{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"6c58a48a-531d-4577-a7b1-5d3a1eb76f86","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-11-11T21:30:44.768Z","title":"Playing Cards","slug":"playing-cards","shortId":"sCvfgWR3","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A husband soon discovers his wife has a few aces up her sleeve","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"aab12ef2-816f-4387-9c3b-4eb13e501645","title":"Playing Cards","summary":"I don't know why I agreed to play cards in the first place. I was never very good at them, but when ","wordCount":4927,"readTime":25,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Playing Cards","content":"

I don't know why I agreed to play cards in the first place. I was never very good at them, but when your wife suggests strip Black Jack, what do you say? Well, yes, of course. I would never have entertained the idea if I suspected what she was up to. As it turns out, a lot was going on that I had no idea about...That was about to change....

My wife Sarah and I have been married for 15 years and have had no children. She worked from home as a proofreader for a local legal company, and I was a truck driver. My job sometimes meant that I had to work away now and then. It was a small sacrifice for the great pay I received. We had a very comfortable life. Just after one of these trips, Sarah suggested the card game.

I was off for the next four days; I planned on chilling, but I had no plans. I noticed that Sarah was a little antsy, but I ignored it for the most part until she started to bug me a little with her ups, downs, sighs, and tuts.

\"What's the matter?\" I asked

\"Oh, nothing, just bored,\" Sarah replied.

\"You done with work for the day?\" I asked

\"Yep, Wanna do something?\" She asked

\"Like what?\" I enquired. \"It's a pretty shitty day out there, wet and cold.\"

\"You remember the silly games we used to play when we first met?\" She asked

\"Yes. They were fun,\" I said, remembering how they pretty much always ended up with us having sex.

\"Fancy a game of strip Blackjack?\" She asked.

That caught me off guard.

\"What?\"

\"Strip Blackjack,\" she said.

\"You kidding?\" I asked

\"No, what else have you got to do? It might be fun,\" She said

\"OK, I guess it might.\" I replied, \" So what should we play for?\"

\"Mmmm,\" she seemed to be thinking, \"How about whoever wins gets to boss the loser around for the night?\"

Sounds interesting,\" I said with a smile. \"Any limits\"

I was already thinking of the kinky things I could get up to. I might even get her down on me, a treat usually saved for birthdays and Christmas.

We were well into the bet, sitting at the kitchen table.

Shit. Bust!\" I exclaimed.

That was my left sock gone, just my underpants remaining. Sarah was looking sexy in a bra and panties. I had forgotten how much fun this could be. I was getting a little buzz in my underpants. My cock is just starting to make itself visible through the cotton of my boxers.

This could be it, my one piece of clothing vs. her two. Sarah dealt 10 spades to me, a card to her, and a queen of diamonds to me. I tried to act cool with another card to her.

She looked at me.

\"Stick,\" I said happily.

She turned her two cards over. 3 of diamonds and 4 of clubs. She turned another 6 of Diamonds. I felt good at this until she turned over the 8 clubs.

\"I believe that is 21,\" Sarah stated calmly and pleasantly. \"Come on, buddy, off with your panties\".

The panties part didn't register at the time. However, I stood up, pulled away from the table, and pulled down. My underpants proudly reveal my now more than semi-erection.

\"I guess someone thinks he's going to get lucky. Well, we'll just see about that\". She teased. \"Now, what was the bet? Oh yeah, the winner gets to be in charge.\"

I smiled at Sarah and put my hands up in surrender. She smiled back and went to the coat hook by the kitchen door. She pulled out a black scarf from under her coat.

\"Turn around,\" she ordered with a devious smile.

\"What are you doing?\" I asked, also with a big smile.

\"Shhh, I'm in charge now; you have to do whatever I tell you, remember?\"

I turned, and it all went dark as she tied the scarf around my head.

She kissed me gently and whispered in my ear in a husky voice.

\"Come with me, and please don't say a word.\"

She took my hand, led me down the hall, and guided me up the stairs. We turned at the top of the stairs and led me to what I knew to be one of our spare bedrooms. Once there, she turned me around three times to confuse me. I hadn't been in this room since I got back from my last job.

She sat me down on a chair that wasn't usually there. She felt my hesitation but just pushed down gently. I felt cold leather on my butt and back. She took my left hand, and I felt something cool around my wrist. I started to protest and tried to move my hand, but found it secured. She kissed me on the lips.

\"Go with it, \" she whispered. I promise it will be fun\".

I relaxed a little, and my right hand was secured to the other arm. My legs came next to the legs of the chair. I was almost totally immobilized. I jumped as much as I could as she pinched my nose. I opened my mouth to protest, and something was shoved into my mouth. Something rubbery and thick that reached almost to the back of my throat. I was genuinely a little concerned now. When had my wife turned into some kinky bitch. Though concerned, my cock had other ideas and was pointing straight up from my groin. I heard a couple of clicks that sounded like the picture app on a phone. Then Sarah was talking. She must have grabbed her phone when she led me upstairs blindfolded.

\"It's me; yes, it worked. Those YouTube videos on cheating were very helpful...The rest was as easy as you said it would be.... Just a little nervous.... The kitchen door is unlocked..... yes, Mistress, I understand.

Then, nothing as the one-sided conversation ended. Mistress, who the fuck was Mistress, and why was my wife calling her that?

I heard a few more gentle noises, my wife walking around the room, and some rustling; maybe she was taking off the last of her clothes. A slight metallic rattle followed by a sigh of what sounded like comfort.

I don't know how long we waited in silence, but eventually, I heard the kitchen door open. Then, heavy footsteps on the stairs. My heart was beating faster as I listened to the footsteps in the hall outside the room.

Then, a hearty laugh.

\"Good little girl, I knew you could do it,\" the mystery person told my wife.

Who the fuck was it? I knew that voice.

\"Thank you, Mistress,\" my wife replied.

There was movement coming toward me. I smelt my wife's perfume. She undid the scarf, and my wife was kneeling when I had finished blinking, trying to adjust my eyes to the sudden onslaught of light. She was naked except for a black studded dog collar. That wasn't the worst of things, though. Sarah was kneeling at the feet of Cathy, our fat and obnoxious neighbor.

Cathy had moved in next door a couple of years ago. I took my wife all of a day to introduce herself and invite our neighbor for coffee. It's fair to say that Cathy and I never really got on. During the few conversations I had tried to join in with, she tended to speak over me or ignore me when we were all together in our kitchen. I figured she preferred girls to men and thought nothing more of it. I never have problems with anybody as long as they don't bother me. According to my wife, she was an accomplished academic of sorts. Though what her subjects were, I couldn't tell you. Such was my lack of interest in her.

She is an imposing figure; at 6ft, she matched my height. She has loose, curly, deep brown hair. She's a plus-size. I guess she's what is described as BBW in the popular press. She's not unattractive. With her larger size came equally proportioned breasts.

So here we are, me strapped to a chair, my wife of 15 years kneeling naked, except for the collar, at the feet of Cathy, our next-door neighbor. Cathy was dressed like she had just stepped down from a dressage horse. Clothes I'd never seen her in. A tight-fitting pleated show shirt, complete with a smart black tie. Sandy jodhpurs that disappeared into small-heeled riding boots. The effect was complete with her tapping a riding crop against her boot. Every piece of her clothing was designed to accentuate her natural curves. She was a stunning sight.

She tapped her left foot on the floor, and my wife lowered her head and started kissing and licking her boot.

\"Isn't your little wifey a good girl, John? See how attentive she is to her Mistress.\"

I tried to reply, \"What the fuck\" but it just came out in a grunt through the gag, accompanied by some drooling.

\"Her training is going so wonderfully, don't you think?\" She continued. I had my eye on her from when you guys came over to introduce yourselves.\"

She stroked the crop over Sarah's back as she continued to clean her Mistress's left boot.

Looking back at me, she said.

\"I had no interest in you at all, but this little slut here, for whatever reason, loves you, and she doesn't want to lose you. So, we came up with a compromise. Which is, if you agree to be our little slave boy, then you can stay.\"

She grinned at me and tapped her right foot on the floor. Sarah moved over to start kissing that boot.

\"Now I have agreed to this idea, which I think is very generous of me, because she has worked so hard to please me, and I think she deserves some rewards. So here we are. We will take a little time to get to know each other; you and I. Sarah will call in sick for you on Monday, so you don't have to worry your pretty little head about work.\"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing; I was going to be some kind of consolation prize. This woman must be fucking crazy. As soon as I got out of this chair, I would show her what's what.

\"Now,\" she continued, interrupting my thoughts., \"This little slut here has got me all hot and bothered, so I am going to take her into your bedroom and use her the way she loves.\"

Then, to Sarah, she said, \"Blindfold him and crawl to me, and be quick about it slut.\"

Sarah looked up at her with a smile, \"Yes, Mistress.\"

Without another word, Cathy turned and left Sarah and me alone. We looked at each other for just a second. I held her eye with mine. Then she stood and walked behind me. I struggled to get her attention; then all went black as she slid a blindfold over my eyes.

\"It will all be ok, I promise\". My wife whispered into my ear, followed by a kiss on the neck, and then she was gone, leaving me with my thoughts and my erection twitching in the wind.

For the next hour or so, I don't know for sure, secured to this chair as I was, so I was guesstimating. All I heard was moans of pleasure coming from our bedroom, occasionally interrupted by the sound of the crop hitting flesh and my wife moaning.

\"Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress\"

Then, other cries of pleasure from both parties, some mumbling and whispering I couldn't quite catch, then silence. At some point, the darkness and the silence took over, and I fell into a doze. I jumped or jerked would be a better description, as I was in no position to jump, as I felt my ankles being loosened. I tried to speak but just grunted into the gag. Then my head was bent forward a little, and something cold was fastened around my neck, and I heard a click. My right wrist was freed. I waited for my left wrist to be released and made my move. I jumped out of the chair and went to my blindfold. My rebellion was brought to a quick, short stop by a fist in my stomach and my neck being pulled down as I fell to the floor, gasping for breath.

I yelled into the gag as a series of blows from the crop landed on my ass and back.

\"Please, John,\" Sarah pleaded, \"don't struggle. You won't win.\"

\"Silence bitch!\" Cathy interrupted.

\"Sorry, Mistress,\" Sarah replied pitifully.

Cathy continued. \"I told you it would be my way, or not at all, didn't I?\"

\"Yes, Mistress, Sorry, Mistress.\"

\"Ok, help him up.\"

I felt Sarah's arms on me, trying to lift me.

\"Please, John, it will be ok, I promise,\" She whispered.

I stood unsteadily. My hands were gently pulled behind my back, and I felt the cold metal of handcuffs.

\"Right, I hope you have got that out of your system. You will learn that if you cross me, it will be to your detriment. If I decide you can stay, you will find that you can live a pleasant enough existence. First things first. Sarah\"

\"Yes, Mistress.\" Answered my wife.

\"The Cage\"

\"Yes, Mistress\"

I felt something cold rub around my shriveled dick, some cream, that was followed by my balls being pulled slightly forward, and something metallic clipped around them. I pulled back a little as my cock was slid into some metallic tube. Another click followed that, and my cock was released, and I felt an instant unfamiliar weight between my legs.

\"Now that thing belongs to me as well. I am the only key holder; Sarah doesn't have access to it yet. I'm not sure she can be trusted with that responsibility just yet. So don't waste your time trying to get her to release it.\" There was a little laughter in her voice as she continued.

\"You should find it quite comfortable as it was made to measure, just for you. Do you remember the last time you were home from a trip? You and your wife were having drinks, and you fell asleep. Well, clever little Sarah dropped something into your wine. And then called me when you were asleep. We took the opportunity to measure your little thing.\"

She was chuckling now.

\"You know what happened then? Why don't you tell him how slutty you were, Sarah?\"

\"Please, Mistress, do I have to?\"

\"Yes, my love, I think it's best he knows these things,\" Cathy said almost sweetly.

\"You made me strip, Mistress; I said I didn't want to, but secretly, I did; I was so turned on seeing John helpless like that. Then you put my collar on, and it was just too much. You had that lovely summer dress on and your sexy boots. I fell to my knees and kissed your boots, Mistress, and begged to take your dress off. You told me I could, and you were naked. And I just wanted to kiss you all over. My hands wandered to my pussy, and you stopped me, and then you sat down on the couch next to where he was lying and opened your legs, and made me beg to kiss you. \"

\"And did you?\" Cathy asked

\"Ooh, yes, Mistress, you tasted so good; I kissed and licked the way you have taught me, and you let me put my fingers up your bottom as you came in my mouth. You filled my mouth with my juices but told me not to swallow.\"

\"Why did I do the lover\"?

\"Please, Mistress, do I have to continue?\"

\"Yes, you do. Now, be a good girl.\"

I couldn't believe what the fuck I was hearing. It was like I had entered some alternate universe.

\"Well, you made me dribble all of your wonderful cum juices over his cock and balls and then wipe my fingers on his legs.\"

\"Then?\"

\"Then you made me kiss him and rub my face all over his.\"

\"Carry on,\" Cathy ordered

\"I er, you made me take his socks off and use his feet to fuck me, Mistress.\"

\"Did you cum, dear? How did it make you feel?\" asked Kathy

\"Yes, Mistress, I did. It felt powerful.\"

\"Why?\"

\"John was helpless, Mistress, and could do what we wanted with him.\"

\"Do you hear that, John? Your little wifey likes you being helpless?\" gloated Cathy

What else did we do, Sarah? Before and after we had finished with John here?\"

\"We, well, we filmed it on your phone, Mistress, then posted it on your private website.\"

\"Is it popular?\"

\"Yes, mistress, one of the most popular clips on there.\"

\"Do you think we should make some more?\"

\"Oh yes, Mistress, they are so much fun.\"

\"Should we include your hubby?

There was a moment of silence.

\"Yes, please, Mistress\"...

Later that evening......

I found myself lying in the fetal position at the foot of our marital bed. Naked and collared except for cuffs on my wrists, my hands were now in front of me. My ankles were similarly cuffed with a longer length of chain between them. I was getting a little more used to the weight of the cage surrounding my cock. The sounds of pleasure and pain from the bed above had now subsided and had been replaced by the steady breathing of restful sleep.

The light quilt that was haphazardly thrown over me was rubbing on the welts, and red lines crisscrossing my back, buttocks, and thighs. They were now in the tingling phase, enough of a memory to know I didn't want any more. Earlier, after the blindfold and gag were removed and I was led down to the living room, I thought it would be a great idea to tell Cathy and Sarah precisely what I thought of them.

Sarah was horrified, but Cathy just stood with her arms folded until I stopped for breath. Then, with a speed and strength that I would never have thought she could achieve, her hand was in my hair, and I was pulled down to the floor. Her boot heel stabbed my back as she held me down with her foot.

\"How dare you!\" Cathy shouted, \"You fucking ingrate; I should have just taken Sarah away from you as I intended\".... It seems a whack from her crop underlined every word. \"I knew I was wasting my time with you.\"... more whacks...,\" But Sarah convinced me otherwise, but I knew you were a useless waste of time\"...

I lost the ability to listen properly by this time. My mind was concentrating on the burning pain.

I seem to remember Sarah pleading.

\"Mistress, please stop, please, let me talk to him,\" Sarah begged.

A couple of more whacks followed by a kick in the ribs, then Cathy's face was down next to mine. She grabbed a handful of hair, pulled my head up, and looked into my tear-stained face.

\"You better fucking listen to her, Bitch, or we're out of here, and you'll never see her again.\"

She let go of my head, stood, and disappeared, leaving Sarah and me alone.

I felt Sarah's hands on my arms as she tried to help me up for the second time that day.

She helped me crawl to the couch, helped me lie down on it, face down. She undid the cuffs, pulled my arms forward, and secured them to the arm of the couch, so I was lying face down with my arms stretched out.

\"I'll be back,\" she said quietly. She stroked my head and kissed my wet cheek.

I was shivering a little, probably shocked, in shock when she returned. I felt instant relief as a warm, damp towel was draped over me. Then, Sarah patted me with a dry towel and applied cream.

She covered me with a soft blanket, put a straw to my lips, and had me drink water.

Then she started to talk.

\"John, please let me explain everything to you. While I am, I would prefer it if you didn't interrupt me. Please nod if you understand.\"

I nodded, and in truth, all the fight had left me.

\" I met Cathy again after we both met her. Remember, you went away for a week, a couple of days after we went round to introduce ourselves. Well, on the Monday after you left for work, she knocked on the door and said she wanted to ask a few questions about the neighborhood. She came in, and we had a great chat about everything. She is so intelligent. She's also a great listener, and I told her things I didn't even tell you.\"

For instance, I even told her how unsatisfied I was with you and the way we made love. I know this may not be fair to you, but it's true.\"

\"As though my night couldn't get any worse,\" I thought.

She continued.

\"Well, I got a call the next day, and Cathy invited me around for early supper. So I went around taking a bottle of wine. I wasn't expecting much, just a casual supper, but when she opened the door. Well, let's say the transformation in her took my breath away. She wore a high white silk blouse, a black leather knee-length skirt with a thick belt around her waist, Black stockings, and little heels in black leather pixie boots. Honestly, John, I know you called her fat, but you're mistaken. Her hair was slicked back, and she wore heavy goth-style makeup, including the deepest red lips I'd ever seen. She towered over me and made me feel so small.\"

She reached over to the coffee table and took a sip of wine, which she must have brought in when she fetched me the towels and water. She took a breath and continued.

\"We ate supper and chatted. I tried to drink wine, but she told me she'd rather I didn't and gave me sparkling water. As it turned out, she wanted me to have a clear head for later.

After we cleared the supper things away, she smiled at me, took my hand, and led me to her lounge. I'm not sure what I felt then, but it felt so natural for her to take my hand and for me to follow.\"

She took another sip of wine and offered me more water through the straw before continuing.

\"Cathy then had me sit on one of her very comfortable lounge chairs, looked me in the eyes, and asked me how I felt. I told her I felt good. It then got a little strange, but I went with it, and it turned my life around. She asked me how the way she was dressed made me feel. I was a little taken aback, but I told her the truth initially; I was a little intimidated, and she just smiled and asked me what else. I was a little hesitant to tell her, so she asked if it made her look powerful; I just nodded, so she asked me if I liked the thought of her seeming powerful. I just nodded again and whispered yes. I've got to tell John, she turned me on in a way I've never felt before.\"

She took another sip of wine and continued.

\"She asked if her powerful look excited me, and I felt my face go red with embarrassment as I nodded yes. Then she changed tack and asked me if I liked her skirt. I told her I did, and she asked if I wanted to touch it. I gulped and told her I would. She pointed to the floor before her and told me I couldn't reach it from the chair. I got her meaning, got up from the chair, stepped to where she stood, and reached out and touched her skirt's soft leather. She looked down at me and put her hands on my shoulders. I looked up into her eyes, and I was lost. She gently pushed me to my knees. I just felt so right. I stroked her skirt, and she told me to smell it. I put my face to it and took in the heady odor. She then told me to kiss it, so I did, and I found my face nudging between her parted legs without any direction.

Sarah took a deep breath before continuing. I glanced down at her and saw she had her hands between her legs.

\"Cathy pulled gently on my hair and had me look up at her down-turned face. She told me to kiss her boots. I didn't even question it; I just dropped down and kissed and licked her boots. I can't explain the feeling; it was, well, it was just like I was home. Crazy right? In a comparative stranger's house. Another girl, no less, and I felt like I'd belonged here all my life. Well, it wasn't long before she had me standing in front of her and stripping. She hadn't even touched me at this point, not even a kiss or a stroke. She told me to strip, and I wanted to, no, needed to. So there I was, naked in front of her. My nipples were like bullets, and my crotch felt like a dripping tap. I've never felt like that before, not even with you.\"

My wife smiled sadly at me and stroked my face. She then pulled her hand from between her legs and put it under my nose and rubbed it there and told me to lick, and God damn it, I did, and I felt pain in my groin as my penis tried to erect in its cage.

\"See, even the thought of it excites me now; you'll get it too if you let it happen. Anyway, as I was saying. She told me to put my arms behind my back and stand with my legs apart. With one hand, she reached for my right nipple, and I winced as she squeezed and rolled it between finger and thumb. The pain lessened as she put her other hand between my legs, and I almost came as she slid her finger up inside me. It was then that she kissed me, and I kissed her back. I couldn't get enough of her, and she didn't let me go; she squeezed my tit and fingered me until my legs gave way with the pleasure she was giving me, and I collapsed into her\".

Sarah continued,

\"She held me tight for a minute, then had me stand. She produced some leather cuffs and a collar, and a leash from a wall unit in the lounge. She locked my arms behind me, put on the collar, and pulled the leash.

Sarah took some more wine, and her fingers were back between her legs before she continued.

\"The rest of that week before you came home, I was willingly kept in some restraint. The following morning, she told me I should leave unless I begged to stay. I didn't even hesitate and threw myself at her feet. I was and still am absolutely obsessed with her. I couldn't imagine my life without her. During that week, whenever I talked to you on the phone, I was in some bondage, or Mistress Cathy was fucking me while she made me chat with you.

When you returned, I tried to act as normal as possible, but had to report to her daily. She even made me hide a wifi cam in the bedroom and told me when to fuck you and what to do and say. Not that you noticed any difference. When I came, I came thinking of her and not you\".

\"I didn't even feel guilty. Then things got slightly uncomfortable when she told me I should leave you. The trouble is, for all of your faults, I still love you. Not in the way I love Mistress Cathy, of course. That's when she came up with a possible solution.\"

After another sip of wine, I was presented with her wet fingers again and told to lick, which I did. This time, she told me I was a good boy and rubbed my head before continuing.

\"That solution is that you become our slave. Mistress told me this was the only way it would work, and it was my job to convince you. So now you've got to ask yourself if you still want me in your life and how much you will give up to make that happen. You may speak now.\"

I'm sorry to say I blinked away a few tears. I loved Sarah so much, and the thought of not having her in my life was too much to bear. So I rationalized that maybe over time, if I played their game, then I might win her back.

\"Please, Sarah, I don't want to lose you, but I need your help. I don't know how all this works.\"

She almost leaped on me, hugged my head, and kissed my face all over. It was like I had given her that Christmas present she had always wanted.

\"Oh, thank, thank you, thank you,\" she said., Now, we just have to convince Mistress Cathy. \"

I looked at her, puzzled; she smiled and said

\"I'll have to take you to her as a slave, and you'll have to beg her to keep you.\"

\"You're fucking kidding,\" I replied, taken aback.

A reply that got me a smack around the face.

\"You just asked me to help John, didn't you? Well, this is the only way.\"

\"I'm sorry,\" I stuttered.

\"Ok. We have to get you up. Are you ready?

\"Oh, and you better start calling me Ms. and Cathy Mistress, OK?\"

\"Yes, Ms..,\" I replied.

She smiled and rubbed my head.

I was soon kneeling behind my wife, collared and arms secured behind me, and listened as Sarah asked Mistress Cathy if she could forgive me for my outburst and please listen to what I had to say next.

Mistress Cathey snorted and looked down at me

\"Well?' She asked.

\"Please, Mistress, forgive my behavior and allow me to be your slave. Ms. Sarah promised to help guide me to be the best slave I can be for both of you.\"......

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