Into the Abyss--Chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Into the Abyss--Chapter 12

... three and managed to force a smile. When it was time to show, she proudly displayed three kings. Thinking she had beaten me, she smiled and rubbed her hands together. I never even looked at my draw card. I turned them over and was rewarded with seeing a 10 at the end of my straight. I smiled broadly at her. Jan proceeded to remove her top, revealing her gorgeous tits. Her nipples had stiffened and they pointed out at me. We were down to the last hand. Bragging rights and the choice of sex were hanging in the balance. We both giggled at ourselves, naked save one piece of clothing. The final hand was somewhat anticlimactic, as I was dealt two 2's and an 8, 9 and a queen. I held onto the pair of deuces and hoped for the best. Jan didn't take any cards, a bad sign if there ever was one. I turned my cards over first and showed my meager pair with nothing to go with them. Jan just smiled and showed her hand. It was an ace-high Club flush. I stood up and removed my boxers as my cock stood straight up, already hard just thinking about what was coming next. Jan licked her lips as the boxers fell to the floor. "My oh my, Frank. What shall we do with you? I think I would like to tie you to the bedposts and drive you crazy tonight. Let's go to the bedroom." Jan took my cock in her hand and led me to her bed. She told me to lie on my back Jan then took four scarves from one of her dresser drawers and, one by one, she secured my arms and legs to the bedposts. "Jan, I've got to tell you ...

... that I've never been tied to the bed. Not once, so this is going to be new for me." "Don't worry, Frank. The truth is, I've never done this before, either giving or receiving. It's just my way of telling you that I am willing to try new things with you, up to a point." That really put my mind at ease. "Thanks, baby. For a second there I thought you might have been a closet dominatrix or something like that." Jan laughed heartily. "Hahaha, wait till you see my tools. That will definitely show my amateur status in the BDSM community. You know, I never could understand how someone could allow themselves to be dominated. It seems to me that there is a serious lack of self esteem among women who are into that lifestyle." I was happy to hear that from her. "Jan, I couldn't agree with you any more. How a man could treat a woman like that is offensive to me. Now, let's see your tools." Jan excused herself and went to the main closet near the family room. When she returned she was carrying a bucket of cleaning tools. Now I was really confused. "What do you think, sweetie?" She took out a large feather duster and began by brushing my nipples with it. I burst out into laughter, as it tickled like hell. "Enough of that, my slave," she said, trying hard to keep a straight face. "Mistress Jan does not appreciate comments from the hired help." Even as she said it, she struggled to keep a straight face. This really was foreign to her, but she was having fun with it as we laughed together. She ...