THE CASINO
by Master Ivan
Chapter 1
Bill and Margo Demling were bored. Both worked and were quite successful. Bill owned and managed a high-tech design firm, while Margo ran a modeling agency. But their time together was limited.
What vacation time they shared, they used to travel extensively. Skiing, boating, camping, even mountain climbing, they loved the outdoors. And with hotels, restaurants, shows and concerts, they did right by indoor diversions as well.
"Bill, we've got a month to decide, and we'll need much of that to make reservations. We've got to come up with some new ideas!"
"I suggested before about seeing the Robinsons again in L.A., and you still haven't answered me."
"But Bill, I'm sick of them. Just because they play with leather, they think they're the cutting edge of the sexual revolution and let everyone know it. But they're more worried about their rugs than orgasms, and they faint at the sight of a welt!"
"True, Margo. Ha, I still remember why they like leather—they're so bad with knots they couldn't even tie their own shoes!"
"What about New York?"
"No, I'm sick of it. Too much traffic, and you need a bullet-proof vest to walk two blocks."
"True. And with the cab drivers, I'd feel safer handcuffed naked to a tree in Central Park."
"Keep talking that way and you'll get yourself in a fix here and now!"
Smiling, she answered, "But maybe I'd enjoy fixing you instead."
"Perhaps you're in the mood for a bit of Gin Rummy?"
"Usual stakes?"
"As always."
"You're on!"
"And you're in trouble!"
"Deal the cards, Bill."
The usual stakes on a five hundred point game included one stroke with a riding crop for every five points in the margin of victory; in addition, the loser would have a butt-plug and chastity belt locked in place overnight, have their hands handcuffed and give head to the winner on demand for the entire evening.
Some minutes into the fifth hand, Margo inquired, "What about that South American guy you ran into last week?"
"What about him?"
"Didn't he mention something about some resort or casino or something?"
"Yes, but I don't know much about it. Its supposed to be very exclusive."
"I love casinos. Couldn't you ask him more about it?"
"If you can't concentrate on your cards here, how do you expect to win in a casino?"
"Don't give me that, Bill. I hold my own."
"Not tonight, you don't. Gin!"
"You bastard!"
His hand totalled nearly one hundred and fifty points, putting him well over five hundred. He won with a margin of one hundred and twenty points.
"Lets get you fixed. You've got exactly two dozen with the crop coming, and I want to see your ass. Now!"
Red faced, she quickly put her clothes aside. Bill instantly produced her chastity belt, a large butt-plug and some lubricant. "Oh, please Bill, not the big one…"
"Bend over! Its time you got some of your bitchiness back where it might do you some good!"
She knelt and bent over, putting her face to the floor, her hands crossed at the small of her back and her knees spread wide. He handcuffed her hands behind her then started applying the lubricant.
"Please, Bill, I'm so horny! Couldn't you fuck me once quickly, before you lock things up? I need it, bad."
"But Margo, didn't I hear you say, quite distinctly, that you could hold your own?"
"Yes Bill…"
"And doesn't that include paying up when you lose?"
He was adamant, and would show no mercy. She knew it. She also knew what was coming, and shuddered, thinking about it.
"You won, Bill. Get it over with."
He pushed the large plug all the way up Margo's ass in one hard stroke, evoking a loud gasp from her. Aroused, her pussy was wide open and visibly wet, almost begging him for what she knew would be denied tonight.
The belt was applied, tightened firmly, and locked.
"Oh, Bill, I need you so bad!"
"If you had won, would you now be showing any mercy? Wouldn't I be in your place, naked, cuffed, plugged, with my cock locked in a cage?"
"I suppose so... "
"Then take your medicine!"
The first stroke of the crop landed with a loud whack, bringing forth a pained moan from Margo. Several more strokes followed in quick succession.
"Please, Bill—it hurts."
"I'm sure you'll remember the pain next time we play, and watch your cards much more carefully!"
"Oh God… Aaargh!"
Her corporal punishment continued, without respite, for the full two dozen. Bill had barely broken a sweat, as he enjoyed the quivering, now welted and plugged, form of his wife's ass. She shuddered, both in pain and arousal, drenched in sweat.
"On your knees, cunt!"
She obeyed, pained, feeling the plug in her ass with every motion. As she knelt, awaiting her fate, Bill selected a bondage tape from a shelf and started up the VCR. He then took her by her hair and pulled her, on her knees, to the front of his favorite easy chair.
He withdrew his fully erect cock, now inches from her face.
On the TV screen, a naked female was being hoisted from the floor by her wrists, as one of several men approached her with a whip.
"Who won the game, cunt?"
"You did, this time."
Taking her by the hair, he said, "Still a mouthy bitch, aren't you?"
"Yes, Bill." She was beginning to realize he meant business.
Still holding her hair tightly, he slapped her face, and said, "Yes, what?"
"Yes, Master."
"Better. Now, see if you can do something useful with that mouth." With that, he pulled her face onto his cock, using her hair as a painful leash to control her movements.
On the screen, the female victim was hoisted high, hanging by her arms. Her legs were tied far apart. One hood sat on a ladder, forcing his cock down her throat. Number two was working over her tits with gloves equipped with needlepoints. Number three was using a cat-o-nine tails on her spread-open pussy.
Bill looked down at his wife, whose throat he was fucking. "So, still think you could hold your own in a casino?" Margo nodded.
"Even with these stakes, or worse, in public?"
She hesitated, but again nodded.
"Perhaps we may find out…"
He did not warn her when he came; he just exploded into her mouth. She swallowed most of his load, but a few drops leaked from her lips, landing on her erect nipple. Bill wiped it up with his finger, bringing forth a moan from the suffering Margo. Presenting the finger to her mouth, he said, "It seems that you did not quite hold all of your own, cunt."
Saying nothing, she licked his finger clean. The girl on the TV screen was now suspended upside-down while hood number two fucked her mouth and number three used a double-dildo on her ass and cunt. Number one was now lashing her back with the cat.
The living-room clock read only 8 PM.
Bill looked at the stack of tapes he had available, then at the face of his enslaved wife, still kneeling before him, then at his rapidly reviving cock. Margo still whimpered in her frustration, the chastity belt still holding her butt-plug deep in her ass, her hands still locked behind her. It would be a long, long night.
He pulled her mouth onto his cock again and started working towards his second orgasm. He fantasized the scene being repeated in the Casino, his wife bound in place and a line of men forming behind him. He began to smile.
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