Forfeits and Rewards - PART 1

My name is Virginia though all my friends call me Gina. It was my thirtieth birthday a month ago. For several weeks before that, I’d been feeling in an odd mood. Perhaps it was unease at still being single at my age that made me feel so weird but as the ominous day approached, I resolved to attempt something that had hitherto only been a very private and somewhat guilt-ridden fantasy.

For a year now, I and my two best friends, Alix and Kate, have met on the last Friday of every month, for a ‘girlie night in’. We take it in turns to provide the venue but we’ve developed a firm rule that the hostess gets to decide exactly how the evening will be spent. We drink copious quantities of wine, play silly board games, have frequent fits of the giggles and invariably ‘crash-out’ in the early hours.

But the time before last that we’d met, I had a sort of epiphany.

It all started because Alix had just split up with her boyfriend and we’d spent most of the evening bitching about men. Although Kate was once married, she enthusiastically entered into the spirit of the thing and regaled us with tales of the numerous conquests she had made since her divorce. Actually, I’d always thought that she’s a bit of a man-hater because she loves to lead on some bloke at work and then drop him like a hot potato. I think the thing that she gets most pleasure from is telling us girls afterwards about how pathetic they are in bed.

Anyway, we all got really drunk and Kate, hostess for the night, suggested we watch a porno film. She said that the fantasy would be better than the real thing as, in her experience, blokes these days can’t get it up without a large dose of Viagra. Alix and I readily agreed but I think we were both amazed when Kate pulled out a stack of porn movies from a cupboard. I never for a moment imagined that she would be into such things and Alix looked shocked, almost.

Well, the film was absolutely ridiculous – there was no plot and the acting was laughable. I would have dismissed it out of hand except for the effect that one scene seemed to have on Alix and Kate. They both seemed a bit uncomfortable and their laughter turned to a nervous kind of giggling.

So that’s where I got the idea.

* * *

In preparation for my night as hostess, I send separate emails to Alix and Kate, instructing them what I wanted each of them to wear for my birthday party. I thought that if either of them questioned what I suggested, I’d know that I was pushing it too far and I’d abandon the plan. When they both replied with a willing ‘OK’, I confess I got a little scared. I was going to have to go through with it.

It meant that I had lots of items to buy and careful preparations to make. However, once I’d got over my initial embarrassment, I quite enjoyed all the shopping and the heady sense of anticipation.

I turned my living room into a warm, scented haven of sumptuousness. I put candles everywhere I could and covered every surface, including my small dining table, with velvet cloths of deep reds and purples. Cushions were scattered on the floor and on all the easy chairs. I moved all my mirrors into the room so that the candle-glow would be reflected as much as possible. It all looked completely wonderful, I thought.

As for myself, in keeping with the atmosphere of the room, I had decided to play the part of a burlesque queen. It was my hair that gave me the notion. I’m blessed with extraordinarily long, sleek, black hair and rich reds suit my colouring.

My friends were not due to arrive till eight but I began to dress at seven as I was determined to impress them. I watched myself in the mirror as I transformed myself into a fantasy version of me.

First, I tied around my neck a thin ribbon of red silk to match the ribbons trailing from my luxurious mane of hair. My long, manicured nails and lipstick were of the same shade. Then I fastened myself into a red and black corset I had acquired especially for the occasion. It came down only to the hip but was fashioned into a ‘v’ shape at the groin. It was very tight on me but I saw with glee that it lifted and separated my breasts which are anyway rounded and pert despite their larger than average size. I considered for several minutes whether or not to wear the nipple tassels I’d bought but eventually decided against them as being too much of a cliché. I thought that as an alternative, I would drape the feather boa around me as it would seem more provocative and playful.

Next, I pulled on the pair of sheer, black stockings I’d bought. They were incredibly soft and silky and I felt a frisson of delight as I fixed the tops to the six suspenders hanging from the corset. A favourite pair of red, high-heeled shoes completed the look perfectly. My long legs seemed now to go on forever and I thought that I looked utterly irresistible. That was the plan anyway.

However, tantalising promise is the heart of seduction so I tied myself into a pair of red, silk knickers which undo at the sides. I thought with excitement about how I would later pull at the ribbons and let them fall down my legs to reveal the glossy, black ‘brazilian’ which would seem to point to my pussy.

I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time. Had I over-reached myself? Had I read the signs wrongly? Would I end up seeming like a needy fool?

I had a sudden crisis of confidence and rushed to put on a black silk kimono dress which was loose enough to conceal all that lay beneath it. I made up my eyes, as exotically as I dared, and replenished my lipstick to a glossy, crimson promise. I looked gorgeous, even though I say so myself, but cowardly decided to wait and see how the evening went before I chose whether or not to reveal the hidden me.

* * *

Alix arrived first. As she removed her coat she looked warily into my eyes as though expecting some clue as to how she should behave. I couldn’t help her because I wasn’t yet sure. I told her to pour us out some wine but as I hung up her coat, I watched her furtively, trying to ascertain if she had followed my instructions.

The signs were promising. She was wearing a simple green dress which buttoned at the back, and green high heels with bare legs. The dress was tight enough to be sure that she was not wearing a bra and she had a diamond studded choker round her neck. Her lipstick was an orangey colour, her eye-shadow golden, which both seemed to accentuate the vivid green of her eyes. As I looked at the long, curly, coppery-red hair hanging down her back, I was struck anew by how incredibly beautiful she was; as tall and slim as any supermodel but with the face of an elfin princess.

I was distracted from my reverie by the arrival of Kate. She winked at me as she removed her coat with a theatrical flourish. Alix came out to the door to greet her and I think we were both stunned by how Kate looked. She’d had her blonde hair cut daringly short and bleached to a colour that was almost silver. Her eye make-up was sheer flamboyant brilliance; silver and shades of blue, spread even to her cheekbones. Her blue eyes sparkled like sapphires. Her full and sensuous lips were painted a red that made the colour of mine seem demure.

She had on a pair of silver shoes with extraordinarily high stiletto heels. Her black dress was calf-length and buttoned at the front but the modesty of its length was outraged by the nature of the décolletage. Her luscious breasts almost spilled out of the top but even more scandalous was that she had painted a number of silver stars all over them. “Will I do?” she said with a grin as she helped herself to a large glass of wine.

* * *

We were all seated round my little dining table, drinking champagne and chatting amiably in the flickering candle-light. Our conversation though was uncharacteristically muted and the others seemed as nervous as I. We’d avoided directly raising the subject that was on all our minds but each of us had indulged in some innuendo that could be interpreted as a ‘come on’. I chose to take it that way as I’d had plenty to drink by then. The time had arrived for me to take the risk I had prepared for.

“We’ll eat later,” I said, “Assuming we’ll want to, of course. But first, we’re going to play a game for my birthday.”

I placed on the table a deck of cards. “The game is called Forfeits and Rewards,” I said. “Whoever wins the hand gets to choose the forfeit that the loser has to pay. The one who comes second has to be the agent ensuring the forfeit is paid or performed or completed or whatever. Aces high.”

I had arranged the cards so that I would win this first game and Alix would lose. After that, I had no idea what would happen but I thought that once we’d started there’d be no going back. Slowly I dealt out a card to each of us. Alix turned over a five, Kate a ten and I had an ace.

“You cheated it!” Kate declared but she seemed almost pleased because she smiled as she said it. The look on Alix’s face was more complicated but she also seemed not at all upset and she rose to her feet to await her penalty.

I took a sip of champagne, pretending to consider my decision although I had known all along what I would say. I suppose I was also a bit worried about how the others would react but I was determined to be as provocative as possible from the start. “Kate,” I said, “Remove Alix’s dress, but do it very slowly because I want to savour every moment.”

Kate giggled as she stood up but she showed no reluctance at all to do what I had asked. Alix for her part seemed serene, and looked at me enigmatically as Kate undid her frock. When it was loose about her, Kate slowly slid it from her, revealing Alix’s body. Apart from the shoes and a very brief, green silk g-string, she was naked. The sight of her beautiful body made my breath catch in my throat. I think all three of us looked in fascination to see that the nipples of Alix’s small but beautiful breasts were already erect.

There was a pregnant pause as we each stole furtive glances at each other. ‘What now?’ I thought, though it really wasn’t up to me. I had served the opening volley and I had to wait to see if anyone else was going to play. It was Alix who returned the ball.

“Now it’s my turn,” She said as she shuffled the pack and dealt a new card to each of us. She laughed delightedly when she won and Kate lost. “Gina will now remove Kate’s dress,” she declared. “Do it by that mirror so that I can see everything properly.”

I prepared myself to do as she had ordered but found it difficult to slow my movements as I was getting really excited by what I had initiated. I took a deep breath, counted to ten in my head and began to undo Kate’s dress, starting at the bottom and slowly working upwards. When I came to the last button, I found my luscious friend staring into my eyes. Both of us were breathing rather heavily.

The last button gave and Kate’s breasts seemed to thrust themselves at me. I exhaled with a sigh and thought I heard Alix gasp but Kate just stood there proudly as I swept her dress from her.

I couldn’t help myself. I know I stood there for several seconds taking in the view before me. Kate had gone even further than I had asked. She had on black hold-up, fishnet stockings and a very short black corset which had no utility except to pinch in her waist and exaggerate the width of her hips. Her knickers were of black lace and did little to hide the flash of golden pubic hair. It was her breasts though that drew my eyes most. They were very round and full – larger than mine by a couple of sizes. They had deep pink areola and erect nipples at least half an inch long. These were pierced by small silver rings from which hung a silver chain down to her navel. I had no idea that she had these piercings but she certainly looked incredibly and wildly exotic.

Kate smiled knowingly and sashayed back to the table where she dealt three more cards. This time I lost and it was Alix’s task to administer the forfeit. She jumped up eagerly but took an age to disrobe me. At every stage she took the opportunity to touch bare skin and by the time I stood before them in my corset and stockings, my breasts were heaving. Alix still stood in front of me and very slowly ran her eyes up my body, from stiletto-heeled feet to my reddening face. Then she looked deeply into my eyes and smiled. My feather boa was forgotten. I liked too much the looks of desire in my friend’s eyes to even consider concealing myself.

I almost fell into my chair as my legs were shaking. The three of us looked at each other over the table and giggled madly. There was no going back now. We all knew it. It was only a question of how long we could resist taking it further.

* * *

After three more rounds, all of us had had our panties removed. Kate had made a major performance of untying the ribbons of mine and when they’d finally fallen with a swish of silk, I’d felt a rush of liquid excitement in my pussy.

The sense of anticipation we’d created was fantastic and none of us was yet ready to end this wonderful game. Alix put on a playful pout and said it wasn’t fair because she had nothing else to remove and was already naked. I’d planned just this to happen so I had a perfect excuse to bring out the several small boxes I’d prepared earlier to act as the next stage of forfeits. I placed them round the room. “Pour us all a large glass of wine, Alix. Stage two should be even more …, interesting. The loser has to choose a box and the winner decides what’s to be done with the contents.”

Alix lost the first round and by chance, picked the box I’d hoped for. Inside was a long silver chain with little clamps at each end. By now I’d lost all inhibition and I said boldly, “Kate, clamp this to Alix’s lovely nipples but don’t hurt her …, well, you can hurt her a little but not too much. I want both my slaves to be chained, as proof of their submission.”

I watched as Kate did my bidding. First she pinched Alix’s nipples, causing me a pang of jealousy, and fixed the device so it hung erotically from her small but perfect breasts. Alix let out a moan of pure pleasure and said in an urgent whisper, “Tighter. Pinch them tighter. It hurts so nice I think I could come.” She looked down at herself and touched her fingernails to her engorged nipples. “Oh, God,” she growled, deep in her throat. “That’s fantastic.”

She almost fell onto the chaise longue and arched her back as her hands roved over her body. Within a minute, she had given herself a quite spectacular orgasm which was interspersed with groans and moans of animal-like ecstasy. It was a fantastic experience merely to watch her. I’d never before seen a woman come, except of course when I watch myself in the mirror, and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. I think both Kate and I were surprised at our shy friend but we were soon to learn just how much more wild and outrageous she could be.