Game On Ch. 03

"Very nice," Sam said. "Just the start. My serve."

Danielle walked over to her water bottle and took a long sip, trying her best to regain her focus for the next set. Sam quickly took a sip from his own water bottle. "Good luck playing naked with all these people watching," he said before slapping her on the ass as he crossed over to take his position on the other side of the court.

"You're mine," she said, attempting to convince him she was un-phased by her nakedness. Danielle felt self-conscious being so exposed. Her sports bra had also provided firm support for her large D-sized tits as she moved quickly around the court. It now lay in a clump on the side of the court. Her tits would move freely without the support, further riveting the attention of the spectators. "Shit!" she said to herself as she positioned herself to receive Sam's serve. She couldn't believe she allowed herself to be in such a vulnerable position.

Danielle also wasn't used to having to play a fourth set in her women's tournaments. The weight of her tits worked against her, the shouts of the men distracted her. She suddenly realized their catcalls were drawing the attention of others at the club. She lost the first game of the new set with Sam serving and barely held on to win the next. Sam battled to take his next serve game. Danielle felt flustered for her next serve, giving it up to Sam. Before she knew it, the fourth set fell apart and she lost. The epic battle of the sexes match was now tied at two a piece, and was requiring her tennis skirt.

Danielle slowly lowered her tiny skirt down her long legs until it fell around her ankles. She stood in disbelief in the center of the court wearing only her miniscule lace thong and tennis shoes. Her tall gorgeous almost-naked 5'8" fit frame aroused both men and women of the growing crowd gathering around the court. Even Sam's shorts showed off an impressive tent, visible from across the court. Danni's thong was mostly useless to conceal anything of her perfect body; it was also drenched from her exhibitionist arousal. Her bared tits and ass were on full display for the lusting crowd; her puffy nipples tightened like bullets aiming upward. Her emotions were at war within her between flustered embarrassment and arousal. Danielle was determined to take the next set to win the match, and the prize of Sam's weekend submission. What seemed like an easy win when they started the match now felt highly uncertain; and she was now all-but-naked in her pursuit of it.

Danielle threw the ball up to start the set with a strong serve. Sam returned it with finesse that blew past Danielle. Sam knew the epic return was more luck than skill, but it set the tone for the match. Momentum was going his way. Danielle's heart sank with the fast bullet flying past her, causing her to question her ability to come back. She did her best to muster her resolve and focus, but her strength was waning after four long arduous sets. Her arms and legs were sore. Her fit body felt fatigue setting in from the pounding of a rare fifth set. Her naked body glistened with perspiration. She could feel drops of sweat traveling down her chest to the edge of her thick thimble-like nipples before plummeting off. Sam's dick hardened, watching the gorgeous specimen of his wife battling for the last set on the other side of the net.

Danielle fought hard, but the mixture of fatigue, self-consciousness and undeniable arousal compromised her usual indomitable ability. Every game that she lost fueled her competitive frustration, realizing she was one step closer to not only losing the epic match, but also her clothing and complete control to Sam for the rest of the weekend. She never imagined it turning out this way. Playing tennis was her idea. He beat her in six straight games to take the final set.

Sam threw his arms up in victory. "Yes!" he shouted. His large dick was still firm, and growing, like a mast being raised under his shorts in the realization of what he had just won. "I'll take your thong now," he said, as the stunned crowd watched in suspense.

Danni looked around in awkward discomfort. She never imagined she would lose, and that it would come to this. A rush came over her from a mixture of emotions. The thought of stripping completely in front of the watching crowd, let alone having to walk the distance of the tennis courts, and then through the clubhouse paralyzed her. At the same time, something deep in her felt strangely aroused at the exhibitionism. She and Sam had always played daringly in college, but it was almost always in the privacy of their apartment. She had also enjoyed their games of submission in school, but that too was always in the confines of their apartment. She was the one who came up with the idea of taking their sex life to a new level a couple weeks before in the French restaurant. She loved taking full advantage of Sam when she won the first wager; she was sure she would win this one too. "Oh Sam, please," she said, as she met him at the net. "Don't make me do this with all these people watching."

"This was your idea," he said, surprised. "If I lost, I have no doubt you'd have my shorts and enjoy watching me walk through the club completely naked."

"I'm not going to deny that," she admitted. "But please, don't make me. Everyone in there knows me," she added. "They'll ..."

"You should have thought of that before you challenged me," he said, not letting her off easily.

"Please Sam, I'll do anything," she pleaded again.

"You already will," he answered. "I just won. You said whom ever wins will own the other the moment the match is over. Complete submission with no limits," he reminded.

"Oh gawd, Sam, I know. But, please. I have a reputation to keep," she begged.

"I think you're about to take that to a whole new level," he said. "Why should I?" he asked.

"Please Sam. I'll give you another day of my complete submission," she blurted desperately. "I'll do anything you ask, no limits for an additional day if you let me walk out of here with my clothes on."

"I don't know," Sam said. "There is something satisfying about the idea of watching you walk through the crowded clubhouse without anything on, letting people see you as my submissive slave," he toyed.

"Take it off!" Carl yelled from the side.

"Please, Sam," she begged.

"I'll let you keep your thong on for another day of submission," he offered kindly.

"I might as well be naked," she pleaded. "Please let me get dressed, and I'll give you another day, no limits," she repeated.

"I thought I was being generous letting you keep your thong," he teased.

"Just ten minutes," she begged. "Let me have my clothes just long enough to get to the car, and you get me for a whole additional day," she negotiated. 'That's a good deal."

"You say that now, but what if you back out on Monday? What if I ask you to do something and you hesitate; or Monday comes and you renege?"

"I give you my word," she said. "I swear Sam. If I so much as hesitate to do anything sexual that you ask during the weekend, I'll give you another day of my complete submission," she blurted in desperation. Danielle couldn't believe she just risked another day of subservience, but also knew that if Sam would let her leave the club with some dignity, there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him when they got home.

Sam seized the opportunity to take advantage of her desperation. "Not good enough," he replied. "Any time you even hesitate to do something I ask, then the number of days of your submission should grow exponentially," he countered.

"What do you mean," she asked.

"We just multiply the number of days you owe me with the next number. We start with one, so it would be one times two is two; two times three is six, six times four and so on."

"Damn," she said. "That's not fair. You're trying to take advantage of me." She smiled at him knowing Sam was playing hardball, but also strangely felt her pussy tingle at the thought of her extended submission to him.

"I'm just trying to find a way to give you what you want," he said. "But it's going to cost you. As you said, there's no such thing as fair when there are no limits."

"Take it off Danni! Where's the show?" Carl yelled again from the side.

"OK," she said nervously, feeling the pressure.

"Good. It's a deal then. I'll give you your thong and skirt back for the ten minutes you asked for in exchange for the additional day of submission with our new exponential stipulation," he said.

"Wait. I agreed to it if I got all my clothes," Danni argued, surprised.

"That's my final offer," he said playfully unmoved. "You asked for a deal. You have ten seconds to decide. You have two options. You strip everything off and begin your weekend of complete submission right now in front of Carl and his friends. It will begin by you walking over and personally thanking the gallery of men for their support by sitting on each of their laps. Whatever happens after that is up to them. Then you'll walk with me into the clubhouse, stopping for drinks and visiting people until I am ready to go. Who knows what else I might ask you to do while we are in there. As we've agreed, there are no limits when your submission starts."

Danielle shuddered; cold chills covered her body. "You wouldn't do that."

Sam continued. "Absolutely I will, but because I'm such a nice guy, option two lets you have your thong and skirt for ten minutes before your weekend of submission begins, as you've asked, so you can hurry back to the car to save your valuable reputation in the clubhouse. In exchange, you promise a bonus day of your complete unlimited sexual submission. At the end of the ten minutes, everything comes off and your total submission begins with no more negotiations. If you hesitate in any sexual submission for any reason, then you agree that the number of bonus days you owe me will grow exponentially- no matter what."

"Damn," Danielle said, thinking through the ultimatum. Her pride and vanity was going to be costly; but his threat of sexually thanking the men before having to stop for drinks completely naked in the clubhouse was ruthless. She also knew Sam wasn't bluffing about whatever else he might have her do for him sexually while everyone was watching. She would do the same thing to him if the tables were turned.

"Nine, eight, seven," Sam said, counting down out loud.

"Okay, okay," she said. "You've got your bonus day."

"With the stipulation," he said. "You promise."

"Yes, I promise," she said, hoping she wouldn't regret it. "I always keep my word. Of course, I'm not worried because there isn't anything you ask that I won't do," she added with a wink.

Sam tossed Danielle's skirt at her and looked at his watch. "Good. Your ten minutes begins now," he said looking at the clock on his iPhone. "Once you get to the car, everything comes off and our long weekend begins."

Danielle gratefully pulled her tiny skirt up her long sweaty legs. Disappointed groans came from Carl and his friends. Sam and Danielle had picked one of the backcourts, which meant it would take her some time to get through the maze, into the clubhouse, and through it to the parking lot. She knew she would need every one of the ten minutes. She threw her tennis racquet into its case and raised it up to cover her bare chest.

"Sorry gentlemen," Sam apologized to the men, seeing their disappointment as Danni began her escape. "Hope you enjoyed what you got to see." Danielle snickered, relishing the consolation of their disappointment, not getting to ogle everything they hoped at her expense.

"Let me make it up to you," Sam said to the men to Danielle's surprise. "Why don't you come over for a game of cards tomorrow night? I promise you won't be disappointed by what you'll be playing for."

"Damn," Danielle thought to herself, remembering Sam's impressive performance throughout her insatiable girl party two weeks before. Carl's wife Stacy was still talking about Sam's ability to serve and pleasure all those women all night long. Danielle wasn't surprised Sam was already planning his reciprocation. She had no idea. Truthfully, the thought of her weekend of submission to Sam made her hot. There wasn't anything she wasn't prepared to do for him, especially with the gratitude she felt for allowing her to escape with her pride. She didn't know if she would have done the same for him. It also made her look forward to the next opportunity she could win Sam's complete submission again, imagining what she would require from him. Their sex life was taking on a new life of its own. Danielle hurried through the maze of courts and clubhouse to get to the safety of the parking lot.

Sam took his time putting his shirt and shorts back on, and collecting his tennis balls as the small crowd dispersed. His leisurely pace kept Danielle stranded next to their car in the parking lot for several minutes. She regretted leaving her keys at home since Sam drove. She tried to look nonchalant without her top in the parking lot as other members of the club walked past her, whispering to each other. Danni blushed.

Friday Evening

As she waited, she couldn't help reflecting on how the tennis match went differently than she anticipated, and now the extra day of submission she committed to. She wondered about the weekend ahead. A sultry smile came across her face at the memories of their college days when she and Sam experimented for entire weekends with submission and light bondage holed up in their apartment. The only difference now was she hadn't used any caution or restraint during Sam's earlier submission to her like they had in college. There really were no limits, and she wondered what that would mean for her over the next few days. Her pussy tingled again at the thought of giving herself completely to Sam's fantasies and demands.

Danni had been waiting at the car almost 20 minutes since she had darted from her loss at the tennis court. She wondered what was taking him so long. She finally saw Sam emerge from the club with a drink in his hand, leisurely walking toward her with a broad satisfied smile.

"Thank you Sam for letting me put my skirt back on," she said, as Sam approached, relieved to have preserved some of her dignity. She knew he could have taken ruthless advantage of her exposure in the crowded posh club. Her friendships and reputation would never have been the same.

"You will," he said with a smile.

"The thought of it makes me hot," she confessed. "I was just reminiscing about our weekends in college," she added.

Sam smiled in agreement. "Based on what you did to me two weeks ago, and what I have planned for you, this will be even better," he said.

Danni gave him a passionate kiss, wrapping her arms around his body to hold him close, pressing her naked tits against his chest.

"Thank you," he said before asking, "Do you know what time it is?" Danni wondered why he was asking. Sam's win made it so time no longer mattered for the weekend. She belonged to him no matter what time it was. Sam held up his iPhone with the time displayed across the front. "We left the tennis court over 20 minutes ago," he observed.

"Yeah, I've been waiting quite a while out here for you," she said. "I wondered what was taking you so long."

Sam smiled. "Waiting with your skirt and thong still on," he pointed out.

Danielle suddenly realized what Sam was getting at. The agreement was to have the skirt for ten minutes. "I was waiting for you," she reasoned. "I didn't have keys to get in the car."

"What does that have to do with our agreement?" he asked.

"Well, but, ..." she stammered. "I guess I just thought..."

"That you didn't have to do what we agreed to?" he interrupted, teasing playfully. "Hmmm, according to our stipulation of your complete submission you now owe me one times two, or two bonus days."

Danielle couldn't argue. It was a steep price for her carelessness. It hadn't even crossed her mind to watch the clock as she waited for Sam in the parking lot. She had begged for ten minutes, and now almost twice that amount of time had passed. "You're right," she conceded, realizing she was now in servitude to him not only for the weekend, but now into the beginning of the week.

"Do I have your complete submission?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"Then I'll take the rest of your clothing now," he said with a smile.

"Unlock the car, and I'll get in and take it all off," she promised.

"Take it off first, and then I'll unlock the car," he said.

"But Sam," she protested. "Please just let me take them off in the car where it's more private."

"Let's see," Sam interrupted. "Two times three makes six bonus days."

"Wait, Sam, that's not fair!" she protested, realizing the emptiness of her words as they left her lips.

Sam smiled. "Did you make a promise to this stipulation?" he asked. Danielle nodded sheepishly in acknowledgment. "I'll take those clothes," he repeated calmly.

Danielle started to walk around to the other side of the car to better conceal herself as she undressed.

"Right here is good," he said. "I want to enjoy watching you take them off," he said.

Danielle wanted to protest, but knew it would cost her. She walked back to stand in front of Sam. Her body turned a shade of red from embarrassment mixed with undeniable arousal from the public exposure and humiliation. Her large thick nipples gave her away as they tightened to almost an inch in front of her. She smiled at seeing how turned on Sam was by her submission and anticipated nakedness. She turned so he would get a side view as she bent over at her waist, sexily keeping her legs straight. She pushed her thumbs beneath her waistband and slowly lowered the tiny skirt and thong together over her ass and down the long poles of her legs. While bent over, she untied her tennis shoes before kicking them both off with her ankle socks. She stood completely naked in front of her master.

"Hey Sam!" came a yell from across the parking lot.

"Hi Bruce," Sam answered as he waved.

"Holy shit!" Bruce answered back, seeing Danielle completely naked in front of Sam.

Danielle blushed to deep red. "Please Sam, let's go home," she pleaded, hoping to leave before anyone else saw her.

"I don't know, you look so good, it's tempting to back inside the club to show you off."

"No! Please Sam. You wouldn't," she pleaded in shock. "That's why we came out here," she tried to argue. "We agreed..." she added in a panic, desperate to preserve her pride and reputation.

"I'll let you off this time," he said patronizingly. "But your defiance is costing you," he teased. "Six times four means 24 days of your continual submission without limits, and we haven't even left the parking lot" he said.

"You son of a bitch," she said. "You're playing me to turn me into your little sex slave," she realized out loud. She felt her pussy moisten as the words left her mouth. His insatiable desire and conniving strategy to use her made her hot. It was a far cry from where their marriage had been just a few weeks back. Their relationship and sex life had grown stale; but now, there were no limits to what he might require of her while extending her submission into the foreseeable future. All of this had been her idea; Sam was using it to take full advantage of her. Her pussy was soaked at the thought of it.

"Is that a protest?" Sam asked.

"No, just a challenge Lover Boy," she answered feistily, feeling her competitiveness rising. "You better take full advantage while you have me, because when I get my turn, you are going to ..."

"Whoa," Sam interrupted, raising his hand next to her mouth. "You're getting way ahead of yourself my little slut. If that happens, it's at least a month away," he teased endearingly. "Now, since I have a drink in my hand, you're driving," he said.