So Vikky led the way, making sure to walk a little bit in front of her boyfriend. Because… because she felt like it. When he attempted to take her hand she quickly snatched it back without changing expression and remarked a small “Not now.” Currently they were out into the public. While Vikky did not usually mind showing off their status to random strangers, currently was not such a time. Call her embarrassed, or maybe was it punishment for how the game had gone? Vikky didn’t really know herself. They went home in quite the silence.

So, eventually they went off the bus and arrived at Vikky’s house. Vikky took up her key to the place and opened it without thinking too much about it. She let her boyfriend in as she took off her shoes and went into the living room. There… she went past a few tables and chairs spread across the rather common kind of room and sat down in a one-person couch with a large sigh. Assuming Vilmer had followed her, Vikky would give a large sigh.

“Now then, it is time for the evaluation of today’s game. Please have a seat, Vilmer.”

Yes, Vikky was playing judge. Half because she thought it was a fun little game to play, and half because… … … it was suitable for the occasion. In any case. Vikky aimed a serious stare at Vilmer while entwining her fingers in front of her mouth, each arm leaned on the armrest of the small couch. This was partly to imitate a rather famous anime pose (Gendo-pose!) which she had found on the internet a while back, and to hide the fact she could barely keep herself from smiling…

Her coldness had given him greater reason to think and dwell upon the results of the game. This time he was pretty sure that he didn't say anything stupid considering that they had be amicable to one another before the game but that was before he had lost the game. Now he felt like a bigger loser. He lost games before so that wasn't all that bad. He had been disappointed in the results of the game for certain but now it was clear to him that he had upset her in some way. His mind swelled upon it though fortunately they did not have to go far.

Still it felt like he were traveling 10,000 miles or so. The wait for the bus, the ride, the walk from the street corner. He took his shoes off because she did though she made it into the living room first as he was looking for a place out of the way to stow his bag.

When he got to the living room her disappointment was expressed with a deep sigh and he noted that she had refrained from sitting on the full sofa to keep him away. Clearly she was upset. He sits as he was command and nodded. Oh, goodie, this will be fun. He thinks sarcastically.

“I blew it ..."

“You weren’t alone. This was a failure for the whole team.” Vikky told him in an analytical tone. “You were all doing pretty well in the beginning, but that was mostly seen because Nikolaus started out badly and give you guys some easy hits. For the first part of the game, you were all doing pretty well in the defense. Kim and Erik were doing some pretty exceptional catches and throws. I have to admit my heart skipped in excitement at that hit you did in the third inning. But what happened during the end?” Vikky kept her eyes fixed on Vilmer. “It seemed like it all took a turn for the worse after Lucas broke through the defenses just that one time. Just because he’s a rather good batter it isn’t a reason for your morale to plummet. Your cooperation with David and Edwin was flimsy at best. And what was Jonas trying to do out there?” That particular team-member was doing a rather uncharacteristically clumsy job with catching and throwing during the later part of the game, missing several he should have taken…

“As for yourself, your contribution was nothing noteworthy to write home about. While it wasn’t really outright horrible, that was definitely not near your best. You didn’t mark yourself out in any particular way, except for the obvious misfortune of being the one who failed the team with that one swing which could have allowed you all to win anyway. Your opposition was Nikolaus, who at the time were doing some quite exceptional pitching, so it wasn’t all your fault. But that still didn’t mark you as anything but a beaten batter.” Vikky sighed once again, and let her hands fall down into her lap.

“Though…” Vikky couldn’t quite keep up the overly serious atmosphere. “… ah. It wasn’t that bad, I guess. I mean, you were only beaten by a single point. It was a close one. Guess I can’t really continue acting severely disappointed or something.” Vikky giggled lightly as she looked at Vilmer with a small smile. “I should look forward to next time, then?”

She was right of course. He played the game over and over hi his head and after the beginning of the game they were out played with a passion. He did his best, or what he thought was his best though it was obvious that once Lucas broke through their defenses the complexion of the game changed and they hadn't been playing their best.

He felt bad about it, worse now so he barely catches he words when she gets there. If not for her giggle he would not have had his mind back

“Acting?” He goes wide eyed. On the one hand he was upset to be played with like that, on the other there was a great weight that washed over him, relieved that she wasn't upset.

“You do realize if I didn't love you so much I could kill you right about now.” He sighed and melted into the sofa. He looked at her for a moment. “Come here.” He patted the place beside him. “I already resigned myself to the fact that we wouldn't be having fun I cannot just let that slide, I'm going to have to punish you now so you don't do that again.” And he grinned at her as he looked at her in those seconds.

Oh, that expression. Was she in trouble now? Vikky couldn’t really stop smiling. She had been intending on holding the hard face a little longer, but… It was hard to maintain! The smiling girl stood up with a little thrill in it.

“Gee, punish? How were you intending on punishing me? That’s a scary word~” She smiled innocently at him, arms put behind her back and leaning on one leg just to look a bit sketchy about things. Vikky had her own plans on how she wanted this to go, but if she wasn’t careful she’d be swept right along her boyfriend’s actions. She had put down her bag near the entrance of the living room earlier, in slight preparation. Since it wasn’t said anywhere else, Vikky was currently wearing a green skirt along with a white buttoned shirt, and she was slightly careful of being too close to Vilmer since he could so easily sweep in his hand beneath her skirt… Though this situation was rather exciting.

He watched as she did as commanded standing and coming ovver to where he sat. She was still smiling, though a grin did creep over his expression and had been hld there, he would have to teach her so he though, what could he do spur of the moment since he was neither prepared or ready for this sort of thing. He supposed he would have to improvise a little.

The pressure was on though and he could only think of so much as he considered things.

“Not listening I see ...” he gazed at the empty place beside him for a moment then looked back at her. He grinned a bit though. “Further defiance only leads to additional punishment.

“What I had in mind … well, I'm going to surprise you. Do you have any rope? Of course you do, you have to have rope everyone has soom.” He stood up, hinting at the first aspect of things that were to come.

“Eh?” Vikky blinked in slight surprise, and took a step backwards. He was… fully intending on ‘punishing’ her…!? “Wa-wai-wha-for real!?” A strange kind of fear momentarily graced across her. Was he… going to…!? Rope!? Was he planning on…!? Vikky stared in light shock at how… was he really intending on…!?

“E-eh. U-uhm… Gee, I-I don’t re-uh. Rope, I, uh.” The notion of what the rope might be used for brought a fair amount of uncertainty in both her tone and her expression. And the thought of being bound by Vilmer… a blush rose across her face and a dose of arousal rushed through her. She was now… extra careful with her boyfriend… but… uh… she wouldn’t be able to… “I, un, I am unsure if we have any easily available rope, but…” Vikky fidgeted a bit, suddenly embarrassed by her own thoughts.

“If, umm, if you look in my bag… A-actually, please look into my bag…” Vikky pointed towards the bag by the opening of the living room, now embarrassed that she had to ask him to do that. She shifted her gaze away from him and took a few steps backwards, past the chair she had been sitting in towards the book-shelf by the wall…


The reason she was embarrassed was because… the two of them had apparently been thinking the same things. The same embarrassing things. There was a note inside the bag, one which she had wrote back directly after the game, one which she now partly regretted writing. H-he was… apparently not in need of encouragement…

A blue little post-it sticker which said…

"Dear Vilmer,
Since you lost the game, I cannot reward you on your terms.
However, there is a little game I’ve been wanting to play.
Please force dominance over me. Use the contents of this bag if you want to.
Whatever I might say or do, I want you to go through with it.
I am currently on the pill, but we can act as if I’m not, OK?
Feel free to film if you want to.
If you do not want to do this to me, then I will spare you the experience.
But do your best so we can do it on your terms next, OK?
Love, Vikky"

Underneath it, there were a number of shackles of different sizes for different body-parts which Vikky had borrowed, along with the keys. Her father was a police officer, it was within her reach.

… And now she was thoroughly embarrassed by herself to have dared something that bold. So quickly on the defensive…


Vikky was now visibly fearful of what might happen next.

He was half tempted to do it … her face … the fear there … he was tempted to say that he was kidding just to see how she liked it but he was intent with carrying this out too. There was something delicious about the sudden change in her demeanor. That self confidence fading, wondering what her boyfriend had in mind.

How was he going to punish her? Did he mean in a playful sense or was it more of an actual punishment? Whatever the case was he did not reveal his intentions there just yet.

He nods to show that he was not kidding, that she was indeed in a bit of trouble here. But she mentioned the bag and he looked back at it in curiosity. He had wondered what was within it for a moment before pushing off of the sofa and padding over to it. Looking back he tries to to discern what might be in It. He then glances back to the bag and opens it.

He read the note, then reread it, then once more. He then had a peek into her bag looking at the shackles before he glanced back at her. He tried to keep his face impassive though there had been a mischief gleam in his eyes. He then grinned.

“Great minds think alike. I guess I won't need the rope now.”

He transferred his cam coder into the back and bid her to follow into her bedroom. He restrained her to the bed post. “Be good.” He left with that bag and took about ten minutes looking around the house. He stayed clear of her parents room for privacy sake but all the others had been fair game. He collect a little of this and that before returning.

“Alright, Vikky, you're in trouble now.” He sets the camera on the dresser but the the angel is wrong for capturing their act so he moves the camera to a window sill but finds it too long to fit there itself until he opens the window a little bit but draws the curtains closed before lifting some of them up and over the lens itself to get a better view of what was going on.

This, um. This wasn’t quite how she had imagined it. Vikky had imagined that this would perhaps be punishment because he wanted to have some form of consensual… not that he was intending the same thing… She let her eyes gaze uneasily as Vilmer walked in the direction of her bag. N-no. If he read that note… If he read that note…! There… there would be nothing stopping him!

“Don’t read…” … Too late. He had already… he had already read it. And the note clearly stated to ignore all her objections. What… what had she been thinking!? Vikky now, hesitation and slight fear apparent in her movements, was wondering if this was such a good idea. She didn’t actually want to have to fear her boyfriend. But… but right now, she had unleashed him… on herself. Wh-why had she…!? … Though, he’d have taken her… regardless, Vikky realized. Now, however, he wouldn’t hold back.

Vikky was powerless to resist being taken to her own bedroom. She could only follow like a good girl, and not quite resist the way she had imagined herself doing. Fear was always apparent on her. Because… she feared what she might have unleashed. She was also powerless to being restrained to the bedpost, I assume by a shackle on the arm. While Vilmer left, she was just sitting there, staring at her arm where she sat in the bed. When he disappeared… she jumped off the bed, and tried to unlock the shackle. Alright, there was a key-hole here, right? Then, the other hand could seek something… press in a nail or something… Oh, no, this was never going to work…

She flinched as she heard Vilmer come back. The restrained girlfriend spun around where she was now sitting on the floor beside the bed, still restrained to one bedpost. O-OK, so she was in trouble? Vikky found herself shaking slightly. Her boyfriend had time and time again proven to be more… innovative when it came to sex… so she was afraid what he might have cooked up for her.

“U-um. C-can I take that back? I mean, uh, this, um, feels uncomfortable…” Vikky shifted her slightly panicked eyes back and forth between the camera, the shackle and Vilmer. But… if he followed her note, he’d ignore her plea… Damn it, Vikky of half an hour ago…

Now, now, she was trying to get free? He considered the matter at hand … it seemed to contradict the note and he considered for a moment. If she were OK with this then why was she trying to escape or was she just playing along.

Really, she had not left an out for herself either, no safe word, nothing that would tell him whether or not she had meant for him to continue and was just playing along. He seemed a bit confused as he analyzed it.

He was slow at times but he wasn't stupid either. He considered though if she were just getting in his head again. He gazed at her for a long moment noting the fear there. Either she was really good as an actress or she really was afraid …

Vilmer considered this for a moment. He considered the fact that she did not want him reading that note either as if she had lost her nerve or perhaps was waiting for another time to do this.

“Your trying to fuck with my head again, aren't you ...”

He considered. The last thing he wanted was to be labeled in the same category as Stein … but at the same time he still had to punish her too … Vilmer seemed uncertain, which might work in Vikky's favor then again …

... He... slowed down? He had prepared all that, and now he was just inspecting her? Vikky looked at him, still with fear but now wondering somewhat what was going on… He was considering something? What was it? Vikky had no way of knowing until… he said that.

Vikky blinked a bit at him. Vilmer seemed uncertain. Oh. So that was what it was. Vikky felt her fear die down a little, because… that meant he still cared about her. B-but… no, this wasn’t… no…

“… GEE!” The restrained girl sitting on the floor let her head hang a bit. She didn’t want to do what she was about to do. It was so embarrassing. But… it seemed like her slow boyfriend needed it.

“Line four. Whatever I say or do, go through with it.” She swiftly repeated from her own note. Why did she have to remind him!? “If I try to escape, punish my feeble attempt! If I ask you to stop in any way, mock my pointless request! I-I’m…” Vikky lifted her head and looked at her boyfriend in some combination of fear and annoyance. “I-I’m fine. I… I wanted to feel this fear. I want to feel fear. So please…” Vikky swallowed a bit, while continuing to hold her gaze focused on Vilmer. “W-we’re going to try this again. D-don’t make me… repeat myself… Got it?” She was so embarrassed. And yet… she was also quite honest. Now Vilmer just needed to get that.

“I know what it said,” now Vilmer sounded annoyed. “I read the thing three damn times I'm not a moron. There's no safe word, no out, I was being dead certain.”

He sighed and walked to the window, closed it and started putting the cam coder away, then realized that this was her bag, shock his head then set it atop the dresser. “I'm not an idiot you know!” He wheeled back, as if loosing the game today wasn't bad enough, his mind was just messed with and now when he showed a bit of concern for his girl friend …

Vilmer seemed incensed now as he moved closer to her, then suddenly back handed her. “Get up!” He was glaring at her now. “Get the fuck up!”

E-eh? M-maybe she shouldn’t have said that? H-he sounded annoyed. Vikky crept back just the slightest. This… this was a bad idea, wasn’t it? Now she was trying to phrase an apology, but didn’t know what exactly to say. Now she was really getting scared. O-OK. U-um. She’d just… yes, he said he wasn’t an idiot… Then he approached her, so Vikky started preparing for whatever-

…!!?? Vikky… didn’t think… he’d actually hit her. Even if it was just… a backhanded slap. It still struck her in surprise rather than in pain. Since she hadn’t braced herself at all, she completely lost balance. Though, leaned against the bed as she was, Vikky didn’t fall all that much, but her head was turned the direction in which she was hit, and her expression reflected her surprise. A moment was spent stunned, wondering what the hell she had done to her boyfriend…

Then she hurriedly got up, afraid of what would happen if she didn’t stand up fast enough. It was harder than it should be, being restrained by a shackle to the bedpost. But she got up, her eyes looking at her boyfriend, visibly surprised and somewhat frightened. Her breathing-rate had increased slightly in the swift movements she had felt forced to do.

“God, your such a bitch sometimes, I don't think I want to put up with it any more. I mean, gosh such a slut to! A baseball bat?” he seized hold of her breasts as she stood before him, his gaze narrowed upon her seeing the reddened cheek that he had just struck, the fear within her eyes.

“I'm not a fucking moron.” He pushed her back to the bed and followed her down, his hands still on her blouse pulling them, taring open her blouse as buttons popped free of the material raveling the bra underneath.

He locked eyes with her for a moment, still glaring at her. “Maybe I should have even bothered with saving you from Stein. You would think I'd get treated a little better afterward but you still want to play games.”

He shook his head a little as if he were unsure why. His hand seizing against the curve of her breast, squeezing against it another slipping down to her leg, caressing it. She could feel that he was still aroused, possibly when he was setting up the camera earlier that he had set down on the dresser now. Off, now as he began to tug her bra down beneath her breasts to get at them better, his other hand sliding up beneath her skirt.

S-such words… Vikky hadn’t imagined that he’d… punish her using words too… She almost felt genuinely wounded by the words, had she not known it was part of what she had brought onto herself. “N-no, I’m not- Giih!?” S-so swiftly. Vilmer had grabbed ahold of her breasts. Vikky flinched, a wave of sensitivity at being grabbed rushing through her despite clothes and bra in the way of a direct touch. Her eyes looked down in fear at the hands grabbing ahold of her. Then… she was pushed. Backwards, into the bed. Vikky held a slightly stunned expression. Turned out she had no idea what she had been unleashing on herself.

He tore open the way to her white bra as she lay on her back in the bed. Th-that… wasn’t that a little excessive? Vikky had no say in it as she had tried to keep her shackled arm close enough to the bedpost not to have it hurt, successfully. But now, her other arm or muscles were too afraid to resist in any way. Vikky had imagined herself at least trying to resist, albeit unsuccessfully… now she was too afraid to resist at all.

… O-ow… Those words about Stein and being treated better… they hit her someplace deep inside. “I-I’m sorry…” She brought up her free hand to hide her face. B-because... she didn’t want Vilmer to see the tears that were surfacing. He was genuinely frightening her. Now it was her turn to be uncertain, this display of Vilmer’s… was frighteningly real. At least seemed it.

“O-oh.” The slightest hint of a noise was made by her mouth as her breast was squeezed and a hand sought down to touch her leg, just below her skirt. Now Vikky was starting to get aroused by the attention. She tried to keep the sensations under control as the bra was pulled down to show her healthy breasts and a hand sought its way towards her precious spot from under her skirt… “D-don’t…” Vikky attempted stopping it by squeezing her legs together. Sh-she had to do something… to resist…