1. Win or Lose


    Date: 10/5/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, BDSM, Bi-sexual, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Author: reluctantlybi, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

    Truth be told, I was happy that I lost the game, about the only time I can recall ever being happy about losing. It had been a simple game, each player dealt one card, low card loses, the first to lose seven times was the overall loser. The two winners, my wife Jean and her friend Linda, had left me the instant I had turned over that three. I was a bit suspicious since my wife had dealt the cards without shuffling but didn’t really mind, given the stakes. As the loser, I was the sex slave of the other two players, required to do all they told me to do, no safe word allowed. Becoming the sex slave of two women struck me as a huge win. After an interminable wait, my wife called for me to come down the hallway to the door of the master bedroom. Hanging from the door knob was something black with a bright post it note attached. I pulled off the note and read it, my excitement reaching a peak. ‘Put on the hood and come into the bedroom. Speak only when spoken to.’ The black object was a leather hood with a zipper in the back and holes for the eyes, nostrils and mouth. I pulled it on and zipped it into place before opening the door. There were lights all around the edge of the room, which was very large with a massive king sized bed and a rather wide padded bench at the foot of it. There were at least five video cameras situated around the room. My wife and her friend were lounging on a sofa that faced the beds, wearing long white robes and decorative Mardi Gras style masks. “Take ...
    your clothes off, slave,” my wife ordered. “Slowly. Then walk over to the bed.” I tried to undress sexily but just felt a little silly although the women gave me encouragement. Then I walked over to the bed, noticing for the first time a large shopping bag on it. “Those are for you, slave,” Linda said. “Put everything on except the collar.” In the bag I found a black corset with garters, black fishnet stockings, a black thong, four black leather cuffs and a black leather dog collar with silver studs. I obediently pulled the thong on, stuffing my half erect cock into the silky material. Then I struggled into the corset before sliding the stockings up my legs and attaching them to the garters, then putting on the cuffs. “Damn, Linda, you were right” my wife said. “He looks pretty hot like that.” As the women got up to inspect me, I could see myself in a couple of the mirrors scattered around the room. I looked surprisingly good at first glance, pale skin framed by the black lingerie. Certainly no sex goddess but, if not examined too closely, I’d do. The women tightened the strings on the back of the corset, constricting my waist to an almost uncomfortable point which undeniably gave me a more feminine shape. They then ordered me to kneel and I instantly complied. “You are our slave,” my wife said in a solemn voice, the collar in her hands. “You will do everything you are told to do without question or hesitation. Do you understand?” “Yes, mistress,” I said humbly as she wrapped ...
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