The Rules of the Game

"What sort of game?" Clara asked, her breath catching in her throat. Alex looked at her, and she could see desire rising in his eyes. Desire for her. It seemed so silly after all that they had already done, but that look he gave her made her want to shiver. She could acutely feel the fabric of her bra pressing against her nipples as they started to stiffen, and suddenly, she was very aware of the red dress she was wearing, and how it clung to her body. Clara tried to keep her voice casual, like it was nothing at all, but she could feel her own rising desires, coming across her with such strength that it nearly surprised the girl. Here she was in the home of her best friend, about to strip for him again, about to assume the role of slave, the role that she had chosen. She felt her heart beat more quickly, she felt her blood speed through her veins. Her throat felt dry, and she licked her lips slightly, trying to moisten them.

"Let me see..." Alex said, and she realised that he had not had anything prepared. He'd improvised it all on the spur of the moment. Still, the thought of playing a game made it more interesting for her. She wondered what the prizes would be and the punishments as well. "How about this. We'll play a little game, and if you win, we'll find you something else to wear until tomorrow. If you lose though, you have to spend the rest of today naked, and tomorrow as well, until it's time for the date."

Clara nodded, noting how the shivers raced along her spine, though she was not sure if it was in response to the threat of punishment, or to the word ''date''.

"And also, you'll have to wear a collar." Alex said. "Even during the date. If you lose, that is."

"And if I win..?" She said, licking her lower lip again, doing her best for a sly, seductive look and hoping it didn't just come off as lack of sleep or something. She was acutely aware that she was not prepared for this. She hadn't ever done anything like this, and her frame of reference was mostly porn or...well, Lilly, whose sex life might as well have been porn, considering how she retold it.

"You get to wear clothes." Alex told her. "I just said that, didn't it?"

"Yes, master." She said, drawing out the second word, watching how Alex stiffened at it, both his spine, and his pants. Slowly, Clara walked around the table, each step bringing her closer to him. At last, they were face to face. She could feel the heat of his body as she gently reached out, her hand brushing the side of his head, toying with his hair. He felt so warm. His skin so tender. She reached out, trying not to tremble with nerves, and drew him towards her, kissing him deeply. For a moment, Alex did nothing, but then he returned it. She felt him kiss her, leaning into it, and for a moment, the two were connected like that. Then, reluctantly, she broke the kiss. ALex looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise at her move,

"I mean..." She purred (or at least, did her best to purr. She wasn't actually sure how you were supposed to do that, and her sources had been damningly silent on the it.) "It doesn't seem fair to me, Al-I mean, master. If you win, you get to see my naked body for at least a day and a half. I can't hide myself or anything, you get to watch me as much as you want, and maybe more... also, the collar." She slowly moved her hand to her neck, where the collar would go. "That's two things. But if I win, I only get clothes? That's not fair... why don't you add something else in?"

Alex frowned for a moment. She could almost see his mind working as he tried to figure out whether he should deny her or not. Clara waited with baited breath. Her lower lips were already aroused, and she could feel a hot dampness between her legs. She realised that she was happy with whatever he decided. But she wanted to know what call he would make.

"All right." Alex said, smirking slightly as he thought of something. "All right, then. You want to do it that way? If you manage to win, then in addition to clothes, you also get one request from me. At any point, you can ask it, and I'll consider allowing you to have it."

"Consider?" She said. "That's not very fair..."

"You're a slave, it's not supposed to be." He laughed as she pouted at him, but both of them knew what he was saying. Clara knew that, no matter how he framed it, he would probably do what she wanted. One request eh? That could be fun to play for...

"But." Alex raised a finger before she could speak. "There is an added penalty to the game. You have your old laptop still, yeah? The one you carry around when you go to places?"

"Yeah." Clara said. "It's at Lilly's... I guess we can ask her to send it over - since she's a witch who managed to guess what we were doing anyway." Clara mock-frowned, but only for a minute. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well." Alex said. "It occurs to me that you probably use that laptop a lot for...ah, shall we say, salacious nighttime activities."

Clara nodded slowly. "I suppose you might say that." She admitted.

"Then, if you lose, we're going to get that laptop." Alex said. "And then, we're going to set it up in the bedroom, and I am going to go through your browser history. And for every video or site that is not high minded enough, let's just say that you will be punished."

"Ohh." Clara said, her hand rising to her mouth for a moment as she considered what Alex was suggesting. How long had it been since she had cleared that browser? Probably a while, since no one used the laptop but her. She felt her mound tingle, the thought of being set on the bed and punished for every site or video that Alex deemed worthy of it was interesting and unexpected. She was impressed.

"So that's the rules." Alex said. "You win, you get clothes, and one request which I will consider. I win, you go naked, get the collar, and we see how pure you really are, Clara."

She felt her stomach twist at that. Arousal mixing with a strange sense of dread at the thought of Alex going through her browser history. She had watched porn before, of course. Most people did, she was sure. But having it dragged out in the open in front of her boyfriend made it seem more real, made her feel more vulnerable. That was the point, she supposed. Alex was giving her a choice, a chance to step back and return to the original game. If she accepted it, though, it would mean she brought everything after that onto herself. A single request was tempting, but not so much that she had to go for it - after all, she had come here expecting to be a slave. She neither expected nor needed to have such a request.

On the other hand... the idea of what might happen to her if she lost was at the same time both humiliating and alluring. Slowly, she made up her mind, drawing a deep breath, she nodded.

"All right, master. I'll accept the wager. What's the game."

Alex looked into her eyes again, he didn't say anything. She could see colour in his cheeks, and a faint hesitation in his voice betrayed the fact that he was not as sure as he was trying to sound. But he was better, and learning fast. He barely hesitated as he spoke.

"We'll both strip down." He said. "And then, you have to make me cum as fast as you can, and I will be doing the same to you. The one who climaxes first loses, and the winner can then choose to punish the loser."

"Punish the loser? What do you mean by that?"

"I'm not sure." Alex admitted with a small laugh. "I just thought of it there and then. But once the loser and winner are decided, the winner can choose some sort of task or punishment that the loser has to undertake. Since I am the master, of course, I get to decide what tasks are worthy of being punishments."

"You bastard." She said, but could not help but smile at him.

"Perks of being in control." He laughed. "Wouldn't want a lowly slave to get too out of her place now, would we?"