Tricked into a Strip Game

“Remember, a tie or a win means you’ve got to do as I say for one night,” Tara said.

“And if my team wins, you’ve got to do as I say,” Rach said, snuggling in to her girlfriend.

Rach was only half paying attention to the game. Although the match was close, it was only 4 PM and she was looking forward to another ‘busy’ night.

Despite knowing each other for their entire lives, the two had been going out for two months, which hadn’t been without its problems.

Having been brought up by a very conservative religious family, Rach had resisted her sexuality all her life. It had been difficult for her to admit to herself that she was a lesbian, far more so for Rach to announce to Tara that she was in love with her. After a couple of weeks, Rach had announced their love to her family and been completely rejected by them. Her only family member who stuck by her side was her little sister of eighteen, Jess, who had always been close to both of them.

Indeed, Jess seemed virtually unaffected by her family’s conservative ways, since Rach had realised at a young age how harmful this could be. She had often been caught by her family allowing Jess to go to friends’ places or events that her family hadn’t wanted as Jess grew older.

Tara on the other hand had always been very open about her sexuality, which had at times made things uncomfortable between the two, particularly when they started renting together. As much as she’d loved Rach all those years, she had known that to announce her love would risk breaking the friendship, so she had kept her tongue until Rach’s announcement.

Tara had suggested the game they were playing a month before, when it was becoming obvious that Rach was having difficulties overcoming her conservative upbringing. At first, Rach had shot her down, but the more Rach had thought about it, the more she realised it was exactly what she needed. It either put her in the situation where she was in control, yet sex was expected, meaning she felt less slutty during, or placed Tara in control in a controlled manner, with the same effect.

The rules had been established at the outset. Once the game finished, there would be a half hour break to get ready wearing whatever the winner had in mind, including make-up and accessories. The rest of the night, the loser would have to obey the winner completely. There would be no pain, only light bondage at most, no humiliation or humiliating dirty talk, no anal penetration and nothing public.

Tara had always let Rach have first pick on which team would win, which had lead to her winning the previous two rounds. On both occasions, Tara had insisted that the rules be changed, just for the one round, to allow Rach to do whatever she wanted. Tara knew Rach wouldn’t do anything too , but that she had the complete power to had made the experience all the more exciting for both of them.

Now, Tara was confident of a win. She already knew what she was going to do. It didn’t break any of the rules, but if it worked it would Rach to open up a bit more, hopefully permanently. Tara’s team was batting, needing only two runs to win off the last ball, one to tie. Because she had lost the previous round, a tie would be the same as a victory to her for the game.

As the bowler charged in the last time, Tara felt Rach tense against her. Tara smiled, glad that Rach was finally feeling some of the excitement. She looked down at Rach, resting on her shoulder and felt her heart flutter. How could she not be madly in love? Her perfect brown hair fell perfectly down her shoulders, her beautiful brown eyes fixed intently on the screen.

It was all over in an instant. Tara almost missed it. The ball was short and wide and the batsman swung hard, sending it flying over the boundary for six. Rach squeezed Tara closer.

“Looks like it’s your turn,” Rach said, blushing a little.

“It sure does,” Tara squeezed her girl for a moment before continuing. “I want you to go into your room. I want you to get ready, wearing your panties, a bra, a top and pants. Nothing else. You can choose which ones.”

Rach blushed, “You know I don’t have any bras, I’m too…”

“Small?”

Rach blushed deeper. She’d always been embarrassed of her chest, which was far too small to require a bra. She admired Tara’s C-cups, often telling her they were absolutely perfect.

Tara continued, “I hid one of Jess’s old training bras under your bed when we started playing. You can wear that.”

“OK,” Rach said, feeling embarrassed that even aged twenty two she would be wearing a training bra.

“Then at four thirty exactly, I want you to come out here.”

“What? Jess is here! She’ll see us. You can’t expect me to -”

“Don’t you worry about that, you just do as I say, OK hon?”

“Alright.”

Rach retreated to her room to get ready, wondering what Tara could possibly have planned. She changed quickly, spending her remaining twenty five minutes surfing the internet, trying not to be nervous. For the rest of the night, she would be totally under Tara’s control. She felt the warmth of excitement flow through her at the thought, before blushing, embarrassed at her own reaction.

She looked over herself, she wore the trousers she normally walked around in, with a nice, white t-shirt. Underneath, she wore her sister’s old training bra and a pair of beautiful, red, lacy panties Tara had given her a few weeks before. She wanted Tara to find her as sexy as possible once she was down to them.

Finally, it was four thirty. Rach left the room and entered the living room to see Tara and Jess sitting at the table, a deck of cards in the middle. A third, vacant chair was clearly for her.

Jess was wearing a very low-cut red shirt and shorts, while Tara was in an equally low-cut blue shirt with a matching skirt. Neither wore anything else, other than underwear.

“Uhh, Tara, can we have a quick talk?”

Tara and Jess exchanged knowing glances as Tara stood and walked over to her.

Rach whispered, “Tara, I’m not getting my sister involved with us.”

“Why not?” Tara whispered back.

“What do you mean why not? I’m not seducing my sister.”

“We’re not seducing, we’re providing a safe place for her first encounter. She came to me to ask what it’s like. She even suggested getting involved with us. Just once, don’t worry.”

“I’m not -”

“You won’t have to touch her or anything if you don’t want to. I’ll set up the rules of the game, it’s just a stripping game. There’s no sex or anything.”

“But it’s against the rules.”

“No it isn’t. We’re in the privacy of our own home with all the curtains drawn and only people who live here involved. It’s not like anyone’s going to be on display to the world.”

“Fine, but she’s my sister. I can’t just -”

“Rach, I know it’s out of your comfort zone, but honestly, you knew this would be when we started playing. We’re not hurting anyone and I’ve filled her in on the other rules. Besides, I might have a run of bad luck and wind up the only one naked. There’s no guarantee either of you will see each other.”

“But Tara -”

“Rach, I hate to do this, but the rules are you’ve got to do whatever I ask, so long as it follows the rules. You lost, you’ve got to follow through.”

Rach nodded, blushing. She cursed herself for not being more explicit when creating the rules in the first place as the two walked over to the table and took their seats. Jess gave her a smile, which she awkwardly returned as Tess started going over the rules.

“Alright, this is going to be basic low-card. We’ll each be dealt one card each round. Whoever has the lowest card will have to lose a piece of clothing while the others watch. You’ll need to lose your top before your bra and your bottoms before your undies, but other than that you have complete choice. Since we’re all wearing four items, it will take four losses for someone to be naked. Once this happens, if that person loses another round, they will have to lie on the floor with the other two at their feet and masturbate to orgasm. The game is then over and until midnight, everyone will wear whatever they end up in. Exposed flesh can be touched in any way by anyone, including fondling, licking and kissing, so long as it doesn’t cause pain or penetrate anally, and can’t be resisted. In fact, if requested you need to openly allow access to any skin not covered by clothing. Anything under clothing is off-limits. No matter your state of dress, you can’t someone else to masturbate you. Clothing can’t be removed or even pushed aside once the game is over, understand?”

“What about aces? Are they high or low?” Jess asked.

“Aces are low.”

“Ties?”

“If there’s a tie for lowest, each will take a new card. Oh, also, the others need to be able to see you removing the clothing as you do. No hiding. I’ll judge whether you’re hiding or not.”

“Sounds good.”

Rach was mortified. Despite living with Tara for over four years and with Jess for much of that time, it was only after she started dating Tara that she’d been seen in anything less than long pants and a t-shirt, and that was only while only Tara was around. Now there was every chance she’d end up masturbating for her sister and then be fondled by both of them for another seven hours.

The way the rules were set out, if one person ended up naked while the others were more or less dressed, they’d essentially be a sex doll for the others. Rach tried to find a loophole somewhere in the rules, but simply couldn’t.

“Rach, you understand?” Tara asked, breaking her thoughts.

“Uhh, yeah…”

“Good, then lets begin. You want to shuffle the deck?”

Rach accepted, not entirely trusting either of the others not to rig the deck against her. She quickly shuffled the deck and placed it in the centre of the table.

Tara reached out, “I’ll deal first.”

Starting with Rach, she dealt each of the girls a single card.