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Computer GamesComputer Games by Kim (Kim@nym.alias.net)(c) 1996***The story may well fall somewhat spectacularly between two stools,which could be kinda messy now I think about it, but I digress asusual. It’s about games of consensual dominance and submission playedout between a loving couple. That means the S&M crowd will probablyfind it too tame, there being not a nipple clamp in sight. And thestraight vanilla folks may well find it too pervy as there’s notreally a single instance of conventional penetrative sex. Still, theother three or four of you out there might find it interesting, orhopefully even stimulating.I should point out that, in the words of M1ke Hunt, all of whatfollows is true, other than the bits I made up. It’s also not meant tobe autobiographical in any way, apart from the bits that are, ofcourse.I should also point out that nobody was hurt during the production ofthis story apart from the odd outbreak of writer’s cramp.One last point worth considering is that the couple portrayed in thisstory are healthy consenting adults, whose only desire is the pursuitof their and their partner’s happiness. No coercion was needed forthem to take part in this, and they are both firmly over the age of21.Feel free to s**tter smiley faces in any of the above, as you see fit:) * * * Standard Disclaimer * * *Due to the vagaries of what constitutes acceptable standards aspracticed throughout the world, all I can say is don’t read this storyif it’s going to get you in any trouble, OK. Also, don’t practiceunsafe sex, or walk around with open scissors. Finally, don’tconceive if you don’t want the responsibility of nurturing.* * * End of Disclaimer * * *Computer Games on a Sunday By KimI lay there on my back with my legs spread and my eyes closed. Myboyfriend Rob was kneeling with his face buried in my crotch. My lefthand was gently rolling my left nipple and my right had a firm grip ofhis erect penis. His left hand was stretched back and playing with myright nipple, whilst his right hand was wrapped around my rightbuttock. As he rocked his head back and forth his tongue slid acrossmy swollen clitoris and his nose nuzzled in and out of my outer lips.You could say that we were in a sixty-nine position but for the factthat his knees were to my right and I was using my hand instead of mymouth.I could feel the inevitable beginning to build in my lower belly andthe familiar buzz in my head. I began to involuntarily lift my pelvisin rhythmic thrusts. As I began to reach my peak I could feel hispenis begin to spasm and squirm about under his skin. We were bothbeginning to pant in short intense bursts.Then came the rush and the momentary loss of conscious thought. Ispiralled up into space and revelled in the moment. Sadly it ended alltoo soon, and I opened my eyes to the sight of Rob sitting back on hisheels laughing. His grinning face was soaked with sweat and my juices,especially his beard. I became aware of a wetness across my rightshoulder and breast. He’d sprayed his semen at the same time as I’dbeen occupied with my own orgasm.Not bad timing, but we’d often found the sight of one or other of usreaching climax was sufficient to set the other off. No great secretreally, no hours spent in tantric exercises, just love, understandingand a shared lust for each other. Rob went off to wash his face, Iwiped myself down with some tissues and then lay there luxuriating inthe afterglow. When he got back I snuggled close and we gently kissedand smiled into each other’s eyes. I laid my head on his shoulder andlet my mind drift. Neither of us spoke for ages. It was wonderful.* * *I sat at my computer going over some of my notes. I had a deadline tomeet and editors can get really impatient. Bouts of impromptu sex withboyfriends were not usually held as great excuses for tardiness. I hadto concentrate but my mind was drifting. Damn, an overactive sex drivecan be a pain at times. A strange thought occurred as I sat staring atthe screen. We needed to expand our repertoire. Oh sure we already hada good sex life, better than many if what I read was true, but I guessI’m just greedy by nature. I suddenly felt I deserved more. But whatthe hell was I looking for?I found my mouse hovering over the net icon. Oh the hell with work, Ithought, let’s go hunting for some inspiration. Several hours later Iwas not really any the wiser. I’d patrolled the newsgroups, lurkedin some chat rooms, and perused many an adult site on the Web. Icouldn’t exactly say I was lacking for suggestions, like they say, alllife is here. But still something was missing. I decided I didn’t yetknow what I wanted. I thought I was willing to try most things atleast once just to see what hit the right buttons, and to make sure Ihadn’t overlooked anything, but what I was looking for specificallystill eluded me.I called Rob into the room and told him I was on a mission to add toour sex life and that he should have his say. I don’t know why Ishould have been surprised, but he was very enthusiastic. I guess youcan never over estimate a male’s capacity for either partaking in oreven just plain talking about sex. All sorts of strange ideas camepouring out of him. Gee, you think you know somebody! If it wasphysically possible he was willing to give it a go. We both agreed wehad limits that we wouldn’t go beyond, but other than that, we’dsooner or later get around to trying it. Most of our nasty ideasseemed to revolve around some form of control; the classic dom/subscenario.I thought this over for a while and concluded that there was still amissing element. We’d both agreed that we wouldn’t bring any thirdparties in on our games, nor would we embarrass any innocentbystanders. I was glad to see that a****ls, c***dren and bodilyfunctions were all outside either of our fantasies.It seemed to me that what we needed was a ‘ring master’. This was aproblem, of course, as we’d agreed to no outside intervention. Who wasto be our controller? Then I had a flash of inspiration. Of course,why had I been so dumb? – the computer would be our guide. I excitedlyexplained to Rob what needed to be done. He wasn’t sure at first,being suspicious of computers, so I asked him to stay away while I goton and programmed it. He went off into another room shaking his headand muttering about women and technology being a dangerous mix andwent back to reading some book. I sat down to map out the program Iwas already beginning to envisage. Two hours later it was completed,well, at least to a degree that would provide the sort of thing wewere looking for.I sat Rob down at the keyboard and guided him through the program. Ishowed him what he kadıköy escort had to do to set it up. The program had threelevels of perversity I explained. All he needed to do was fill in somesimple lists of the things he’d like us to do and what he’d like us towear. I told him I would be doing the same, and that it would be morefun if neither of us saw what the other had entered. It would be muchless calculated if it came as a surprise to us, especially as I hadprogrammed an added twist of random selection of who would be incharge.Rob wasn’t really convinced of that part, but was at least willing togive it a try. I suggested we should try it out on Sunday next, whenwe would have the time to give it a thorough testing. It would alsogive us a chance to come up with the lists of escalating perversitythat were required. I had my first two levels of lists ready to input,but I had to admit that the third list was proving harder. Just howfar was I willing to go in search of sexual kicks? Worse, how far wasI willing to push Rob? Would we get so far down the road that wewould lose the simple love and lust we already had for each other?Would it force us apart for some unseen reason? I was understandablynervous, but at the same time more excited than I had been in ages.I typed in my lists and saved them. I decided I’d leave the finallevel in abeyance till we had had a chance to see how things weregoing. I called Rob in to enter his first lists and explained I washolding back on the final level until such time as we could see if itwas working. As I left the room I could see him smiling and absentlyscratching his bearded chin. A sure sign he was giving this someserious thought. Sunday was only three days away, but already Icouldn’t wait for it to come.* * *Finally Sunday was upon us. We had both been in an expectant mood andhad even forgone our regular Saturday night of passion so that wewould both be completely in the mood.My only concern was that the program would come up with a combinationthat was simply not possible, but I’d worry about that if and when ithappened. We both stood in front of the computer with Rob being giventhe honor of pressing the start key.”OK honey, let’s let her rip. Whatever happens we follow it to theletter, agreed?” he asked. I nodded, too excited to speak. His handhovered over the key but didn’t press down. He glanced up and lookedstraight into my eyes. “I love you”, he said and gave me a kiss on thecheek. “Look, press the fucking button”, I growled. I was, erm, workedup as you can imagine. He raised his eyebrow with the smug look healways gave me whenever I lost it a bit and swore. He grinned againand pushed the button.The screen slowly cleared from the swirling patterns of color. “Shit”I muttered. Rob read the screen and grinned his mischievous smile.There it was on the screen.Scenario: Mouth Fuck. Sub To Wear: Business Suit. Person InCharge: Rob.”Is that all, a fucking blow job?” I said in disgust. Rob put hisfinger to his lips in a shushing manner. “No talking now. You’ve justearned yourself a promotion interview with that stuck-up boss youhate” he said with an evil grin. “Now go get changed. I want your bestpower dressing. Hair up and large glasses. Oh and bring along thatsoft leather briefcase”. I didn’t know what he was up to, but he’dclearly been thinking about this in advance.It was just typical that I’d get to play submissive on our first go.With a haughty flick of my hair I stalked off into the dressing room.But by the time I reached into the wardrobe I was beginning to get alittle excited at the prospect of play acting. I quickly slipped outof my jeans and T-shirt and slid into a crisp white blouse. I rolledup some smoky black panty-hose and stepped into a conservativeknee-length skirt. I pinned my hair up into a bun and applied a darkshade of lipstick. I slipped on the matching suit jacket and put on mylarge glasses. They weren’t really necessary but they do give me anair of authority that goes down well in business. I stepped into thelow heeled black shoes and picked up my soft leather briefcase. Iflicked some imaginary dust off my jacket as I stood and looked atmyself in the mirror.I swept back into our home office, every inch the high flyingexecutive. Rob was sitting at the desk. “Ah, Miss Jones” he said.Straight into his act, he almost convinced me I was a Miss Jones.”I’ve read your resume, it’s very impressive. However, all myemployees have to pass a loyalty test. Can you obey my orders MissJones?” he asked. “I think so… Sir” I managed to say. He turned andpointed to the floor. I sighed and sank down in front of him. In spiteof my humiliating position I could feel myself getting aroused at theloss of control.”Now Miss Jones, I want to fuck your mouth. In fact I’m going to fuckyour mouth and you are not going to say or do anything to prevent me.Understand?”. I just nodded. I began to shuffle forward on my knees,but he surprised me by waving his finger in admonishment. “Just staywhere you are young lady” he said. I stopped still. “I want you to putyour right wrist through the handle of the briefcase. When you’ve donethat, swing the case behind your back and force your left wristthrough the handle as well. Then lay the case down on the back of yourlegs and sit on it”.Whilst not exactly bondage it certainly put me in a subdued pose. Sothere I sat, or should I say knelt, some office junior’s wet dream.Like some fancy lady executive all trussed up and available. God, Isuddenly felt deliciously wanton, slutty and completely submissive.Rob could see the look on my face. He stood up and looked down at me.”So what can I do for you Miss Jones?” he asked. “Please Sir… fuckmy mouth” I begged. He slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out hiserect penis, letting it hang close to my lips. I started to leanforward but he again stopped me with a wave of his hand. Now Iunderstood the subtle distinction between a blow- job and hismouth-fuck fantasy. I sat still and slowly opened my mouth as sexilyas I could.He gently took hold of my head and guided his penis into my waitingmouth. It slid in all the way to back of my throat. Just as I thoughtI was about to hit the gag- reflex he adjusted his stance and backedoff a bit. Then he slowly began to push in and out with firm rhythmicthrusts. I closed my eyes and concentrated on trying to ripple mytongue on the underside of his glans as it passed back and forth overmy teeth. If my hands had been free I would have been eagerlymasturbating.He began to build up his speed and I felt his penis begin üsküdar escort to twitch inthat strange manner that only meant one thing. I opened my eyes andlooked up between his hands as they cradled my head. Rob’s eyes wereclosed and he began to grunt in unison with his thrusts. He let out ayelp and his whole body trembled. The first jet of semen shot straightto the back of my throat and I involuntarily coughed and spluttered.He immediately withdrew and proceeded to squirt three more healthyjets into my hair, across my glasses and over my nose.He staggered back and sat down in the chair with a thump. I leantforward and tried to shake the semen off my face and spit it out of mymouth. I didn’t mind the taste, but it always seemed to catch me bysurprise and I just wanted rid of it without getting any on my bestsuit. I struggled to get my hands out of the briefcase handle.Eventually I pulled them free and leant forward on all fours,contemplating the pools of cum on the carpet and panting, both fromthe excitement and from the restricted breathing I had been suffering.I carefully removed my glasses and looked at them. They were going toneed a good wash. I gingerly touched my hair and could feel the semenbeginning to drip down my forehead. I looked up at Rob who was justcoming down from his orgasmic high. He looked at me with concern, so Ismiled reassuringly at him. “Well, do I get the fucking job or not?” Idemanded. We both started laughing. “Sure do babe, sure do” he managedbetween laughs.Laughing tended to kill my sex drive. One just didn’t go with theother for me. I got up to go and have a shower and wash the cum out ofmy hair. As I went to hang up my business suit I noticed a large damppatch on the seat of my skirt. Jesus, I had no idea that being asubmissive could be such a turn-on. I shrugged, my suit probablyneeded cleaning anyway.* * *That night in bed, after we had made exquisite love in a moreconventional manner, I lay on his shoulder in the afterglow. Being aman, of course, Rob had to ruin it by admitting he had cheated me.He’d typed mouth-fuck in every category. This had more or lessguaranteed that it would come up. He claimed he couldn’t help it as itwas something he had always fantasised about since he was a teenager.I punched him half-heartedly on the chest, but it’s amazing howforgiving you can be just after a good orgasm. Anyway, I didn’t mindthat much, it had been a very exciting scene for both of us.The more we talked about the program the more we decided that randompicking of dom and sub was not what we wanted. We decided to amend itto pick who was to be in charge on an alternating basis. This meant,of course, that next Sunday would be mine. I went to sleep with asmile on my face and a hand gently resting on my crotch.* * *It was Sunday. It had been awful waiting for this moment, but at lastit was here. I tried being nonchalant like Rob had been last Sunday,but I couldn’t wait. I just stepped forward and pressed the startbutton. The screen swirled and then cleared.Scenario: Bondage Subs To Wear: See-through Panties Person incharge: Me!!!It still excited me even though I already knew it would pick me to bethe dom. I was glad it had picked bondage, as I had been thinkingabout what to do all week if it did. The see-through panties, however,were a bit of a surprise. I would have to rewrite that bit and make itonly pick gender specific clothes. Still, it meant I could have somemore fun at Rob’s expense.I looked over at Rob. He was still grinning but not quite so smugly.Good, squirm you bastard, I thought. Revenge is sweet. “OK big-boy,strip” I ordered. He meekly began to shed his clothes. It was obviousthat being ordered about wasn’t too much to his disliking as his peniswas beginning to erect and the first tell-tale signs of pre- cum wereforming. “Just stay there and don’t move a muscle” I ordered as I leftfor the bedroom.Quickly going through my lingerie drawer I found the perfect pair ofpanties. I also grabbed several pairs of stockings. I slowly strolledback to Rob and held the panties up for him to look at. “I bet youdidn’t think that when you put that in the machine it would be you whogot to wear them” I taunted. He began to say something but I held upmy hand to silence him. “To the letter, buster” I teased. With asigh of resignation he quickly squeezed into them. They were going tobe all pulled out of shape, but I didn’t mind as I had other plans forthem soon anyway. His now erect penis was sticking out over the topof the panties. I leant forward and grasped it firmly. “OK, follow me,my sexy sub”. I led him into the dining room and stood him close tothe table. “So, you thought you’d cheat last Sunday did you? Wellnow it’s payback time Rob” I said, giggling.I took a dining room chair and stood it in front of him. He mistakenlythought I wanted him to sit on it but I waved him away. He stood backlooking puzzled. I took the chair and tilted it up on its front legs,then pushed it all the way over to the ground. It was now resting onthe floor on the front of the seat and the top of the back rail, withall four legs sticking up in the air. I pointed at the upturned baseof the chair and ordered him to kneel with his knees outside the chairlegs. I quickly knelt down and tied his knees to the legs of the chairwith some of the stockings. Then I pushed him over the base of thechair so that his head was resting on the carpet and his panty coveredass was sticking up in the air. I pulled both his hands back behindhim and tied them palm up to the back legs of the chair. My finalpiece of bondage was to loop a stocking round his neck and through theback of the chair and tie it off. I stood back to admire myhandiwork. He looked deliciously helpless. “OK, babe, try and get outof that”. With his arms held straight out behind him and his kneesforced apart it was beginning to dawn on Rob that he really wasn’tgoing anywhere. He struggled and tugged a few times but then gaveup. “All right, ya got me hog tied, so what happens now?” he asked.Bent over nearly double with his head touching the floor was not acomfortable position to be in. It must have also occurred to him thatI really was now in full control. I was trembling with excitement andI knew I would be wet. I felt wonderfully horny.I got down on the floor next to Rob’s face. He twisted up to look atme. I leaned forward and kissed him on the bridge of his nose. “Yousee, the thing of it is, sweetie, I do all the talking. Naughty boyswho wear panties should be teased and not heard”. I got up and went tothe kitchen. I noisily searched through the cutlery tuzla escort drawer and loudlysaid “Aha, just what I need” and ostentatiously snipped the scissorsI’d picked up. I returned to Rob and snipped them a few more timesclose to his face. He flinched in a pleasing display of alarm. “Nowwhat shall we cut off?” I asked. Rob didn’t say a word but he kept hiseyes fixed on the scissors as I snipped fresh air a few more times. Islowly circled behind him out of his line of sight. I touched the coldmetal of the closed scissors to the top of the inside of his left leg.I was rewarded with a small muffled yelp of surprise and Rob flinchingaway from the metal. He couldn’t go far and I leant forward andtouched them to his leg again.This time he was more controlled and managed to resist yelping ormoving. I ran the still closed scissors round his leg and up to theedge of the straining panties. With a quick snip I sliced throughthem. I then dragged the scissors across his exposed ass to the otherside and snipped through them again. It was a pity about the panties,they were a nice pair, but I figured it was worth it.The panties fell down and hung between his legs, held up by hiserection which was pressed firmly against the bottom of the chairseat. I slowly pulled the panties free and went round and lay on thefloor next to Rob’s face. “OK big-mouth time to be gagged, open up” Iordered. He shook his head and kept his mouth shut. “Tsk Tsk,insubordination already, and we’ve hardly begun” I chided. I leantforward and squeezed his nose shut. He immediately started to heaveand buck but he couldn’t escape me. His mouth flew open in a gasp andan attempt to say something. I rammed the cut panties straight in andtied them in place with a final stocking. Rob snorted and grunted,trying to speak through the gag. But in his inclined position nothingintelligible came out and so he stopped trying.”There, that’s better isn’t it?” I said. “Now we can get on with theshow”. I sat down with my legs spread either side of his head andshuffled forward on my bottom till his forehead was resting on mypubic bone. I dropped my skirt over the back of his head and startedslowly dragging my finger nails up and down his exposed back. Hehuffed and jiggled exquisitely against my crotch. This lasted forabout five minutes until he began to flag from the exertion as I madehim writhe about. I ended the scratching with a rousing dose of bongodrumming on his upturned ass cheeks. My hands were beginning to smartso I stood up and walked round to the back of the chair. His ass wasnow a nice shade of red.It seemed Rob was enjoying being a submissive as much as I had theprevious Sunday. He was still painfully erect and a rivulet of pre-cumhad run down the bottom of the chair seat. I leant forward and cuppedhis balls in my hand. Rob let out an involuntary moan and tried togrind his hips to bring himself to orgasm. I squeezed his balls gentlyand held him firm. He stopped moving and let out a groan ofdisappointment. As a reward for his obedience I leant forward andlicked both balls two or three times. I then slowly licked up and downbetween his scrotum and his anus. As he seemed to be enjoying this toomuch I stopped and circled round the front again. His eyes were shutand he was breathing heavily through his nose. “Hey Rob, you’ll likethis” I called out. He opened his eyes and watched me as I lifted upmy skirt and wriggled out of my panties. I dropped them down in frontof his face and stood over him with my feet either side of his head.I slowly squatted down with my crotch touching the back of his headbut I was careful not to put any weight on him. “You got my hair allmessy last Sunday so I thought I’d return the compliment” I told himas I gently moved my pussy back and forth. I couldn’t keep it up forlong as it hurt my legs keeping all my weight off his neck. When Ilifted off I was gratified to see his hair was tangled and nicelymatted with my juices. It had sure felt nice rubbing myself on himlike that.”Hmmm, should I go and take in a film or do some shopping? After allyou’ll still be here when I get back” I mused out loud. Rob startedstruggling and moaning. I could tell he was probably reaching hislimit and wasn’t looking for any more teasing. So I went to thekitchen and got a tub of margarine from the refrigerator. I put itdown in front of Rob’s face. I could see the look of puzzlement in hiseyes. I pulled the lid off and tipped it forward for him to see.”Still don’t get it huh?” I asked. “Well here’s a clue” I said as Iplunged my right thumb into the margarine. “If it was good enoughfor Marlon Brando, then it’s good enough for me”.I fizzed inside with power as I walked behind him again and graspedhis balls. But this time I lifted them up till my thumb came levelwith his exposed ass-hole. I could feel him tense as we both knew whatI was going to do next. I slowly rotated my thumb round his bud whichtwitched and convulsed waiting for the intrusion. His penis stiffenedeven more as I pushed the tip of my greased thumb into him andstopped. He forced himself to relax and I pushed the rest of the wayin. He moaned as loudly as the gag would let him. I waited for him torelax again and slowly lifted his balls and ass up, then pushed down.I settled to a slow rhythm of rise and fall which rubbed his penisacross the underside of the chair seat.I worked him faster and faster, and at the same time pushed on hisprostate gland. He began to grunt and groan with each movement ofhis pelvis. “Cum for me, baby” I demanded and felt his sphincter beginto spasm and clench. Suddenly he gave a low guttural groan and letloose a torrent of semen down the chair. I felt each ejaculation as heclenched around my thumb. Eventually he slumped down totally spent andI managed to withdraw my slick thumb. Looking down I couldn’t believethe amount of cum he’d squirted down the back of the chair.I untied his right hand and then went to wash my hands. When Ireturned all he’d managed to do was pull the stocking down around hisneck and spit the panties out. He was breathing heavily and his eyeswere closed. I untied all his bindings, lifted him up and helped himthrough to the bedroom. He slumped on to the bed. I undressed and laydown next to him. Eventually he spoke. “I’m not sure I can do thisonce a week” he whispered. I smiled and cuddled close. After a momentof cuddling I whispered back “Would you like to lick me?”. I was hornyas hell after our little scene and really wanted some. Rob never saida word, just gently snored.Damn, why didn’t I ever seem to get any orgasms from these computergames?. Oh well, I thought, there’s always next Sunday. And so therewould be, but that’s another story.The End.If you should happen to be one of the three or four that may haveliked this story, feel free to either e-mail me (Kim@nym.alias.net) orpost a glowing testimonial in alt.sex.stories.d :)Failing that, say it like it is and constructively point out why it’sa load of crap.

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