t has been a week since my wife and I made our last big wager. As you may recall it was the bet that made me her slave for the weekend. Little did I know she invited three of her friends to join her in her fun with me. Today she came to me with a proposition.
"Because you were such a good sport I will give you another chance to make me your slave," Jess said, "but if I win, you become our slave for a month."
I stopped to think about it a bit. "A month?!" I objected. "How do you figure I get you for the weekend, but you get me for a month?"
"That's where I make this easy for you," she smiled. "You get to pick the game you want to bet on and the team you are going to pick. How can you lose?"
'How could I lose?' I wondered.
"So, let me get this straight. I pick the game we are going to bet on, the team I think will win, and when they do, you are going to be my slave?" I asked.
"Yep, that's the idea," she said. "There is almost no way you can lose."
"Alright, I'll take that bet. I will take Tennessee over Alabama this weekend. Tennessee has been playing really well, and Alabama is on the verge of having their worst season in ages. There is no way I lose this one. Besides, they are playing at Neyland. This is in the bag," I touted.
"Sounds like a pretty sure thing," she shrugged. "I guess I will be your slave next weekend. But just in case, we better let them play the game first."
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I could not believe my luck. Alabama played better ball than they had all year and to add insult to injury Tennessee's QB got hurt on the last play of the first half. The Vols were only up by three at half-time and had to bring in a freshman QB that looked like he was ready to wet himself.
Needless to say they had more turnovers in the second half than they had first downs. Alabama easily rolled over my Vols, leaving me sitting on the couch with my hands over my eyes in disbelief.
"Woo hoo!" I heard her scream. "This turned out a lot better than I expected. I figured I was just going to be your little slave for the weekend and let you get it out of your system, but this is even better. I OWN you!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said. "So when do you want to start? Let's get this over with."
"Well, I really didn't expect this. Let me think about it a second," she pondered. "I know. Friday is the first. We'll just start then. That will make it easier."
"Great," I sighed, still in disbelief. "I can hardly wait."
Those next few days dragged on for what seemed like forever. I could not believe I lost. What was even worse is that I could not even begin to imagine what Jess would do to me with a whole month at her fingertips.
Finally it was Thursday night and I prepared for bed knowing this would be my last evening of freedom for a month. "Good night, Honey," I mumbled.
"Night, Babe" she chimed back. "Get some sleep. You are going to need it."
My mind wandered for quite some time but eventually I must have drifted off to sleep.
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"What are you doing? Get up! What do you think you are doing?" I heard being yelled at me, as I tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes.
"Slaves don't sleep with the Divas. Get out of my bed," Jess hollered.
I looked up to see it was 12:01. "You have got to be kidding," I said, pulling the covers back over my head.
"A diva never kids. This is your last warning. Get out of my bed," she commanded.
Hastily I pulled myself out of bed and asked where I might sleep. She pointed to the floor next to her and threw me a small, thin blanket to cover up with. "Slaves don't wear PJs either," she chided. "Take those off and get back to sleep."
I removed my pajama bottoms and t-shirt and lay down on the floor and went back to sleep.
It was not long before I heard the alarm going off. I stumbled to my feet and rubbed my eyes just long enough for Jess to push a piece of paper in front of my face.
"Read this," she barked. "Then make me some pancakes when you're done." With that, she pulled the covers back over her head and went back to sleep. That is when I realized it was only 5:00 am. I don't have to get up to get ready for work for another hour and a half. What did she just hand me?
The Rules:
1. The Diva(s) is (are) in charge. Anytime a diva calls you must go immediately.
2. A slave must keep eyes down in submission at all times.
3. A slave must never speak without permission.
4. A slave is to be completely shaven from the neck down at all times.
5. A slave's attire:
1. During working hours the slave will wear panties specific to that day under his professional attire.
2. After hours and on the weekends the slave will wear wrist and ankle cuffs, a collar, his designated panties, and/or whatever the diva deems necessary.
6. A slave is not allowed self gratification without permission.
7. A slave is responsible for all household chores.
8. A slave sleeps on the Diva's floor at night so that he is ready to serve when necessary.
9. A slave is subject to hygiene or dress code inspection at any time and may be punished or rewarded as the Diva desires.
10. Jess is your Ultimate Diva. Whatever she says goes. Her power overrides all others.
*. You are responsible to read these rules daily and memorize them.
When I finished reading the rules I understood why I was wakened so early. I hurried to the bathroom to get ready, not wanting to endure any punishment any sooner than necessary. I jumped in the shower and began to shave from my shoulders down. I had to stop every few strokes to pull the hair out of the drain and razor and then start again.
It must have taken at least 45 minutes to shave my entire body, but I was surprisingly aroused by my new look. My cock looked even larger without the hair that normally surrounded it. It took a lot for me not to stroke it right then and there, but I remembered the rules and I wasn't ready to break any yet. Besides, I had to get this cleaned up, get dressed, and get her breakfast ready. .
After drying myself off, brushing my teeth and shaving my face I crept back into the bedroom quietly, not wanting to wake her up. As I opened my top drawer I found that all of my boxer briefs had been removed and been replaced by silky women's panties—thongs, to be more specific—with the days of the week written on each one.
"So this is what it meant in the rules," I thought. "This is going to be a long month." Reluctantly I put on the soft yellow panties marked "Friday" and finished getting ready for work.
Afterward, I proceeded to the kitchen to make her breakfast. I had never made pancakes in my life, but I remember my dad doing it when I was a kid so I figured it couldn't be too hard. I followed the directions on the box and was surprised to see how well they came out. When I had her milk ready and the syrup warmed like I knew she liked it, I took them in to her.
She was rubbing her eyes when I walked in and smiled with approval when she saw me carrying in her breakfast. I brought them over to her and watched as she took her first bite. "Not bad," she chimed. "You should do this more often. Now get to work before you are late."
I looked up to see it was now 7:40 a.m. That gave me only 20 minutes to get across town. I grabbed my stuff and ran out the door.
My day at the office was relatively uneventful. Real Estate always seemed to get a little soft in November and it looked as though this year would not be any different. I was finding it a little hard to concentrate on the work I needed to do with the panties I had on. The silk kept stimulating my package while a thin piece of fiber kept creeping further up my ass cheeks. I spent a good part of the morning trying to pull it out before resigning myself to the fact that it was no use. As the day went on I wrapped myself up in work and managed to almost forget about them. Then 5:00 p.m. came and I packed up my stuff and headed home.
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