Losing @ Poer 5

Fiona arrived at ten o'clock on the dot. I was wearing a blue summer dress, a bra, a thong, heels, my collar and a butt plug. I was also covered with the words, 'Chris' hole' with an arrow pointing to my cunt. Under my tits were the words 'Tradesmen use back door' and on my back 'Tradesman's entrance,' with an arrow pointing down.

May I say the tradesman's entrance had never been used apart from the small butt plug I'm wearing now. Fortunately from the outside I looked respectable.

Fiona is taller than me, prettier than me, cleverer than me and my best friend. We have been friends since she was a student nurse spending some time on my ward where I was a Staff Nurse. We hit it off immediately. She is now the same grade as me and on her way up, she'll be running a ward soon and I'm sure the hospital in a few years.

We set off in her car, she hardly stopped talking and laughing by the time we reached the Mall I was laughing along with her. She parked the car. "Let's go for a coffee before we start," I said. If we are going to be trying on clothes I have some explaining to do.

Let me describe her; she walks with a sway, nothing false about it, all natural. She is black, her hair, normally tied back at work, is a mass of springs around her head. Her grin is wide, her very full lips cover the whitest teeth.

She is shapelier than me, bigger tits and arse and smaller waist. I have better legs! We were sitting drinking coffee. "You know my partner Chris?" I asked knowing she did.

"Yes, I have met him several times," she answered.

"I decided to spice up our love life and try something I have wanted to do for ages. So I rigged a pack of cards so I would lose at strip poker. When we were both naked I bet that for two weeks I would do anything he told me to."

"Wow that was a risk, what did he make you do?!"

"He won of course because that is what I had arranged. Firstly we had wonderful sex, great orgasms, I have to wear what he tells me. He took me to a sex shop where I may have been filmed in the changing room. He spanked me, made me crawl to him. So much more and I love it. I love / hate / fear the humiliation but it really turns me on."

"Fucking hell," said Fiona. Not one to mince her words. "Have you ever refused to do anything?"

"Not yet, he put his finger in my bumhole and said that it was not going to last the fortnight without him fucking it."

"Shit, are you going to do it?"

"Oh, yes! I am preparing for it. Another thing he did was write on me with a Sharpie, degrading things that he threatens to let people see. There have been times when I have been exposed, hopefully nobody saw me."

"Have you got writing on you now?"

"Yes."

"Wow, let's go shopping for a new dress for you."

We set off for a large department store. I was feeling embarrassed at what I was going to be showing my best friend. She selected a couple of dresses and led me into the changing rooms.

We squeezed into a cubicle and Fiona quickly encouraged me to strip off. Here goes, I pulled the dress over my head and stood there in a bra and knickers.

"Wow, tradesmen use back door, did anybody see it?"

"No but I had to be naked all day, even when you face timed."

"Fuck!"

"You've not seen the back yet," I turned round.

"Fuck! tradesmen's entrance and you've got a plug in your arse!"

"Shhhh, don't tell everybody."

"It sounds like fun," she giggled. "Although not fun, frightening even; certainly knicker wetting." I laughed.

"So true," I said looking down at the damp patch on my knickers.

"Mine too, let's get out of here. We need to talk." We bought the dresses we had and went back to the cafe. Sitting with our coffee and a cream cake, Fiona started with a barrage of questions. "Are you glad you did it? Does he hurt you? What will you do when the two weeks are up?"

"Slow down," I said. "Yes I'm glad I started and I don't know what I will do at the end, I think carry on perhaps not all the time, I don't want to do all the cleaning."

"You said he spanked you, did that hurt?"

"Yes...no, it did, but not like it hurt. More... I don't know, hurt is nasty, bad; this was pleasant, almost like sex. The best foreplay ever."

"Shit! I don't know, it sounds exciting. Do you think I would like it?"

"You! You're a leader, in no way are you a submissive, you'll be running the hospital one day. You give orders, not take them."

"True but perhaps a short spell of giving control to someone else now and again would be beneficial and relaxing."

"Relaxing is not what I would call it." I was confused with the turn of events, the last thing I expected was this response. I knew she would support me, even laugh at me but whatever she would have my back.

"How would you feel about sharing him occasionally?"

"What!" The strongest person I know wants to share my partner, when he was the master. Do I want to share him? No! Do I want to share him with Fiona? Maybe.

"Give me a minute. He might prefer you, love you, he might want you more than me."

"You stupid girl, he loves you to bits, he would never leave you and I would not steal my best friend's love."

"But you are gorgeous, any man would prefer you."

"Okay then it was just a thought."

"No, no I'm not rejecting the idea, how would we do it?"

"I'm very fond of a game of cards." She laughed, I laughed. And that was how we became conspirators in becoming slaves.

We called at Fiona's flat to pick up some clothes for an overnight stay. We shopped for dinner and returned home. We were like school girls all afternoon, larking about and chuckling. We discussed many 'what ifs', what if he did this or that.

We prepared dinner and we prepared the cards. When Chris came home he was greeted by two 'Stepford wives' perfect obedient ladies. I served the meal and when it was finished Fiona said: "I'd love a game of cards."

Chris raised an eyebrow. "What a good idea, I bet you play poker."

"How did you know?"

"Just an inkling."

"Bet you daren't play strip poker?" questioned Fiona.

"With a beautiful lady like you, how could I resist?"

And as planned we all ended up naked and Fiona had bet a week's obedience, losing of course. "Well that was a surprise, I didn't expect to win." Sarcasm I think.

Picking up his glass of wine he moved to the couch. "Slut, on your knees, suck my cock, no hands. Fiona stand over slut with a leg on each side and your hands on your head." He wasn't messing about. I quickly had his cock in my mouth.

"I like your tits, big with very pointy black nipples. Is it cold in here slut?"

"No, thir," I replied as best as I could.

"I wonder then why her nipples are sticking out. You have lovely thick lips which will look nice around my cock, they would be better with bright red lipstick. In fact your cunt lips are quite bulbous and would also look better bright red. Hold your cunt open."

Although I couldn't actually see her I assume she did as ordered. "What do you say when given an order?"

"Thank you?"

"Stupid bitch, before you carry out the order you say yes sir, understand?"

"Yes sir," she didn't sound as confident.

"Bend your legs, hips forward and hold your cunt open. As I thought, your sloppy cunt is dripping. I wonder if it's you turning her on slut. Lean forward and purse your lips."

Crack he slapped her face. "Did you say yes sir when I gave you the instruction?"

"No sir." Slap again,

"Perhaps you will remember in future."

"Yes sir."

"Slut, fetch some red lipstick, I think slattern here needs brightening up. take her place on your knees in front of me." She got on her knees and went to suck him off. "No your lips aren't ready, spit between your tits you can give me a titty fuck."

When I returned with the lipstick Fiona was on her knees leaning over Chris rubbing his cock between her tits, tits that were made from the job. "Here's the lipstick sir," I said.

"Excellent, you can put it on this whore, both sets of lips. Stand up, let me watch you put the lipstick on." Fiona stood and I put the lipstick on her beautiful lips. "Now her cunt." I was a bit at a loss, I've never put lipstick on a vulva before.

I knelt and Fi thrust her hips forward, she was smiling, nervously I thought. I started applying it, I was blushing, in fact I seem to have spent a lot of time with a red face. When I had finished I was told to give the lipstick to Fiona and she did the same to me.

"Do her nipples as well," he ordered.so of course she obeyed. All going to plan so far. Stand next to each other while I inspect you both. He walked round Fiona pinching her nipple, playing with her tits, finger in her cunt and then her mouth. He slapped her arse.

He walked around me doing much the same thing. "Now girls go behind the couch and bend over the back." So there we were waiting to be spanked or fucked, hopefully both.

"One of the things I hate is cheats. As a card player I really hate cheats and you both cheated me when we played, today and last week so you need to be punished.

"But sir you won," I attempted to appease him.

"Exactly what you wanted, fortunately I made a purchase that will save my hand from stinging." He went out, when he returned he was carrying a whip with lots of leather strands.

"Ouch," I cried, that hurt, twice.

"Ouch," this time from Fiona, twice.

"Do you really think I'm stupid? It was so obvious that you had rigged the cards. I am not complaining about the result, just that you take me for a fool." Whack, whack, whack, whack. Followed by a similar number of ouches.

I felt a finger in my pussy and could hear that he was fucking Fiona but not for long as he was soon fucking me. Again not for long, he moved round and pulled Fiona towards him by her hair until his cock was in her mouth, straight from my cunt.

I don't know if she liked the taste but she did not protest, I was dragged forward by my hair and soon sucked his cock.

He started again, four smacks four ouches then fucking me first this time then Fiona. His cock in my mouth is direct from Fiona's cunt. "Right bitches, on your knees, hands behind your back." He put his cock in mouths alternatively, finally coming over my face.

"Oh dear, what a mess, lick it off Fiona," he ordered, I think he was testing her. If he was, she passed. "Well done, bitch, you have done all that is asked of you. If you survive the night you will be rewarded tomorrow he said putting his cock in her mouth for her to clean it.

He produced two pairs of pink fluffy handcuffs and fastened our hands behind our backs. "Go and get ready for bed I will sleep in the middle. He sent us off upstairs while he went and got himself a whisky.

I'm glad I was with my best friend, naked and getting ready for bed with someone is bad enough, having your hands tied behind your back is a big test of friendship. The first thing is having a wee. Easy when you have no clothes on. But how do you wipe your pussy?

Pussy wiping is not possible with your hands behind your back. So you either drip dry or ask your best friend to do it for you. Fiona happily did, after all she had put lipstick on my vulva. She wiped my pussy with a little more pressure than I would do it. She was doing it behind her back and couldn't see what he was doing.

I did the same for her, we were past the point of embarrassment. "He is testing you, do you want to continue?" I asked.

"You know me, I can't resist a challenge, apart from that I'm not going through that without an orgasm. I will get an orgasm won't I?"

"Oh yes and it will blow your mind."

We went to the bedroom and lay on each side of the bed, facing each other and quietly giggling at the ridiculousness of our situation. Chris came in, his cock fully erect."On your stomachs," he snapped.

He unfastened one of my cuffs. "Turn over." He pulled my arms above my head and cuffed me round the bedpost. He moved to Fiona and slapped her arse. "We have a spare bedroom if you want to welch on your bet," he offered her an outlet.

"I like it here thank you sir," she smiled as she spoke. He fastened her to the other bedpost before coming across and fucking me. No foreplay, no checking if I was ready, straight in. His hands were pressing on my tits as he fucked me oh so hard.

"Fuck, fuck, aaarrrggghhh," I screamed as the lightening shot from my cunt all around my body. Oh fuck, he's never going to stop. Here I go again "Fuck, fuck, fuck," another orgasm. Poor Fi laying next to me seeing and hearing me have the most wonderful climax. Not that I thought that at the time.

Eventually he shot into me, pulled out and walked round the bed. He got hold of Fiona's wild hair with both hands and shoved his juice soaked cock in her mouth. He climbed in between us, pulled the sheet up, turned his back on me and had his hand on Fiona's tit.

I slept, I think they did as well. "Good morning you filthy sluts I think you are in need of a shower, first stick this up slut's arsehole," he said, unfastening her and handing her my butt plug.

He set me free. "On your knees slut, spread your cheeks. You may have to lubricate it with her pussy juice. You can guarantee it will be wet, she's such a whore."

Fiona seemed to enjoy playing with the plug and my cunt, it was certainly well lubricated when she pushed it up my arse. "Well done, now get in the shower." We trotted off to the shower.

We washed each other and laughed, "What do you think will happen today?" Fiona asked.

"I don't know, it will be frightening, thrilling, hopefully orgasmic." I replied.

We returned to the bedroom, dried our hair, applied makeup and waited. We had not been left any clothes or been told what to do so we waited naked.

Chris came into the bedroom wearing only a flat cap and carrying a spanner. His idea of humour, the tradesman! At least I knew what I was in for. Fiona laughed, Chris smiled as he lay back on the bed.

"Fiona, take the plug out of slut's arse. If you would like to have a tradesman ask slut to stick it up yours." He really is pushing her, I wonder what she is thinking, what she will do?

She took my plug out and gave it to me before bending over and spreading her cheeks. I picked up some lube that had been left on the side, doused the plug and Fi's arsehole and slowly inserted the butt plug. Fi let out a groan.

"Now slut I will explain how we will do this. You will straddle me and lower your arsehole onto my cock. You can go as fast or as slow as you like. Fiona will be in charge of keeping cock and arsehole lubed and holding my cock to guide it in."

Fuck I wasn't even sure I wanted my arse fucking, maybe but nor yet or... hell I suppose it's too late. At least it will be a new experience and to be honest with myself I can back out.

As I squatted over Chris I could see Fiona's hand massaging his cock with the glistening lube before it was on and in my arsehole. Fuck that's my best friend with her finger in my arse!

I spread my cheeks and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. I could feel it pressing against my sphincter. Relax, relax, relax as Frankie said in the song. I did my best and suddenly it popped through, he was in, only a little way but the main obstacle passed.

I slowly lowered and raised myself going a little deeper each time. Fiona was still holding his cock. He was looking into my eyes and smiling. "Good girl," he said. And my pussy grew a little wetter. One of his hands went to my clit and the other to my tit.

There was some pain but not as much as I expected, not as much as when I lost my virginity but that's another story. I was working it further and further in, Fiona had moved her hand. I could feel his pubes on my arse! Success!

The whole adventure, the sensations in my arse, my clit and my tit tilted me over the edge. I wailed, I clenched my arse as I climaxed which seemed to be the catalyst for him as he shot his cum in my bum.

I collapsed forward, giving Fi a perfect view of his cock in my arse. "Well done my sweet," Chris said, kissing me. "All this exercise has made me hungry, get some breakfast on, girls." Talk about ruining the mood with practicalities.

"What was it like?" Fiona asked.

"It was okay, not that painful, which was my big fear. Sexually quite arousing, I don't know if I would climax on anal alone, having my arse, clit and tit stimulated. I loved it, I think a lot of the exhilaration is in the head. You don't get more submissive, more humbling than having your arse fucked."

"Do you think he will fuck my arse?"

"You have invited him with that plug in your arse although I don't think it will be today."

We finished breakfast and Chris found us some clothes to wear. He emptied Fiona's bag onto the bed, she had been wise enough to bring stockings and sexy underwear. "Very nice, I see you dress to impress." he threw the suspender belt and stockings to her. He picked up several pairs of sexy knickers but discarded them. Going commando then.

A short skirt, a kilt really and a white blouse. No bra? Her tits were firm enough for her to get away with it. As if she wasn't tall enough, some four inch heels. "You may remove the plug from your arse if it is too painful," Chris offered.

"Thank you sir but I am fine." Fiona replied.

He gave me a dress, stockings and heels.

"In that case let's go," he said. Leading to the local pub where we had a drink and a meal sitting outside in the glorious sunshine. Both Fiona and I were uncomfortable. Trying to sit in short skirts and no knickers.

"Fiona you have been such a good girl, I think we should discuss how we should reward you. Your arsehole is safe for now but I quite like a fuck while you have a butt plug insitu. I think you liked slut's writing, so I quite fancy writing whore, cunt and fuck me on you. Fastening you to the upstairs window so anyone passing can see you. After you have been spreadeagled there I'll come and fuck you"

I don't know how this affected Fiona but I was quite moist.

"We will go for a walk on the beach, it is too nice to be inside." he dictated. We have a wonderful beach and there can be little better than using it on a day like today. We walked the full length, carrying our shoes, there's no way you can walk on soft sand in heels.

We had to concentrate on keeping our skirts down in the warm sea breeze which pushed Fiona's blouse and my dress onto our tits which showed both our protruding nipples.

We carried on beyond the popular part to where dunes replaced the promenade. It was much quieter here.

Chris led us into the dunes, "Slut, take your dress off and lay it on the sand," shit I'm going to be naked, worse than naked, wearing stockings. He was slowly undoing Fiona's blouse. I lay my dress on the sand and he placed Fi's blouse next to it.

He lay her down on my dress. "Put your shoes on both of you." for fuck sake!

Pulling his zip down he got his cock out. "Open your legs." Now Fiona is gorgeous, anyone will tell you that. On her back in the dunes her stocking clad legs spread and up, her skirt round her waist and high fucking heels! I'm no lesbian but she looked wanton and fuckable. That's just what I thought, Chris obviously thought the same. He dropped on top and began fucking her.

I was so enthralled I forgot that I was naked, I could see a couple walking their dog by the sea. They could have seen me if they looked my way. "Yeeeeeeesss, oh fuck, fuck, more, harder," I didn't know that she was a screamer. I jumped down before anyone looked.

Fiona carried on screaming, they carried on fucking and I had sand in awkward places. With a final scream that would have shattered glass she climaxed, long and loud. Chris finished much quieter.

Fiona looked at me, like the cat that got the cream, with a big smile she mouthed 'thank you'. We dressed and walked home, Fi rather uncomfortable with juices running down her thigh, which were visible under her short skirt.