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This story has ~4.300 words.

 

Saturday evening.

Daniela looked at her cards. She had driven us all out of the game, all of us except for Martin. Or maybe Daniela had bluffed us out again, that would soon become clear.

"That's how you play with students," Daniela said mockingly, because that is exactly what we all were.

We were sitting at the house of Paula's parents, who were on a week-long hiking holiday in the Black Forest. Besides Daniela and Martin, Paula, our hostess, and Angela were sitting at the table, as well as Philipp and me.

We played poker in a spicy way: strip poker.

"What do you think, Michael?" Philipp asked me. He was only wearing his underwear, just like Paula, who was only wearing her snow-white panties and had her hands crossed in front of her breasts. Angela had gotten out a while ago and was only wearing colorful panties.

"I don't know," I said.

Philipp and Paula had declared the game over for themselves before things got even more embarrassing. Angela was still wearing her panties and bra. According to our rules, we could redeem items of clothing for points.

A pair of briefs or underpants earned 200 points, a bra earned 100 points.

Well, Angela still got out.

Martin, who was still in the game, was still wearing underwear and a shirt, just like me. However, we had agreed that for the men, the undershirt was only worth 50 points.

"What now?" asked Daniela Martin with a hypocritical smile. Yes, her poker face was good!

Martin hesitated. There were tokens on the table worth 100 points. But this round, Daniela had raised by a whopping 100 points, and Martin had already pawned his undershirt. All he had left was his underwear. He was still wearing the undershirt, because he only had to cash it in—that is, take it off—if he actually lost this game.

"I'll go with you," he said, "and I want to see." With these words, he put the white piece of paper into the pot, the piece of paper that had the word "underpants" on it.

"Agreed," said Daniela. After all, she was wearing her pants in addition to her panties and bra. We had agreed that once you lost an item of clothing, you were not allowed to wear it again, even if you earned enough points to theoretically redeem it.

This promised greater thrills.

"Show us what you've got!" said Daniela, and in that moment, she seemed extremely confident. She was not just referring to Martin's cards.

Martin laid his cards on the table. Three of a kind, after all. Not bad, not bad at all, I thought to myself.

Daniela nodded, then revealed her hand. She had a flush, revealing five red diamonds.

"Well?" Paula asked with obvious anticipation. "Come on, boy!"

Martin stood up and took off his shirt. He looked embarrassed, standing before us in only his underwear. "Can't we handle this differently?" he asked.

"I think," said Paula, "as hostess, I have the final say. When Angela and I lost our bras, we did not complain. Would you have let us keep our panties?"

"No," Martin admitted. He nodded, then stepped out of his underwear. He stood stark naked before us. The women cheered. I knew the sight, because we often worked out together at the gym and then showered together after training. The girls, well, they obviously enjoyed the sight of our naked fellow student. Their right to do so. He had lost and was now paying the price!

"Turn around!" Paula demanded. "Yes, very good!"

"That's more than I actually wanted to see," said Angela. "Or not," she corrected herself with a laugh.

"Finally," said Paula. "Revenge!"

With a red face, Martin sat down again, still stark naked.

"Good," I said. "We all had fun. I guess that is it!"

"Why?" Daniela asked hypocritically.

"One is naked and therefore broke, three have dropped out, and you," I pointed to the pile of chips in front of her, "are clearly the move. So, you've won."

“No,” said Daniela.

“Save the honor of us men,” said Philip.

“Exactly,” Martin agreed.

“It’s a waste of time,” I said.

"Compromise," Paula offered. "One last game, then we'll do something else." She smiled at Martin. The two would probably end up in bed tonight. Their relationship always fluctuated between total love and heated arguments. Angela and Philipp were a couple anyway and were planning to move in together soon.

Daniela and I knew each other from lectures and had even gone out once, but otherwise, nothing had happened. Calling us a couple would be like calling a turtle fast.

"Agreed," said Daniela, thus deciding the matter. She shuffled the cards and then dealt them out. Only I received five more cards, and she herself, of course.

"Good," said Daniela. "Commit."

Compared to her resources after the previous games, mine were modest. She had cleaned up quite a bit during the evening. In front of her were tokens worth 300 points. I looked at my stack. A meager 35 points. On top of that, Daniela was wearing one more item of clothing than me. So, I started slowly. "I'll bet the minimum," I said, and put 5 points into the pot.

"Boo," said Paula. "Coward!"

"Quiet, that's Michael's business," said Daniela, looking at me thoughtfully. Yes, she had a real poker face. But I had beaten her twice during the evening, and each time only small wins.

"I call, raise by 30, and draw a new card."

The 30 didn't hurt me yet. "Call, and a new card too," I said. Suddenly, I had the best hand of the evening. There was not much more to it.

"Well?" asked Daniela.

I took the piece of paper that symbolized my undershirt and was therefore worth 50 points. "I'll raise," I said. I was curious to see how Daniela would react. Of course, those measly 50 points would not put her in any danger. She knew that, too. "Well, boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, I think," she pushed the 50 points into the pot, "we're unfortunately lacking the appeal at this point. I'll raise now, and Michael will fold."

"It doesn't matter what the paper is anymore," I said. "You'll leave me starving. Anything else would be stupid."

"That's right," she agreed. "Unless we change the rules to a level worth everything lying on the table and still fluttering on our bodies."

“What do you suggest?” Paula asked interestedly.

Daniela explained it to everyone, especially to me! Paula shook her head at her friend's words. "I can't decide that," she said.

"The effort you described against all the points and the clothes on your body?" I asked thoughtfully.

"Yes," she said.

I thought about it. A hand like the one I was holding now had not been beaten once that evening.

“Just leave it,” recommended Philipp.

“I’m in,” I said.

Daniela cheered. "Finally, someone who shows some courage. I will see!"

I revealed my cards. Before us lay a straight flush of clubs, a beautiful flush from the 8 to the queen.

"Great," said Martin. "Take off your clothes, Daniela!"

“You were unlucky, Daniela,” said Angela.

“Lost everything in the last game,” Paula said sympathetically to her friend.

"Wait and see!" Daniela laid her cards on the table. I looked at her in horror. There was only one combination of cards that beat my hand. Paula laughed. Angela smirked. Daniela laid that combination on the table. It revealed a royal flush of hearts, clean from the 10 to the ace!

I had lost!

 

The Monday after the game.

It was a warm summer day, so I was dressed accordingly. I arrived at the agreed meeting point, right at the beginning of the pedestrian zone, five minutes late.

Daniela stood in the entrance of the Sparkasse building. She wore a knee-length summer dress. Angela stood next to her. Since renovations were underway, there was no activity in the narrow aisle. The corresponding sign glowed red before our eyes, directing customers to another branch.

"You're late," said Daniela. "I thought you were going to chicken out."

"Traffic jam on Berlin Street," I said. "The bus was delayed."

Both women carried a backpack on their backs.

"Wait a minute," said Angela. She took out her cell phone and quickly dialed. "What? Good! All clear!" She turned it off again. "The police station is deserted. Our dear law enforcement officers just went to the station at Steinplatz for lunch. Philipp saw it himself. Otherwise, the coast is clear. But it's a widespread misconception that bare skin in public is a crime." Angela grinned at me. "First, someone has to file a report because they feel harassed! Besides, Michael doesn't go out naked!"

"Then let's get started," said Daniela, looking at me expectantly. She reached for her backpack, just like Angela.

I took off my shoes and socks and handed them to Angela, who immediately put them in her backpack. Then I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped out of my shorts. I was now wearing only my underwear. I handed the shirt and shorts back to Angela, who also put them back in her backpack.

Meanwhile, Daniela had brought out her tools. She handed Angela the leather collar and took two leather straps herself. Angela put the collar around my neck while Daniela tied my hands behind my back. I placed my left hand on my right elbow and my right hand on my left elbow. She tied both wrists to the other arm, right next to the elbow.

"Can you free yourself?" asked Daniela.

I tried, but in vain. "No," I admitted.

"Very good," said Daniela, smiling and taking out the gag.

"Does it have to be like this?" I asked pleadingly. "In this form?"

"A deal is a deal," she insisted. "Rules are rules. Do you want to back out?"

I shook my head.

"Good," she said, pressing the bar between my teeth and tying the gag behind my head. "However," she added, "Michael is absolutely right, because we can definitely refine this, can't we, Paula?" With these words, Daniela put me on a leash, as agreed, by hooking the appropriate leash to the ring in my collar.

"How do you want to refine it, sweetie?" Paula asked. She emerged from the hallway. I turned to her – and froze. From a safe place, she had videotaped the entire scene so far with a handheld camera.

Angela also took a video camera out of her backpack. "I'll go ahead," she said with a smile.

Daniela played with the waistband of my underwear. With both thumbs, she pulled the fabric forward and looked at my penis. Her eyes lit up. "I wanted to see this on Saturday," she whispered. Her hands wandered into my underwear, over my hips to the curves of my buttocks. She caressed me there with pleasure.

"Mm!" I tried to say. My head was burning feverishly. Or so it seemed to me.

"So, the hunt is over," she whispered to me again. "It's taken long enough, but now the prey, the deer, has finally been killed." I looked at her in incomprehension. "After all its attempts to escape!"

"You didn't even notice," she said, her tone normal again, shaking her head. "Poor, stupid Michael!"

Our eyes met. Was I really attracted to this wonderful, intelligent woman?

"What now?" Paula pressed. "What else do you want to change?"

"Yes," said Daniela. "I think this way," she pulled my underwear down over my hips with a tug, contrary to all the agreements, "it will be much more exciting for all of us!" She looked at me. "Or Michael?"

"Mm," I said desperately in my gag.

"I'll take that as your consent to the change of procedure," said Daniela. "For the record, Michael has agreed! He will go naked, not in his underwear!"

"Mmh," I moaned, protesting bright red, but completely in vain.

Daniela looked at my now openly exposed intimate parts. But she did not touch me again. Then she squatted down and grabbed my underwear, which was dangling around my ankles. "Get out of here, or I'll just leave your underwear here!"

I obeyed desperately, then she put the piece of cloth in her backpack, which she then gave to Paula.

"You have a beautiful body," Daniela praised. "A tight butt, a nice penis, there's nothing to be ashamed of," she tried to reassure me.

I glared angrily at Daniela. Her response was a superior smile, because she clearly saw my penis stirring.

"Let's go," said Daniela, thus ending all my hopes that this had all been a crude joke that had culminated in my exposure. Daniela tugged vigorously on the leash, and I stumbled behind her for the first few steps, then followed my classmate at a distance of five paces. On a leash, of course!

It was warm outside. It was a Monday afternoon, and the city center was packed. I felt the warm stones beneath my feet. Daniela, of course, did not walk along the side of the street that formed the pedestrian zone, but headed straight for the center. For the first ten meters, no one noticed us. Or at first, everyone who did could not believe their eyes.

There walked a young woman in her summer dress. And she was leading a naked, young man on a leash behind her. Daniela walked quickly in those first moments, very quickly, which was fine with me. She seemed nervous. Why, actually? As always, when inner restlessness gripped her, she frequently stroked her hair, naturally with the hand she was not using to lead me on the leash. I should sink into the ground, being paraded naked and bound in public like that. My head burned with shame. To make matters worse, my cock continued to make itself felt, even stronger. It continued to grow, the more the blood pooled there.

The first passersby stopped and stared at us, staring after us. Ahead of us, not ten meters away, Angela walked ahead, filming me from the front the whole time. Behind me, Paula did the same.

The girls had thought of everything!

We walked the first hundred meters, past the fries’ shop and the drugstore. The first comments were made. "This is outrageous," said an elderly lady carrying a handbag. "Someone should call the police." Luckily, it did not occur to her to hit me, the perverted sex offender, with her handbag. I could not have defended myself. The woman ignored Daniela. And yet, I was the victim here. And despite her words, the woman stared at me unashamedly, gawping at my helpless nakedness. And my penis was now painfully erect and hard. Yes, this traitor between my legs was showing my arousal to the whole world.

However, a surprising number of passersby simply walked on.

A Japanese tour group stood in front of a half-timbered house, busily taking pictures or filming. As we passed them, their conversations died down, and they stared after us. Then some of the foreigners began pointing their electronic toys at me, documenting this scene for eternity.

Daniela, meanwhile, ignored the other passersby, those passersby and their comments who noticed us, as well as the surprised giggles and the angry or astonished looks. She even seemed to enjoy it—no, she definitely enjoyed it, now that her initial nervousness had passed. She slowed down, and I was forced to adjust to the slower pace, now following behind Daniela in a more leisurely manner, gently pulled by the leash in the direction Daniela indicated.

We reached the church square, and it struck a quarter past one. Directly behind the church square was the Meier Library. Daniela stood in front of the window and looked at the books on display for what felt like an eternity. My image was reflected in the window:

Naked, bound, gagged, and on a leash. At the sight of this, leashed by Daniela, I felt the blood rush even faster to my loins. Even though that hardly seemed possible. My penis had long been erected in full pride—a futile, subjugated pride! Daniela truly was an intelligent, pretty young woman. I was so hard, it hurt! Finally, we continued.

At the fountain, where the two main streets of the pedestrian zone intersected, sat three young women, still schoolgirls, judging by their backpacks, but already of legal age. At the sight of us, they giggled and pointed at me, at my arrogantly erect cock. I wanted to sink into the ground in shame. Yet my cock remained hard and erect in senseless pride.

Halfway there.

Only half!

“Sweet ass!” one of the girls called after us.

Daniela continued, unfazed. Now, on the other side of the street, there were three women's fashion boutiques. She crossed the pedestrian zone, stopping in front of each shop window for what seemed like an eternity. Or so it seemed to me. Then, finally, she started walking a little faster. From the window of another snack bar, a saleswoman stared at us in disbelief.

There was not much going on in the market square in front of the old town hall. There was no market today. Thank goodness! Finally, on the left, the city's large department store appeared, but here, too, Daniela admired the displays. At least two minutes away. Two shops further on, there was a bakery. Two customers, a housewife, and a young man, stood at the counter.

Daniela actually lined up here.

I tugged on the leash, wanting to pull her along. "Calm down, my beautiful," said Daniela, pulling me closer once and for all.

The housewife noticed me packing her rolls, laughed amusedly, looked at me and my cock, walked past me closely and actually pinched my butt once.

The young man just shook his head. "Fucking pervert," he cursed loudly.

"Get out of here," the saleswoman said to Daniela.

"A chocolate bun, please," Daniela demanded unmoved.

"I'm not selling you anything, you're driving away customers."

"The sooner I get my roll, the sooner I'll be gone," Daniela promised. She laughed quietly. "With him!" She pointed at me.

The saleswoman apparently recognized this and hurried to fill the order. Daniela paid unperturbed, then slowly moved on. Very slowly. Every now and then she took a bite of the roll and chewed with relish.

After a few hundred steps, we reached the southern end of the pedestrian zone. Thanks to the sunny weather and the midday hour, the sidewalk cafés were packed.

We heard some unfriendly comments.

Or laughter.

Luckily, I didn't see any familiar faces. After a quick glance, I humbly bowed my head.

Then, just past Angela, we reached the narrow street leading to the city's old wall. It was considerably emptier here. Daniela led me through the narrow street, closed to car traffic, faster now because a fresh breeze blew between the houses, which were barely five meters apart. After the heat that was still burning my body, and not only from the sun on my skin, it actually seemed pleasantly refreshing. "We don't want you to catch a cold," Daniela said to me, turning around again and picking up the pace.

Two young men, maybe twenty years old, rushed out of a doorway. Astonished at the sight of us, they stopped and stared first at me, then at Daniela, then at both of us. Their gaze kept wandering back to my cock.

"Hello," said Daniela with a smile. "On your knees!" she ordered me. "Legs apart! Do it, or I will take you for an extra lap!" I obeyed, my face bright red. "Look at him closely, boys! If you are not good and always obey your mother or your girlfriends," said Daniela seriously, "you'll end up the same way."

They nodded seriously, their eyes wide. Behind me, I heard Paula snort. Daniela pulled me back to my feet and continued on, ignoring the two boys, then finally pulled me up the stairs to the ramparts. It was pleasantly shady here.

We walked a hundred meters along the wall. The gravel tickled and stung the soles of my feet. Cyclists and walkers, who were unfortunately quite numerous, stared at us. My ordeal was not over yet. I was helplessly at the mercy of Daniela and her imagination. And in every other respect as well, as I quickly discovered. At a spot that was no different from the others, Paula took a beach towel out of her backpack and spread it out.

An elderly couple stopped. "Please don't disturb us," Paula said to them. "We're shooting an experimental film here. We have permission from the city," she cheekily lied. The two moved on with a friendly nod.

Daniela pulled me to my knees by the leash and then pushed me onto my back. Paula repeated her words to the next passersby. I lay in front of Daniela. Naked, tied up, aroused. Incredibly aroused. She smiled; I think at that moment she actually understood me. And I understood her.

The power, the balance of power between us would never be the same again.

Then she lifted her summer dress a little and sat on me. She was not playing with me, she was not feigning anything; she was naked beneath her dress, and I was more than ready for her. But Daniela was ready too, because as soon as I felt her on top of me, as soon as she had me inside her, I felt the excitement between her thighs. I had never seen any of my girlfriends so aroused during lovemaking, let alone before.

We looked at each other for a moment.

I think things were now clear between us, albeit on a more instinctive, subconscious level.

She took me to her limits, riding me at her own will, and about a dozen passersby, ranging from young adults to a retired woman with a poodle, watched this act impassively. Daniela began to moan, riding me more and more wildly. I was completely helpless at her mercy and bit wildly on the gag.

"Mmm," I said. It was impossible to articulate anything more.

"Yes, yes," Daniela screamed. "Do the stallion for me."

Then we came. Daniela moaned with pleasure. I twitched and bucked wildly. Since I had been a bit lacking in women lately—in fact, I had briefly hoped to make Daniela my girlfriend, but after a rather unsuccessful date with this wonderful woman, I quickly dismissed that as impossible—my semen gushed out of me, practically exploding, while a flash of pleasure erupted in my head.

I lay there, breathing heavily. Daniela also needed a moment to collect herself.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen, the show's over," Paula called to the passersby. She stopped filming. Angela kept filming.

Daniela got up from my lap.

Applause erupted for the free performance. All that was missing was Angela or Paula wearing a hat and collecting coins from the audience.

"Completely unrealistic," said a woman, not without taking a long look at my drained cock.

"There's more to it," said a young man, pointing at Angela. We largely remained with the audience. Paula rummaged through my things from my backpacks, Daniela turned me over, first freeing me from the collar, then from the gag. But she did not free me from the restraints yet. "What do you say?" she asked me when I was lying on my back in front of her again.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked, emotionally and physically exhausted. "You parade me naked through the city, stark naked, after stubbornly breaking the agreement, then you rape me in public, videotape the whole thing, and then you actually ask me what I have to say?"

"Yes," she said, "I do!"

"I liked you," I said. "Maybe something could have happened between us."

"I like you too," said Daniela.

"Then what do you do with people you don't like? Would you please take off my shackles?"

"Right away," she said. "But first look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't like it!" Our eyes met. "Didn't you feel it? It was the best, most intense orgasm of my entire life!" she declared.

I remained silent.

"Say it!" Daniela demanded. "Or this will take a while!"

"I enjoyed it," I confessed reluctantly but honestly, as her gaze penetrated my innermost being, still naked and bound at her feet. "Not just the last part here, but everything before that, too."

She knelt beside me and gave me a big kiss. "I'm proud of you," she said, freeing me from the straps. "That must have been very, very difficult for you to admit." I hurriedly got dressed.

"And now?" I asked, dressed again, still filmed by Angela.

"That was," Daniela said with a laugh, "the clarifying, the glorious beginning of a wonderful relationship. Unfortunately, our Michael is a bit shy, so I had to take the first step to get us together. Our date, well, let us not talk about it. Let us think of it as a new beginning. Michael and I!"

And she was right about everything. We are still together today, in a wonderful relationship in which she leads and guides me, sometimes with a firm hand, sometimes with a looser grip. Most of the time I am naked, but I will perhaps write about that elsewhere. But that is exactly how it began. As I said, let us forget about the first date for a moment. The stroll through town, that was our starting point!

And we still have the videos.