The bra and the houserule

DM: ”That bra of yours seems like a fine choice. It will make a delightful addition to my collection. Let’s get it off you.” Without hesitation the barmaid reaches out and grabs you by the elbow, spinning you around. With a swift motion she pulls the blouse further down your shoulders so her fingers can deftly reach up to unhook your bra. With another tug you’re spun back around again and she firmly seizes the bra by a cup and pulls it away, exposing your supple tits to the cool air with a slight tremble. She holds it up triumphantly for a moment before pocketing it, her victorious grin widening. ”Better luck next time honey, though if there’s to be a next time I think I’ll be taking all of your clothes…”

BARD: I just let out this breathy shudder to, you know, emphasize the sexual tension here.

SORCERER: Speaking of sexual tension… I think our house rule is gonna come into effect!

DM: Indeed, if a character loses clothes the player does too.

ROGUE: I think the DM should get to do the honors this time!

SORCERER and ROGUE: >begin chanting in unison and pounding the table<

The chant echoed through the room, creating a gleeful atmosphere. The bard player blushed but couldn’t hide the frisky excitement dancing in her eyes. This house rule had originally been her suggestion after all, many sessions past, and she was always excited by the prospect of being subjected to it. Under the urging of the chant the DM got up from his seat and with a playful twirl of his hand beckoned for the bard to get up as well. The chant died down and the room filled with bashful anticipation as the DM moved behind the bard, her heartbeat quickening as she waited to be subjected to the rule’s enforcement, becoming a plaything for her audience’s gaze.

The DM’s hands reached around to begin undoing the buttons of the bard player’s blouse one by one, each one offering a further glimpse of the exposed skin and cheeky undergarments underneath. Her breath caught in her throat as the hands pulled her blouse open with a sudden flourish, displaying her bra. With careful and deliberate motion the DM then reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and slipped it from her shoulders, revealing her supple boobs to the eager eyes of the table. The bard maintained her composure and fought the instinct to reach up to cover herself, each further moment of exposure filling her with a mix of embarrassment and an undeniable, thrilling arousal. The room filled with polite applause from the other players, alternated with catcalls to twirl around or jump up and down a little.

The DM, returning to his seat: You’ll get your bra back before the night’s done. Don’t be too quick to button up just yet though, lest we forget the consequences of your actions… and don’t get the chance to relish in them.

BARD, feigning being scandalized: Oh, how naughty of you, dungeon master!