Sprawled out naked on the bed, I pretended to read, while secretly hoping my girlfriend would take the hint and get frisky with me.

Unfortunately, Mia had decided that rainy afternoon would be the perfect time to arrange her shoes in our big walk-in closet. And Mia tends to be more than a little insistent about getting her way, which I guess made our little adventure later that day perfect for her.

“What’s this?” Mia’s voice called from somewhere deep within the rows of winter coats and work suits. 

“What’s what?” I asked, wondering if I dared to stroke myself just a little while she wasn’t watching. I was reading one of Mia’s favorite romance novels. Like most of the books she liked, it had a female domination theme, which suited me fine. The over-the-top description of the hero being forced to go onto his knees before a beautiful but cruel princess was just to my taste right at that moment. But before I acted on my illicit impulse, my own imperious lady emerged from the closet, holding a small box.

“This,” she said. “I found it way up on the top shelf.” She peered at the box. It contained a card game for “kinky couples” that focused on a mistress/slave dynamic. Her pretty face broke into a mischievous grin. “When did you buy this?”

“I didn’t,” I said. “Don’t you remember? Roy left it here the night he came over with Allison.”

Roy had been dating our friend Allison at the time. He’d seemed like a nice enough guy. I think buying the card game was meant as a concession to Allison’s sexual proclivities. Like us, she tended to be more than a little kinky. But we’d never gotten to the game that night. Though we’d intended to give it back to Roy, he and Allison broke up soon after. Into the closet the box had gone, and I’d forgotten all about it.

I wasn’t particularly interested in playing cards right then, but the game had obviously piqued Mia’s interest. She sat down on our bed, cutting opening the shrink wrap with one red thumbnail. A moment later she was reading the instructions out loud.

“One player is the mistress, the other the slave,” she explained. “The cards are divided into blue Instruction cards and red Punishment cards. If the mistress is unsatisfied with the slave’s response to the Instructions, she can pick a Punishment card and mete out discipline. Sounds simple.”

Mia’s dark eyes sparkled as she exclaimed, “Let’s play!”

“These things are usually pretty lame,” I warned, but Mia waved away my words.

“We’ll make it fun,” she insisted. “Let’s get started.” She eagerly pulled out the first Instruction card.

“Undress for your slave and tease him with your beautiful body.”

She frowned, turning the card over as though she might find something more to her liking on the other side. “Doesn’t sound all that dominant,” she commented. “Shouldn’t I get to spank your butt or something?”

“Told you,” I said. But Mia had already begun stripping off her T-shirt, and I was kind of glad she did. My girl looks hot in just about anything — even the worn, novelty tees and cutoff jeans she wears while hanging around the apartment on weekends. But when she got naked, I was quickly reminded just how hot she really was.

Mia has beautiful, dark eyes and tousled black hair and pouting red lips that make her look like a wicked little doll. Her body is curvy in all the right places, with long legs and delicate feet perfect for a slave’s worship. She curled up on the bed like a cat with a sinister smile.

“Well, slave?” she asked, letting her voice drop to a seductive whisper. “What do you think of your mistress’s lovely body?”

“I love it,” I said, with absolute truthfulness. I felt my cock stiffening, and although I took care to keep an appropriately demure attitude, I was secretly hoping Mia would notice my erection and be tempted by it. When Mia climbed aboard my cock and rode me, her apple-like ass moving like a piston, it was just incredible. I had a feeling her pussy was wet, too. As silly as the game was, it seemed to be doing its job.

“Come here and worship me, then,” she commanded, letting her knees part so I had a very nice view of her pretty pussy. She had shaved it recently, and I could see it in perfect detail, like some exotic flower. I crept over and pressed my lips against her petals, then I dove in, licking her.

Normally, Mia loves being eaten out slowly and teasingly. But that night she seemed more than antsy. Just as I was getting started, she pressed the sole of one bare foot firmly against my shoulder and pushed me away.

“You call that worship?” she sneered. “I don’t think so! I could barely feel it! Let’s see what’s in the cards for you as a punishment!”

As I sat watching, Mia whipped out one of the red cards. “Tie your slave up good and tight, so he knows who’s boss,” she read. “Now you’re talking!”

She scampered off to the closet, returning moments later with a shoebox full of restraints.

I privately thought the whole scenario was ridiculous, but I love being in bondage, so I didn’t complain. Mia is an old hand with ropes and cuffs, and in a matter of moments I was bound spread-eagled to our bed, barely able to move.

Being tied that way, completely vulnerable to anything my mistress might want to do to me, is delicious. I felt my nipples and cock stiffening, my balls drawing up into firm, wrinkled walnuts.

“Ask your slave an embarrassing question,” Mia read from another card. “Something he won’t want to answer.” She lowered the card, flashing me a wicked smile. That alone was enough to make me nervous. I could practically see the gears turning in her head, trying to come up with the question that would give her the most mileage possible.

“So which of my friends do you think is the hottest?” she asked finally. “I’ve seen you eating up Cindi with your eyes when you think I’m not watching. The same goes for Naomi and Tina.”

“Come on, babe! Ask me something else!”

I hated to admit it, but that question really did make me blush. Mia had always loved to tease me about her girlfriends, especially when she thought she’d caught me flirting with any them. So instead of answering, I pursed my lips and gave her a defiant stare.

“You know, that’s not a satisfactory answer,” Mia said before licking her lips. She pulled a red card out of the deck.

“If your slave is recalcitrant, use one of the following proven tortures to bring him to heel. Option No. 1: Pinch his balls until he reconsiders his naughty ways. Option No. 2: Raid your makeup kit and give him a makeover, turning him into a sissy slave. Option No. 3” — Mia gave a delighted squeal, leaning forward until we were nose to nose before she revealed my fate — “Tickle your slave until he screams for mercy.” Lowering her voice to a feline purr, she whispered, “Which one of those am I going to pick?”

Before I could answer, Mia’s long-nailed fingers were creeping down my sides and over my belly. That was without question the worst torture Mia could inflict on me. I’m pretty damned ticklish over every inch of my body, especially when I’m tied down and completely helpless. Fortunately for me, Mia usually prefers harder measures when we play. But that night — thanks to a silly card game — it looked like I was going to be tickled pink.

“Tell me who’s my hottest friend,” Mia gloated, switching from my abs to the bottoms of my naked feet. I threw back my head and howled, “Never!” But we both knew my show of bravery wouldn’t last. Tears were trickling down my cheeks, and I was shaking with laughter.

“Deirdre!” I finally cried out.

Deirdre was an Irish redhead Mia had recently met at her book club. She was an incredible flirt, and her brogue drove me absolutely nuts. I’d never cheat on Mia, but if there was one girl I’d ever fantasize about cheating with, it’d definitely be Miss Deirdre.

“Hmm,” Mia said, considering my confession with narrowed eyes. “Ver-ry interesting! All right, let’s continue.”

She reached for my rigid dick and gave it a couple of tugs as she considered the next card.

“Well now! This is a good one,” she said. “Freeform slave torment. Do whatever you like to your poor slave. Just make sure it makes him squirm!”

After a moment, she added, “You know, I think I have the perfect torment!”

With that, she snatched her phone off the night table and dialed a number. I knew exactly what my girl was up to even before I overheard Deirdre’s sexy accent say, “Hello.”

My whole body felt like it was blushing with embarrassment.

“Please don’t,” I begged in a whisper. But Mia ignored my plea, stretching out beside me and continuing to jack me off. What’s worse, she had extended a leg so she could prod my armpit with her bare toes, tickling me so I had to bite my lip if I didn’t want to risk bursting into incriminating laughter.

“Hey, Deirdre. How are you doing tonight? Oh, we’re fine. Just playing around.”

She dropped me a fluttering wink as she put the phone on speaker.

“And how’s that man of yours doin’?” Deirdre asked.

“Oh, he’s kind of tied up at the moment,” Mia told her with a giggle. She diddled me under my aching balls — always a surefire way to force me to laugh. I couldn’t help it — suddenly, I was cackling like a hyena.

“Sounds like something is tickling his fancy,” Deidre said, sounding amused.

“You have no idea, honey. Actually, the reason I’m calling is, he has something he wants to tell you.”

I shook my head frantically and silently mouthed, “No, please, no.”

Mia’s squirming fingers and toes wrung gales of fresh laughter from me.

“I’ll do anything you want,” I whispered hotly. “Anything!”

“Wants to tell me something now, does he?” I heard Deirdre say. “And what precisely might that be?”

“Hmm,” Mia said, keeping her eyes fixed on mine. “Actually, can I call you back later? I have something to take care of.”

“Any time, darling,” Deirdre said. “I’ll be here all night.”

As Mia hung up, I whispered my thanks as she smirked.

“Save it, coward,” she said. “You dodged the Deirdre bullet — for now. But I’m going to keep you busy the rest of the evening. Looks to me like there’s a good hundred cards in this deck, and you and I are going to go through every single one, even if I sex you out of your mind!”

And you know what? She did exactly that. Let’s just say by the time Mia finally let me empty my balls, I had a new respect for card games — and my girlfriend!