It was later that afternoon after my little episode. I was still feeling a little down even though the girls and Wesley talked me down. The fact is I get a little upset at myself when I get emotional. It had always been one of my weaknesses along with the anger. It’s a wonder why I have a good therapist when these started affecting me prior to Missy being in the picture. Luckily, Marcie is not only partially psychic, but she’s also a smart cookie. She can also be a little deviant sometimes as well.

It all started with what she was doing. Marcie was on the couch playing Solitaire while I was pouring over reports at the dining room table. I was stealing glances while she was wearing her black leggings and the white pullover she had on before. I looked out of the corner of my eye and thought I saw Marcie pulling the pullover off her, revealing the black bra she wore underneath. It gathered my attention before I watched her unclasp it and allowed it to land on the couch next to her. I was trying not to stare until I saw her put the pullover back on. Needless to say, I was a bit disappointed.

“Sweetheart, why did you put the shirt back on?” I asked.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were watching. I thought those numbers were sexier than I am,” she said with that familiar seduction in her voice.

“Numbers are never as gorgeous as you, Amor,” I responded. “Are you up to something?”

“Maybe,” she replied. “However, I think you need to do something to find out what.”

“Like?”

“Walk over here.”

I walked over into the living room and was getting ready to remove my t-shirt when she shook her head.

“Nope, I want to make this more fun.”

I watched as she started to shuffle the cards.

“Have you ever played poker before?”

“Not really. How difficult is it?”

“It’s not too difficult, but you’ll like the results I think,” she responded, giving me a little wink.

I sat there attentively like a good student while my Hot teacher showed me how to shuffle and deal. We played a few hands where she showed me how to play Texas Hold Em. She then had that seductive smile on her face, the one where she was up to something.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. We’ll keep playing hands. Winner chooses between two options. Loser has to do it. It’s not simply removing clothes. I want other things involved. Want to try that out?”

“After what happened this morning, sure.”

“Tell you what, the first hand is all about drinks. Winner chooses between hard drink or wine since we’re staying home. Okay?”

“Alright.”

She dealt the cards. After the River, the fifth community card put down, I thought I won with two Kings. She showed 4 3’s and she won that hand. She then told me to make a rum and coke for both of us. I went into the kitchen, grabbed the glasses and mixed two drinks. I brought back both drinks and sat down before she took a swig.

“Perfect, Leo. Looks like you were paying attention to how I like mine.”

I was smiling, but I was still clueless to what she was up to.

“Second deal. Your turn. What decision would you like the winner to make?”

I thought about it for a moment.

“Either the loser removes their top or their bottoms.”

“Are you sure?”

I thought about it after that. Clearly Marcie was up to something.

“What would you suggest?”

“Well, you know that at the end of all this, we are both going to be in a rather turned-on frame of mind. So, let’s put off the stripping part for a bit. Maybe think about how to set the mood.”

I figured out what she was up to.

“Okay, let’s say loser either sets up some candles in the bedroom or dims the lights.”

“I think you’re getting it Romeo.”

I dealt the cards and ended up winning the deal. She looked at me expectantly. I smiled.

“I think candles are a good idea.”

“Okay, how about I set them up, but don’t light them until a hand closer to the end?”

“Loser lights them when we get to that point?”

“I agree,” she said.

It was a few moments before she grabbed the cards and started shuffling.

“I like the candle idea, Romeo. Winner chooses between Love songs or passion songs?”

“What’s a passion song?”

“You know the songs you like that rev you up a bit that’s a bit more soulful and not as soft?’

“I like those.”

“Then you better win this hand then.”

I lost. Still, she chose the passion songs and it started playing in the background while we kept playing. The next choice was her idea since I was still wanting to get her undressed. She suggested either having some rose petals on the bed or some incense in the background. This one she also won the choice. Luckily, we had some rose petals from the wedding that weren’t used. I went into the bedroom and started to scatter them all over the bed before walking back out. I saw her sneak her hand into her leggings for a brief moment before she was back shuffling the deck. I was surprised with the next decision.

“We haven’t done anything super naughty lately, Master. Winner gets to choose between straight Sex or kinky Sex.”

“That’s a bit too broad I think, my pet.”

“What do you suggest?”

“How bout we choose each one?”

“Like each hand choose something to pull out?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Or better yet, we choose between toys?”

“I like that idea better,” I said, perhaps a bit too excitedly.

She laughed a little before she dealt the hand. The first choice was blindfolded or not. She won and chose the blindfold. I went into the room and pulled out the blindfold to place it on the bed. Then on my shuffle, I chose getting spanked or plugged. This time I won, and spanking was the choice. I walked into the room and selected a spanking paddle to use. Little by little, we kept working through the different scenarios. There was the choice to use ice, which I reminded her would have to wait until it was closer to the end of the game. The candle wax play was out. Both of her favorite toys were in play as well. Once we had all the kink implements in place, we started following the strip poker protocols.

By the time the game was over, she was totally disrobed and lighting the candles while I was gathering the ice and walking into the room. There was a moment of reflection before she followed one of the conditions which was to bend over the edge of the bed. This was in response to another condition when I won the right to spank her. I used the paddle to spank her until her gorgeous Ass was a rosy pink. It was when I stopped that I put her blindfold on and helped her flip over on the bed.

The tension was high partially due to the buildup we had. She lay there quietly as I made her wait for a moment before she could feel the fur of her cuffs securing her hands together.

“Fuck! I forgot you won that hand,” she whispered as the music played in the background.

She then felt the feather glance over her soft skin. I took my time to ensure I was teasing her as much as I could before I grabbed an ice cube to run over the same path. By this time, a small part of me was curious whether Marcie was planning on all this to happen before I had the clamps in place on her erect nipples. She was moaning a bit while we continued our playtime.

One of the secrets that Marcie discovered early on when we were playmates was how much I enjoyed making her feel good. The thing was that I prided myself on reminding her through my actions and such how beautiful she is and how wonderful she is. One of the best ways to do that was moments like this when I concentrated on her pleasure. I released the cuffs from her hands and placed the vibrator in one to watch as she was working on herself, pushing herself over the crest while I watched. I was getting immensely turned on watching her to the point I dropped my last piece of clothing to climb on the bed. Her other hand found my cock and began stroking it before I watched her crest over her peak.

“Fuck me, Master. Please!”

I slid into place and enjoyed the sensation of her grip on me. It was after we finished, and I was lying next to her that I removed her blindfold and pressed my lips against hers.

“How are you feeling now, Leo?” she asked.

“Better.”

“I was always told by Missy that sometimes, I had to get creative when you were in that mindset.”

I smiled when she said that. It felt like in a way that it was Missy’s plan all along to ensure I always had a safe harbor when those mind fucks would happen. As we lay there in the carnage left behind, I kissed my Wife again as we embraced.