Chapter Three-2
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“Listen if you ever need a bit of female advice or a shoulder to cry on, you know where I live, darling.”
And away she went. Fiona; a pretty girl, but what an airhead b***h! She’d already been out with three of the guys in this very building. Then again, maybe she was enjoying her life; just like Christine had told me to do.
With the Risotto almost ready, I thought I should offer Christine some wine, so I grabbed two glasses and the corkscrew and went back to my room. Christine was in her dressing gown, sorting through her clothes.
“Sweetie, what would you like me to wear for you?” she asked. “You’ve seen all the sexy stuff I’ve brought with me. I thought I could wear the black bra and stuff again, but I slept in it all last night. What do you think?”
I put down the glasses and slid my arms around her waist.
“I want to see you naked,” I whispered. “We can drink our wine and eat our Risotto stark naked. Is that sexy enough?”
“God yes!” she chuckled. “I do like the way you think!”
I opened the wine and hurried back to the kitchen. The Risotto was just about right; it tasted good too. Christine came in a few seconds later. She was wearing her dressing gown still, and now I saw she had the studded collar and wrist bands on too. We grabbed the plates of food, and the bread and headed back along the corridor. Fiona and Ian were just coming out of Ian’s room.
“Ooh, that Risotto looks good enough to eat!” Fiona said sarcastically. “Hello, I’m Fiona and this is Ian. You must be John’s new girlfriend.”
“One of them,” Christine said, smiling. “I’m Christine; pleased you meet you both – have a lovely evening.”
In the room we laid out the plates and I slipped off my jogging bottoms and sweatshirt. Christine was standing, waiting for me. I slipped open the knot at her waist, and eased the gown off her shoulders. She was perfectly, beautifully naked underneath, apart from the collar and wrist bands. I stroked her right breast gently.
“Hey!” she chuckled. “Don’t start any funny stuff – the food will get cold and I’m dying to taste your risotto.”
As we ate I gazed at Christine’s gorgeous body. Unlike me she was totally unmarked. She’d never suggested any kind of switch where she’d be the sub. Would she be open to it?
“I was thinking,” I said eventually.
“Yes, I can hear the cogs grinding,” she replied sarcastically. “Is it about my t**s or my p***y?”
“Actually I was wondering why you’ve never allowed Laura or me to beat you; or at least tie you up. I mean Laura loved it when we switched a few weeks back – she still talks about it to me; would you be into it?”
Christine munched a mouthful of risotto and seemed to be considering my question.
“I suppose…” she said hesitantly. “Well I suppose I consider myself a kind of absolute top. As you’ve experienced, I will not have my authority questioned; I come down hard on my poor slaves if they even hint at insubordination.”
“I think I remember, Mistress,” I said, grinning.
“Good,” she chuckled. “So in that case a negotiated switch of roles wouldn’t really work for me. You’d have to surprise me – in fact, you’d have to stage a coup; a bit like when we surprised Laura. I mean, she got into it immediately and was docile, but she actually loves being a sub. You might find I’d put up a fight, and you’d have to plan your ambush accordingly.”
“Jesus, you mean you’d actually go for it?” I asked.
“I mean that you can try,” she told me, “but you need to be aware of the potential consequences.”
“Such as?”
“Well the consequences at the time might be I’d escape from whatever you planned and would refuse to submit. So you’d have to plan to keep me very secure indeed. But I’m more concerned with the consequences to you once I was back in power. You’d have to accept that there’d be repercussions.”
I paused, my mind suddenly whirling with images of Christine in bondage, screaming for mercy as Laura whipped her.
“Are you listening, John?” Christine asked, prodding me with her fork.
“Ow!” I said, smiling. “Sorry, I was dreaming of something,”
“I’m sure you were, sweetie,” Christine told me. “Do you understand what the word ‘repercussion’ means? It means you’re in the s**t once you let me go.”
“And Laura,” I pointed out. “She’d be hurting you too, wouldn’t she get punished?”
“Oh no,” Christine said, smiling broadly. “You’re the one coming up with the idea – you’re the ringleader. Laura is just an innocent pawn in your game.” She paused. “Hey, talking of which do you play chess? I haven’t had a game in ages.”
“I’ve got a board around here somewhere,” I told her, still considering her threat.
“Ooh. Can we play after dinner? I used to play chess with my dad when he was ill. Please let’s play! We need some time for this lovely food to digest.”
“Well I don’t know how good I’ll be as an opponent,” I told her. “But yes, of course.”
Christine told me the risotto was a big success, and she asked me to make sure I cooked it for us all when I stayed with them in the summer. After a short rest, we cleared the plates and I did the washing up in the kitchen. I’d found my old chess board and Christine set up the pieces. I used to be pretty damn good at chess as a kid. It was one of the only after school activities I actually enjoyed, and I had a sneaky idea brewing in my mind.
“Shall we have a little bet on the game?” I asked innocently.
Christine smiled and looked at me for a few seconds.
“Gosh, John,” she said theatrically. “And I thought you hadn’t played chess for ages! This chess set looks very well used, by the way.”
“Well, I’ve had it forever, but I promise you I haven’t played lately. I think it must be at least two years ago,” I told her. That part was true actually; but you never forget. She held my gaze for a few seconds, and then nodded.
“OK, I’ll bite. What sort of wager did you have in mind? And remember I’m never going to agree to be a sub for you two. If you want that as the bet then forget it, you need to force me.”
“I wasn’t thinking of that,” I told her. “If I win, then you have to get your n*****s pierced like Laura.”
She blinked and raised her eyebrows in surprise.
“I certainly will not!” she said, shocked. “No bet!”
“What are you afraid of?” I asked.
She smiled and considered my question. “You know very well it hurts like hell.”
I said nothing for a few seconds; then Christine blinked and nodded.
“OK,” she said. “One game of chess; winner takes all. If I lose, I have my n*****s pierced. If you lose, you have your n*****s pierced, and you go back into chastity right away. No s*x tonight or tomorrow; or you anyway. I expect you to make me happy, obviously.”
“Bloody hell, why do I have such a big forfeit?” I asked.
“Because I suspect you’re a lot better at chess than you’re letting on,” she replied. “What are you scared of, John? Think a girl can beat you at chess?”
“No,” I said without thinking.
“I thought as much!” Christine said triumphantly. “You think you’re going to beat me, so you may as well take the bet before I decide to raise the stakes anymore.”
“OK,” I told her. “I agree to the bet.”
She held out her hand and we shook on it.
“Well let’s play chess then, shall we, my darling?” she asked sweetly.
She took a black and white pawn from the board and held them behind her back, then brought her hands out in front of her. I tapped her right hand, and I got black.
“Your move, darling,” I told her.
“I know the rules!” she answered irritably.
She opened with a standard pawn to king four move. I mirrored her.
The opening part of the game moved fairly quickly. We hadn’t set any time limits on moves, but Christine seemed to want to go quickly and I obliged her. She was playing very, very well; but I thought I recognized her opening.
Then about ten moves into the game she paused to consider the board. As she gazed at the pieces the fingers of her right hand stroked absent mindedly across her left shoulder, then down to her breast. Her n*****s were already erect I noticed. When I looked up into her face she was looking at me. She smiled.
“See something you like?” she asked.
“I see someone I love,” I answered. “I suspect you saw the Thomas Crown Affair too. The Faye Dunaway version, of course.”
“Of course,” she said smiling. “Just think, John, after this game you’ll be locked up again. That was a silly bet to make, and you know it. We could have made love all night; just like last night.”
“I’m not worried,” I told her.
“You know you can’t hide your emotions from me, sweetie,” she whispered. “That was a totally male reaction earlier – you can’t face the thought of losing to me.”
“I’m not going to lose,” I told her. “And it’s your move by the way.”
Christine had put on her knee length boots at the start of the game. Now she reached over with one foot and placed the heel on my instep. I grunted with the pain. As she leaned over the board to consider her move she increased the pressure.
“You’re not supposed to touch your opponent!” I objected.
“I’m not touching you, it’s my heel. But would you like me to move it?”
“Yes, please,” I said.
She scraped the heel down my foot as she moved it away.
“Oh sorry, did that hurt?” she asked innocently.
“Yes!” I hissed. “That’s not fair, Christine!”
She leaned over and stroked my cheek gently; then she pulled her hand back and slapped me firmly. I was totally surprised – where had that come from?
“I’ll decide what’s fair and what isn’t, sweetie,” she told me. “Now get on with your move.”
Suddenly I lost track of what I’d been planning. Her last move with the knight had changed the power balance in the middle part of the board. She’d been trying to develop strength there for a couple of moves without success. I tried to run through what she might be planning in my head.
Whack! She slapped me with her other hand this time. Both of my cheeks were tingling now. The slaps hadn’t been particularly hard, but they were incredibly distracting.
“I haven’t got all night, sweetie,” she whispered. “My p***y’s getting really wet. I love it when I hurt you…I love it when I see you helpless and confused. I can’t imagine what your poor little brain is doing now. Can you spot my strategy? Do you know what I’m trying to do?”
“You’re trying to piss me off!” I told her, getting annoyed now. For f**k’s sake, chess is a serious game, I thought. Then I suddenly laughed out loud at the thought of Gary Kasperov objecting because his opponent had kicked him in the balls!
“What’s so funny?” Christine asked.
“This is,” I told her, and moved my queen’s bishop out to threaten her queen.
“That’s naughty,” she sighed. She looked down at the board for a few seconds and smiled. “It’s also rather careless.”
She moved her queen, took the bishop, and put me in check.
“s**t!” I gasped without thinking. I rubbed my cheek where it was still stinging from the slap earlier.
Christine stood up and walked behind me.
“Ooh. It really doesn’t look any more promising from this side, does it, sweetie?” she whispered.
Her hands slid down to my chest and began to play idly with my n*****s.
“Please, Christine,” I begged her.
“Oh my love, did you really think I was going to play fair? How sweet, but how naive.”
“P-please stop,” I whispered.
“But this might be the last little pleasure you get until next week, darling,” she told me. “Once I lock you away, I don’t think it’ll be fair for me to touch any of your sensitive little places, will it?”
“Please.”
“As you wish, sweetie,” she said. She dug her fingernails into my chest and raked my skin as she pulled away; and I almost knocked the board as I shuddered with the pain.
“I wish you’d get on with your moves!” she told me harshly. “Have you seen how wet I am?”
She stood on her side of the desk, legs slightly apart, and slid her fingers into her p***y. I could hear the wetness as she massaged her clit. Her left hand moved up onto her breast and teased the n****e as she stared me in the eyes.
With a trembling hand, I reached over for my king’s knight. I’d put it into mid-board a few moves ago, but it had been pinned by her queen. Until she moved her queen to take the bishop I’d put out as bait.
“Check,” I said.
Christine froze.
- Writer
