Furiously, she stared at the short, buxom blonde fastened to the post on the other side of the game board. What could Master even want with a little slut like that? There was no need for another slave in the house, even if it was just for a weekend. She squirmed angrily, her hands held over her head by the steel restraints.
Master and his opponent were both seated at the chessboard between the two chained, naked girls. Master moved one of the black pieces to a central square, studying the board intently. The tall brunette mistress immediately captured the piece with one of her own. Master sipped at his drink as he considered his next move.
Robin and the other slave had both been commanded to silence. It was infuriating, not being allowed to speak, but she knew she would be disciplined if she dared to utter even a word. The metal cuffs, closely grasping her small wrists, were attached to the post above her head. Already, it had been more than an hour that she had been forced to stand there, confined against the wooden beam, and her arms were beginning to ache from the position she was compelled to maintain.
Master's opponent, the mistress named Victoria, was a tall, voluptuous brunette with curly hair, olive skin, and dark, slanted eyes. Robin shivered. Evil eyes. The woman looked so elegant, sitting there with her purple velvety dress and high boots. Dozens of bracelets adorned her wrists, and they made a noise every time she moved. Robin shifted uneasily again, rather ashamed of her nudity. It was very hard to appear sophisticated, naked and chained to a post! She knew she looked like what she was, a slave girl, just a meaningless little pleasure slut.
She didn't play chess, but she understood enough about the game to tell that Master was having a difficult time. Already, he had lost one of his little castle pieces, and both horses, as well as several pawns. The mistress, playing white, had only lost a castle, one of her pointy-headed pieces, and three pawns. A prickle of apprehension went through her restrained body as she considered what might happen if Master lost; she glanced fearfully at the brunette mistress, leaning back in her chair, a slight smile on her lips.
At a play party the week before, Master had first met the dark haired mistress Victoria; Robin could tell immediately that he was intrigued. Apparently, she had just moved to the area from California. Master had spent most of the evening talking with her, laughing and exchanging jokes, while Robin knelt by his chair, annoyed. She remembered watching enviously as other slave girls were bound and played with, tied and teased for the amusement of the party guests. Master had hardly paid her any attention the entire evening!
He was in a very good mood as he drove home from the party that night. "She plays chess," he had confided to Robin, a sparkle in his eye. "She's coming over next week for dinner, and we're going to play a game or two."
At that time, Robin had no idea of the stakes of the game, or how it might affect her. Master loved games: chess, backgammon, poker, dominoes, anything with cards or dice, chance or luck. He gambled frequently; Robin relished the twice-yearly trips to Vegas, spending time with him in the casino and watching all the people. He was so smart! He knew all the rules, and he knew the exact odds of winning each game. An avid chess player, he had won several local tournaments, and was regarded as quite skilled. He was also very competitive, and never backed down from a challenge. Robin shuddered again. Although she loved the fiery, aggressive side of his personality, she wished he had not accepted Victoria's terms for the match.
Victoria moved her large white queen out to the middle of the board, and Master moved another piece to block the line of attack. Robin could see that the white pieces controlled most of the board; Master seemed to be playing defensively, trying to withstand the assault. She glanced at the other slave, chained to the post across the board. The little blonde smirked at her, then stuck out her tongue. Little bitch! Robin glared away angrily, trepidation stirring in her belly. Master had to win!
A thin, pretty redhead, Robin stood a little under five and a half feet tall. Large protruding nipples accentuated her small breasts; exposed to the air, they were stiff and hard, little brown pencil erasers. Master was very proud of her, and enjoyed the compliments he received about his beautiful auburn-haired slave girl. How could he do this to her? Didn't he love her?
She loved Master, loved him with an all-consuming passion that she would have never thought possible. He completely controlled her, forcing her body to experience things that she hadn't dreamed of. Even the sound of his voice made her wet. Obeying his commands and serving his pleasure brought such an indescribable thrill of excitement that she sometimes wanted to scream from the emotions welling inside her. It was a dark, turbulent whirlwind that enveloped her and threatened to sweep her away. The smallest thing, like kneeling on the floor as she waited for him to return from the store, aroused her incredibly.
She especially loved it when he bound or restrained her, the ropes and metal placed on her body emphasizing the hold he had over her. Even more powerful, he controlled her mind; she was positive he always knew what she was thinking or feeling, and she had long ago given up any notions of hiding anything from him. He could tell immediately. He knew, surely, that she didn't want to leave him, if only for a weekend; yet, he had decided to play this stupid game and risk losing her. Her will meant nothing to him. A possession was what she was; a cherished, treasured possession, it was true, but only one of his many toys. She squirmed again, knowing that being owned by him so totally was what she desperately craved and desired.
Robin and the large-breasted blonde were the prizes in the game going on in front of them. If Master won, he would get to keep the other girl for the weekend; if Victoria won, Robin would be her prize. Having never been with a woman, let alone dominated by one, Robin was very nervous. Who knew what might await her if Master lost the game? He had to win!
As the chess match continued, it became apparent that Victoria was steadily gaining the upper hand. Master lost several more pieces, forced to defend himself against the relentless attacks of the white army. Finally, he shook his head, and ruefully asked, "Mate in four, isn't it?" He tipped his king, conceding the game.
Robin was shocked, staring at the little piece rolling on its side on the checkered squares. A squeamish tentacle of fear curled its way up her spine. She tugged futilely against the metal restraints holding her in position. The post was firm against her back, her body stretched and displayed. She felt so helpless!
Victoria stood up and shook hands with Master, thanking him for the game. "I'm hosting a party this weekend," she told him. "Your little redhead will be one of the attractions. I'd be delighted if you could make it."
"I'll see what I can do," replied Master, somewhat gruffly. Robin knew he was annoyed at having lost the game, perhaps more annoyed than losing her for the weekend. This wasn't supposed to happen! How could Master just gamble her away like this? She looked at him wildly, then at Victoria.
The dark haired mistress stepped in front of Robin, gently caressing her cheek. "I'll enjoy playing with you, my little pretty," she said softly. "We'll have some fun, won't we?"
Trying to meet her gaze, Robin trembled. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered, terrified.
At the front door, Master helped her on with her full-length coat. Other than his metal collar locked around her throat, she was naked underneath. Tears running down her face, she looked at him. "Please, Master," she begged. "I don't know if I can do this."
"Of course you can, slave," he said, tenderly wiping her cheek. "It's what I want. I have to pay my debt, she won the wager. It was the decision I made. You do want to please me, don't you?"
"Yes, Master," she answered miserably, "you know I do."
"Then you'll do this, for no other reason than I told you to." He kissed her on the forehead. "I'll come and get you Monday. Obey her as you would obey me."
Mistress Victoria had a large, sprawling house in the foothills outside of the city. There was an amazing array of bondage furniture in the main room, all dark wood and padded leather. Robin shivered, looking at the large sinister X-cross, the spanking benches, the array of whips and paddles on the wall. She knew that Victoria was a professional mistress, and men paid quite well to undergo her particular ministrations of discipline and humiliation. She also knew that, sexually, Victoria preferred women; in fact, the buxom blonde (enigmatically called "M") was Victoria's personal slave.
Robin was commanded to kneel in the middle of the large Oriental rug that covered most of the floor. The blonde slave M tied her hands together tightly behind her back. "You'll be pleasuring the Mistress tonight," she whispered in Robin's ear. "Be sure you do a good job, or you'll be severely punished."
Heart racing, Robin tugged at the tight cords holding her wrists together. How was she supposed to do this? Apprehensively she knelt there for more than an hour, alone in the room. Feeling very small and female, she fearfully looked at the diabolical toys and furniture around her.
Robin gasped as Mistress Victoria entered the room. Her only garment was a pair of high-heeled boots, glossy black, which came up to mid-thigh. She was an incredibly beautiful woman. Victoria twirled slowly in front of the kneeling slave girl, enjoying the attention.
She strolled gracefully to a high armchair, almost a throne, in the corner of the room. "Get over here," she commanded imperiously, pointing at a spot on the floor. Clumsily, with her hands bound, Robin scrambled to the spot that the mistress had indicated. Her fear and anxiety were, inexplicably, arousing her; she felt the tingling heat and dampness between her legs as she moved. She saw that M had also entered the room, standing in the corner with her arms crossed, a small smile on her face.
"Lick my boot, slut," Victoria said, stretching her long, graceful leg in front of her. Desperately, Robin bent down and began to run her tongue over the shiny, cool surface. She felt so humiliated, awkwardly kneeling naked on the floor in front of this elegant, stunning woman.
"Slower," Victoria ordered sternly. "More sensuously. Use your lips, take your time. I like to watch your mouth."
Closing her eyes, Robin licked and kissed at the smooth vinyl, feeling the curves of Victoria's foot and ankle underneath. It was such a submissive posture, on her knees with her ass in the air, licking this woman's booted foot, and she felt another embarrassing tickle of excitement between her thighs. How could this be turning her on? Slowly she licked her way up the other woman's calf and leg, getting ever closer to the tanned, exciting curve of her upper thigh. Robin could tell the mistress was getting aroused. The excitement churned inside her; suddenly eager, she continued her efforts, longing to taste this exquisite, beautiful female.
