The Game
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“Oh Lord, why today, its gaming night tonight. Oh Lord, holy shit.
I forgot, today is the final on TV. USA against Germany. The world championship final.
Shit!”, runs through my brain in this second.
“Oh, she's sexy in that clothes.”, my thoughts found out, while she climbed my neck, when I was entering the flour at home.
Golden high heels, high as the heaven, under her feet.
Red stockings with seams and black PVC-toppings on her legs.
White PVC-mini-skirt, red shirt out of latex, a blue PVC-jacket with white stars on it.
On her hands she had one yellow and one red mitten out of latex.
“You look fabulous, darling!”, said I.
“Is she kidding?”, thought I.
A very good dinner took longer than thought, because of all that kissing and stroking between us.
When my hands came near her pelvis, I got a very hard slap with her yellow mittened hand in my face.
I didn't want to get a “red card” after that.
Then we left the kitchen and entered the living-room.
The TV was behind the two locked doors of the closet.
The table before the couch out of leather, with the protective cover out of see through PVC on it, was emptied.
Only two dices where on that table.
On each side of the dices were written instructions to follow after the dices were rolled out.
First round: She has to do what the dices instructed to me.
“Tickle the neck!”, the dices instructed.
I was shacking under her latex clad fingernails and fingertips, giggled like a schoolboy while told a filthy joke.
“Touch what you like!”, was the next instruction.
My trousers and pants were ripped in parts in a second and now you can guess, what was in her hands next.
“Kneading the nipples”, the dices said.
My shirt lost the buttons in no time and was on my wrists a second later.
My nipples were very sensitive today, something very unusual for a man.
“Kiss the lips!”, was the next instruction and she did a lot.
“Kiss the neck!”, and she did.
I'm very ticklish there as told before, much more sensitive than on my nipples.
Her five throws were over.
Now it was my turn to throw the dices.
Round two started with touching her neck.
With my fingertips I got her hair in the neck going up, so that they were as long as her eyelashes.
Next I had to kiss her ears and I sucked her earlobes.
She twitched and laughed her lungs out of her body.
That was her part of her body that was very ticklish.
Next instruction was to lick her nipples, so she had to strip out of her PVC-jacket and her latex-shirt.
She had no bra on and I had suspected that.
My tongue massaged her icing on the cake with the cherry on top, her very puffy nipples.
Than my range of duty was extended.
Now I had to lick her entire breasts.
Exhausting, but bloody marvellous.
After that I had to pinch her nipples.
My tongue was lucky about this break, my fingers were pleased, but she was groaning aroused.
So it takes throw after throw with the dices and after round four her PVC-skirt was falling down to earth.
“What? …
Oh no! …
Not now! Not today!...
Damned!”, I thought.
She had her chastity belt on.
“Shit!”, I thought and my prick was puffed out in the air.
“Where is the key, Darling?”, I asked her, with my eyes on the tiny wholes in the sieve in the second plate from the chastity belt over her pussy.
Now I would need a laser view to cut that thing.
“When you find out, until the final ends, than you can have the key for ever!”, she challenged me.
Just like the CIA I searched through every room in the house, leaving a hell of a mess behind me.
Now it would be half time break in the final.
I had found nothing.
Ten minutes till the end of the final, not a scrap.
Three minutes left, I found a bill for a registered letter with a return receipt
She had send the keys to her chastity belt with the mail to our address.
Now I had her.
In 2 days I would get the keys with the mail and her chastity will be mine.
Two days I would have to wait.
Two days she would have to stay in her chastity belt.
We kissed and caressed each other with love.
Then there was a sound from the TV-closet.
I knew that sound.
A DVD was finalised in the DVD-recorder.
She had recorded the final.
“What a lovely girl she is.”, I thought.
I kissed here very dearly.
Than I let her bring a new bottle of wine.
I unlocked the TV-closet and started the TV and the DVD.
The wine and the glasses soon were on the table.
The corkscrew she gave me soon opened the bottle.
In this moment we got 1:0 in front.
At the end we had won 3:2.
We were women soccer world champion.
The next bottle we opened was a bottle of champagne.
Before we go to bed I wanted to see the news.
“ … In the letter sorting centre in … two little peace of metal, that has been two keys to a chastity belt, known by the sign of the manufacturer, demolished a conveyor line...”, reported the announcer.
It was our letter sorting centre!!!
Was them our keys???
The Game
Re: The Game
Love your little ending. Sounds like something that would happen to me 
Re: The Game
Ein schöner Schluss - wird sie für immer im Keuschheitsgürtel bleiben?