The Bridge Game - A Sequel

The Bridge Game Part 2 (A Sequel) Saying my life has been interesting over the last six months is a mild way to put it. Since that fateful Tuesday when Mistress introduced me as her slave to her bridge club, everything around here has shifted. Starting the next week she made sure I followed new rules for greeting guests. Instead of welcoming them at the door myself, I now have to wait in the driveway for each player to arrive, open their car doors, help them out, guide them inside, and pour their drinks before heading back outside. Naturally, as more ladies show up, the line of cars grows longer, pushing me closer to the street.

Local laws about being naked on your own property are a bit unclear. As long you don’t intend to expose yourself in an unpleasant or lewd way, no law is broken. Still, complaints happen and I’ve ended up chatting with local police more than once after someone spotted a bare man in my front yard. Usually the desk sergeant calls my wife to confirm it’s just me. Sometimes a female officer insists on driving out to ‘investigate’. The neighbors know about our Tuesday rituals and mostly ignore their naked valet.

As time went on, things got even more interesting. The ladies shared news with friends, some wanting to see for themselves. With Mistress Vicky’s okay, club members started bringing guests to the weekly game. A few loved the scene so much that we expanded it. Now there are two games each week. With four players in each group and two alternates who always have standing invitations, eight to twelve ladies usually attend. If any member introduces a new friend, that number goes up.

As our circle grew, so did the array of tools available for the ladies to use on my bottom. Mistress ordered me to spend hours in my shop working on two projects. Usually I enjoy shop time because it offers solitude and woodwork when I like taking my time crafting each piece. Sometimes she tells me exactly what to make, which brings deadlines that can be less enjoyable. This was one of those times; the first project involved a long hall table. The second part wasn’t as pleasant since I knew why. With several patterns for making paddles and after consulting with the girls about their favorites, Mistress told me how many of each pattern to build. Now when ladies enter the house they see twenty-five different paddles arranged on that hall table ready for choice. Mistress keeps exclusive rights to her spatula, cat-o-nine tails, and the flogger I recently made for her. Outsiders can’t pick a paddle right away but she often lets them choose as the afternoon wears on.

Another rule change occurred: The three original regulars now hold nearly equal power over me when we are at home and must be addressed as Mistress. To Linda and Sue it is amusing; they still see this as play. But Vicky delights in knowing she no longer needs permission from my main Mistress, constantly finding new ways to torment me.

Which brings us to today. With two extra guests eager to watch the show I just guided the last of thirteen women inside. The bridge matches have begun and I rush to ensure everyone’s drinks are fresh. After checking that all glasses were filled properly so no lady went without, Mistress Vicky declared I needed a handicap. She had me get on my knees and elbows then stepped behind me. I felt her caress my balls before grabbing them and pulling them back, stretching the sac as far as possible. My main Mistress joined in holding the position while something closed around the sack trapping my balls behind me. Once locked, I sensed the ‘wings’ of the Humbler pressing against my upper thighs just below my buttocks. Before letting me resume duties each lady gave five stinging swats to my rear. Standing straight became impossible now and every step pulled at my captive testicles with the device on. My stride shortened slowing me down so refilling snacks and drinks took longer. I was reminded constantly that I wasn’t keeping up as fourteen paddles caressed my backside, mostly in good fun, for the next ninety minutes.

When the games finished the women swapped coffee and soda for various wines. I kept watching to see if anyone needed more while clearing dishes, putting away cards, and folding down the card table from the second match. After washing, drying, and storing everything (I am forbidden from using the dishwasher), they called me into the living room. My life and duties as a slave were explained thoroughly to our two new guests as I presented myself for inspection. Once done, Mistress invited both ladies to choose paddles from the table. When they returned with their picks, she ordered me to kneel before each one, kiss their feet, and offer ten swats from each paddle as an official welcome to my home. The first three were light and playful enough that Linda offered to demonstrate a paddle’s use. Knowing her attitude toward my submission this surprised me. A bigger shock came when she revealed the specific paddle for the afternoon: an 18” fraternity paddle with four grooves running down one side. Leaning over the couch arm, I felt the first blow from the smooth face followed quickly by a second from the grooved edge. After about thirty seconds two more landed rapidly in succession, each from opposite sides. The power of those impacts made it clear I had received my first welts before Linda stepped back inviting our guests to begin their turn. It became obvious—especially to me—that they learned fast. Their swats were firm and grew harder as they delivered ten apiece.

After checking on wine and snacks again, I knelt near the kitchen door watching for anyone needing assistance. While waiting Mistress approached, tied a blindfold over my eyes, and mentioned we had a new game. Then came sounds of furniture moving along with whispers and giggles. When told to lift the blindfold I saw women standing in two rows about three feet apart facing each other forming a gauntlet. At one end sat an ottoman holding M’Lady’s cat-o-nine tails. My task was to retrieve that whip using only my mouth, returning it silently without dropping it while moving through the line. Success meant reward; failure brought punishment. Just as I thought this wouldn’t be too difficult she laid down more rules: crawl blindfolded with wrists and ankles cuffed together by 6” chain links. The Humbler stayed on keeping my balls pulled out and exposed even though the target remained my rear.

Mistress announced it was time to start and secured my blindfold. I had barely crawled a few feet when I felt the sting of a paddle. Because the short chains limited movement each lady had enough time to land several blows before moving on to me again. The most difficult were the smaller paddles shaped like hand mirrors or hairbrushes, so it seemed. Their stings are remarkable but somehow I managed.

to make it the twenty-five feet or so to the ottoman without crying out. As I was getting a grip on the handle of the cat with my mouth I felt a blow that I recognized from earlier. Mistress Linda released a flurry of swats to my ass and the back of my thighs with the grooved side of the frat paddle. Just as I got turned around and started back through the gauntlet she landed one last blow to the back of both thighs at the same time that must have taken all the strength she had. The inside of the blindfold was suddenly soaked with tears and I gripped the handle in my mouth as hard as I could using it like a bit gag to maintain my silence. As I got closer to my goal the rain of paddles on my buttocks became almost constant as the ladies tried to make me scream out or drop the cat. I was just as determined to spoil their plans and I knew I had succeeded when Mistress stepped from her place in line to in front of me and told me she was proud of me. I bent down to the floor and placed the cat-o-nine tails at her feet before kissing each one. After a few minutes I was helped to my feet and the chain was removed from my ankle cuffs. Everyone agreed that I had earned the promised reward but there was a problem. Since no one expected me to survive the gauntlet successfully only the punishment had been decided. I was to have been positioned on the coffee table on my knees and elbows with my face in my hands while Mistress flogged my balls, still captive in the Humbler, with the cat. I was sent to the back porch so I couldn’t hear as they discussed my reward. After about 15 minutes I was brought back in, the Humbler removed and my cuffed wrists were lifted to a hook in the ceiling. Once again I was blindfolded and a spreader bar was placed between my ankles. I was thinking this didn’t feel like a reward until several hands began rubbing my ass and thighs with lotion, soothing and cooling them from all the abuse they had suffered. As I relaxed Mistress kissed me softly and passionately telling me to enjoy my reward but I was not to cum. Next I felt my cage being removed and hands applying lubricant to my cock. As another pair of hands cupped and stroked my balls I was told to make sure I warned the ladies every time I got close so I wouldn’t orgasm. The reward lasted for almost an hour as my sore ass was massaged while my cock, balls and nipples were under assault by ladies I wasn’t allowed see. My cock and balls were being stroked, fondled and sucked constantly except when I had to stop them from pushing me over that magical edge and my nipples were being pinched, twisted and bitten. I don’t know how many of the ladies, or which ones, joined in but no part of my body was ever ignored. The first sign it was over was the massaging stopped. Then my nipples were abandoned with one last kiss leaving them wet to the cool air. The last part of my reward was a very talented mouth taking me to the edge one last time. My ankles were released but not my wrists as each of the fourteen guests kissed my cheek, fondles my ass and thanked me for a wonderful afternoon. I told them all that it was my pleasure to serve them and that I already was looking forward to next week’s game. Then quiet. I could hear Mistress moving around the room picking up glasses and dishes. She washed, dried and put them away before coming back into the room and taking the blindfold off. Again she kissed me, softly at first and then harder as her tongue explored my mouth. When she stepped back and knelt down I was expecting to feel cold steel of the cage. Instead she told me to remain silent and enjoy the rest of my reward. Her fingers, tongue and lips soon had me fully erect again before taking me deep into her mouth. Despite my best effort to hold back and make it last my climax was only minutes away as I exploded in my Mistress’ beautiful mouth. She cleaned me up and replaced the cage before releasing my wrists and leading me to bed. We spent the rest of the evening cuddling until we fell asleep in each others arms. I wonder what future games will be like? (And I’m not thinking about bridge)