Author's Note: The following is Part 2 of a sequel to "The Dice Game" (https://www.literotica.com/s/the-dice-game-2). It is also a work of fiction intended for novelty purposes only. It contains graphic scenes which may not depict fully safe or wise BDSM practices, and should be enjoyed purely as fantasy.
Part Two: A Sabine Evening
It was dark by the time Laura parked her car along the street, but very few lights were on in the house. The curtains were all drawn. Laura wasn't surprised; using the dice was not something to advertise to the neighborhood. Turning her key, she entered the dark foyer and saw light coming from the dining room. Warm, inviting scents filled her nostrils, which must be Gwen's dinner. As she tossed her coat onto its hook she heard an unexpected sound as two thick leather cuffs fell off the table next to the door. Fumbling in the dark to retrieve them, Laura grinned softly. Her evening plans originally involved blankets and Netflix, not dice, but lately she hadn't been one to complain about a night in Gwen and Cheri's creative bondage. She usually ended up gagged anyway.
Examining the cuffs, Laura thought her friends must have it out for her. Thick leather and locking buckles only appeared when they played for keeps. Hopefully the dice would keep them from being too harsh. Laura removed her top (they'll just take it off anyway) and wrapped each cuff around a wrist snugly. Three small padlocks rested on the stand next to the door. Laura dutifully locked one on each cuff so she couldn't remove them, and fed the shackle of the last one through a D-ring on her right cuff. Placing her hands behind her, Laura carefully worked the shackle through the ring on her other hand. The lock was small and difficult to reach, but after a minute or so Laura managed to stretch her fingers and close the final padlock, binding her hands behind her back until her friends decided otherwise.
Laura ventured into the opaque house now that she'd followed all Cheri's instructions. The only sliver of light led around a corner, toward the kitchen and dining area. Walking through their living room, Laura found their dining table lit by three tall candles, with many more scattered about the room. By the look of it, a meal was already set on the table. Two place settings were unoccupied, but Cheri and Gwen filled the other two.
Each was dressed only in a bra and panties and had been tied securely to her chair. Cheri, inexplicably, also wore a rather unflattering shower cap. Large wads of cloth filled their mouths and when they saw Laura standing there, each immediately started struggling and grunting at her. Of course by that time Gabrielle had stepped unseen from a shadow.
"What the hell is going on?" Laura asked. She jumped in surprise when she felt Gabrielle's hands grip her shoulders. "Gabrielle!"
"Dinner is ready," Gabrielle said cryptically, "I am sorry for ze gags but I did not want Cheri or Gwen to ruin ze surprise for you. Please sit."
"What are you doing? Let go!" Laura said ineffectually as Gabrielle led her around the table. Her hands already bound, she could not resist. Laura was plopped into her chair and a quick strap around her waist kept her seated. Gabrielle pulled Laura's arms over the back of the chair and strapped them at the elbow, then strapped her ankles and knees together before feeding a rope from her ankles up to her wrists, pulling her feet off the floor and tying them off. One more strap under Laura's breasts and she was tied to the chair just as securely as Cheri and Gwen. Once finished, Gabrielle removed the other two's gags and took her own place.
Gabrielle, with her hair up and wearing a black cocktail dress, began uncovering pots and platters to reveal a hot roasted chicken and potatoes that, under any other circumstances, would have looked delicious. Gabrielle doled out generous portions to everyone. The other three stared at their plates awkwardly. Gabrielle chuckled.
"Do not worry. I will 'elp you," she said as though they were all just being silly.
"Gabrielle, what the hell is this?" Cheri asked immediately. She hadn't had much opportunity to speak all afternoon.
"Cheri, why has your friend gone off the deep end?" Laura was a little more blunt. "You texted me something about the game and I get home and you're all—I'm sorry, what the hell happened to your head?"
Cheri's eyes immediately welled. The shower cap was obviously something she was trying not to think about. "I didn't text you," Cheri said dejectedly. "It was
her
. And then she—"
"Stop!" Gabrielle cut them off, a piece of chicken speared on her fork. "Laura, zere is no mystery. I am 'ere because I am going to 'elp all of you."
"Help?"
"
Help?!
You fucking jumped me..."
"Help us with what?" Gwen asked, louder than the others. She was staring intently at Gabrielle.
"Merci, Gwen, I am glad you asked," Gabrielle said happily. "I will 'elp you all with a big problem you 'ave. Playing zese silly bondage games all ze time..."
"Gabrielle," Cheri interjected, "Is this because I said no to you playing the Dice Game with us?"
"She asked you about the game?" Gwen fixated on Cheri now. "What have you been telling her?"
"
What?
Like hell! Cheri—"
"—Nothing!" Cheri defended herself. "We just talked a little. I never said—"
"What the fuck, Cheri? You tell some new friend about the game and now we got the goddamn wicked witch—hey! Ow, getmmmph!"
Gabrielle had risen from the table, walked over to their toy chest, and returned. She yanked Laura's hair back and stuffed a ball gag into the poor girl's mouth. As Laura whined and thrashed about in her hair, Gabrielle laid two more gags on the table.
"Are you finished?" Gabrielle asked cruelly. Cheri and Gwen fell silent, and Gabrielle took her seat again.
"Trés bien," Gabrielle resumed her sweet tone, "and yes, Cheri, zis began when you kept me out of your trite little Dice Game. I was angry. You see, after seeing sweet Gwen enjoy 'erself so much when she was ze, ah, '
victim
', I wanted to be part of it. I wanted to make Gwen feel good too. I wanted to 'elp you, too, Laura. And you, Cheri, 'oo have been such a good friend to me since I arrived.
"I 'ad never seen such bondage before. You were so creative and skilled, I learned all I could to catch up. I 'ave spent so many nights after my roommates 'ave gone to sleep, learning about positions and toys and practicing knots under ze covers. I looked foolish, but zere are so many ways to tie a person up, and I wanted to know zem all," Gabrielle smiled, "Now I do."
"Gabrielle, it had nothing to do with knowing bondage," Cheri said in frustration, "You don't understand, it's—"
"Non, it is you zat does not understand," Gabrielle said impatiently. "I wanted to play ze game so badly until I finally realized why you play it at all. It is because you are all afraid."
"Afraid?" Cheri asked incredulously. "Of what?"
"Of yourselves. Of your inner desires. Ze game is a trick you play on yourselves. You play and tie each other up because you are all so submissive. You crave bondage but none of you wants to take charge, and so you take turns. But you all want to surrender yourselves so badly zat you can never stop playing and going in zese circles."
"I don't understand," Gwen said. Cheri marveled at how she could remain so calm through this. Laura was having a silent fit next to her. "How does doing this to us help anything? What are you trying to help?"
"I will free you all from ze disease of zese games you all play," Gabrielle said confidently. Laura grunted in defiance. "'Ow many times a week do you all play? 'Ow often do you dance zis childish dance, all trying to be tied and none 'oping to tie? You are all afraid to take control, so I will do it."
"Take control?" Gwen asked.
"You crave control, Gwen. You most of all," Gabrielle said with an air or deep wisdom, "I saw it when I saw you bound by Cheri and Laura, and I see it in your eyes now. You are aroused by your own 'elplessness, Gwen. Right now, are you not?"
"No!" replied Gwen. Not even Laura or Cheri believed her. Gabrielle smirked.
"Wiz me, Gwen, Cheri, Laura," she said, nodding to each one in turn, "you need not pretend anymore. You will all surrender to me and I will give you exactly what you want."
"Gabrielle..."
"That's not—"
"Stop!" Gabrielle said impatiently, as though scolding children. "I knew you would be too afraid to seek a proper Mistress, but you all want one so badly and discussing it would 'ave defeated ze purpose. I will not wait to be asked. I know 'ow much you want to be 'elpless play toys, even if you do not say it. But you will...soon. Before you know it you will be begging me to never let you go again."
Judging by their horrified expressions, they were less optimistic.
"Gabrielle," Cheri said desperately, "Whatever we do, it's because we're friends who love and trust each other. A friend wouldn't do this."
"A friend would do exactly zis, I zink. And from now on, you will only address me as Mistress."
The conversation went downhill from there. Gwen tried reason, but that only earned her a gag. So Cheri tried pleading, which left her gagged as well. So they sat in silence while Gabrielle ate, lecturing them all between bites about how they should be looking forward to overcoming their baseless fears and surrendering to their new Mistress in new and exciting ways. By the end of the evening they'd all understand quite clearly that asking for release only reinforced Gabrielle's conviction, and that they needed to be tied tighter and longer than before. Gabrielle had declared herself warden at the asylum, and had no indulgences for patients who proclaimed themselves sane.
Eventually Gabrielle offered to remove their gag (one person at a time) long enough to be fed a few bites of cold food off their plates. They all gave in, too hungry to refuse.
At the end of their meal, Gabrielle took all three of their phones out of their purse and sent messages to each of their families, giving some excuse for why they would not be coming home for the Thanksgiving holiday. Gabrielle merrily removed the batteries from all three phones and stored them safely away. It was only Tuesday night, and with the holiday none of them were going to be missed until at least the following Monday. Gabrielle could keep them prisoner for almost a week uninterrupted. After clearing the table, Gabrielle placed the box containing the Dice Game on the table. Cheri, Gwen, and Laura all stared at it ominously.
"I zink you will all be comfortable playing zis game a few more times before I wean you away from it, non?" Gabrielle explained, picking up the dice. "And of course I cannot always play with all three of my new toys at ze same time! Ze dice will tell us 'oo I play wiz tonight."
She picked up the black die and twirled it in her fingers. "Cheri will be one and two, Laura three and four, Gwen five and six."
Gabrielle rolled a six, eliminating Gwen, and then a three. Laura whimpered and immediately began struggling against her bindings. Gwen and Cheri could only watch as Gabrielle released Laura from the chair just barely enough to walk, attached a leash and collar to her captive, and marched off to Laura's bedroom with the dice in hand.
* * *
Laura was quickly stripped of all her clothing and deposited, bound and gagged, onto her bed. Gabrielle, smoothing out her dress, sat beside her.
"You look so worried, Laura, dear," Gabrielle soothed. "You are lucky tonight. Cheri and Gwen must sit and wait while we play togezzer."
