Poker night usually meant a night in my room just craving Master's touch, but tonight was different. I was ordered to set up the table with 5 spots and set out some things for you and your friends to eat while you played.
While I did this you instructed me that I was to be seen and was not to say a word. I was nervous I had never been around your friends before, but times when you had played before I could hear from my room they were a rowdy bunch of guys.
You ordered me to prepare for the night in the usual way and dress in the things You had laid out. Tonight you had laid out a short tight skirt and sheer blouse that You could see my perky breasts and erect nipples though. You never allowed me to wear a bra unless we were leaving the house to go somewhere. When I had come down stairs You inspected me to make sure the clothing was to your liking, sliding your finger under my skirt You made sure I was not wearing panties. Pleased with your findings you smiled and went to go sit at the set up table.
It was just about time for the arrival of all the players so You took me and secured my collar and leash around my neck so that there was no question to all the others that I was your property and for them only to look at.
Within minutes of everything being ready the doorbell started to ring and I was ordered to the door to let the guys come in.
As each of the men walked through the door, they hollered their hello's to You and reached out to grab me before they went to sit down. Your grip made me feel very uncomfortable but I knew I was there to do as you wanted of me, knowing You would never let any of them hurt me. I turned my eyes down towards the floor and endured the humiliation of the sneers greetings they were giving me.
After all the men came through the door I quickly made my way to kneel on the floor beside You, there I would feel safe, somewhat out of the way of all the leering stares they were giving me. I knelt there and waited for your next set of instructions as the game began.
As the night went on I could hear the shuffling of cards and bets being placed. As the beer flowed I could hear the men get louder rowdier by the minute.
When I looked up and saw the solemn look on your face; I knew it wasn't good. You don't like to lose and you were.
You sharply ordered me to get another round of beer for all the guys and I quickly got up and went to the kitchen. As I returned with the drinks I noticed your pile of chips was much smaller than the rest, my heart sunk, oh how terrible your mood was when you lost.
I could hear the shuffling of the cards once more and the man at the other end of the table hollered to all, "Ante up" and You shoved the remainder of your pile of chips towards the center of the table.
The cards were dealt and your face lit up and I could tell you had a good hand. You looked over towards the others in hope they would all fold but no, and then the most boisterous guy of all sneered, "Bet or lose the game." Looking down at the empty spot where the chips had been you frown.
Pausing for a moment the man impatiently says, "Well, you have no more money so bet the Slut, if you lose I'll take her to do my bidding for the night."
Looking down at me you see the petrified look on my face but it doesn't faze You due to the amount of drinking you had been doing tonight. "Ok I am in," you state mater of factly looking down at your hand. You thought for sure yours would be the winning hand.