Poker Night 43

A micro mini skirt, peek-a-boo corset, thigh highs, high heel ankle boots and a leather collar with a large ring at its center lay on the bed with a note:

"Instead of you regular girl's night out, I need you here to play hostess for poker night. I promise the missed night out will be worth it."

I quickly and eagerly dress. I put the beer in the refrigerator, set up the card table with the deck and chips, make up a few snacks and make sure the house and myself are more than presentable to you and your company. I just finish the final touches on the evening's preparations when you come home with your five poker buddies. You look at me, survey your choice of wardrobe and nod in approval before taking my chin in your hand and lean in to kiss me. Your hand simultaneously parts my thighs. You drive one then two fingers into your warm, wet awaiting pussy. Your kiss deepens as your tongue and fingers drive deeper, in sync, into the two holes of my body you covet the most. You end our kiss and remove your fingers leaving me feeling empty and aching for your touch. You look back over your shoulder at your buddies and proclaim this is going to be one hell of a poker night. You then turn back to me and wink.

The mischievous wink makes me wonder just what you have planned for the night besides poker. You walk to the table and gesture your friends to join you. Manly banter fills the air as I leave the room to go grab beers for the table. As I begin to serve each beer to you and your guests, I do so in the manner you taught me; bent at the waist with my breasts within easy reach of the person being served. When serving others, my ass is to be exposed and directed toward your line of sight at all times. As I lean over to serve the guest on your right, I feel your fingers enter me again, but this time your fingers are in my ass. After a few deliberate strokes, you retract your fingers and stroke the rosebud with your thumb and let out an approving groan.

"The stakes are going to be a little different tonight." You say as you hand each of the men around the table a card with the order of winning poker hands. Each hand has a specific corresponding pot.

High Card -- Kiss

One Pair -- Breast Play (players' choice)

Two Pair - Slut masturbates for you with My pussy facing you (player's choice)

Three of a Kind -- Finger/play with My ass

Straight -- Finger/play with My pussy

Flush -- Your toy of choice to be used to stretch/open My ass and pussy

Full House -- Blow job

Four of a Kind -- Fuck My ass

Straight Flush -- Fuck My pussy

Royal Flush -- Double Penetration (Choose your partner to use both of My holes)

"My slut will be the pot in many ways tonight. If you win a hand, you get My slut for the reward listed while the next hand is played and so forth. Sound like an interesting night of poker?" You ask grabbing my hand to pull me closer to you. It is then you notice the conflicting emotions of excitement and bewilderment in my eyes and you squeeze my hand in reassurance.

"Calm yourself, Princess. This is as much your reward as it is theirs. I am very proud of you and the slut you are and the skills you have. I want to show off My slut."

With that, you get up from the table and take my elbow to steer me to the living room. You place me beside the ottoman and open it. Inside is like a treasure trove for the more adventurous partners. It is full of different shapes and sizes of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps, whips, bondage equipment and ropes, and that's just what's visible to the naked eye. You reach in and grab a pair of wrist restraints that have a matching ring to the one at the center of my collar. You then select two 3 foot chains with nipple clamps at the end and closing hooks on the other end to secure them to the rings at my writs. You fasten each wrist restraint on me and then the chains to each ring. You then slip the end of each chain through the ring at my collar before securing each nipple clamp to my breasts.

"Present yourself slut." You command, which means to stand with my legs close to shoulder width apart with my hands laid one inside of the other, left over right, at the small of my back. A slight grimace flashes across my face as the chains are drawn taunt and my nipples are stretched upwards by the clamps.

The last step in preparing me as the multi-faceted pot this evening is to cover my face with a mask. The only holes are nostrils to breathe and a hole for a cock to fill my mouth. Due to my training, this final preparation of covering my face tells me I am no longer your Princess for the reminder of the evening but your toy to be used and shared without protest or hesitation. To outwardly display either would mean serious disappointment and immediate discipline.

You then grab a floor pillow and take my elbow to lead me back to the table. I wait to hear that you have sat down at the table again before I take my kneeling position at your side and wait with anticipation for the first hand to be dealt.