster, grunting on top of me
He fucked me wildly, seemingly insatiable.
Endless, he slowed the pumping,
Nibbling and sucking my breasts
Kissing me
Caressing my skin, he stopped "fucking" me 
And started really "using" me.
Enjoying my body
Enjoying my helplessness
Enjoying his captive
Prolonging his pleasure.
He was determined to lengthen my torture.

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I agreed to see him again.
My blood raced in my veins.
I knew what I was in for by agreeing to see him.
This time, he'd invited a mutual friend.

One on each side, we talked over dinner.
Circle booths make for close company.
After dinner, ironically, the restaurant got really warm.
My wine became my diversion.

Next verse, same as the first
The dozens of questions, 
The agreement, the limits set.
I stared at my wine, glancing briefly at 'the guest'.
He was grinning. Watching me.
Enjoying my weakness. 
Enjoying the game.
Use of blindfolds? Yes.
Use of toys? Yes
Use of dildos? Yes
Use of me? 
I swallowed hard and nodded.
My wine gleamed light in blood red.
I twirled it.
Most sensitive areas? My nipples.
Were they my errogenous zones? Yes
Did having them stimulated make me weak?
I swallowed again.
The guest slyly grinned.
I nodded slowly.
Will I resist? Absolutely.

I excused myself to the bathroom.
Trembling all the way.
When I returned, I resumed my place between them
But the space they left me was much smaller than before
Hands grabbed for my elbows, pulling my arms behind me, 
He turned me to face the guest.
My fists could not reach him.
He grinned at me slyly
Even more so than before.
He leaned in forward, touching my breasts.
Fondling their weight, caressing my nipples.
When I gasped to protest he forced a kiss on me
Moaning when I struggled.
What an image to be seen:
We three, bunched together
Me restrained between them
The dark restaurant kept their secret
Of pinning and groping me 
"against my will"
They took turns a few minutes
One holding my wrists back while the other
Stole my breath and my power by teasing my body.

"Now, you will do what we tell you"
He said.
My skirt creeped up my thigh with the guest's hand.
My garter exposed, my leg almost bared,
Our 'guest' enjoyed the view while 
He held me at their mercy.
"She's wet" our guest smiled
"I bet she is. "
"Shall we go dance?"

Abruptly we left, my head still spinning
The club was small, but the space they left me 
at any given moment was smaller.
They pinned me between them
While dancing, I was sandwiched.
Hands roamed my body
Kisses were stolen from me
When I pushed the other held my wrists
It was enough to make me crazy.

Back at his lair, I was already cooked
My panties were drenched, my knees weak
I could barely fight them
As one held me and the other unbuttoned my dress
My jiggling breasts must have invited his lips
As the other tied my arms behind me.

I was gasping and pleading for mercy
Until they laid me down, and at both ends
Took me and used me.
One cock in my mouth, the other between my legs
The dark apartment furtively kept their secrets
Strawberry-flavored latex shoved hard between my lips,
Hands held my head,
And another orgasm forced its way into me
While the other had his way.

The night had hardly begun when they, spent, agreed to keep me
Tied and at their mercy they had other ideas for play.
A double-penetration would really make their day
When I said, "no" they gagged me
It wasn't the magic word.
My hands were free for snapping, they said, and until then
They expected this would really get good.

Blindfolded again and used like a ragdoll, 
They positioned me on my knees between them.
I fought to lay flat but it was no use, 
The one under me thrust even more deeply
The one above me, slow at first, enjoyed even more making me scream.
He tied my wrists behind me and held on tight while he took his pleasure.

When they'd finally had their fill, 
"Our guest" left, and the other gently held me.
Still I trembled and quivered while he soothingly caressed me.

We exchanged ideas of what worked, and what didn't
He stored it for another day

I wondered when he'd call me again to ask that 
I come out and play.