Warning: It's been some time since this happened so some of the details are quite fuzzy and I may have some inconsistencies in this story! Also it's quite long before we get to any sexy bits so skip to the ****** for kinky part, but I highly recommend reading the background.

This happened when I was 21 [F] and it happened with me and one of my closest friend, Jennie, while growing up, my neighbor who was 20 [F] at the time. I used to study in a college town few hours away from my hometown and therefore lived at the campus, I would still visit my parents every month or so for a long weekend. Jen studied in a local college and therefore stayed with her parents at home to save some money for her further education. She was a textbook cute girl next door. And since we knew each other from when we were in kindergarten I had never noticed her (Shocker I know), also I wasn't sure if she would be into me as she had never mentioned liking other girls.

She would ask me every few days when my next visit back to the home was, and I never thought any more of those questions than her looking forward to our hikes and hangouts in the town. She also liked some candies which I would bring her back from my university town. They were a bit naughty, as in laced with some dextrose or something similar and she enjoyed them while studying. On one such visit home, the shopkeeper messed up the order, and I accidentally bought some funny candies, it's my guess that it was were but I didn't know it at that time. Jen being goody two shoes, had never even tried weed. And that's where the problem started.

We would often hang out in my room after dark playing some kind of board game, and there would often be bets on the outcome of the game. That might we were playing a cards game, and she was having first of the many candies which I had brought home. We were both full from the delicious dinner my mother cooked for all of us, and I had borrowed couple of beers from dad's fridge so we were set for the night. This Cards game, as expected, got way out of hands competitive and at one point the pot had crossed 150€ she said she cannot raise the pot as she already owed me a lot from previous games (not that I would ever take her money, so we kept a running tab) so she suggested that she will throw in a number of a girl I had a huge crush on, if I win she will introduce me to her. Now, I had no chance but to win, and I did. I was jumping up and down with joy, and then suddenly she got up, upset with something, I didn't understand at the time, and said I've to go, early morning.

I was confused as it was only shortly past 10, and tomorrow was Sunday. We always stayed up until 2 a.m. or so, and often she slept with me and left after breakfast in the morning.

"What's the matter, Jen?" I asked her and she didn't answer. I said "let's play few more hands and we can play without any bets if You're out of money."

She hesitated, and said "no point playing without any bets!"

"what can we do then?" I asked.

"let's bet our jackets on next round" she suggested

I said no way, as my jacket was a nice North Face one compared to her from H&M. Besides she often borrowed my jacket as she could use them as a second jacket but I had no use for jacket.

"Let's play we will decide what's the wager afterwards." She said, and I replied "Nope"

She said "ok then, fair warning I say we can play strip bets on this game".

Suddenly, I turned a bit red, and I noticed that she wasn't just the friend I had known my whole life but a very pretty girl. I asked her, "why would you do that?"

"It's because I want to run away with your jacket and t-shirt, dummy" she replied.

"Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool", I channeled my inner Jake Peralta. I split the deck and dealt the cards.

Now in all this time she had moved her place, so that her back was facing a big mirror on my wall, and I could easily make out what her cards were. Needless to say, she was soon out of her both shoes, both socks, jacket and her armband / bracelet. And, now we were getting serious, no banter and no jokes, she played as if her life depended on it, and in a way it did. I'm good, but even she knew I won't win 7 rounds on a trot unless I was cheating (which I was) so I lost next two rounds and my socks with it. I paused before dealing next and asked her if she wants to continue, because if she lost it was her top next, and she asked me, how am I sure it was this round. I said I've a gut feeling! And I was right, or the mirror did its job, and she was sitting in my room in her bra and her skirt, and I was getting positively distracted.

She had an absolute perfect figure, from years of swimming and running. Later I learned she was only 32C, but she looked angelic in that moment. Sure as expected she lost her skirt next round, and she asked if we could stop. I don't know what came over me, but I taunted her that I'll not rest until she's without a single piece of cloth. And then suddenly she smiled, looked back at the mirror and unhooked her bra. I was like a deer caught in the headlights, my jaw on the floor, with an awkward grin, and suddenly forgetting to breathe. She got up on her knees, looked at me, turned around And let her bra drop to the floor.

I was still sitting looking at her perfect breasts looking back at me in the mirror, then she walked away opened my closet. I wasn't thinking straight, she went straight to the top of the closet and moved my books to reach beyond. I knew what was there, but how did she? How did she know I kept the toys there? A pair of handcuffs, blind fold, a ball gag and pair of nipple clamps. Things which I had bought for my ex-gf, but never had a chance to use them. No one but I knew of their existence. I had bought them, from an off the route sex store, in cash and hidden them as soon as I got home few months ago. I don't know how long was I out thinking.

Then, I heard a soft click sound, there she was. Her hands behind her back with a cuff on one hand, a gag in her mouth, blindfold hanging around her neck, and kneeling on her knees. She looked at me in the mirror and asked, is this what you meant Claire?

Think. Words. Speak. Yes. No. Yes. How? When? What? Mouth. Must. Speak.

I was still sitting, looking at her reflection smiling back at me in the mirror and trying to think how does one exactly speak with words? And the inner dominatrix in me was just getting started . . .

to be continued, or not, depends on the feedback

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