A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: MadPanda on 20-10-2008, 19:17:06</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-10-2008, 19:17:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The invitation was simply worded, left one morning on the breakfast table after she had awoken late and found everyone else gone from the family mansion for the day.<br><br><em>Join me on the back patio.<br>~N</em><br><br>This was unusual, to say the least!&nbsp; In the six months since she had married into this rather stuffy and awkward family, her sister-in-law, Nicole (Gawain's wife--the family had an obnoxious habit of using Arthurian names for all their children) had barely spoken a dozen words to her outside of the customary cool courtesies.<br><br>"Pass the salt, please," barely counted as conversation.<br><br>And yet here was a request for her presence!&nbsp; What could it mean?<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 12:13:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The more Sara thought about Nicole's note, the odder it seemed.&nbsp; Nicole always made it clear that any conversation with Sara was a frightful bore, something she endured only to serve the tense fabric of politeness that was maintained in the mansion.&nbsp; Why would she invite a conversation when there was no apparent need for one?&nbsp; Surely they would not be discussing art, despite Nicole's affected interest in the subject.&nbsp; The cruelty of Nicole's sneering correction of Sara's confusion of Manet and Monet over the dinner table at which several guests were present still rang in the young woman's ears.&nbsp; She wanted to fit in, but Nicole made it so damn hard!&nbsp; And it didn't help that the Puttenham brothers were also intellectual snobs.&nbsp; Why Tristan Puttenham had chosen Sara Smith to be his bride still puzzled her -- at least when she was honest with herself, which wasn't very often.<br><br>Of course, while she dressed for her meeting on the patio, and briefly focused on her slim waist, ample breasts, and perfect rear end, Sara Smith knew very well why she had been chosen by Tristan.&nbsp; And a look in the mirror at her full lips, bright blue eyes, and golden hair was further confirmation.&nbsp; It was no surprise, actually, that Nicole, who seemed to disdain any efforts at making her rather plain features more attractive, had seemed to take an instant dislike to her.<br><br>She readied herself by rereading the note, and only at the last moment caught the imperative tone.&nbsp; The note was, in fact, not inconsistent with Nicole's normal behavior.&nbsp; There was no "please," or "if you have time," or any pleasantry at all.&nbsp; In fact, it could be read as a simple command.&nbsp; This annoyed Sara, but she vowed to keep herself under control as she headed downstairs.&nbsp; She may have gotten her education at a community college in California, but that didn't mean she was stupid!<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 15:20:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole, dark-haired, dark-eyed, full-figured Nicole, was waiting for her on the back patio, sipping her tea thoughtfully...and dressed unusually, for her: a dark blue pantsuit instead of her normal highly fashionable designer dresses.&nbsp; She nodded by way of greeting and gestured for Sara to be seated.<br><br>"Is Tristan not performing up to your expectations," was the haughty woman's opener, delivered just as Sara took her first sip of tea in a rather frigid tone.&nbsp; "Or is it your normal habit to peep on other women's husbands while they are in the shower?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 18:25:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara flushed hotly.&nbsp; She knew at once what Nicole was referring to, and it had nothing to do with "peeping!"&nbsp; She had gone into the bathroom without a thought, because the door had been ajar.&nbsp; When she realized that Gawain was in there, and that he was taking a shower, and that he was facing her, clearly visible through the glass door, she had paused to look, but that was it.&nbsp; And the only reason she had paused was that Gawain hadn't noticed her and, well, because his penis was so large!&nbsp; After that moment of fully registering the size and beauty of her brother-in-law's cock, Sara had beaten a hasty retreat.&nbsp; Surely this was not something that could be held against her!<br><br>"If you mean the other day, when Gawain forgot to close the bathroom door when he was taking a shower, I am amazed that you even bother to bring it up."&nbsp; Then, as an afterthought, because she was annoyed, she added, "even more I don't understand why you would send a snippy note and summon me down here like I had done something wrong!"<br><br>Oh shit, Sara thought, that was more than I meant to say.&nbsp; But what the hell, a confrontation had to happen sometime.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 18:31:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Coveting my husband certainly counts," Nicole answered dryly.&nbsp; "I see you are avoiding my question--is Tristan not 'doing it' for you, that you feel the need to go peeping?&nbsp; Perhaps you need a good, hard fucking from a real man...is that it?"<br><br>She laughed softly, the hard edge in her voice almost disguised by the soft melodious sounds.<br><br>"You certainly may <em>not</em> have mine, let alone without my permission."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 22:31:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara couldn't believe the content of this conversation.&nbsp; This woman, this distant ice queen, was suddenly talking to her about "fucking!"&nbsp; And not in dry medical terms, either.&nbsp; What was going, she wondered, resolving at the same time not to be drawn into this weirdly shifted reality.<br><br>"Are you well, Nicole?&nbsp; You seem so very unlike yourself.&nbsp; I am not going to talk with you about marital sex, and certainly not when I'm being charged with 'peeping'.&nbsp; Can we talk about something else?&nbsp; Or is this some kind of joke that the English find funny?"&nbsp; Sara's tea was virtually untouched, and she had moved to the edge of her seat, ready to leave.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-10-2008, 23:28:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>Sit.&nbsp; Still.</em>"<br><br>Nicole set her cup down and turned her eyes to lock gazes with Sara.<br><br>"If I'd anticipated what a disgusting little pervert you were, I would of course have advised Tristan to marry you at once.&nbsp; That might have convinced him to drop you like the proverbial hot stone.&nbsp; Instead, it seems, my well-intentioned criticisms have brought you into the fold.&nbsp; This will never do."<br><br>She gave the other woman a wintry smile.<br><br>"I suppose we shall just have to work things out.&nbsp; Just...we girls.&nbsp; Tristan is too much of a soppy, wet fool to keep you in line."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 12:56:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sharpness of Nicole's tone shocked Sara, for one of the hallmarks of life at the Puttenham mansion had been the veneer of civility. This veneer wasn't something that she held in high regard, having grown up in a brawling family where you had to fight for space and respect.&nbsp; But she knew an authoritative tone and commanding words when she heard them, and felt a momentary flashback to her childhood.&nbsp; The memory was hazy, but it seemed that her mother had just spoken the very same words that Nicole had expressed so firmly.&nbsp; Sara instinctively slid back into her chair and corrected her posture, hating herself the moment she realized she had done it.<br><br>The words tumbled over her, amazing her.&nbsp; What could this mean?&nbsp; She ventured to find out.<br><br>"What do you mean...work things out?&nbsp; There is nothing to be worked out that I know about."&nbsp; She tried to speak with strength, but there was a small quaver in her voice.&nbsp; Was that caused by Nicole, or by the sudden memory of her mother?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 15:18:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you were so curious," Nicole continued, her voice silky smooth and razor sharp, "then I can only surmise that all the rumors I've ever heard about little Tristan have the odious reek of truth about them.&nbsp; Either that or you are unable to help yourself at the thought of rutting like a barnyard animal.&nbsp; Therefore the question is how we, that is you and I, are to handle this matter discretely."<br><br>Again, the haughty woman cast a knowing, piercing look at her sister-in-law.<br><br>"Perhaps you are merely and temporarily reliving a moment of juvenile amusement, in which case a good paddling, six of the best, trousers down, should put you to rights."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 16:12:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara couldn't believe her ears.&nbsp; A conversation that had begun as strange and unsettling had suddenly turned bizarre and infuriating.<br><br>"You MUST be kidding!&nbsp; And if you are, it is not funny, not in the slightest.&nbsp; I have nothing to be ashamed of and even if i did it would not be resolved as you suggest.&nbsp; I can't believe this!"&nbsp; Sara stood.<br><br>"Tell you what, Nicole Puttenham, I'm going to forget this conversation ever took place.&nbsp; And if you are wise, you will too."<br><br>Sara turned and began to leave the patio.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 16:14:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>Sit.&nbsp; Down!</em>"<br><br>Nicole barked the orders out with crisp precision.<br><br>"You do <em>not</em> want to be walking when the drugs in your tea take effect, my little slut..."<br><br>Which is when the edges of Sara's vision got a little foggy.<br><br>"Just as I hope you do not enjoy what I am going to do with you," the woman's chilly amusement seemed to echo a bit in her ears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 18:34:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara hears the words "little slut,"&nbsp; but they are the last words she hears clearly.&nbsp; Everything is suddenly spinning, and the words spoken to her by the confident woman back at the table seem to come in slow motion.&nbsp; Sara staggers back toward the chair she just abandoned.<br><br>"Wha...?&nbsp; What's happ....?&nbsp; Wh...."&nbsp; Sara finds that she is unable to make sounds, but that the momentary dizziness is gone.&nbsp; She looks at the smirking Nicole, and while she is perfectly aware of what went on just before, she finds that she seems to be simply waiting to be told what to do.&nbsp; One part of her brain is screaming that it is somekind of drug, but the other part, the part in control, is simply waiting for orders.&nbsp; It is so weird, she thinks, looking at Nicole with wide blue eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 18:39:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Much better," Nicole purred.&nbsp; "Take off your dress."<br><br>She drummed her fingers lazily on the table for a moment, sipping her own cup idly.<br><br>"And your brassiere.&nbsp; You may keep your panties on for the moment, but I wish to see what I will be whipping later."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 21:25:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara stood up and began to remove her dress, reaching behind her to unbutton the buttons, while at the same time trying to speak, to protest.&nbsp; Not a word was forthcoming, but the effort to take of her dress was completely successful in moments.&nbsp; Sara was agonizingly aware of the bemused eyes of the cool Nicole drinking in every revealed curve, as she stood in front of her in bra and panties.&nbsp; The barest frown and a nod of the head from Nicole sent Sara's heart pounding as she ended her brief pause and reached behind her to unhook her brassiere.&nbsp; She allowed it to drop away, revealing the proud twin mounds capped by delicate pink nipples.&nbsp; For an instant she reached to cover herself, but Nicole's eyes told her no.<br><br>Sara placed her bra with her dress and stood, clad only in her panties, in front of the languid woman, who sipped her tea as her eyes studied the bared skin of her sister-in-law.&nbsp; Again, a memory of her mother flitted across Sara's brain.&nbsp; But she could not focus on anything but Nicole.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-10-2008, 21:28:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole twirled one finger in a lazy circle, smirking at Sara.<br><br>"Turn around, duckie.&nbsp; Let's see that bum of yours."<br><br>Her eyes glittering with mischief and darker passions, the woman licked her lips slowly.<br><br>"Does he paddle that bottom of yours?&nbsp; I think not.&nbsp; He's too much of a prude, our Tristan.&nbsp; Well, we'll just have to solve that burning need in your sluttish heart, won't we?&nbsp; A good, hard, long spanking...will that get you good and wet?&nbsp; Nod your head."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 00:20:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara rotated slowly in front of Nicole, painfully aware of the way the woman's eyes took whatever they pleased, including, most importantly, her sister-in-law's pride.&nbsp; After she had given Nicole a good view of her panty-clad bottom, Sara faced her again.&nbsp; She flushed, aware that her nipples had hardened, and that Nicole was watching them closely.<br><br>She unable to speak, Sara nodded yes in response to be sister-in-law's question.&nbsp; She tried to look away after nodding, but found she was unable to break from Nicole's mocking stare.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 00:53:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well!&nbsp; It appears that someone must be chilly!&nbsp; Either that or you're rather excited by the thought of feeling a firm wooden paddle on your arse.&nbsp; Or perhaps it's the thought of a chain run between your legs and pulled snugly against your sex.&nbsp; I'll have to remember to do that to you later."<br><br>Nicole turned her chair slightly, snapping her fingers and pointing to the ground.<br><br>"On your hands and knees, duckie.&nbsp; Crawl like a bad little bitch doggy, there's a girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 19:10:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whether it was the snapping of the fingers, the pointing, or just the cruelly superior tone in Nicole's voice, something breaks through Sara's trance.&nbsp; In an instant, she is completely present once again, not only aware of her state of undress on the patio, where anyone in the household can see her, including the servants, but also able to speak again.&nbsp; She gasps loudly, and sputters out, as she gathers her clothing to her front, "Oh my God!&nbsp; What have you done!&nbsp; You bitch!&nbsp; You horrible, horrible bitch!"<br><br>With that, Sara turns, and rushes towards to door of the mansion, headed for her room.&nbsp; But as she runs, something clicks in her mind.&nbsp; The finger snap!&nbsp; That was it!&nbsp; That was her mother's signal -- her mother's signal for her to strip naked, regardless of who else was present!&nbsp; And...the memories flooded back for the first time in years..she had obeyed! Not just once, but many times.&nbsp; Sobbing, she ran to her room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-10-2008, 19:13:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole's laughter followed her...<br><br>Worse, the woman arrived to knock on her door within ten minutes.<br><br>"How did you enjoy your lesson," she asked through the wood.&nbsp; "We can do this the entertaining way, or you may simply choose to submit...which will be less amusing to me, but more pleasant for you.&nbsp; Oh, and one other little detail, my ducky.&nbsp; You were on camera."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 13:29:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara had gotten dressed, and was sitting at her dressing table when the knocks came.&nbsp; She had been finally calming down a bit, but she stiffened when she heard the voice through the door.&nbsp; It was bad enough that the incident had brought back memories that she had successfully repressed, but now the voice seemed to suggest that something very much like what had happened in her family when she was a teen was about to repeat itself here.<br><br>"Lesson!"&nbsp; That word! Her mother had always told her she was being taught a "lesson" when she took away her clothes. Was that just a coincidence, or had this bitch tracked her mother down and talked to her?&nbsp; In any case, she knew he had to resist, video or not.&nbsp; &nbsp;But a video!&nbsp; A video of her calmly removing her dress and bra for Nicole on the patio!&nbsp; What would the Puttenham brothers think?&nbsp; It likely would spell the end of this magic ride she had ben on ever since she had met the handsome young Englishman on a California beach.<br><br>"Go away."&nbsp; Her voice carried little conviction, and it seemed more true to her feelings when she added, "...please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 14:55:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think not, ducky," Nicole laughed.&nbsp; "Here are the rules.&nbsp; You do as you are told, and poor, innocent, prudish Tristan never sees the video.&nbsp; Any of them.&nbsp; Refuse, disobey, rebel...and your arse hits the evening news.&nbsp; Do we understand each other?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 20:26:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara sat silent for several minutes.&nbsp; She heard no further sound, so finally she rose and tiptoed over to the door and opened it.&nbsp; To her shock, Nicole was still there, arms folded, smirking at her.&nbsp; The hair rose up on Sara's skin at the sheer cruelty of her sister-in-law's thin smile.<br><br>"OMG!&nbsp; You scared me!&nbsp; Go away.&nbsp; What do you mean "do as I am told?"&nbsp; Why are you being so mean and crazy!?"<br><br>The words came blurting out, and she wished Tristan were here to help her.&nbsp; Wait, no.&nbsp; She didn't want him to know any of this!&nbsp; Oh what a MESS!!!!!!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 20:38:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Strip," Nicole sneered.&nbsp; "You have not earned the right to wear more than a collar in my presence."<br><br>She reached out to seize Sara's hair, pulling the woman's head back sharply.<br><br>"Let's see those boobies, little bitch!&nbsp; Bare all for Auntie!&nbsp; And remember what Tristan will be seeing if you do not cooperate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 20:53:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stop, stop, stop...please stop!"&nbsp; Tears were coming to Sara's eyes, as it felt that her pretty blond hair was being torn out by the roots.&nbsp; She tried to reach up and remove Nicole's hands from her hair, but that just resulted in a still fiercer tug.&nbsp; She screamed out.&nbsp; "You are HURTING me!"<br><br>And then Sara dissolved into tears, sobbing and shaking, but starting to remove her dress.&nbsp; <br><br>Between sobs she gasped out.&nbsp; "Why?&nbsp; What have I done to you?&nbsp; Are you a lesbian?&nbsp; Is that why you want me naked?"<br><br>Still fumbling with her dress, she promised to strip for Nicole, if only she would release her hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-10-2008, 20:57:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would it make a difference if I said yes?"<br><br>Nicole let go, giving Sara a push back into her room, following immediately.<br><br>"Would it make your little heart go pitter-pat if I confessed to being a lesbian and a domme?&nbsp; Is that what the slut wants to hear?"<br><br>Another push brought Sara stumbling over to her bed.<br><br>"Go on, then!&nbsp; Let's see the goods."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>25-10-2008, 13:45:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peeling off the dress once again, Sara looked directly at her tormentor and asked. "Did someone tell you about my mother?"<br><br>She continued to undress in the silence that followed, until she stood in front of Nicole, dressed only in her panties.&nbsp; <br><br>In a small voice she asked, "Panties as well?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-10-2008, 00:24:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"For now, you keep those knickers on.&nbsp; Turn around.&nbsp; Bend over.&nbsp; Show me your bum."<br><br>Nicole ran her fingers along Sara's shoulder.<br><br>"Nobody's said anything about your Mum.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Did she make you service old boyfriends or something?&nbsp; Put you on your knees and made you suck them off?&nbsp; Or perhaps she enjoyed caning your bottom a little too much?&nbsp; I could tell you stories, my little ducky..."<br><br>Her fingers, her fingernails, scraped lightly down Sara's back.<br><br>"I've half a mind to paddle you right here, just to see how long it will take that slutty little cunny to get wet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 13:50:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Believing that what Nicole said was the truth, Sara quickly decided that it was best to shut up about her mother.&nbsp; the less this woman knew about that, the better.&nbsp; Right now, she had to go along.&nbsp; Later she would talk with dear tristan and surely he would understand and know what to do.&nbsp; She turned around, as the sneering voice had instructed, her pretty rear end feeling more naked in the lacy panties than it might have had it been bare.&nbsp; Blushing madly, she bent over, showing Nicole a posture that was very undignified and humbling.&nbsp; Her large breasts hung down from her bent torso, as she felt like a piece of meat, being inspected by a critical buyer.<br><br>"Please don't hurt me, Nicole.&nbsp; I've never done a thing to hurt you."&nbsp; Her voice seemed ridiculous, coming from an almost naked girl, bent in front of her fully dressed sister-in-law. She didn't dare straighten up, though....<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 15:56:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole slapped Sara's butt, kneading her roughly.<br><br>"My, my, my!&nbsp; Very spankable."<br><br>Scraping her nails up and down Sara's flanks again, she gave the woman another swat.<br><br>"Shall I fetch a paddle?&nbsp; I bet you'll cry if I do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 16:16:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please no, Miss Nicole."<br><br>Once the words were out, Sara almost fainted with embarrassment.&nbsp; Why had she allowed that to slip!&nbsp; In a flash, a panic sweat covered her skin and she was flushed from her toes to the roots of her soft blond hair. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 16:21:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She says 'please'?"<br><br>Nicole laughed and slapped Sara again.<br><br>"As if that will make a difference!&nbsp; We are going to play, you and I, and you will do as you are told."<br><br>Grabbing Sara's waist, Nicole pressed herself against the younger woman's panty-clad bottom, thrusting her hips as if contemplating something primal, carnal, crude...<br><br>"Or you will not only be used and tormented until you cry like a little child, but hubby dearest will be getting a new video in the post.&nbsp; Clear?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 17:48:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara was garteful that Nicole seemed not to have noticed that she had been referred to as "Miss Nicole."&nbsp; Perhaps she was just so used to such demonstrations of respect from panty-clad girls.&nbsp; As her ass became to burn, Sara knew that the wetness between her legs was growing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-10-2008, 17:51:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tell me, slut, have you ever licked another woman's pussy?"<br><br>Nicole bent, snaking her hands around to cup and squeeze Sara's large breasts.<br><br>"Does that thought disturb you, you silly little twat?&nbsp; Or perhaps the thought of Tristan's wee wedding tackle sliding up your arse...buggering you like a naughty little schoolboy?"<br><br>Her fingers caught Sara's nipples, twisted and pulled them painfully!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 13:08:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping at the pain in her nipples, the pretty California girl staggers, then hisses out between clenched teeth: "No Miss.&nbsp; N, never."&nbsp; It is a total lie of course, but there were family secrets that Sara had vowed never to reveal.&nbsp; "I...I've never even THOUGHT about it," the adds, and even she can tell that the double denial reveals the truth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 14:57:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Think about it now," Nicole laughs softly, letting go and straightening up to grab Sara's waist again.&nbsp; "Think about having a man balls-deep up your naughty slut arse while your tongue laps at a wet and willing pussy."<br><br>Pulling Sara back against her groin as if mocking the mechanics of doggy-style intercourse, Nicole clucks her tongue.&nbsp; "Now, more importantly, what would it take to make you do such a thing?&nbsp; Somehow I doubt a few filthy snaps intended for your limp and weak hubby are going to suffice...but they've gotten me this far."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 21:46:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I...I don't know Nicole.&nbsp; I don't think there would be anything that would make me do such a thing.&nbsp; I'm a nice, happily married young woman, and I don't understand why you are doing this."&nbsp; Sara straightened up and pulled away, now covering her breasts with her crossed arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-10-2008, 21:49:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whatever happened to Miss?"<br><br>Nicole aimed a swat at Sara again, but mercifully was too far away to make contact.<br><br>"Be polite, ducky, or I'll find a way to make you mind your manners!&nbsp; Now kneel in front of me.&nbsp; And remember what will happen if you're a naughty little bit!&nbsp; Think of all those lovely full color snaps, crossing prudish Tristan's desk.&nbsp; How long do you suppose it will take him to file?&nbsp; Five minutes?&nbsp; Ten?"<br><br>She laughed and pointed to the ground in front of her feet.<br><br>"On your knees!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 00:44:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara was angry now.&nbsp; She walked over to where Nicole pointed at the ground and swatted the hand. "Go ahead and send the snaps.&nbsp; I don't care.&nbsp; I wouldn't lick your smelly cunt if my life depended on it."<br><br>With that said, Sara started to dress.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 02:36:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole slapped her across the face, then across the breasts.<br><br>"Bad girl!"<br><br>All but leaping to her feet, she shoved Sara onto the bed.<br><br>"You need to learn some manners, you little slattern!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 15:01:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara stuggled wildly with her sister-in-law, but found that the woman was much stronger than she had thought.&nbsp; Suddenly she was pinned to the bed, Nicole sitting on her belly, and holding her wrists to her sides with a firm grip.&nbsp; Looking up, the glowering anger in the Nicole's eyes almost made her start to pee.<br><br>"Pleeeeeese...no...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-10-2008, 15:05:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Letting go of the blonde's wrists and giving both of Sara's breasts a firm kneading, Nicole shook her head.<br><br>"Firstly, never, <em>ever</em> take that tone with me!&nbsp; Secondly, you will do as you are told, or I will think of ways to hurt you. Thirdly, you will answer all questions honestly and promptly without the snark.&nbsp; Is this clearly understood?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 11:19:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara closed her eyes to shut out the view of the stronger woman straddling her, but she could not shut out the pain in her breasts, where Nicole's hands played with the soft flesh roughly.&nbsp; The trapped girl sighed and stopped resisting.&nbsp; <br><br>"Please stop Nicole.&nbsp; I'll do as you say.&nbsp; I'll answer all your questions, I promise.&nbsp; Just...please stop hurting me, please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 15:16:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps.&nbsp; Give me a reason to believe you, slut.&nbsp; Show me that you understand and will obey me.&nbsp; When you were eyeing my loving husband's thick cock, what were you imagining he might do to you with it?"<br><br>Nicole's hands eased up a little, but still squeezed her breasts, her thumbs pressing her nipples back into the soft mounds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 12:53:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara hadn't thought anything when she had seen the naked cock of her brother-in-law, but now she just wanted to satisfy Nicole, so that she would stop hurting her tender breasts.&nbsp; "I wanted to take Gawain's penis in my mouth and suck it."<br><br>The triumphant smile that crossed Nicole's face told Sara she had made a big mistake.&nbsp; Surely those words had not been recorded....omg, she thought, what a stupid, stupid girl I am.&nbsp; She imagined Tristan's face crumpling as he heard her voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-11-2008, 18:54:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You wanted to taste his seed, to feel it running down your slutty throat...didn't you?"<br><br>Nicole kneaded her harder again, licking her lips.<br><br>"Horrible girl!&nbsp; Lusting after my husband...<em>my</em> man!&nbsp; Mine!&nbsp; Not yours!&nbsp; You get poor limp, tiny, insignificant Tristan instead.&nbsp; Does he ever let you suck him?&nbsp; I thought not."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 13:37:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No. No!&nbsp; I didn't MEAN that!&nbsp; I just said it to please you, to make you stop hurting me.&nbsp; Please stop hurting me.&nbsp; Please Nicole, be nice."<br><br>Sara struggled helplessly under the stronger woman's grip, working hard to avoid looking up into the face that looked down at her with such cruel satisfaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-11-2008, 19:21:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So you're a filthy little liar as well?&nbsp; I'm hardly surprised!&nbsp; We can't have that."<br><br>Nicole's fingers closed on one nipple, twisting slowly and tugging.<br><br>"I'd understand, of course.&nbsp; He's such a lovely specimen.&nbsp; Perhaps we shall tie you up snugly and let you watch?&nbsp; I might even ask him to shoot all over your face, just to drive the humiliation home."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 12:11:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Gawain wouldn't!&nbsp; He is too much of a gentleman!&nbsp; He wouldn't do that to his brother's wife!"&nbsp; Again Sara struggled, and agian it was clear that her nipples would suffer as long and as much as Nicole wanted them to suffer.&nbsp; She thought back to yesterday.&nbsp; Why hadn't she knocked on the bathroom door?&nbsp; Had she really hoped that Gawain would be there, naked?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-11-2008, 20:55:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wouldn't he?&nbsp; Oh, if I were to convince him that poor little you needed a good dose of man all over your face, he might...he just might!"<br><br>Nicole switched to Sara's other nipple, giving it the same treatment.<br><br>"But that would require an appropriate demonstration from you, now, wouldn't it?&nbsp; What would you be willing to do to feel a real man, fucking you properly?"<br><br>She tilted her head.<br><br>"His loads are always so very large and thick and warm.&nbsp; Does the thought of feeling that on your little tarty face make you quiver?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 15:35:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara imagined what it would feel like, to see Gawain's hard cock pointed at her and then to feel the hot cum splashing over her. She bit her lip, afraid of her own thoughts, afraid of what she was about to say, afraid of the new path of her life that seemed to open below her like a vast abyss.&nbsp; But she couldn't stop herself.<br><br>"Oh GOD.&nbsp; YES!&nbsp; I want that more than anything."<br><br>The words hung in the air.&nbsp; Sara looked up at Nicole's leering face and saw triumph.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 15:38:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And the truth comes out!&nbsp; Won't your darling husband be shocked to hear that?"<br><br>She laughed wickedly, pinching one nipple lightly.<br><br>"How shall we punish you, little slut?&nbsp; Perhaps a good caning while you fondle your fanny and beg for mercy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 17:39:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh please no, Nicole.&nbsp; Does it have to be a caning?&nbsp; It will mark me and Tristan will see!"&nbsp; Sara whimpered fearfully.<br><br>Then she summoned up the bravery to ask: "How did you know?&nbsp; How did you know about me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-11-2008, 18:09:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, but we want him to see!&nbsp; We want him to know that you're a naughty little tart, rub his face in the fact that he's not man enough for you."<br><br>Nicole dragged her fingernails down Sara's flank.<br><br>"Besides, it's what you deserve!&nbsp; Peeping on my man, fantasizing about his cock down your throat and up your arse..."<br><br>She bent lower, her lips twisted into a cruel, cold smile.<br><br>"He told me about it, you see.&nbsp; He saw you in the mirror.&nbsp; He was tempted to stroke himself, to give you a show..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 11:44:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This thought, the thought that Gawain might have played with his cock yesterday while she watched, made Sara gasp and shiver.&nbsp; He had KNOWN she saw him naked!&nbsp; Maybe even he had suggested that Nicole behave as she had today....she had to admit that the thought thrilled her, and she felt herself spiraling back in time, to when her mother first punished her by taking away her clothes at home.&nbsp; She had stayed in room for the longest time, but finally had tried to slip downstairs late at night to find something in the refrigerator..... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-11-2008, 15:16:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, you like that thought?"<br><br>Nicole's hands returned to Sara's breasts, squeezing her roughly.<br><br>"What could I possibly make you do if only I promised you a facial?&nbsp; The mind boggles, yes, it does.&nbsp; Or perhaps you'd rather he bugger you good and hard, the way little prude Tristan won't...can't...because it reminds him of the older boys at school and what they wanted to do."<br><br>She smirked.<br><br>"I think a proper caning is a good start, don't you agree?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 13:04:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara whimpered. Then she blurted out something that revealed more than she intended, but that she did not even notice as she spoke.<br><br>"Please mommy no!&nbsp; Please don't cane me.&nbsp; I can't stand the pain.&nbsp; I'll do anything rather than be caned.&nbsp; Please, please mommy."&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 14:39:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole's smile, predatory and amused, would not have helped Sara's composure.<br><br>"Roll over, then.&nbsp; Spread your legs and fondle your little box through your knickers.&nbsp; Let's see you get them all gooey and wet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 14:48:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling Nicole release the pressure by stepping away from her, Sara found herself alone on the bed, with Nicole watching her.&nbsp; Moaning softly, she rolled over and raised her hips from the bed, to allow her hands access.&nbsp; Then she bgan to play with her cunt through her thin panties, aware every moment of Nicole's hungry eyes on each movement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 14:49:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole had not gone far--without warning, she slapped Sara's inner thighs, leaving handprints.<br><br>"That's it, my duckie!&nbsp; Play with it.&nbsp; Moan like the little strumpet you are!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 21:44:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara yelped at the stinging slap, and redoubled her efforts, hoping that this, at least, was not being filmed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-11-2008, 21:46:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole slapped her again, this time on her rump.<br><br>"Move your arse, slut!&nbsp; Or don't you enjoy the feel of your own hand?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 20:41:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ooooooooooooooooooooooo...." A long moan escaped when Nicole first slapped Sara's cheek, and she began to pump her ass high in the air, now losing control to the demons of need deep inside.&nbsp; "Please hit me harder, Nicole.&nbsp; Hit my slutty ass.&nbsp; Make me cry.&nbsp; Pleeeease!"&nbsp; Her fingers ground into her sex and her ass gyrated wildly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-11-2008, 20:44:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole spanked Sara again, even harder...then again!<br><br>"I think the slut wants a proper caning, six of the best, right across her bum. That's what I think."<br><br>Her hands slapped Sara's inner thighs again, leaving more handprints.<br><br>"Is the slut thinking of my man buggering her slowly, filling her a little at a time?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 12:28:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes. Yes!&nbsp; Please Nicole, can i be naked?"&nbsp; Without permission, Sara clawed at her panties and pulled them down, baring her ass and exposing all of her intimate folds from behind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 15:16:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Did I tell you to do that?"<br><br>Nicole's spanks rained down, harder and faster, until she roughly kneaded Sara's ass, spreading her cheeks to expose her sex and anus.<br><br>"Keep rubbing, you filthy creature!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 15:56:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh God, i'm such a slut.&nbsp; So dirty, mommy.&nbsp; I think of sex ALL the time."&nbsp; Sara was babbling now, apparently lost in some past time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 16:05:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Spread your legs further," Nicole ordered, digging her nails in and prying Sara open.&nbsp; "I've half a mind to get a toy and push it right up your arse, just to hear you beg!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 16:08:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Immediately Sara opened her legs obscenely wide, displaying all things that a proper girl keeps hidden.&nbsp; And she could stop herself from humping wildly against Nicole's prying fingers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-11-2008, 16:11:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You want his thick cock up your arse, don't you?"<br><br>Nicole slapped one cheek.<br><br>"Deep inside, filling you with his hot, thick seed."<br><br>Then the other...<br><br>"Can't have him!&nbsp; But you can have a toy, if you ask nicely."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 12:32:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please Nicole.&nbsp; Please.&nbsp; &nbsp;A toy.&nbsp; Anything.&nbsp; Fill me up.&nbsp; Fill this slut up.&nbsp; Fill up her cunt.&nbsp; Fill up her ass."&nbsp; Now sara's voice was drifting into a zone of submission that few others ever visited....but she had been there before, and Nicole had seemed to know this from the beginning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-11-2008, 15:02:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hold yourself open, slave, and you'll get a good buggering.&nbsp; After that..."<br><br>Nicole giggled nastily.<br><br>"After that, you'll owe me.&nbsp; And I shall indeed collect."<br><br>She clambered off the bed and disappeared into the half-bath attached to Sara's room, returning a moment later with a large, studded toy and a bottle of lubricant.<br><br>"Here we are!&nbsp; The Penetrator.&nbsp; Just right for the likes of you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 12:26:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While Nicole had gone, Sara had peeled off the rests of her clothes.&nbsp; Now she waited on the bed, ass high in the hair, face pressed into the sheets, knees spread wide apart.&nbsp; She was a very different girl from the one who had fought Nicole's first advances.&nbsp; In fact, she was little more than an animal, guided only by the need between her legs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 14:57:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole waved the toy in Sara's face.<br><br>"Say please, little bitch, and I'll give you what you so very obviously need."<br><br>The sight of her sister-in-law debased, naked, and waiting, was something that clearly amused the icily pretty Englishwoman...and, from the way her nipples poked against her satin chemise, it also aroused her.<br><br>"A good buggering," she smiled slowly.&nbsp; "Long and deep and slow, just like your hubby can't."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 21:54:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm your slave now aren't I?&nbsp; Your sex slave?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 22:02:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm.&nbsp; I don't know...are you worth the trouble of keeping, little bitch?&nbsp; Will you pleasure me on demand and debase yourself when you are told?"<br><br>Nicole leaned forward and slapped Sara's bottom, leaving another handprint.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 22:11:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes Miss.&nbsp; But will Tristan have to know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 22:15:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If you displease me, slave, he will learn of your debasement.&nbsp; After that, I will have to find another horror to keep you compliant.&nbsp; Now, how badly do you want to be buggered?"<br><br>She slapped Sara's bottom again, harder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 22:23:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is not my choice, Miss Nicole.&nbsp; Your slave's bare ass is always available and always needs buggering by its owners."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 22:23:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole laughed softly, smacking Sara again.<br><br>"Beg for it, then, you filthy-minded slut!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 13:10:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please bugger my slutty ass.&nbsp; You know all about me.&nbsp; You know what i am.&nbsp; You know you own me now.&nbsp; Make me feel how superior you are to me.&nbsp; I will be your slave eavery hour of every day the rest of my life.&nbsp; I wanted YOU, not Gawain!&nbsp; My dream has come true."<br><br>She waggled her bare ass high in the air thoughout this display of submission.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 14:34:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, is that so?"<br><br>Nicole laughed, slapping Sara's inner thighs mercilessly until the younger woman squealed, then pressed the head of the toy against her anus and pushed slowly inward...very slowly...working it in a little at a time, slowly enough for Sara to feel every little nub and ridge on the dildo.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 11:28:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara felt the large object begin to spread her small rosebud.&nbsp; It hurt already, and she just couldn't imagine the whole thing inside her.&nbsp; But it didn't matter.&nbsp; It wasn't her choice, any more than it had been her choice when her mother had punished her for finding her playing doctor with a girlfriend by making her stand naked in the corner of the living room for hours while her brothers were there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 15:03:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole pushed the toy deeper, slapping Sara's bottom from time to time.<br><br>"Does this hurt, little slut?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 15:08:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara moaned and nodded, but thrusts her bare ass back at Nicole, as if begging for more.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 15:11:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole pushed the toy deeper still.<br><br>"Does the slut want to rub her naughty little cunny in front of me, to ease her violation?"<br><br>Then she slapped Sara's inner thighs.<br><br>"Too bad!&nbsp; Permission denied.&nbsp; Now move back on this thing, little bitch.&nbsp; Take it like it was my husband's cock."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 15:20:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara did exactly as she was told, moving lewdly as she imagined that the huge object entering her was Gawain's tool. the one she had peeked at, the thing that had started all this.&nbsp; She thought of poor tristan watching her do this, and then she said to herself: "too bad...he married an american slut/slave...he'll just have to live with it."<br><br>To Nicole she said:&nbsp; "I'm the lowest, aren't I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 15:25:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You need to ask?"<br><br>Nicole slapped her again, twisting the toy slowly and pushing even further in.<br><br>"Perhaps you will get his come on your face and in your mouth, if you are a good slave and please me with obedience and appropriate demonstrations.&nbsp; Now wouldn't that put Tristy's knickers in a knot if I sent him a photograph or two of you in bed with us?&nbsp; Little poofter would probably wet his pants and throw a tanty right there..."<br><br>Unseen by poor Sara, she smiled to herself--she and Tristan had never gotten along well, and the thought of humiliating him indirectly by taking his trophy wife as her personal pet amused Nicole greatly.&nbsp; But then, there was something about the way the young American fought half-heartedly, resisted only up to a point, that almost cried out for a little exploitation.<br><br>And truth be told, Nicole had always known that she had a touch of the sadist about her.&nbsp; She had bloomed late, and every schoolyard taunt, every locker-room snark, every haughty glance from the prettier, bustier girls in school had been stored up, processed through some advanced teenage revenge fantasies...and then she had met Gawain, and he had indulged her whims.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 12:50:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara suddenly let her mind flash forward to a scene from what seemed to be her future life:&nbsp; she was naked...and it seemed she hadn't had clothes to wear for some time...the servants were all dressed normally, but she was not...they smirked at her, and there was no question of her giving them any orders any more...in fact, quite the reverse....god, she really WAS the lowest.....<br><br>Back from her dream, Sara moaned and thrust her ass at the invading toy.&nbsp; "No...I don't need to ask.&nbsp; I know my place."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 15:35:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole pushed the toy deeper, as deep as it would go, and held it there while smiling at Sara's complaints.<br><br>"And what is your place, little dog?"<br><br>She licked her lips, remembering Gawain's suggestion...<br><br><em>'I think she fancies me,' he had whispered.&nbsp; 'Maybe you should tease her a little about that?&nbsp; And if she behaves, you could even let her think she might have me, with your supervision...'<br><br>'Maybe I shall,' she had nodded.&nbsp; 'You'd enjoy that, I think.'<br><br>'It would beat having to hunt for tarts.'</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 20:43:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know I'm a born slave, Miss Nicole.&nbsp; I know I must obey my superiors.&nbsp; I know I'm not really entitled to any privacy.&nbsp; And what I don't know, I know I must learn."&nbsp; Sara's voice was unmistakably husky with excitement, as if she loved being forced to admit the dark secret of the consequences of her secret desires.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-12-2008, 20:46:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Interesting."<br><br>Nicole gave the toy a twist, turning it inside her victim.<br><br>"Well, if you're a very good little pet, you might be allowed to enjoy yourself.&nbsp; Take your current position, for starters.&nbsp; Do you enjoy being filled?"<br><br>Without waiting for an answer, she yanked the toy loose.<br><br>"Get dressed, little bitch.&nbsp; A nice, light sun dress...no knickers.&nbsp; Then come out to the garden.&nbsp; There's another game I'd like to show you."<br><br>Nicole licked her lips slowly.<br><br>"Something that will indeed leave you with little privacy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 11:57:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With the toy gone, Sara felt terribly empty.&nbsp; But now, left alone with a chance to contemplate what had happened on this momentous day, she felt a glow of happiness and excitement growing inside her.&nbsp; Perhaps finally she had met the person who understood her completely and would change her life from something only half-lived (with her mind always on a possible future that might be more exciting) to a fully life, lived completely in the present.&nbsp; She showered quickly, and dressed in her shortest sub dress, a bright yellow frock that flared out from a high waist.&nbsp; She slipped on a pair of heels, and it thrilled her that she wore nothing else.&nbsp; The light cotton seemd so insubstantial, and it only touched her body all the time at the waist and above.&nbsp; Below, she felt naked -- and more and more so as she headed down the stairs to the more public part of the great house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 15:04:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It took Sara a few minutes to find Nicole, out in the gardens, attaching a pistol-grip spray nozzle to one of the hoses.&nbsp; Hearing her victim approach, the woman looked up and gave Sara a strangely warm and inviting smile.<br><br>"I had hoped for a white dress," she said cooly, "but that one will do."<br><br>She gave the sprayer a couple of test squeezes, nodding in satisfaction at the results.<br><br>"Have you ever been tormented with water, pet?"<br><br>Eyeing her sister-in-law, she licked her lips slowly--the little Yank tart was clearly interested in being put under the thumb, and suddenly the haughty English beauty felt selfish.&nbsp; Why should the boys get to share in this?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>04-12-2008, 23:21:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she finally found Nicole, she rushed up to her and apologized profusely for the delay.&nbsp; There was something thrilling in that alone, in her feeling that no matter what, now she had to obey Nicole's every word without a peep of resistance.<br><br>"No Miss, I never have," Sara answered truthfully.&nbsp; She added, "What do you mean?"&nbsp; She had some idea, but she could not be sure that Nicole meant the kind of thing that she was now imagining....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 03:16:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole smiled again, a wicked expression of merciless glee.<br><br>"Go stand over there and put your hands behind your neck."<br><br>She gestured to a tree.<br><br>"Brace yourself, in fact, because if you fall down I'm going to make sure you get soundly thrashed and sent to bed without supper."<br><br>She smiled again and gestured with the spray nozzle.<br><br>"Fortunately for you, there are no cameras out here, so whatever you do will not likely come to Tristy's attention.&nbsp; Too bad.&nbsp; I'm sure he'd <em>not</em> properly appreciate a few candid pictures of his wet little wife."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 12:59:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara did precisely as she was told.&nbsp; Once she was braced against the tree, hands behind her neck, she realized how the posture raised her dress.&nbsp; The hem barely reached the tops of her thighs.<br><br>"I'm ready, Miss Nicole."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 15:00:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good."<br><br>Pulling the trigger on the spray nozzle, Nicole played the stream across Sara's breasts, the water stinging even through the dress!&nbsp; And worse, the woman laughed to see her sister-in-law's face...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 16:01:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The force of the water stream, combined with the chill of the water, made the young woman's eyes widen.&nbsp; But she stood her ground, as the water pummeled her breasts, and soaked her dress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-12-2008, 16:07:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole laughed louder, holding the stream on one breast, then moving it to the other, aiming for Sara's nipples.<br><br>"Looks like you're a wet little tart after all," she grinned.&nbsp; "A pity that limp-dicked husband of yours isn't here to watch.&nbsp; We could have fun forcing him to enjoy the show."<br><br>Her lip curled in a silent snarl.&nbsp; No, her brother-in-law was definitely not her favorite person in the world...<br><br>"Have you ever pegged him, ducks?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 12:00:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara started off brave, but soon found that the stinging preessure from the cold water made her instinctively try to shield herself.&nbsp; She knew better than to lower her hands from their position, but she did turn sideways to avoid the direct hit of the stream of water on her breasts.<br><br>"I...I don't know.&nbsp; What does pegged mean?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-12-2008, 14:51:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole laughed.<br><br>"You don't know?&nbsp; That, ducks, is when you play the man in the relationship!"<br><br>She stepped to the side, angling the water so that it continued to play across Sara's breasts...and, more cruelly, her nipples!<br><br>"It just seems like something Tristy might like, given his tastes."<br><br>This, like so much else, was news to Sara.&nbsp; Oh, sure, Tristan had been a bit distant and reserved, even in the bedroom, but that was just him...right?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 13:27:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara blushed, despite the cold water.&nbsp; The very idea of being the "man" with Tristan was so alien to all her experience.&nbsp; Yet she could imagine Nicole doing it to Tristan, and the thought was exciting.&nbsp; She wondered if it had already happened.&nbsp; Nicole seemed to know a lot about his tastes, and she sure wasn't talking about how much he liked lemon curd.&nbsp; But maybe it was even worse!&nbsp; Maybe Tristan was gay!&nbsp; He never had seemed very eager to enter her.....<br><br>But what did she mean by "worse" Sara asked herself...after all, he she was letting herself be dominated by her sister-in-law.&nbsp; On balance, her behavior would be seen as much "worse" by most.&nbsp; or would it?&nbsp; Sara didn't seem to have a good grip on what was right and what was wrong any longer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 15:03:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll wager," Nicole continued, now altering the stream to hit Sara's belly, "that he doesn't even bother much with foreplay.&nbsp; Am I right?"<br><br>She laughed wickedly.<br><br>"Does he ever lick you and warm you up, ducks?&nbsp; Or do you need a sisterly hand with that?"<br><br>She dropped the water a little lower, soaking the skirts of Sara's dress.<br><br>"Lift your dress.&nbsp; Let's see your bare little fanny."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 21:33:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Obediently, Sara reached down and seized the hem of her sun dress.&nbsp; She began to lift, almost immediately revealing her bare slit.&nbsp; <br><br>"How high, Miss Nicole?"&nbsp; The sound of her voice saying these submissive words made her blush.&nbsp; She wondered if she would be doing this in front of Gawain soon.<br><br>Feeling a bit cocky, because the water really didn't hurt much, she asked, "Does the sight of my cunt please you Miss Nicole?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-12-2008, 21:40:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole laughed.<br><br>"So obedient!"<br><br>Her smile grew a bit friendlier.<br><br>"Yes, pet, this pleases me very much.&nbsp; Now spread your legs."<br><br>She paused, watching the younger woman idly for a moment.&nbsp; The idea of having this girl all to herself had a certain appeal as well, and Gawain wouldn't mind too much.<br><br>"Have you ever used a shower spray nozzle on yourself, ducks?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 11:08:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara thought back.&nbsp; Of all the things she had used on herself in those teen years, she could not remember using a spray nozzle.&nbsp; That was probably because she was either in her room, or out in the woods that were near her old house.&nbsp; Suddenly she flashed on how she used to strip naked, deep in the woods, and then walk as far away from her clothes as she dared.&nbsp; There were two risks: first was that she would be seen, and second was that she would not be able to find her clothes.&nbsp; She realized she had been frozen there, gazing into the distance.&nbsp; Nicole looked impatient.<br><br>"No....I never have.&nbsp; Not that I remember anyway."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 15:21:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicole nodded and brandished the spray nozzle.<br><br>"That's more or less what this is, only the water is cold and I'll be the one to direct the flow...and as you've no doubt surmised, I won't be kind."<br><br>Her eyes lingered on Sara's body.<br><br>"Shall we see how long it takes you to come like this?&nbsp; I think we shall."<br><br>Eyes twinkling, she pulled the trigger, sending a rough stream of cold water splattering and stinging across Sara's thighs and against her bare sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>13-12-2008, 12:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara was shocked by the cold water, and was certain it could never, not ever, make her cum.&nbsp; Obediently, she opened her thighs to allow a&nbsp; more direct stream to hit her slit and the treasures within.<br><br>"Oh Nicole.&nbsp; How could I ever have walked around here as your equal?&nbsp; I belong as your toy.&nbsp; It is the natural way of things."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-12-2008, 17:00:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not quite certain, really," Nicole answered, knowing that Sara meant her statement as rhetorical and submissive.&nbsp; "Perhaps you thought that being married to the likes of Tristy would mean some sort of status might rub off.&nbsp; That, alas, would require that he do the same for you, and limp little Tristy has only ever been interested in himself."<br><br>Licking her lips slowly, she stepped closer to her new plaything.&nbsp; Lowering her hand and tightening the stream, aiming directly for Sara's sex, she watched the girl's face, eager to see her expressions of pain and hopefully of humiliated pleasure.<br><br>"Which leaves you in an unfortunate position."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shyslave</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 12:23:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sara suddenly realized what water "torture" meant.&nbsp; She had thought that the torture was just the cold wetness, but now the hard stream pummeled her inner lips and her clit, and she wanted nothing more than for it to stop.<br><br>But wait.&nbsp; Even in the middle of the pain and the shame, a heat was building in her slutty cunt.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh godddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.&nbsp; Fuck me with the water. PLeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese fuck your slut with the water."<br><br>And, like magic, the oversexed American girl began to buck her hips wildly, eyes rolling, as she came....not once, but multiple times in succession.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Friendly Game (MP/Shyslave)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 15:02:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing, Nicole played the stream back and forth, watching her sister-in-law writhe and moan.<br><br>"This is something Tristy will never do for you, my little whore."<br><br>She released the trigger and the stream stopped...just long enough for Sara to recover her breath.&nbsp; Then the haughty Englishwoman sprayed her again, angling the stream against the girl's perineum and anus as well.<br><br>"My, my, my, you do so enjoy this!&nbsp; Perhaps we'll make a habit of these little garden visits, won't we?"
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>