Megan's Questions

Megan's Question

Chapter 8

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Eight

       Poker night.  The male members of our little BDSM group like to play poker.  The wives have a girls night out, or some other thing, while the guys had a poker game.  There is a twist to the game, however, but you have probably already figured that out.  The game is a form of strip poker, with some serious modifications.

       The first modification is, we don’t play for money.  Yeah, I know, that sounds strange, but bear with me.  We choose one of our slaves to be the prize of the evening.  She is presented by her Master, fully dressed, including underwear.  She is always made helpless before the game, and during the game.  Each hand of poker is played, and the winner removes an item of clothing from the bound, helpless, slave.  Garter belts, hosiery and high heels shoes are exempt from the game.  These items remain on the slave.  After all, we want her to look her best.  When the last item of clothing is removed, then another hand of poker is played to see whom dictates what happens to the now naked bound slave.

       On this evening there were four poker players.  George Watkins, Jim Collins and Sean McAlpine, and of course, me.  I had thought about this, and decided that Megan should be the prize of the evening.  She had never experienced this, and I thought it about time.  Her delightful mother, Jayne agreed this would be a good next step in her sexual slavery.

       On the evening in question, everything was set.  The game was to be played at my house, in my  basement orgy room.  Jayne had made some snacks for the players.  She was to be in the room to serve snacks and drinks to the players.  Naturally, she was to be naked.  On this evening I had her wearing a black leather garter belt with black hose, while shod in black leather high heeled pumps.  Of course, she was wearing the standard black leather collar, and black leather wrist and ankle cuffs.  She looked fantastic.

       Megan was helped by her mother and myself.  I wanted her costume to be perfect, yet, easy to handle.  First, she donned a very small spandex swim suit.  The bottom was merely a “G” string thong, which covered nothing.  It went around her waist, with the crotch piece dipping down and disappearing in her pussy and ass.  Everything was exposed.  The top was a matching “G” string bra , not quite covering her nipples.  Next came another bikini which covered just enough to keep her from being arrested at a public swimming pool.  This was worn over the “G” string swim suit.  The next two item was a two piece sun dress.  The top was a white silk halter top, which tied behind the neck and waist of the wearer.  There was a matching very short black mini-skirt worn with the top.  While the skirt was relatively tight, it zippered all the way down making it easy to remove from her hips. If you have noticed, all these items of clothing can be removed from a bound woman without having to release her from her bonds.  Lastly, Megan was wearing a pair of thigh high stockings with lace and elastic around the top.  These came up her delightful legs high enough to place the lace just below her cunt.  Megan was very excited about the possibilities, and loved the way her costume made her look, which was very hot.  Her feet were shod in a pair of black patent leather high heel pumps.  To finish her costume, her wrists were locked behind her back with leather wrist cuffs, and a leather strap was used to tightly  secure her elbows behind her back.  Jayne put the finishing touch on Megan’s make up and hair.

       Megan was beautiful.  By the time Jayne and I got her ready, my cock was a full rut.  I wanted to fuck her, make her suck me, anything, but I didn’t want to mess her up, at least not before the poker game.  I wanted her to look her best, so that every man in the room would want to ravish her.  I kissed her on the cheek while I squeezed her breast with one hand, and patted her cunt with the other.  My cock ached.

       A naked Jayne took Megan into my office at the back of the house, and left her there until the game started.  To give Megan the feeling of being a prisoner, Jayne even locked the door to the room.  Now, I finished Jayne’s attire.  Yeah, I have already mentioned her collar, cuffs, garter belt, hose and heels, but there is an addition.  I produced a penis gag from a dresser drawer.  The penis mouth insert was not particularly large, just enough to silence her, and allow her to wear the gag for an extended length of time.  This one is unique in that the gag can be locked on the a slave and cannot be removed without the key.

       “Uh, Jack…, Sir, do I need to be gagged when serving?”

       I replied, “Yep, you do.  I want Megan to be featured this evening.  I don’t want any one to get lonely while watching someone do something with Megan, and decide you need to suck his cock.  A locking gag eliminates the possibilities.”

       Jayne nodded her head, “Yessir.”

       She opened her mouth and I inserted the penis gag, and after pulling the strap tight, I locked the buckle in that position.  I don’t know about you, but I love to see a pretty face, with her pretty mouth gagged.  Makes your cock ache.

       About that that time, the door bell rang, signaling the arrival of the players.  I had Jayne go to the door and great each player.  The look on the faces of each of the men was great.  To be greeted at the door by a beautiful naked, gagged, nigh heel shod sex slave is the fantasy of every man.  Jayne sure fit the description.  Each of them looked at Jayne, and wondered if she were the prize of the evening, and if so, why was she naked.  They did take advantage of her greeting.  She was kissed on her gagged mouth, hugged and fondled by each guest.

       The players were in the orgy room and were seated, munching on snacks and enjoying a glass of beer.  They enjoyed Jayne serving them, and each made sure they felt her ass, pinched a nipple or fingered her pussy as she served them.  Each player was still dressed.  There is a reason for this.  This makes the poker prize slave more conscious of her vulnerability and nakedness, as she is the only one in the room without clothing.  In fact, as I think about this, two of the men, Sean and George, had never been seen by Megan while they were wearing clothing.  She had only seen them naked at our gatherings.

       As I broke out the deck of cards, I turned to Jayne, and said, “Sweet Slave, will you get our prize for the evening?”

       Jayne turned and walked up the stairs of the orgy room.  Every man at the table turned and watched her magnificent ass and high heel shod legs as she walked up the stairs.  In a minute or two, we heard two sets of high heel on the stairs.  Once again we were greeted with the fabulous naked body of the gagged Jayne, leading a well dressed Megan with a leash attached to her collar.  Not a word was said as every man watched.  As Jayne and Megan approached the game table, I heard Sean utter something about me being a luck bastard.  I agree with him.

       “Gentlemen, our evening poker prize is the sex slave you see before you.  Here’s the rules.  No spit in the ocean, or some other weird card move.  However, one-eyed Jacks are wild.  When you win a hand, the slave will come to you and you can remove an article of clothing.  The slave is to stand or kneel next to you while you fondle the part of her you undressed, until the next hand is won, then she will belong to the guy who won that next hand.  At the end, we will play for the slave.  No fucking or sucking until the last hand.  That hand decides her fate.  The winner decides what is to happen to her.  After he has had his winning satisfied, then she is at the whim of other players.  Agreed?”

       Every one agreed and were anxious to get started.  Even though Megan was dressed, she did look good.  While Jayne stood behind me with her wrists crossed behind her back and her legs in an open stance, I made Megan walk around, displaying herself, then had her stand behind me with her mother.  I dealt the cards.  We played five card draw.

       Each player looked at his cards, and when asked, Sean wanted two and Jim Collins wanted one.  I was sitting there with a pair of Jacks.  I took two cards. Time to show the cards.  Each man laid his cards on the table.  I won with three Jacks.  Even though I had no control of the cards, I wanted to win.  I wanted to be the first player to remove an article of clothing from Megan.

       Megan came to me, and as ordered, turned her back to me while I untied her halter top and removed it.  I moved my hands around her and grasped her magnificent breasts.  I kissed her on the neck as I fondled her.  Her bound hands were grasping my rigid cock through my pants.  She is indeed a treasure.

       Megan stood close to me as I dealt the next hand.  After a bit more give and take, Jim Collins won the next hand.  Megan walked around the table to him.  Slowly he unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.  He turned to Jayne and ordered her to pick it up.  Jayne was a delight to watch as she did so.  Jim ran his hands over Megan’s ass, and rubbed her pussy through the bikinis she was wearing.

       The next hand went to Jim Collins again.  He took great pleasure in removing her bikini top, revealing the thong type bikini top which just barely covered her nipples, leaving the rest of her breasts on display.  Jim spent the next few moments playing with Megan’s breasts.  Time for the next hand

       Meg was on her knees next to Jim Collins as he fondled her breasts, while I dealt the next hand.  I thought Sean probably had a poor hand as he asked for three cards.  Well, I was wrong.  He had a pair of kings and a pair of eights to win this hand.  Jim helped Megan up and she walked around to Sean McAlpine.  Without fanfare, he promptly removed the regular bikini bottom.  Now Megan was wearing the thong top and thong bottom.  The bottom covered nothing.  Sean gave her ass a couple sound spanks with his hand, then grasped her nipple, pulling on them, making her bow down to his face.  He kissed her.  As the next hand was being dealt, he was running his had between her legs, fondling her cunt.  It was obvious that all this fondling and sexual attention was turning Megan on.  As Sean played with her cunt, I could tell she was beginning to hump her hips, rubbing her pussy against his hand.  Her eyes were closed and her breathing had quickened.  I looked back at my naked and gagged Jayne.  She was watching her daughter with pride, as I was doing.  Yeah, Sean is right, I am the luckiest bastard in town.

       The next hand went to George Watkins.  Megan went to him and stood passively as he removed the thong bikini top.  He slapped both her breasts, then bent down to suck her nipples.  He was fondling her cunt as he did so.  Now, Megan was having trouble.  She was very aroused and George was making her more so.  He quit before there was a crisis.  Slapping her breasts again, he sat down for the next had which would removed the last remaining “garment”, the thong bottom which left her ass and pussy exposed.

       That hand was won by myself.  I watched as a smiling Megan walked to me.  As she walked up to me, I could see the lust on her face.

       “Slave, you must remember, you are not to have a cum until you have permissions.  Do you understand?”

       Megan, smiling answered, “Yes Sir, I understand,”

       I removed the last bit of fabric on her body.  She was magnificent.  Megan moaned and closed her eyes as I inserted my finger in her steaming hot cunt.  I finger fucked her for a moment, then turned back to the cards.

       “Gentlemen, this is the last hand.  This will decide who dictates what happens to our slave.  Lets see what the cards have to say”

       Megan moved closer to me as I dealt the cards.  Her body was touching mine.  I did not want to win this hand  Unseen to anyone else, I made sure no one could see that I drew a pair of queens.  When asked if I wanted more cards, I tossed the two queens on the table and asked for two more.  I got a six of spades and a deuce of clubs.  My hand was nothing but trash cards.  The other players lay their cards on the table, and Sean McApine won.

       Sean ordered Megan to his chair.  She responded as her mother and I watched.  Sean grabbed her about the waist and promptly put her across his lap.  Megan’s ass was up, and exposed, ready for a spanking.  Sean ran his hand between her legs and put his fingers in her pussy.  He worked his fingers in and out of her cunt.  Quickly Megan was humping his hand.  When it appeared she was about to climax, he pulled his fingers from her heated passage and began spanking her ass.  Megan began to squirm, them started to moan with pain.  Just about the time tears began to form in her pretty eyes, Sean stopped and picked her up.  He turned her around, and picking her up, he sat her down on the table facing him.  He pushed her back, making her lay on her bound arms and wrists.  He pulled her legs apart and slapped the insides of her creamy thighs.  Next, to my surprise, he leaned forward and put his mouth against her cunt.  Megan gasped with delight as Sean’s lips and tongue were working on her pussy.  He nibbled on her clit causing her to go into spasms of sexual delight.  He kept up his oral attack on Megan’s pussy until she could not handle it any more.  Her body was shaking and her hips here humping like a mad woman.  Her sweet voice was just one constant moan as her climax reached it’s zenith.  Sean continued his assault as he reached over and grabbed her breasts, working and kneading them as he sucked her pussy.  It seems as if she climaxed again, but it was hard to tell as she kept moaning and humping his face and mouth.  It was a beautiful thing to see.  Megan’s mother was now standing beside me, turned so her pussy was pressing against my shoulder.  Her hands were rubbing my neck as I could hear her labored breathing from behind her penis gag.

       Sean finally stood up, and looking down at Megan, said, “Slave, you know you cannot have a cum without permission.  I suspect you just had about three.  You need to be punished for such a serious violation of slave rules.”

       Sean slapped Megan’s pussy and turned to Jayne, “Slave, get me some rope and a flogger whip!”

       Jayne responded, from the wall brought several strands of rope, along with medium weighted flogger type whip.  Quickly, Sean spread Megan’s splayed legs and tied them to the table legs.   Another rope went around her naked waist, tying her down to the table.  Without uttering another words, he brought the whip down on Megan’s pussy.  The four serious lashes were heard and Megan flinched with each one.  Then, Sean did a curious thing.  He stopped whipping her as he undressed.  An aroused and intimidated Megan watched.  Sean’s cock was painfully rigid.  Picking up the whip, he started rubbing it gently across Megan’s pussy lips.  He kept stroking her cunt with his whip.  When she began to respond, gently moving her hips against the whip, his strokes became a little more pronounced.  Megan started to respond to this, moving her hips and pussy.  It was apparent that she was being aroused by this.

       As the whip stroked became a little harder, Megan’s eyes closed, her mouth open and slack, breathing out soft moans of pleasure.  Sean kept working the whip, pushing Megan even high until she was humping a seemingly invisible lover.  As she approached the crisis stage, her orgasm raiding rising to the top, Sean raised his whip and brought it down hard, again and again.  It seemed as if Megan’s body exploded as another climax ripped though her.  Sean kept whipping her until her cum was beginning to subside.  Then he stepped back and watched as Megan continued to hump her “invisible lover”.  When she finally came back to earth, Sean untied her legs and made her get on her knees, taking her cock in his mouth and sucking him to a climax.  All of us gathered there were amazed at what we had just witnessed.  The whipping of Megan until she had a climax was incredible.

       By now I had removed Jayne’s gag.  As I Hugged her, she turned to me and said, “I have never seen anything like that before.  That was the amazing thing I have ever seen.  It was beautiful.”

       I stepped forward and shook Sean’s hand, “Man that was amazing.  It was indeed  beautiful.”

       Sean just smiled as he looked down on a sated Megan.

       The evening took a familiar course with Megan being the center of activity.  At one point, she was tied on her back to the card table with her head hanging off one side and her cunt available on the other side.  George was fucking her cunt, while Sean was fucking her mouth.  True to his nature, Sean had a light weight flogger whip.  He was using it to whip Megan’s breasts while he was mouth fucking her.

       My cock was aching from everything happening around me.  I sat down on a couch and had Jayne straddle my thighs and lap, placing her soaking wet cunt over my raging cock.  I had her impale herself on it and to fuck me.  We both came to excellent climaxes.  While I was sitting there, recovering, Jim Collins claimed Jayne for a while.

       Before the evening was over, both Jayne and Megan well fucked.  It was amazing, violent, and beautiful all the same time.  Sean is an artist with a whip.  I must talk with him, to learn the intricate details of how you whip a woman to a cum.  As he was zipping up his trousers, Jim Collins announced next month’s poker game would be at his house, with Betsy as the evenings prize.  Life is indeed good.