The Game Begins

Clara took a step back, increasing the distance between herself and Alex. The table now lay forgotten, Alex himself rising to his feet and following her. Clara's heart was beating fast. Her mind filling with all the doubts she felt, all the worries, the fears, the anxious knowledge of what she was going to do. She felt them inside her, burning like a fire. She shifted nervously, already feeling half naked in spite of the dress. Surrendering control to another person was never easy, even though it was also something she had long dreamed of doing. She felt worried, anxious, a storm of fears and fantasies colliding in her mind and her soul. Slowly, she forced herself to breath, looking to Alex, his gentle face, and his strong eyes. Her anxiety started to fade then, not going away totally, but they were controllable.

She forced a smile, a cocky grin forming across her face as she looked at him.

"Get ready to lose." She smirked. "I'm going to win that request, and make you do something really embarrassing!"

"In that case, I'll be sure to punish you extra hard when I beat you." Alex returned with a calm smile that set her heart pounding.

"You have to beat me first!" She laughed. "Let's see what you can do."

"After you." He gestured. "Master's orders."

She shrugged. By now, the two of them were in the living room, with the chair and the balcony, where they had played last night. Clara caught sight of the chair, and remembered the feel of it against her naked skin, her legs spread as she fingered herself for Alex. Alex stood in front of the sofa, and she took her place in front of the chair. Her hands twitched, her fingers curling into a ball for a moment before she forced them straight.

Naked.

She was going to be naked.

Naked in front of Alex.

Get a hold of yourself, girl! Clara chided herself. He's already seen you naked! But even so, last night felt almost like a wonderful dream. A fantasy that did not have an effect on the real world. Though, the memory of it made her aroused and moist, it somehow felt unreal to her. Like something she had always wanted, but never dared to reach for having come true at last, and if she focused too hard on it, it would simply vanish.

Not this time, she promised herself. This time, she would make it real. She took another breath, and looked at Alex. He seemed aroused. Well, obviously. There was lust in his eyes, he was breathing quickly, and his pants looked decidedly on the tight side. She licked her lower lip slightly, remembering the sight of him naked from before. Now, she was going to see it again. She was going to go further. She was going to feel his touch on her skin instead of her own. She was going to touch him again, stroke him, feel his hardness...

Damnit, Clara! Focus! If you want to win the game, don't his job for him! You're getting yourself all hot and bothered.

Clara reached up to the left strap of her dress, slung over her shoulder. She was hyper-aware of it now. The red party dress clinging to her body. It was not the most revealing dress in the world, she had to admit. But right here and right now? it felt like a thin layer of paper. It hugged her body, exposing every curve, every inch. Clara remembered the last time she had stripped down, remembering how tentative she'd been, how nervous.

Not this time.

She met Alex's gaze as her hand moved to the strap, her fingers making contact with the sleek material. The strap was not very tight, and she gently pushed it down her arm, freeing her right side from it. Then, she moved to the left, repeating the process. Her dress was now coming loose, but she still had to deal with the one behind. Clara reached up, intentionally doing her best to show off her chest as she reached behind her own back, fumbling for the damned strap as she did her best to avoid cursing. Thing was in annoying place, but after the bare minimum of tries, she managed to snag and loosen it.

Suddenly, the dress felt a lot less tight. Clara paused, her heart was beating, her skin felt warm. Alex's eyes were on her, and she could feel her own rising desires. Slowly, she gulped, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. Yesterday had been yesterday, but did she really want to do this now? She thought of Alex, of the years she had spent with him, of how she liked him, and their time together, and nodded to herself.

Yes.

She did.

Clara reached for the dress and started to pull it down, feeling it as it exposed her by inches. Her skin tingled as it was exposed to the cold, the gentle tick of the dress as it moved was subtle torture to her sensitive body, made even more so by the moment. She was going to do it. She really was!

Slowly, the dress was lowered, exposing her upper chest, her bra, then her waist. Alex watched her. His eyes were not quite as wide as they had been yesterday, but the look of wonder they held still made her want to giggle like a schoolgirl. It was just her naked body, after all.

Flushed now, Clara continued on, pushing the dress lower, feeling the reveal of her panties, pausing just for a moment, to let Alex see them, and then pressing onwards. She exposed her long legs, finally kicking off the dress (as well as her shoes.)

Slowly, she looked up at Alex again, feeling his hungry eyes. She smirked, putting her hands on her waist.

"What do you think?" She said. "So what do you think? Am I hot?"

Alex laughed, and she threw him a mocking frown.

"_Not _the answer I was looking for, Alex!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." he said, his face flushing in embarrassment more than arousal. "That's just... I didn't expect that... and with the pose...." He shook his head.

Clara crossed her arms across her chest, frowning at him now.

"You were supposed to say yes, you know! Only in a sexy way! Like with a deep voice! Or something, I dunno! This is the first time I've done anything like this!"

"I know, I know..." Alex answered wiping a tear from his eye. "It's the first time for me too, Clara. I'm really sorry I laughed at you, but that was a very funny thing to say."

"Oh?" She said, her tone dangerous. "How so?"

"Well..." Alex said. "To paraphrase yourself from before, if I didn't think you were hot, why would I be telling you to strip naked?"

"Oh." Clara said, her arms falling to her sides. "Oooh."

"Of course I think you're hot." Alex went on. "You're the most sexy slave that I own."

"But you only own one..."

"Hush." He raised a hand. "Technicalities. Anyway, why don't we carry on? I notice a distinct lack of stripping."

"And I notice a distinct lack of respect." Clara muttered under her voice, though it was with an amused tone. She shook her head as she tried to recapture the feel of the moment from before Alex had so rudely ruined it. Slowly, she reached for the straps of her bra, and started to work it free. She could feel her skin tingling with more than exposure to the cold. Her nipples were growing harder as the cold air brushed in from the side of the bra, allowed entrance by her actions. Her bra was black and silky, as were her panties, in fact. She'd chosen them both for the moment she would first strip for Alex, imagining it to be a lot less embarrassing than it had actually been.

Bra in one hand, she drew her arms away from her body, revealing her chest for the second time. Alex was no less spellbound than he had been the first time, and she could feel his eyes on her like torches in the dark. Clara's breasts were not large. Though, they were not extremely small, she had to admit that they were not quite going to make it to average. Once, she'd been really self-conscious about that. She had worried what people would think, what boys would think particularly. She driven herself half mad pondering what her future love life would be like with such a feature. It still brought a smile to her face. Stupid child, she should not have worried about such small things. Lilly had set her straight, like an older sister should. She'd sat her down and talked her through it (Quite vividly, in fact.) telling her that there were people who appreciated small breasts as well as large, and besides, what you had was not nearly as important as how you carried it and your attitude.

To demonstrate, Lilly had actually shrugged off her top, right in front of the younger girl! Like it was nothing! And then, she'd undone her bra too, showing Clara her own chest. To Clara's surprise, Lilly had a trim build. She was lithe, and muscular in places, but her chest was, well, compact.

''It's because of sports.'' She'd said. ''Been playing them since I was a kid. Staying fit helps too, but for sporty girls like me, the chest tends to be a bit smaller and more compact. I bet you'll end up bigger than me. Trust me, though. Size really doesn't matter so much as attitude. You treat the world like you have got everything you want, and you will. Men are attracted to confidence, Clara. Take it from someone like me.''

She had winked then, and said no more. But the talk had helped Clara to have more confidence in her body, had helped her to see herself as desirable even when before, she had feared otherwise. Now, thanks to that same confidence, Clara was able to shrug off her bra right in front of the boy she had always wanted, revealing her chest, and being happy with it. Slowly, she ran one hand along her breast, gently stroking her index finger along its side, and pinching the nipple just hard enough to make herself start.

"Now do you think I am sexy?" She asked in a low purr.

Alex nodded, almost too caught up to reply.

"Y-yeah." was all he managed through his sudden case of dry throat. Clara smirked, feeling the effect of her body on him and loving it.

Next, her hands fell to her panties, gently brushing down her legs, flowing with a motion she hoped looked seductive and skilful, but suspected was just slow. Her fingers found the elastic waistband, and she shivered slightly as she felt her own fingers dig into the skin of her waist.

Oh god. I'm so wet. I am so wet and he is going to see it.

Clara plunged on before she could hesitate, drawing the panties down slowly, torturing Alex a little bit with the gradual reveal of her lower lips. As she did so, it became clear to him just how aroused she already was. Her labia were engorged, dampness seeping from between them. A patch of wetness marking where she had soaked her panties.

"Are you aroused, Clara?" Alex asked softly, his voice cutting through to her.

"Y-yes." She admitted.

"What are you?"

"Aroused."

"Not what I meant. What's another way of saying it?"

"I'm...." She gulped, then plunged on. "I'm wet, master."

"Good." He said. "I'd hate to think I was the only one enjoying this."

The panties joined her dress and bra on the floor. Lastly, she peeled off her tights, letting them too join the pile. Now naked at last, Clara could hear the crashing of her blood in her ears. The hammering of her heart, the burning fire of lust in her chest and loins. her lower self tingled with desire, her pussy begging to be touched and stroked, to be played with and teased. She took a deep breath, trying to force her hand not to respond. Trying to hold her ground.

"Y-your turn, Alex." She said. "Don't leave me hanging as the only one naked."

Alex smiled at her, a sight which made her heart beat even faster.

"I could you know." He said. "I'm the master here. I could just declare that you lose the game right now, and proceed to your punishment."

"You...you could..." Clara admitted, her voice husky with desire. She didn't know whether she would have hated or loved that. "But...but please don't..."

"Why is that?"

"Because..." Clara said, thinking desperately. "Because if I lose now, you won't have any fun yourself?"

"I get to watch you." Alex pointed out. "That would be more than fun enough. But I suppose you're right. We should follow through."

So saying, he took hold of his shirt and drew it over his head. Clara felt weak at the knees as he exposed his chest. Alex was not overly muscular, it was true. But he was fit and in shape. Toned. She could pick out the muscles on his chest just so, and his figure was neither too slender nor too broad. Fumbling only slightly, he kicked off his shoes and socks, then undid his belt and lowered his jeans. Clara watched it all, feeling the heat in her face and body increasing. Alex paused for a moment, enjoying her reaction, her eyes on his underwear. he was clearly aroused and erect, and she wanted to see his member. Wanted to see it again, to feel it in her hands, to feel it inside of her body...

Carefully, Alex drew down his pants, exposing himself to her for the first time since that first night. Now somewhat more clear headed (Somewhat, anyway) Clara got her first good look at his member. She remembered the feel of it in her hands, the hardness of it as she had done her best to please it.

Alex's cock was not as long as the ones she had seen on the internet, when she watched porn, but that was to be expected. Just as she knew her own body did not quite match up to those standards, nor did she expect her partner's to do so. It looked big enough for her anyway, and she remembered the feel of it in her hands last night.

Clara realised she was breathing heavily. Her desire rising through her body. Her skin tingled with longing, her pussy ached to be touched. Alex took a step forwards, and Clara did the same. Each of them moving towards the other until they were right in front of each other. It felt cold, even though the house had been warm before. Clara swore that her breath was misting in front of her. Alex looked at her, and she returned the gaze, eye to eye for a moment. Clara felt like that moment might last forever.

Then, Alex reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. The touch of his naked skin against her own made her body scream, and her knees go weak. He felt so strong, so sure. It made her blush, just a bit. Her lower self was a tiny inferno of want and desire now.

Alex's other hand moved to her other shoulder, so that he was gently holding her in place.

"Are you ready?" He said to her, his voice softly charming. Mutely, she nodded.

"Begin."