Losing at Poer

Self awareness training for god's sake, can't they think of something better for our training? Two weeks of what I thought would be a waste of time actually wasn't. As far as work was concerned it was a waste but for me I did learn something although I don't know how.

I learned that I am submissive, I have always been a people pleaser and never the leader, deputy head girl and vice captain of the netball team. My parents were very strict and made me go to church every week, singing in the choir and ringing bells.

So they were pleased when I started training as a nurse and as expected I am the band 6 on a ward which is run by a band 7. The band 7 is a cow finding fault whenever she can, I always get the feeling that pleasing her is impossible. It was on the course that I realised why I get aroused when she gives me a bollocking.

I have two weeks leave following the course and decided to have a game of strip poker with my partner. We have been living together for fourteen months and have a good loving relationship. He plays poker online so will expect to win.

Having watched him play quite often I had a good idea about the game and as I wanted to lose it should be easy. In preparation for him getting home from work I dressed up a little. A short summer dress, a bra and knickers and a pair of high heels. Not a lot to wear for playing strip poker if you want to win; which I didn't.

He normally plays Texas Holdem, a bit of a complicated game. I decided to arrange the cards so that he would have a good hand and keep betting. Each player initially is dealt two cards, the hole cards, and they each bet on them. Three cards are laid face up, this is called the flop, if your hand including the flop is worth it another round of betting.

Two further cards are dealt, the turn and the river and each is bet on. The best five card poker hand is selected from the seven cards and bet on until somebody calls then the cards are shown.

I set up the cards so that Chris would get a pair of sixes in his hole and the face up cards would be two 8's, two 6's and a king. This would give him four sixes an excellent hand, I would have an eight and king giving me a full house also a good hand but not good enough. I was getting aroused thinking about it.

I ordered a takeaway and when we had finished we started our game. I brought the preset cards over, cutting them as I came back to the table, I was replacing them in the order I wanted, I was licking my lips and shaking my tits, doing my best to distract him from my hands.

I dealt two cards each, his eyes lit up when he saw the two sixes, it's a good job he only gambles online. "A pair of shoes," he said, taking his shoes off.

"A sexy pair of shoes," I countered. "One of my fuck me heels should be the equivalent of a pair of your brogues," I taunted.

"A shoe is a shoe," he replied. I wasn't going to argue. I dealt the three flop cards face up to the centre of the table, an eight, a six and a king. This gave Chris an excellent hand of three sixes. "Shirt," he bet, taking it off showing his hairy chest.

I smiled at him and wiggled as I pulled my dress up. As the hem reached my waist I crossed my arms and very slowly pulled it over my tits then off altogether. I looked him in the eye, he looked me in the erect nipples trying to poke through my bra.

He was running his fingers through his thick black hair which went well with my natural blond hair. "Deal," he gruffly said. I turned the turn card over, another eight. Without a word he unfastened his trousers, pulled the zip down and threw them to the side.

He could have taken his socks off but just maybe he wanted to show off his boxer shorts which were tented by his magnificent cock. I think I could detect a small wet patch of precum. He was probably excited about his hand of cards.

I stood, put my hands behind my back and unfastened my bra, holding it with my arms I cupped the cups. Keeping my tits covered I pulled the straps off my shoulders before throwing my bra away with a flourish. Chris was looking quite excited as I shimmied my naked tits.

Now I have lovely tits, large and firm but why they were exciting him so much now I don't know he has seen them plenty of times. The tip of his cock had moved upwards leaving a wet trail up his shorts.

I turned the final card, the river card, a six. His face lit up again. He put his thumbs in the side of his boxers and pushed them down, his cock went down with them until it sprang up hitting his stomach. Very impressive.

I stood up, turning my back. I locked my thumbs into the sides of my knickers and slowly bent over pushing them down. Keeping my legs straight I knew that my wet cunt would soon be on display to him, letting him know how ready I was.

He took his socks off. "It would appear that you have nothing to bet, I'm surprised you had so few clothes on as you arranged this game."

"I would not cheat, I wanted us to start on an even playing field," I lied. "I will bid a day doing whatever you want with me." He looked pleased. Shit I've done it, there's no taking it back now. My heart rate was probably in the nineties.

"I'll raise your bid and will be your slave for a week." He was obviously confident that he would win.

"I will bid doing everything you want for two weeks and call," I said, laying my cards down. "Beat that," I said, full of pretend confidence. But real excitement, trepidation, fear, hope and a very wet cunt.

He grinned as he lay his four of a kind down. "I win, I think, get on your knees and suck my cock."

Fuck me, no messing. "Yes sir," Oh yes this is what I want, I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth, looking up at him, his brown eyes with those lashes that any girl would be proud of looking down at me. I love this man and I love his cock.

I'm not sure that it is sucking his cock that turns me on as much as kneeling at his feet... whatever my cunt is sopping. I wondered if I should do something to annoy him so that he would punish me? Not yet, too soon. I sucked him to climax.

"Thank you sir," I said as I swallowed all his cum. "Thank you sir." I said again. My cunt was dripping, my nipples were jutting and my head was all over the place.

"Stand up," he whispered in that voice that sends spasms to my cunt. I quickly stood in front of him with my hands behind my back and my hips pushed forward. He pushed two fingers into me.

"What a slut you are. I'll not have you with no clothes on. You will wear what I put out for you each day. Now go to the bedroom and fetch some red stockings and a red suspender belt." he ordered. Slut sent shivers through me. I am going to be his slut for two weeks or maybe more.

I turned and walked out, swaying my arse. He knew I had red stockings, he bought them for me. He wants to watch me put them on, it's one of his kinks that he says comes from the poster from the Graduate of Mrs Robinson putting her stocking on.

To be honest I always got turned on watching him watching me while I was doing it. Particularly without wearing knickers when I could try to prevent him seeing my cunt or pretend to hide it while giving him discrete flashes.

I returned to the lounge with the stockings draped around my neck artfully covering my nipples to find disappointingly that he had put his trousers and shirt back on. Standing in front of him I placed the belt around my waist, fastened it and twisted it round so the fasteners were at the back.

"Fetch that chair over." he ordered. 'Fetch' sent shivers through my cunt, that's what you say to a dog. I placed the chair in front of Chris, sat on it and took one of the stockings from around my neck and rolled it ready to put on.

I lifted my left leg giving him a quick flash of my cunt and started rolling the stocking up. I felt so sexy, so hot and the feeling was mutual I could see his cock was ascending again. We have been together for over a year and he has tasted, felt, smelt and seen in glorious close up my cunt, he has probably heard it as well. So why a quick flash should turn him on beats me.

I smoothed each stocking over my thighs before standing and fastening them to the suspenders. "Sit down, spread your legs," was his next instruction in a tone of voice that allowed no refusal. What's he doing to me? My spread legs displayed my wet cunt which together with my bursting out nipples showed how randy I was.

I'm sure my face had the same colour as the top of my chest, I was blushing in front of my boyfriend! I was loving the humiliation, I just needed him to fuck me. Please fuck me.

As I sat with everything displayed he got up and walked into the bedroom. What the hell, what's he doing? He can't leave me like this, can he?

He sat opposite me again, pulled a trouser leg up and put his bare foot on my chair between my legs and inches from my cunt. "Massage my foot," he said, throwing me a tube of cream.

For fuck's sake, I don't like feet and he knows it. I massaged his foot as best I could and did the same with the other one. "Go into the bedroom, lay on your back with your legs spread. You may use the bathroom first." He took his belt off, folded it into four and put it in my mouth.

I walked to the bathroom, my brain was scrambled, my whole body was a mass of desire. I peed, washed my hands and cleaned my teeth. With the belt back in my mouth I lay on the bed, fully exposed.

"Very good, that will be your favoured position." He took the belt out of my mouth and with it in half pulled it so that the halves slammed together making a sharp frightening, bum-tensing crack.

I was looking at him between my legs as he stood at the end of the bed. He was naked again, his cock standing proud, holding the belt in a menacing manner.

He was on me, kissing me, I could feel cock rubbing up and down on my clit, his balls hitting my cunt. His hairy chest crushing my tits, chafing my nipples, it was heaven. Suddenly he was fucking me, loving me. The sparks flew from my cunt to my tits to everywhere else. I held him to me with both arms and legs as I shouted "Thank you sir. Thank you sir," and other crude words.

"Get to bed you need to be up early in the morning as I have to be at work early. I crawled under the covers, my cunt leaking, my nipples sore and feeling wonderful.

I slept the sleep of the just, the just fucked senseless that is.

It seemed I had only been asleep for a few minutes and in the middle of a wonderful dream where I was on an exotic beach with Chris' finger in my cunt when I was woken in a double bed with Chris' finger in my cunt.

"Wakey, wakey sleepy head, make breakfast while I have a shower. Put your shoes on," he said as he removed his finger leaving me with that empty feeling. I staggered out of bed and put on the heels. I still had the stockings and suspender belt on from yesterday.

I made coffee and carefully cooked eggs and bacon for him. He came into the kitchen in his business suit, so smart, so sexy. He sat and ate his breakfast. I took his plate away to put in the dishwasher. "Bend over the counter," he said.

Fuck, this is what I agreed to I suppose but I'm not ready. I bent over the counter with my legs apart. A finger went to my cunt. "A bit dry, you should be ready whenever I want you."

"Yeow!" He slapped my bum hard and again. My cunt responded with a gush and his cock was in me straight away.

"Well my little slut a couple of slaps and your cunt is asking for it." How right he was. I pushed back to get as much of his cock in me as was humanly possible. He came very quickly. "Turn round, on your knees, open your mouth."

"Yes sir," I responded. My heart rate went up as I sucked his cock. He pulled out and wiped it on my hair.

"You will remain in the clothes you have got on until you have further instructions, do not wash," he said as he zipped his fly up and walked out.

I sat at the table and poured a coffee with shaky hands. I asked for this and it was wonderful. Exciting, frightening and so fucking amazing. Sitting there I was reliving the events since the card game and becoming hornier as each entered my thoughts. The humiliation turned me on so much.

Before I realised it my finger was rubbing my clit, I shouldn't be doing this I thought as my other hand started tweaking one of my nipples. There is no way I can stop now and it did not take me long to climax.

What a stinking mess I am, sweat but mainly semen and god know what else covering my inner thighs down to my stockings. I've to stay like this until he gives me further instructions. I hope nobody knocks on the door.

I went into the bedroom to strip the bed and tidy up when I saw that I had a message, my stomach churned. There were two messages.

Message one: Do not touch your cunt even after you have had a piss.

Message two: You will acknowledge any text I send immediately. You will have your phone with you at all times, stick it in your stocking top. You will be punished.

I texted back: Sorry sir.

Shit! I looked at the time of the first text, shit! It was minutes after he left, probably before he started the car, certainly before I wanked myself off. He will see wanking as more serious than wiping after a piss. The thought of being punished brought me out in goosebumps.

I spent the rest of the morning cleaning, washing and generally keeping busy. I was uncomfortable in my stockings and even more in the stupid heels which are designed for getting fucked in or at least inviting a fuck.

My feet are sore, I just want to get in the shower. Not wiping my cunt after a piss is disgusting, shaking does no good. The only good thing was having no visitors.

Two o'clock and my phone pinged with a text message: Shower, bath if you want. Dress in bra, knickers, fresh stockings and suspenders, the waist cincher thing, short dress and high heels. Be ready at five.

Yes sir I texted back and quickly took my shoes off. Thank you, thank you; I started the bath running and rushed into the shower. I took my stockings off as the hot water hammered down deliciously. I washed my thighs and didn't want to take that mess into my bath.

I was joined in the bath by my favourite oils and smellies. I relaxed for the first time today. If I hadn't been in such a rush I'd have had candles and wine. I could have spent a few hours in that bath but needed to get ready.

I got back in the shower to wash my natural blond hair and dried myself. I used my favourite body lotion and spent some time on my hair making it look unkempt as he likes it. I applied my makeup carefully, a little more than usual but not slutty.

He arrived at five as promised, kissed me on the cheek not wanting to disturb my makeup. "We are going out for a meal my little slut, the taxi will be here in a minute." he told me and on time it turned up.

The restaurant was really nice, the salmon was to die for and Chris does know his wines. We arrived home, pleasantly tipsy. "Thank you for a lovely evening, Chris," I said.

"Did you mean thank you for a lovely evening SIR?

"Yes sir, sorry sir," I replied, realising my mistake.

"You appear to have made a few mistakes today, Perhaps you would like to list them,"

"Yes sir, I didn't answer your text." Should I tell him about my masturbating? "Sir, I played with my cunt before I saw your text." I confessed.

"Oh dear, you had better get me a glass of scotch while I decide what to do with you."

I said nothing, my cunt reacted in a very moist manner and shivers went up my back bone. I poured him a large single malt. When I returned he was sitting on the couch. "Alexa, play the stripper." the famous stripping tune came on. "Well get on with it," he ordered.

He wants me to do a striptease! Fuck! "Yes sir." this is so humiliating, I can't dance, he knows I am a lousy dancer. Can I be a good stripper? I doubt it but I know that the tease is what is important and for fucks sake he's seen me naked many times.

I swayed my hips and took the hem of my dress and slowly lifted it until the crotch of my knickers was on display, probably with the wet showing through. I moved to him and standing between his spread legs I tried to waft the smell of my cunt and my perfume to him.

He was laughing at me, fuck him I was doing my best. I seductively raised the dress showing first my knickers then my matching waist cincher, black lace with red flowers. My matching bra was see through enough to almost see my nipples or perhaps more than almost, that was the allure, the imagination works wonders. Also why I paid a fortune for them.

Throwing the dress to one side, I went to remove the waist cinch when two things happened the music stopped and Chris, no sir, said "Leave that, Alexa play the stripper on repeat."

What does he want me to take off? He likes stockings so all that's left is my bra and knickers, little tease in that. What the fuck, I sat on his knee much to his surprise and started unclipping my stocking.

He did not protest, at least I won't have to sleep with them on. This is getting exciting, I pulled the first stocking off and draped it round his neck, kissing him as I did so. I draped the second stocking around my neck before standing up. I felt in control, I can't dance but I can strip! Sitting on his lap I could feel that he was quite aroused by my strip.

The music went round again, something slower and less obvious would have been better. The bra was the next obvious item to be removed or maybe not. Should I take my knickers off and put them under his nose? It might get him to stop this and fuck me.

I turned my back on him, twerked my arse and lowered my knickers as I did so. I kept my legs straight and as I slowly pushed them down I knew that my wet cunt would show through my legs. I know what the phrase puffy pussy means, both my inner and outer lips were swollen and inviting.

When my knickers reached the floor I picked them up and slunk over to sir and placed them on his chest. Bet that smells better than your whisky. Putting my hands behind my back and unclipping my bra. I allowed it to fall forward, shrugging it off my shoulders and allowing it to rest on my tits. I am proud of my large upward pointing nipples which just managed to hold my bra. I shimmied my tits and threw it off.

"Alexa stop," he said as I stood there almost naked. "Another whisky and bring a chair, I want to talk." I poured another Scotch and brought a dining room chair which I placed opposite him, we've been here before I thought.

He was still holding my knickers. He walked behind me. "Breathe in," he said, pulling the cinch belt tighter, very tight, my waist was down to twenty inches, wow that was tight and like squeezing a lemon, juices were crushed into my cunt. I need to punish you but I did not realise how bad your misdemeanor was. Sit on the chair and play with your cunt like you did this morning.

Nooooooo, I can't do that, so humiliating no, no, please don't make me do that. I thought. "Yes sir," I said as I sat on the chair. My dripping cunt and rock hard nipples give away my true feelings about my humiliation.

With my legs open as far as I could I started fingering my clit, all the time looking at Chris. I inserted two fingers and used my thumb on my clit and my hand on my tit. He was smiling at me "Was that how you did it this morning?"

"Yes sir."

Standing he said "leave your tits alone." he walked behind me and put his hands under my tits lifting them, jiggling them. He squeezed both my nipples, sending more waves to my cunt. I could feel his hard cock on the back of my head.

"Sir, I'm about to cum," I screeched.

"That's okay, but don't stop playing with your cunt." The climax hit not like a storm, more like a shower. not like when he makes me cum.

"Wanking is a serious offence and deserves immediate punishment. Stand up, leave your cunt alone." My stomach churned, what was the punishment to be? He sat on the chair. "Get over my knee." He's going to spank me, oh yes. I lay across his lap.