The Dreaded Dice.
He had been looking forward to watching the F.A. cup final for weeks. All he wanted to do was listen to the pre-match build up but she would not stop rabbiting on about knitting and babies and stuff. :banghead
“Go and get the dice.” he growled.
For the first time in an hour she was silent, mouth hanging open. :oh Knowing her fate would be worse if she hesitated any longer, she hurried to the chest of drawers to retrieve the four coloured dice.
On her return he announced;
“Black die first to determine your attire. 1, you will be naked, 2, you will be in High heels and lingerie, 3, French maids outfit, 4, harem girl, 5, nurse, and 6, bridal gown. Now roll.”
She picked up the die and rolled…
“You have ten minutes, you’d better be ready.”
She scuttled upstairs to prepare herself. Her outfit was entirely black satin. Suspender belt, panties, supporting basque, then silk stockings and finally the shiny black 3 inch heels. She laid a plethora of bondage articles out on the floor and awited his arrival. Moments later he entered the bedroom.
” Green die next, lets see how you are going to be tied. 1, hogtie, 2, spread-eagle, 3, chair, 4, hanging from ceiling hook, 5, tied to the post, 6 ball tie, what are you waiting for? ROLL!”
Nervously she rolled the green die…
He picked up several lengths of white nylon rope as he led her to the verticle post that served as a ceiling support. Her arms were pulled behind her and around the post. Wrists were tied together, palms facing and tightly cinched, as were her elbows. He moved down to her ankles and repeated the process, making sure the rope not only went arond her ankles and the post but between her heels and knotted on top of her feet.
More rope was added below and above her knees. Around her waist, and above and below her breasts. He stepped back to admire his work noticing how nice the white ropes looked offset against her black lingerie.
“Let’s see how you’re gonna be gagged,” he said. “Blue die, 1 or 2, cleave gag, 3 or 4, bit gag, 5 or 6, ball gag.”
He walked behind her and placed the die in her bound hands holding a silver tray for her to drop the die into. It landed with a metallic clatter and he brought it around to her front so she could see her verbal fate. Eager that she would see that he wasn’t cheating.
She looked very nervous as he approached with the red rubber harness ball gag.
“Open wide.”
She closed her eyes as he gently eased the ball into her perfect mouth, sighing gently as she realised how wide her jaws were being stretched. He buckled the strap tightly behind her head and the other strap underneath her lower jaw. He did not yet buckle the over head strap but let it hang down for the time being.
“And finally lets find out the length of your sentence. 1 is one hour, but the footballs going to go on for at least two so we’ll pretend that 1 doesn’t exist, ok?
Her eyes told him that she was not in total agreement with this reasoning but was not going to be able to do much about it.
:oops
” So 2 is 2 hours, 3 is 3 hours etcetera.”
He moved behind again with the tray passing her the red die as he did. Again it nosily clattered onto the tray and he brought the tray up under her nose so she could see the result.
“Marvellous, looks like I’ll have time for a few beers after the game as well.”
He strapped the black leather blindfold around her eyes and finally brought the head strap of her harness gag over her head and buckled it up tight.
“Maybe that will teach you not to witter on about babies and knitting when I’m trying to watch the footie. See you later.”
He returned the set of specially weighted dice to the chest of drawers as he left.

P.S. Sorry if this seems a bit of a melodramitic way of posting a poll, but I enjoy writing and got a bit carried away.

P.P.S. Spurs beat Arsenal 8 – 0 in the final.

P.P.s. Well this is fantasy isn’t it!!!