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                                      Pet Games
                  For those of you following Alice's adventures, this takes place
                    immediately after the story The Return or Returning Home (in
                    which Alice gets taken for a long car ride and various other
                 ministrations, some of which are done by her lover's friend Jon),
                   but before the stories Absolutely Yours & Alice Takes a Walk.
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                  "Down, pet".  I pushed him face down on the futon couch, folded
                   out into a bed.  "Wha...".  He clearly was not expecting this
                             kind of treatment.  He fell pretty hard.  
                   Part of the anger from a few evenings ago, our last game, had
                 come back to me.  I had long ago resolved that I would not top in
                  anger.  So, I spent lots of time thinking about the anger.  It 
                  had helped a little to write to Jon about it, and go through my
                    thoughts.  There was no question that I enjoyed the evening,
                  wherever it had been, both mentally and physically.  Jon made it
                  clear that he had enjoyed playing, in general, too.  I tried to
                   ask where we had gone, but Jon wouldn't even admit that he had
                   been in the room.  "I *heard* you, Jon".  All he would say is
                    "well, do you think there is something wrong with liking all
                   this?" or "why are you angry?".   We had eventually talked at
                  length, about passion and desire and making fantasy come true. 
                     Jon was a good friend, if tight-lipped about particulars.
                   When the anger was no longer something I felt, but something I
                   could think about, I let the thoughts about my lover fill me. 
                  What did all these games mean anyway?  I came up with trust, and
                   bonding, and finally returned to pleasure.  Just the plain and
                  simple pleasure of being exposed, being forced and the physical
                  sensations of his strength and warmth.  And that brought me back
                  around to his pleasure, and that he had said that he would like
                  to be topped and taken more often.  So topped and taken he would
                                                be. 
                  Straddling him from behind, I grabbed him by the nap of his neck
                    and pulled his head up.  "Not another word, do you hear", I
                     hissed between clenched teeth.  "Uh, yes, Ma'am".  Better,
                   better.  "Take your clothes off, but don't get up".  I stayed
                  sitting on him, and it made it difficult.  I liked watching him
                  struggle and I knew it embarrassed him not to do this smoothly. 
                  I turned around, still straddling him with my legs spread, so I
                  could get to his ass.  I started paddling him, open handed.  His
                 ass was tender, smooth and unmarked.  I loved it.  I thwacked him
                                               again.
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                  I loved her.  I loved this woman.  It started somewhere down in
                  my belly and worked its way up, spreading through my chest until
                  I thought I would explode.  It worked down, too, and I often did
                   explode.  I had never felt anything like this before.  My life
                  had been well ordered, with work and children and racquetball. 
                     She had turned everything upside down, and now my emotions
                  traveled from one end of the spectrum to the other.  Sometimes a
                  casual touch sent shivers chasing up and down my body.  I didn't
                       understand it, and she had taught me not to care about
                  understanding.  Damn, I loved that woman.  I loved her when she
                 was strong and when she was weak.  And there was no question that
                 I loved her when she held me down and forced me.  Like now.  Face
                 down on the bed, legs apart.  I did not doubt that she would hurt
                   me.  She had shown me the place beyond pain, where I could cry
                  and hurt and be loved and let go of everything else in my life. 
                 A place where I didn't have to work hard to keep myself in order,
                  where staying in order just didn't matter.  She had shown me an
                  awful lot, and all of it with love.  I knew that I owed her more
                 than I could possibly give back, and whatever she could and would
                                 and wanted to do to me was fine.  
                 She tied the blindfold on, and put in one earplug.  "It will make
                    everything seem more remote.  It will make you focus on the
                  feelings.  It will concentrate your attention wonderfully".  But
                    it was her attention I wanted.  Even if the pain hadn't been
                 something I enjoyed, I would have suffered it for her attention. 
                  She put in the other ear plug.  My attention concentrated.  Each
                    touch was charged and I strained to feel more.  My arms were
                     jerked over my head and tied down tight, legs pulled wide,
                    strapped to the corners.  It was a big bed.  I felt the cat
                   trailing down my spine, its leather tails tickling.  A sudden
                  blow startled me and I tried to jump.  I was indeed tied tight. 
                 I could feel a line of fire travel across my back to one buttock. 
                    She was watching me, she was loving me.  That was all that I
                                              wanted.
                  "Ooo, pet" she crooned near my ear.  It was hard to make out the
                  words.  But mostly she just made sounds as the sting between my
                  shoulder blades increased.  The single line of fire was a sheet
                   across my shoulders.  She leaned over me, stroking my back and
                   trailing her fingers down my ass to the inside of my thigh.  I
                  loved the way she touched my ass.  No one had done that before.
                 "Ooo, pet", an ear plug came out and a pointed tongue darted into
                  my ear, followed by a warm breath.  "Pet, you are enjoying this,
                  all too much, I think".  True, I was loving this.  I could bask
                 in her attention forever.  She loved me, she loved me, she wanted
                 me.  I'd never have enough.  I'd do anything to please her, and I
                          guess she knew it.  The ear plug went back in.  
                   I felt a cold sticky finger between my ass checks, probing to
                  find my anus.  Her finger circled the rim, and then pushed in. 
                 "Oof" I exhaled.  I had never had buttplay till she started.  The
                    first time it shocked the hell out of me.  In a shower, in a
                  hotel, she had just slipped a soapy pinky into my ass.  I nearly
                 fell.  It made me nervous, but, at the time, it was hard to admit
                    that it was new, or worse, that I didn't like something she
                  wanted.

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  We hadn't started playing BDSM games, yet.  It was just
                 another thing she did to me.  The next time we were together, she
                   had me lie on my back and hold me knees apart for her.  I had
                 felt massively exposed and vulnerable to her.  Then, with some KY
                   she started working two fingers into my ass.  She told me that
                  she would make me scream, and eventually I did.  I remember her
                    voice, as much as the words, "Relax," she had said in soft,
                   soothing voice, "lean into the feeling, let it happen to you,
                  welcome it".   It was the first time in my life I just let go in
                   bed, just let someone DO to me.  I must have cried for an hour
                                           afterwards.  
                   Now, when I felt her stroke my prostate, I nearly climbed the
                 walls.  Except I couldn't now, being tied down, I had to let go. 
                  It helped having no choice.  More lube and more fingers, she was
                 working hard on spreading me open.  A few strokes in and out, and
                  then circular massage on the inside.  Strokes, rubbing, strokes,
                   rubbing.  My mind got lost somewhere, climbing mountains with
                                      streams in the sunlight.
                  It stopped.  I was startled, I wanted more.  All of a sudden she
                   was in front of me removing the blindfold.  Smiling.  "I love
                  you" she was mouthed, I could barely hear the words and I smiled
                   back.  And then, something shoved into my ass.  Hard.  Bigger
                  than fingers or a butt plug.  And hands on my back, other hands
                   because there were hers, holding my head.  Someone was fucking
                   me.  Someone not my lover.  "Don't worry, its safe" she said,
                 loudly.  "Safe" I croaked.  It hurt.  It was big.  It was filling
                                   me up.  It was another man.  
                   She smiled at me, with a superior, I know you smile.  It was a
                  smile to which I could only say "yes, Ma'am".  I didn't want to
                  relax, I tried to fight this stranger, get him out of my body. 
                 But all I could do was squeeze his cock tighter, and elicit vague
                 sounds of male pleasure filtered through the earplugs.  The hands
                   were godawful strong.  When he sensed me struggling, he pushed
                    hard, down on my back, levering himself above me, forcing me
                   down.  He kept slamming harder and harder into me, shoving his
                   weight against my ass.  This insistent force was an incredible
                 contrast to her gentle hands.  They framed my lower face, fingers
                 curving up my checks, touching my earlobes, holding me still with
                   a slightest of touches and the deepest of feelings.   A tongue
                  reached out and flicked over my eyelids and down to my lips.  I
                           wanted to kiss her, but she wouldn't let me.  
                     "Give in to him" she said.  "Let him take you, for me".  I
                   screwed up my eyes, trying not to think about it.  A man above
                    me, with his cock in my ass, taking pleasure in my body.  He
                  seemed to be able to fuck forever.  I certainly didn't last this
                  long.  Or maybe it just seemed that way to me.  I wondered if my
                  lover felt like this when I lay on top of her.  The strong hands
                    raked down my sides, leaving scratches and probably blood in
                 their wake.  The finger tips felt rough as they reached around my
                  belly, travelled through my pubic hair and grabbed my cock.  One
                  hand pushed up so there was room for the other to start pumping
                 me roughly.  I groaned.  I didn't want to be turned on by another
                 man's hand on me, but he offered me no choice.  My cock responded
                   to the harsh touch, and I could feel my hips start to rock on
                  their own.  He kept on driving me, the same rhythm in my ass and
                   on my cock, herding me towards an inevitable orgasm.  I was in
                    his power, her power, I couldn't tell.  And I didn't think I
                                          cared any more.
                  "Don't let him come", she warned the other man, loud enough for
                 me to hear.  "No" I cried out, all of my self was in my cock,  "I
                   have too".   She slapped my face, and then smiled even more. 
                   "Stop now" she order the other man, "he's getting near, I can
                 tell".  The hand fell away from my cock, and I felt a backwash of
                   negative sensation travel up my spine to the base of my skull,
                   where it grabbed hard and hurt.  "More", I begged "oh, please
                  more".  I looked up into her eyes and thought if she only could
                  know how much I love her.  But she leaned forward and kissed my
                  head and pulled out the ear plugs.  The man had stopped moving,
                 and she spoke clearly into the silence around me. "This isn't for
                   you, you know".  I groaned, trying to clear out the knot at my
                 skull.  "This is for us, all I care about is seeing you fucked by
                  another man".  I was crushed, I wanted her to care about me, and
                  not to think about this other man.  "You are mine, and you will
                  come when I let you.  He", she said tossing her head to indicate
                   the other "will come whenever he damn pleases.  And it better
                                       damn please you, too".
                  Her words must have meant something to him.  The hands tightened
                 around my sides and the force pushing onto me increased.  I could
                  hear the other man moaning, now.  It was clearly my friend Jon,
                   and he was close to coming.  The sensations around my ass had
                   become incredibly strong too.  I tried to loosen up, to enjoy
                  what was happening, but I felt too embarrassed at the thought of
                  Jon in my ass.  I suppose I could cope with it being a man, the
                 good feelings seemed to overwhelm that hesitancy.  But being face
                 down with one of my closest friends using me was hard.  His nails
                   dug into my shoulders and he grunted hard and jerked on me.  I
                     was tied too tightly to move up into his arms, but he fell
                     forward on top of me and wrapped his arms around my torso.
                   "You're one good fuck" he said, as he pulled out.  I need one
                   good fuck, I thought to myself.  But had no idea when it might
                                          come my way.
                                                  
            
                                                  
               
                                                  

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