I Heard a Rumor - Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

I Heard a Rumor - Pt. 01

... inspection, the handcuffs were sturdy leather wrist restraints that were connected by a padlock. Interestingly, they were also black with red trim, like her underwear. They seemed to match.

"Put these on me," she instructed. "Now, if I lose again, then I will have to wear what's in the other bag. I will lose my underwear and there will be nothing I can do about it!"

As I attached the restraints behind her back, I asked, "But how will you play the next hand?"

"I can play with my hands behind my back. It won't be easy, but I can do it, and so willyou if you end up losing to me! But if I win the next hand, the cuffs come off."

This had become the most awesome game of poker I ever played.

I proceeded to deal the next hand, and when it was done, she had won. Dutifully, I removed her wrist restraints.

She gave me a smile that told me I had passed a test. She could see that I was both nice, and honest. I didn't try to cheat or take advantage of her while she was tied with her hands behind her back. She knew she could trust me.

As the winner of the hand, she decided to take an article of clothing back, rather than have me remove an article of my clothing.

As she slid back into her shorts, her smile turned a little devilish, and she told me, "Now I'm going to beat your ass!"

With the next hand, she dealt me cards so bad that there was no possible way I could win, and I didn't.

"You know what to do," she stated firmly, and off came my jeans, ...

... revealing my "tighty-whities".

"Oh, how boring," she declared. "We'll have to do something about that! Now put your hands behind your back!"

She then strapped those same leather cuffs onto me, quickly and without fumbling, in a way that told me she knew what she was doing. It was difficult to hide my arousal at this point, and she clearly noticed but said nothing.

She dealt the next hand. It indeed was more difficult to play with your hands tied behind your back, but it was doable. My mind raced as I wondered what would happen next, but then I won the hand.

"Dealers choice!" she proclaimed.

Rather than releasing me and allowing me to put my jeans back on, she jumped up and left the room, returning with another set of leather wrist restraints! She removed her shorts, strapped a cuff onto one of her wrists, then she put her arms behind her back and approached me.

"Strap this on me!" she instructed.

It was difficult as I was also tied with my hands behind my back, but I was able to buckle the leather strap onto her other wrist. There we sat, both stripped to our underwear with our hands cuffed behind our backs! The scene made my mind race. I imagined her non-existent roommates suddenly materializing to find us there like that, and then taking the opportunity to tie us together tightly and elaborately, connected at the mouth by a single ball gag, and leaving us there to struggle. I forced myself to stop thinking this way, as it made my arousal all the more ...