cover the bet with my shirt if I win. J wants to know what I’m betting. I look
at his eyes, staring right through him and say that The Chief is going out of
town next weekend and that I’ll cook dinner for him, dressed this way on next
Friday night. The Chief wants to know what he gets if he wins. I tell the Chief
that he can pick a night for dinner and I’ll cook him what he wants dressed the
same way. The Chief considers this for a moment and decides that’s fair. J wants
to know what else comes with dinner. I swear it just jumped out. I hadn’t
thought of this prior to that moment. I told J that I’d go down on him for
desert.
The Chief started laughing again. “Just how many Aces do you have in that hand?”
He chortled. J piled my shirt up on the pot and said, “That seems more than
fair.” The bastard had drawn a third card to his pair. The Chief later told me
that I blushed all the way down to my nipples. How did the Chief react? Mostly
amused. He knows that even if I do something really outlandish, I’m just looking
for attention, not upset with him. Without going into details, I’ve done things
in the past that would show him that it’s him I love and am devoted to, even if I
do things that raise the odd eyebrow. One of my, still unfulfilled, fantasies is
to have The Chief be cross when I do something really beyond the pale and that he
will take me over his knee, spank me, force me to go down on him, and then take
me, without letting me get completely undressed. So, anyway, I’m here blushing
and the Chief gets up and goes into the kitchen for something to drink. J can’t
decide whether to be horrified or terribly pleased with himself. Finally, he asks
me, “Do I just get one dessert?” Well, that did it. I told him, only one, unless
he wants to try for a double or nothing. I suggest he can stay the weekend or
have me come to his house if he wins and I’m off the hook if I win. He cuts the
cards and shoves the deck at me. I pull up a 10. He pulls out a queen. Now, I’m
a firm believer in the law of averages. I know the odds on losing a high card
cut are the same each time you do it. I also know in the long run they average
out. The Chief is still in the kitchen. I can hear the ice maker running. Want
to try again? I asked J. His eyes bug out just a touch. He glances at the
kitchen door and the Chief is still too far away to hear us. I say, I’ve agreed
to stay like this all weekend and to go down on him. What would he want to try
double or nothing again? He gets this odd look on his face and says, “I’ve always
wanted a totally obedient sexual slave. Become that for the weekend if I win and
you’re off the hook if you win.” Now, I don’t claim to be quoting exactly. It as
late. I was tired, and I was certainly distracted myself. I shuffled the cards
and held them out to him. He drew a card and grinned. He showed me a Jack of
diamonds. I felt a sudden flush go through me. I could feel myself get moist and
the feeling that was somewhere between arousal and panic came over me. I picked a
card. I looked at it and found myself looking at an eight of diamonds. J
actually licked his lips for a moment. Before the Chief came back, J stared
straight into my eyes and said, “Be exactly like this waiting for me at 5:00 on
Friday. When I knock on the door, open it like this.”
So I’m sitting here at my dining room table. My shirt and tights are in the
chair next to J along with his other winnings. My bottom is slowly taking on the
pattern of the chair I’m sitting on because there’s nothing between me and it.
This has definitely not turned out the way I’d planned. I can’t believe I lost
both double or nothings. I went from cooking and serving a meal in the buff (OK,
…End of the part3. To be continued..
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