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Essential previous reading is The Game, Day two, evening

Before I left for Alison’s house I found a roll of duct tape in my boyfriend’s workshop. The packing tape I’d used yesterday looked scruffy and became tangled but I thought duct tape would retain it’s integrity and hold her jaw still. When I got there in the morning, at a sensible hour this time, Alison was already undressed and had already sent………..

Hello Max,

I had quite a fitful sleep thinking about how the game humiliated me while denying my futile attempt to get permission to come. I suppose because I was playing it to show you how it worked, how She could make me want to face defeat at the hands of the dice, I let you take over. I thought about how that happened and how She wanted it to.

It was lovely to have you tell me the odds I would bet and how you pretty much ensured I’d get shocked and gagged instead of permission to come. It made me feel so controlled it sent me deep enough to offer myself to you to put back in the game whenever you felt like it, under your rules.

Rested and fresh now, knowing it’s going to happen, I’m feeling the erotic power of doing that at a renewed intensity.

I’m still wearing the little thong I know I’m going to pack into my mouth later today. It’s not going to be much of a mouthful. It’s just bits of thin cord, the fabric part of it is no bigger than my hand. All it really covers is my rose. So you know, it’s a sort of mauve colour and it tends to spilt me so it covers even less.

While I was in bed I played with the idea of how inadequate it is, stroking and feeling myself, to both think about how it would feel to be groped in it and how groping me would feel. If I went out in public in it I’d feel horribly vulnerable to attention like that from others.

I thought about how unpleasant it’s going to taste. My arse was bare of course, the cord buried between my cheeks, chafing my ring as I played with it. Distracted by hours of orgasm denial I soaked it. It was damp when I woke this morning but I’ve thought of writing this and it’s wet again now. I’m dreading the twist in how gagged I’ll be that you threatened me with, that’s making it worse.

For Her I’m going to write “Alison is going to be gagged with her own filthy knickers.” That thought sends me so deep! “Gagged” what a beautiful word.

I had to put the bin out last night so I did that in my whore’s uniform, so I could feel exposed, cold night air wafting round me. I went out again this morning really early because I wanted to water my seedlings and there’s no point doing it the heat of the day, I wanted it to soak in not evaporate. Well that was my excuse!

To get the water I have to walk round the front of the house and dip my watering can in a rain water butt. This means I had to stand waiting while it filled, in full view of the road, in my useless thong with my arse bare. It was dusky but still daylight. While I was there a gust of wind blew up my fleece, lifting it as if the weather wanted to make sure I was properly displayed. I felt it chill my tits and cool the sweat between my thighs where the thong fails to cover me.

My seedlings are in a cold frame at the top of the drive where I could still be seen from the road but I still watered them properly, knowing the longer I spent outside the greater the risk I was taking.

I didn’t seriously believe anyone would see me, this is a quiet street. I just wanted the possibility, the threat, a little bit of pulse racing dread.

That’s what this game is, exhilarating, pulse racing dread.

Ali xx

“What’s that for?” she asked, wondering why I’d brought my duct tape. “To shut you up properly.” I said, “How’s that for pulse racing dread?” She took looked at me thinking about it for ages before her face broke into a little smile, so pretty good then!

The time difference meant Max would be fast asleep at that point, but unable to concentrate on anything else Alison wanted to write about how she felt. “You’re really affected by this aren’t you?” I asked. “Affected?” she said, “And the rest!”

Just to be doing something she sent……..

Hello Max,

It's about 12.30pm here. Would you believe I'm feeling nervous and fluttery inside, just because I know you might note me soon and do something to me!

Ali xx

Eventually Max sent back…………..

Hi Alison,

Sorry it took so long to get to you this morning/afternoon, so far my day is all over the place, and I have to leave again in a few minutes.

We can use that time though to prepare for today's first challenge, and I do not think you will like this, but She may. Hopefully you are still wearing the thong from yesterday Ali, which will be your gag for how long the game deems fit. However, there is to be a pre-game warm up, something to humiliate and degrade, which I hope will get Her in the mood for the game today.

The thong you have been wearing Ali, I, and the game would like you to remove it, and then insert it into your sex. Do not push the thong all the way in, as some must be visible and hanging out, so the world can see how you are wearing your thong today. This will ensure that it is soaked in Ali juice for the gagging. Can you handle that challenge Ali? There is to be no dice control on this, they can be removed when I return back from errands, so that will be am arbitrary amount of time that you must "wear" your thong in the prescribed manner.

Chat in a bit Ali, good luck with the first part of today's game.

Max.

As always we read Max’s message together. “Are you gonna do that?” I asked surprised, “Push your knickers up your chuff.” “I have to, he want’s that.” she answered, then she did!

She wouldn’t let me do it. She said “No!” to stop me reminding her how my hands were the hands of the dice, knowing I was going to. I’m too heavy handed apparently, I’m too rough with her and that’s not aways fun. I wasn’t allowed to watch either. “Stay here.” she said and left to go deal with her instructions in her bedroom.

She came back in with some of her tiny thong dangling between her thighs. “Fuck off!” she snarled when I wanted to give it a tug. Poking it in had been something of a struggle. I’m not sure she really wanted to do it but obedience was more important.

Hello Max,

Seeing your note made my heart jump.

I’ve inserted my thong, for as long as it takes. Yes I was still wearing it.

Now it's hanging out of me like a little rip cord, or a tammy string! Ever tried to push string?

Ali xx

Over an hour later Max sent………..

Hi Alison,

I hope that She approved and that your little thong is now suitably damp, as you can see, I took my sweet time to get back. I thought it would give the material extra time to soak up Ali juices.

How does it feel inside you? I think it’s an extra level of degradation that people would be able to see it hanging out of you.

Max.

Hello Max,

It was quite a fiddle to get in. Yes it does soak up my juices, that was the problem. I've never tried to push cloth inside me before. I can feel it in me but if I didn't know I could never guess what it was.

I really do feel degraded by you making me do it. If someone saw it and asked me what it was I can imagine how it would feel to have to explain I'd been ordered to remove my knickers and push them inside me. Would that provoke "Do you do everything he tells you?" I'll try! That's a subtlety.

Ali xx

Hi Alison,

I am glad that we have done a first then Ali. I’m busy for a while yet but in the mean time I would like you to push the thong all the way in so it disappears. Aren't you glad your chose something small to wear yesterday?

Max.

Hello Max,

All I can do is sort if pack it on top of itself but I'll try to hide it.

Yes choosing something small worked out perfectly!

Ali xx

“Why not? I’ll be careful!” I joked. Surely it would be easy to poke the rest up her but she still wouldn’t let me play packing her thong in. She sat with her back to me while the deed was done. Some time later………….

Hi Alison,

Are you ready to have it taped into your mouth Ali? I think it is time that I become a little impartial and we should let the dice decide, of course, I guess you could make an offer to not have to do that, but what would you offer instead? I think though, that She probably wants the gag.

Max.

“She” took the blame for Alison gagging to be gagged so to speak. Alison herself was plainly desperate to be rendered silent again and made up the following to ensure she would be………….

Hello Max,

Yes, She wants me gagged. In the old game I would have to ask the dice if they would accept gagging me as a bet, if there was something I wanted, like a break or something when I was already playing. But this time I think we should take the view that by gagging me you're putting me in the game and my playing will be trying to escape.

Does that make sense? Thrill me by writing "Pack your knickers in your mouth then tape it up." I'll do that then suffer the dice's control, meaning I can't remove it unless they allow it.

Ali xx

Hi Alison,

You took the words right out of my mouth Ali, so...... pack your knickers in your mouth then tape it up. Make sure the tape seals them in good and tight so you cannot make a sound, the dice will then decide when you can remove the gag.

What does your whore's uniform consist of today?

Max.

This time, instead of the flimsy packing tape, I was armed with much better. Although she wouldn’t let me put her knickers in her she let me pull them out and spread her legs to offer me her “rip cord”. What a filthy thing to do to someone! “You are such a dirty slut.” I laughed and put her thong straight in her waiting mouth. I made her hold her hair up on top of her head while I wrapped my duct tape round it, smoothing each layer down over the contours of her face until I was sure I’d fixed her jaw still, marvellous! She reported……….

Hello Max,

They're in and my mouth is taped shut. As I feared they're too small to force my jaws apart like yesterday's gag did. I particularly enjoyed the sensation of being packed full. They taste just as bad though!

My whore's uniform at present is just my fleece and socks, because my knickers are in my mouth.

I'd like some please but now that I'm in the game I need to bet for them, unless you want to gift me some?

I need to establish if I'm gagged for a certain length of time or whether I have to bet for that too.

Ali xx

Hi Alison,

I will gift you a pair of knickers, let me know what you choose please.

I think you should bet for how long the gag stays in.

Max.

Hello Max,

I'm now wearing soft cotton, white hipster briefs. Most of mine are white, it’s my husband’s preference.

Yes I should ask how long the gag stays in. In order to remain strictly dice controlled the first question should be do I stay gagged for a specified time, how many numbers mean yes?

1: So I'll choose 6 to mean this is so........

1: it isn't. This means I have to bet to remove it. If you don't tell me otherwise the dice will set the odds. I'll offer one of those slave positions you mentioned last night, for ten minutes in the house. Does that seem a bit lightweight? Maybe we should have some mechanism to keep me offering worthwhile bets. Sometimes with Emily we would approve each other’s offers. Can the game have something like this?

Ali xx

Hi Alison,

I think that the dice should set the odds Ali, though you are correct, the slave position in the house is a bit lightweight, in your garden though, now that would up the ante a little, if that is too much, then I am sure we can think of some other punishment for you. I think that the game should have the ability to reject your bets, though that would deny some get out clauses.

You going out this morning dressed like that is super hot, although Ali, you do know that the game now knows one more thing it can have you do at any time of the day. Who knows when the game may think that the plants need watering.

Max.

Hello Max,

When I tell you I'm scared of the game I mean that I know everything I say could possibly be used against me. Please be sensible, please. Yes I know, the threat can't be empty.

This is another subtlety. I can't really know how far you think I can go and the I'm terrified by the threat of a high value punishment.

It's absolutely essential to persevere the integrity of the game that I do as I'm told. I can't cheat, I'd let myself down if I did. That's the mechanism through which the game will control me.

I'm going to say stuff like this now and then because I love being reminded of it.

Ali xx

Hi Alison,

You and I are not so different Ali, so, I totally understand what you mean. As far as the game goes, you always play by the rules, and the game will honour that. It will know a lot about you, but things that are extreme and push you to the limit, they will remain high value things. The game knows about them, but the odds of you having to do them are remote, but, well, there is always a chance you will get super unlucky.

Max.

Hello Max,

No we're not so different. It's nice to talk to someone who knows what I'm on about!

Super unlucky? Then what? We'll see what happens when I'm challenged when the time comes. If I play for long enough it'll happen at some point, I know that.

Ali xx

Hi Alison,

I agree Ali, it is nice to share this type of stuff with a like minded soul.

Super unlucky, well, I guess as in the games you have played with Emily, you could bet another punishment, or an escalation of the current punishment. For instance, 12 minutes in the garden in slave position number 2 in just your knickers, could be escalated to 20 minutes in the garden, slave position number 3, no knickers.

Max.

Hello Max,

Yes that is how we did it. We had to be careful not to escalate too far too quickly in spite of the demons between our thighs, to always leave enough room for some bad luck. But then, as ever, it had to be scary to thrill us. There will always be that dilemma.

I know I can't do 3 hours in slave position whatever with no knickers in the middle of the high street on Saturday lunchtime, but what can I do? I won't know until I face it.

I'm going to offer a slave position for ten minutes to get the gag off, in the garden and let the dice set the odds if that's OK?

Ali xx

Hi Alison,

Totally Okay, that sounds more than fair I think. If you lose the bet, then Humble would seem an appropriate position for you.

Max.

To explain what “Humble” was, Max sent the link to LexLucasart’s helpful DA posting of various slave positions. In Humble Alison would be on her knees with her thighs spread slightly with her head lowered to the floor and her hands crossed, palms down on the ground in front of it. “An appropriate position”? Absolutely appropriate I thought, just what she deserved.

www.deviantart.com/lexlucas/ar… if you want to see that.

By this time two note streams had developed and communication descended into chaos. Alison, excited, distracted and becoming confused again, was failing to keep up with rolling, talking and melting all at once. We reset and opened a new stream.

Hello Max,

I can tell you I lost the bet so I'm going to have to escalate from ten minutes in the garden in the Humble position, but I still have to do that.

How do you feel about me paying the bet off, with any others I might owe later so my response time doesn't slow down? If I pay now I'll have to do it in daylight!

Ali xx

Hi Alison,

Good idea Ali, a bit of a reset was needed as our notes were crossing.

Paying later is acceptable, but, if you pay later, when it is dark, the game would like to offer you a deal.

Max.

Hello Max,

What's the deal?

Ali xx

Hi Alison,

That, when released from the gag, your thong goes back inside you "tammy style" as you put it. Tonight, you will perform the Humble position, knickerless, with your head facing towards your house. Suitably humiliating I think if you should be spied. What does She think Ali, is that too high a price? At least you will have mistress night on your side.

Max.

“Facing towards the house”? I was sure Max meant facing the opportunity to get caught and he didn’t mean Alison’s head either! “She’ll want it that bad won’t she?” I asked a trembling Alison. With her mouth closed off, her excited breathing sounded loud through her nose. How sweetly mad she is!

Hello Max,

She's thrilled! I will accept. God I feel nervous now because doing it with my head facing the house is too simple a description and the detail needs to be clarified.

She's so excited by the idea of humble knickerless humiliation that I'm going to accept it before clarification of the details.

OK then, I'm going to offer an escalated bet of twenty minutes in my slave pose if I lose, how many numbers mean I win?

1: Oh no. I'll choose 5 to mean I win.....

3: Twenty minutes it is. Excuse me but, fuck!

What level of visibility to you want me to risk? The house has a very small walled front garden, street lit and next to the road. The drive goes past the side of the house up into the back garden and that too is street lit.

A large wedge of the back garden is street lit too and easily visible from the neighbour's rear windows and the street but the rest is in shade and safe, unless you take a good look. Are you saying you want me to display my arse towards the visibility risk? The humble position requires that I kneel with my knees apart, right?

Ali xx

Hi Alison,

I am happy that She approves. And yes, your arse should be towards the visible risk, it should be seen, the game would love passers by to see your sex and maybe not so easy to see in the dark, the fact you have something shoved up inside you.

If it were up to me, I would allow you to do it in the shade and safe, that is my gift to you Ali and not Her. Who knows though, She may get a taste for it and one day lead you out of the shadows. Whether you accept my gift, or ask the game, is for you to decide.

Max.

Hello Max,

Well, I'm not finished. I'm still gagged and I'm still in the game, both of which have to be sorted. It will get cold tonight and so will I in position on the grass, pretty much naked. I'm going to gratefully accept your gift because the game could cost me quite a bit more yet.

Because of the cold I'm going to offer to fix my ankles to my spreader bar while I'm in position as my next offer of punishment to bet against getting the gag off. Not only will it help maintain the pose it will prevent me running for cover if I'm disturbed. This is a serious bet isn't it? How many numbers mean this bet is accepted?

3: I'll choose 4, 5, or 6 to mean it is.........

6: It is, now for the bet. How many numbers mean I win?

3: Same again then, 4, 5 or 6 to win..........

2: I lost and now have to escalate further.

I'm going to try 30 minutes, humble position, spreader bar and no knickers. What else can I do? Is this bet accepted, how many numbers mean yes?

1: I'll pick 4 to mean it is.........

5: It isn't. I think I'm in trouble! Where to know? I'm thinking.

I'm quite thirsty. My throat's poisoned with dirty knickers but my mouth's taped shut. I'd love a drink.

Ali xx

Hi Alison,

That was quite a serious bet, I am happy that you accepted my gift, although the spreader bar is a nice touch, it does mean that you can't escape in a hurry, even if you wanted to.

How will you bargain now Ali, to escape the gag. I was curious as to what other items the game may use for her pleasure, do you have ice cubes, old fashioned clothes pins, stinging nettles in the garden?

Max.

Hello Max,

I'm not sure there's ice cubes but I have clothes pegs and I'm sure I can find nettles. I want the gag off, I really do!

OK, I'm desperate, ten minutes of clothes pegs on my nipples, How many numbers mean this is an acceptable offer?

2: 5 or 6 to mean it is then..........

1; it isn't. One on each nipple and one on each labia then, how many numbers mean that's OK?

5: Right, anything but 6, means its a bet........

5: It is, now the bet, how many numbers mean I win?

1: Oh for fuck's sake! I'll choose 4.....

4: Ye Ha!!!!! I had to be careful not to stroke while waiting for that! She was throbbing!

Ali xx

But then we couldn’t get the gag off! I discovered later that the roll of tape I’d found in my boyfriend’s workshop wasn’t just duct tape although it looked ordinary enough. It was some industrial repair tape with moisture activated glue and after several hours of Alison sweating it had become welded to her face. Whoops!

I felt guilty enough not to laugh while I eased it off millimetre by millimetre, peeling her stretched skin away from the back of it as I lifted it away from her, through her muffled screams. OK, so I am rough with her but sometimes I have to be! (Ha, ha, ha!)

Hi Alison,

Glad that the bet escalated to the point where your labia got some of the action, I can imagine She was pretty excited about that. 10 minutes though, that is going to be pretty hard to endure (this I know from experience) At least the gag can come off though and you can have a drink.

Perhaps Ali, some ice cubes in the fridge would be good for the game, and when we can finally go shopping again, some fresh Ginger!

Max.

Alison felt too stupid to admit she’d let me tape her face with industrial super tape and elected to keep quiet about that.

Hello Max,

Pretty excited? It was quite a drama, heart pounding! I really was desperate. I've had clothes pegs on my nipples for ten minutes before (you have too?) but never on my labia, I just had to think of something quickly, anything.

Yes we definitely need ice cubes and I like nettles, as a threat. I've tried those. Fresh ginger? Where do I put that?

There is another use for ice as a key holder. I've frozen a padlock key in a pot of ice then chained myself. Only when the ice melts can I get the key and escape. Misjudging that can be really boring but as ever the threat of it is beautiful.

Now I need to escape from the game somehow, more bets?

Ali xx

Hi Alison,

Did you keep your knickers on when the pegs where attached to your labia, sometimes that is extra painful as knickers pull the pegs in directions that cause even more pain.

I had forgotten about the key in the ice cube thing, just for information, do you think you could withstand an ice cube placed against her, or even inside of you. As for the ginger, that maybe something for later Ali. It goes inside of you, or rubbed against the clit or labia, it can be pretty intense. Oh, and do you have an electric toothbrush?

Hmmm, more bets. Perhaps you could bet your knickers against a crotch rope?

Max.

Hello Max,

I didn't suffer the clothes pegs. I won the bet to take the gag off. If I'd lost I would have put pegs on my labia and my nipples. Then I'd have discovered I couldn't wear knickers.

How long did you have pegs on for? I tried deep heat muscle pain cream rubbed into my genitals once. It's quite pleasant once it's calmed down but first you have to live through agony. I was seriously worried I'd damaged myself for a while. I've brushed Her with nettles, that's nearly as bad.

No I don't have an electric toothbrush.

You mean I could bet my knickers against leaving the game and if that doesn't work I can try a crotch rope?

Ali xx

Hi Alison,

Do you still have the muscle rub, that is something we could also put into the game. Have you ever put nettles on your labia, or even inserted them?

Yes, bet your knickers against leaving the game, and if that doesn't work, the crotch rope.

Sadly though Ali, time is slipping away from me before I have to get ready for my shift.

Max.

Hello Max,

I've stung my labia quite badly with nettles but never pushed them in. I'd worry about that. I held my hood back and brushed my clit with nettles to see what it felt like. It's not a stinging sensation at all, it's like getting kicked, hard!

Yes I still have the muscle rub and I'd enjoy the threat of it, please put it in the game. I love asking for things I know will hurt me!

If you need to be going I'll carry on here. I'll bet my knickers and whatever else it takes to escape and send you the results. I'll send you a report of how 20 minutes of humble position feels too, spread and knickerless! How hard am I praying I get away with that?

Ali xx

Hi Alison,

Sadly, yes, I should get going. I have the evening closing shift today, and the day shift tomorrow, so won't be around too much tomorrow I think. I will be looking forward in particular to how 20 mins in the humble position, your arse up, legs spread, sex on display with the slip of thong just visible. That is going to be pretty intense Ali, I hope you get away with it!

Well Ali, have a good (and fun) evening. Thank you for playing the game with me today, and when you do finally make it back into the house (hopefully with your modesty intact) have a good night.

Stay safe, chat again soon.

The following is the report Alison sent Max late that night. I can tell you she felt seriously filthy after all that talk of torturing her genitals with stinging nettles, muscle rub and clothes pegs! Although she asked me to make her get on her knees and cable tie her ankles to her spreader bar, push her head onto the ground, place her hands in position and make sure she didn’t move for the whole 20 minutes, she didn’t mention that. In fact she hadn’t mentioned me at all. Why was that?

“If he knows you’re here he might want to talk to you.” she said. “So?” “You’ll gang up on me, I can’t afford that!”

Hello Max,

I’ve just come in after paying my 20 minute debt to the game. I’m so cold and shivering so much I can hardly type. My heart was pounding as I took my knickers off in the kitchen and stepped outside into the garden, carrying my spreader with me. As instructed I’d already pushed the pair I’d been gagged with partially into my rose, so someone might see it there.

The spreader is a piece of broom handle with sets of holes drilled along it to hold my feet apart variable distances. I slipped cable ties through it at 80cm, same as when I used it earlier in the game. These ties link with more fixed round my ankles. Like most of the ordeals I play with it’s game friendly and can escalate wider if I have to offer that.

I chose my spot on the lawn, in shade from the street lights but still visible to anyone walking up the drive or peering over the neighbour’s hedge. After I’d zipped the spreader to my legs I sank to my knees, set my cooking timer and lowered my head onto the ground, arching my back so that my naked arse was offered towards the street, to whoever might want to look at it. Even though it’s not a small word, vulnerable is not big enough to describe how exposed and naked I felt. Being forced to do it was a wild thrill!

After a while my fleece fell down my back, ending up round my shoulders to leave my body out in the open from my tits backwards. I felt the cold wind then, the breeze chilling my hips, my stomach and my bare thighs. I felt my genitals cool and the tail of the knickers I left hanging out of them swing, brushing me gently.

It took a while to get sort of comfortable by adjusting myself but none of it really was. My knees hurt and I felt the pressure in my head, from holding it down for so long. I’d left the timer some distance away, so I couldn’t see the numbers. It’s never good to know how long you have left to suffer. You’ve never been there as long as you think you have.

I took a look to see how brightly my pale flesh showed up in the poor light. Brightly enough, oh god!

Sometimes I heard my neighbours chatting. They have an office in a building at the bottom of their garden and I was horrified to discover that’s where they were. I wanted them absorbed by their television, or safely sound asleep in bed, but they weren’t.

Their office door swung open sending fingers of light through the thin hedge, making me brighter still. I held my breath, praying they wouldn’t look over the hedge? Why would they? But my heart was hammering, knowing that was easily possible. They walked down their garden to their house, maybe just three or four metres away from me. Fantasy fear can get dangerously real can’t it? Stress? You have no idea!

By the time my alarm sounded I was shivering hard and as grateful as hell my ordeal hadn’t been longer. How easy it is to offer more punishment in the heat of playing kinky sex than I can handle when I have to pay the debt? Be careful Ali I always think, but She, the demon in my pants, is just so wicked!

Ali xx

The Game, day four next.