Chapter One

Women's Volleyball Match

 

The camera panned the length of the court. On the near side, two rows of women bent forward. Their butts, in short shorts, wagged slightly. On the far side, two more rows of women stared through the net at their opponents. One in the back stood behind a white line, tossed a volleyball out in front of her, took two long strides, and leapt into the air. Her body formed a bow, as her feet moved forward. Her right fist struck the descending ball, firing a serve skimming over the net and toward the empty middle of the court. A player from the back row dove forward, landed on her knees, and got her fists-both squeezed together-under just before the ball hit the polished wood of the court. The ball popped into the air. Another player positioned herself underneath and struck the ball with the stiff, spaced apart fingers of both her hands. The ball rose, barely spinning. A third woman leapt from out of the camera's sight and struck her fist into the ball at its peak, slamming it into the open court across the net.

Two women dove and reached with fists for the ball but it landed between them. The women who won the point formed into a cluster and high-fived all around before circling and leaning in for a quick huddle. They put their arms around each other and-Alex's favorite part-each rested her hands on the butts of the women on either side.

Kimberly's foot touched Alex's cheek and turned his head, pointing his face up to hers. "Forgetting about something?"

Alex reached for Kimberly's foot and resumed massaging it. "I'm sorry, Kimberly."

"That's okay. You're not in trouble. How selfish would I have to be to punish you for a drop in attentiveness when your focus is on women's athletics? Now if you were watching men playing a sporting game and dared to neglect my feet you'd be spanked, of course, but I actually find it cute how enraptured you are by the game."

"I'm especially fascinated knowing you played."

"I wasn't tall enough, but I was a good digger. I could get on my knees faster than you even. Should we make the match interesting? If your team wins, because I saw you get excited when they just scored, I'll fuck you, twice. If my team wins, you serve a week and take a punishment, a full punishment, paddling and caning-the works."

"But my team's down a set."

"Is that how you're going to be? For these women who are out on the court sweating and diving for balls, for your entertainment?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Good. Then we're on." Kimberly touched her foot to Alex's lips, and he kissed to seal the bet.

Alex knew Kimberly didn't design the bet to be unfair. She noticed Alex had taken a rooting interest in the trailing team. They lost the first set and were down in the second, but their effort level hadn't dropped, maybe even was elevated. How could Alex not notice that and get behind them? Kimberly probably had the same instinct, to root for the team rallying to make a comeback, so she was generous to allow him to bet on the losing team. Alex had little trouble viewing it this way because he had little choice in the matter-after all, Kimberly hadn't asked which of the two teams he'd like to risk his opportunity for orgasm on. Plus, Kimberly could have assigned him a week of chastity simply at her whim, so she was favoring him to permit him to play, through the volleyball match, for a chance at being granted sex, not once but twice.

Alex returned his attention to massaging Kimberly's foot. Already, he expected to have to surrender a week of getting to come to the whim of the woman whose foot was in his hands, but he'd learned to transfer moments of disappointment like these to a heightened focus on the comfort of his mistress.

The teams were well matched. One side would execute a nice set for a teammate to spike, but the other side would dig for a save, someone would set, and the ball would cross the net again in a spike. A shot had to be placed almost perfectly at an empty spot on the floor to be a winner. Neither team had room for error which made watching the action intense, even without anything riding on the outcome. Alex emitted squeaks of excitement or sighs of concern depending on whether his team spiked a winner or missed the line by a few inches. Either reaction made Kimberly giggle. She would reach with her foot and brush a toe along his cock to remind him of the pleasure awaiting him if his team rallied back. They soon did.

They tied the match a set apiece. The women in purple and gold, Alex's team, looked poised and in control. Momentum and body language were on their side. As the game broke for commercial, they were all smiles and high-fives, while Kimberly's team appeared dejected. Alex looked back, half expecting to find Kimberly forlorn at the way the match had turned. Instead she grinned and flashed her eyebrows up at him. She hit pause on the TV, jumped up, and left the room.

Alex knelt, naked, on the floor, waiting. His cock pointed up at the screen frozen on the women of his team in a hug from the last point they won. Their hands touched the butts of the ladies adjacent to them. Kimberly shuffled about in the bedroom. The closet door opened and she rummaged around inside. She would return and hit play and they would watch the match unfold, but Alex stared at the screen and imagined that right then, in real time, the ladies were playing their hardest, either moving ahead or falling behind, again, and at stake was whether he would be permitted to come or have to serve a week without an orgasm. The pain of a full punishment in place of Kimberly taking him, twice.

Since Kimberly mentioned being a good digger, Alex had discovered a new favorite player. He had liked the tall blonde who had a great jump serve and seemed to be the player they aimed to put in position to spike whenever possible, but now the short, dark-haired woman who spent much of the game diving on the hard court, stopping spikes with her soft forearms, became the one he watched most closely. She still smiled after exchanging pats on the butt with the player on her right, but the frozen screen had captured her turning to her coach, a look of serious intent on its way to her face. The back of her hand was in mid-swipe across her sweaty forehead.

In real time, the huddles had broken and the women on both sides had retaken the court. Would his team keep the momentum or would Kimberly's team gather themselves? Alex's cock had dropped and lay between his thighs, saturated and with pre-cum and suffering from its tip. All the skill and practice and effort of the young women on his team, would it be enough?

Kimberly came down the hall. Alex was already looking up when her face appeared around the corner. Her hair was drawn back in a tight pony tail, the style of the players, the ones with long hair. She showed a sneaker around the corner, a calf clasped tight by a thin gym sock, and then a knee with a protective pad fastened around. As Alex gazed at this, mouth agape, his cock steadily climbed back into the air. Kimberly jumped into the room. She wore short black shorts and a purple and gold jersey with the number five emblazoned on the front. Her outfit resembled so closely the ones the teams wore it was almost as if one of them leapt out of the TV and into the room. She leaned her paddle and cane against the coffee table. "We might need these"-She piled two condoms on the corner of the table, just in front of where Alex knelt-"or we might need these." She climbed over him. Alex tipped his head back to watch her pass overhead and looked back at her. She picked up the remote and hit play. When Alex still stared back at her, she pointed at the screen. "Watch. You've got a lot riding on this game."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Alex's team took the court with a confident swagger. The tall blonde with the jump serve ripped off five points in a row. A couple were service winners but most of them were returned, but the women from Alex's team were a cohesive unit, one would dig the return, another would set, and a leaper would get off a well-placed spike. Kimberly's sneakers rested on his naked thighs, and Alex rubbed her calves through her thin gym socks. Her knee pads brushed his ears. Alex looked back, showing Kimberly he was pleased to see his team doing well but not gloating. She smiled. She didn't seem nearly as invested in who won. Alex supposed because she considered fucking him, at the least, a good consolation prize. Alex started imagining her riding him with the adrenalin of recalling her days as an athlete spurring her on. He wondered if she'd fuck him with her kneepads still on.

The game didn't become one-sided. Kimberly's team fought valiantly as well. Alex likely would have switched his allegiance, rooting for the new underdog to rally with a comeback, if so much wasn't riding on the outcome. His team maintained control over the deciding set, but the match was still close. A subtle shift was occurring that even the players didn't seem consciously aware of, yet Alex's team was growing less vocal and expressive, less active, and Kimberly's team seemed more confident. The score was suddenly tied. Alex looked back. Kimberly had the same look on her face. She was simply enjoying the match. Which team won didn't seem to matter much to her.

The teams traded points, but now they were past the necessary score to win the match. The next team to go ahead by two would be the winner. Alex's team made a perfect set; the tall blonde rose and spiked the ball over the net. A woman from Kimberly's team dove and, with one hand squeezed into a fist, saved the ball from striking the court. It ricocheted far off to the side, it appeared a sure point, but another player sprinted after it and hit the ball backwards in a high lob over the court. They weakly lobbed it over the net, giving Alex's team another chance to set up for a winner, but something went wrong. One woman passed to a setter but the pass was slightly behind and the setter adjusting was thrown off just enough that her set went over the net instead of just in front of the net where the tall blonde crouched ready to win the point with a spike. Instead a player from Kimberly's team leapt high and fired a spike down the line that even Alex's favorite player, diving, couldn't reach. Kimberly's team gathered and gave a loud cheer before embracing in a circle.

Kimberly emitted a soft hum, a sound expressing casual surprise. Her rough soles scraped Alex's thighs. Kimberly's team now served for the match. Alex had the irrational feeling that if he could lean forward, closer to the screen, he could will his team to win the next point. He felt like if he could beg them knelt forward to please win, it would happen, but Kimberly had him locked in place with her legs wrapped around his shoulders. The soles of her sneakers chafed his thighs as she casually shifted them, seeming as relaxed about the outcome as Alex was tense.

A player from Kimberly's team tossed the ball high, ran forward, and leapt. She spiked a serve to the middle of the court. Alex's favorite player dove. The ball veered off her fist and into the legs of a teammate and rolled along the floor. The game was over. His team had lost. Alex stared at the screen dejected yet wondering, even as the final score flashed across the screen and the teams formed lines and slapped hands with each other, if maybe there were some way the game would continue and his team would still have a chance, if just a chance, to come out victorious.

"Well, that was a good game." Kimberly leaned over him, her soles scraping his thighs. She picked up the condoms. "We won't be needing these, after all. Too bad."

"Kimberly, please," Alex said in a whisper.

"What was that?"

"I didn't even want to bet."

"Is that how you're going to be, after the way those women tried their hardest for your entertainment? You're already about to be a sore loser, Alex, don't be a sore loser." She giggled. "Look at them, congratulating the team that just defeated them. Aren't they good sports?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"See? Women can handle losing without getting whiny and begging. I understand, none of those pretty ladies will have to not come for a week because of losing, but don't you dare pout. Those women played their best. They wanted to win as badly as you wanted them to win. You should appreciate their effort."

"I appreciate them. I already appreciated them, and then you made the bet."

"Alex, stop now before you get yourself in trouble." Kimberly pressed pause and the screen froze. The women from Alex's team looked defeated but not dejected. The women from Kimberly's looked thrilled but weren't gloating. Kimberly lifted her feet off Alex's thighs and her legs from off her shoulders. "Face me and kneel up."

Alex crawled in a half circle and stretched up from his knees. Kimberly stroked his cock with the back of her hand. The faint touch made Alex moan.

"How dare you get defiant. Whose cock is this?"

"Yours, Mistress. I'm sorry. I got caught up in the competition, the game was so close. It's just so frustrating."

"You're permitted to feel frustrated. You are not to question me with a tone. A bet is a bet." She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand and glanced down at his cock, observing with satisfaction the suffering gleaming from its tip. "Alex, you're not making any sense. Do you realize I could have simply changed my mind and given you a week and punished you if your team had come out on top? Since when is the mistress of this house under obligation to be fair?"

"She isn't. You're not. It's just hard to feel like it was left to chance. I think if the game had gone the other way, the night would have gone differently. I know, of course, that it would be up to you."

"I enjoyed watching you squirm over the outcome. Doesn't that help? In a way, it's adorable that you have more trouble abiding your fate by chance than you do abiding your fate by my decree. I could almost reward you for it by making use of those condoms, after all, and sparing you a punishment. Except"-She raised a finger and waggled it at him.-"it was by my decree that the game's outcome would decide your fate. So you were defying me with your little outburst. Were you not?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Kimberly touched her finger to his lips and told him to kiss. Alex placed a soft kiss on the pad of her finger, and then she reached down and stroked his cock just as lightly. She made a fist around his cock and pumped him. Alex moaned as the fluttery hint of a pleasurable orgasm he knew he would not receive passed through him. Alex took the strokes until he felt on the verge of release. "Please, Kimberly, may I come, please?"

"What about our bet?" She loosened her grip but kept pumping him.

"A bet is a bet," Alex said.

"So you wish me to stop, so that you may honor our bet?"

"Yes, please, Mistress."

"Yes, please, what?"

"Yes, please stop stroking my cock so I may honor our bet."

"Would you come from the slightest touch?" She played with the back of her finger along the underside of his cock.

"Yes, Mistress."

"And you're going to give that up for me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Say my name. And you're going to give that up for me?"

"Yes, Kimberly."

She leaned back and pushed play. She pointed to the TV, indicating Alex should watch. "Such good sports," she said, as the women lined up and exchanged high-fives. The women from Kimberly's team completed this display of good sportsmanship before elatedly grouping together for a team celebration. The women from Alex's team displayed stoicism slapping hands with their victors before walking away dejectedly, but they partnered up and consoled each other, clustered in groups. Kimberly fast forwarded and Alex watched both groups of women form circles of hugging bodies, butts pushed out as they bent over and leaned into each other, celebratory and consolatory, respectively, all in double time. They passed, again in double time, into their respective locker rooms.

Kimberly gripped the bands of her volleyball shorts and tugged them down off her hips. Alex turned back around knelt in front of her. Her panties underneath were only partially obscured by her shirt as she leaned forward, pulled the shorts over her knees and off from around her feet. She pulled her panties off the same way, only working more slowly; they seemed to peel away, wet from her arousal, that permeated Alex's sense of smell, that seemed to fill the room with her sweet scent. "I think the slightest lick could make me come." She hooked a leg around the back of his head and drew him in, but she held him at bay with her knee pad pressed to his shoulder. "I'm going to punish you after. I want you to pleasure me while you remain on the brink of pleasure for yourself, which you will not receive. That's your punishment for pouting over how our bet turned out. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Kim-"

She pulled him in close. "No more talking out of you for a while."

The hum of the letter M still reverberated in his mouth as his lips sealed to Kimberly's pussy. She sighed and wrapped her legs around his head and lay back. She kept a hand on the back of his head. Her other hand roamed under her shirt. Her eyes closed. "Mmm, I'm imagining right now your team won the game and I'm about to fuck you. How good does that sound?" She kept Alex's head close with slight pressure from her hand. "Well? Does that sound good?"

"Hmm-hmm," Alex said with all the articulation he could manage.

"Too bad for both of us. Especially you, I will admit."

Alex gave another affirmative moan, but he focused on his task. The most effective way for Alex to minimize Kimberly's teasing of him while he was servicing her was to distract her with his efforts. Her other hand joined the first and the pressure on the back of his head increased. Alex kissed hard and licked. She began to rock against him. She leaned back, grabbing Alex's hair and pulling him tight between her legs. The scent of his mistress filled his nostrils as her pussy rose to meet his lips and her thighs clamped over his ears. Alex kissed and licked, as she sighed above him. Her hands clenched and unclenched the hair on the back of his head. Her heels dug into his back. They were joined as his tongue slipped into the folds of her pussy lips as surely as if they were fucking, even though Alex's hard cock simply pulsed in the open air.

She cried out and her muscles clenched, her feminine strength engulfing him along with her scents and tastes. Alex kept pressed close. He fucked her with every part of his face. The orgasm arose quickly, built to a sharp climax, and then lingered long, as Kimberly kept him gently ministering to her after her body went lax and her fingers played gently in his hair.