My wife and I were avid sports fans. We had met in college and followed basketball very closely. She could hold her own in ANY sports bar when it came to stats, the draft and quite often she could predict who would be in the play-offs.
We had been out to a party one evening. It was a huge client and we were celebrating a recent victory in court. I was struggling to walk much less drive, so my wife took the keys and got us home safely.
She seemed a little upset with me. As we drove home, I tried to start up a conversation about basketball; something I hoped would keep her mind off topic.
"I like the Timberwolves for the playoffs this year." I said.
She said nothing.
"I think they will destroy your Warriors early in the playoffs." I said smugly.
She smirked, "If the Timberwolves make it passed the first round, I will let you fuck me in the ass."
I got a little sober hearing this and viewed it as a chance to engage her in a conversation that I had wanted to have for quite some time.
"So my Wolves just have to survive the first round?" I asked.
"Yup" she replied.
"An' I get to take you in the ass if they do?" I asked with a hint of hopeful in my voice.
"Uh-huh" she replied - without taking her eyes off the road.
She glanced over at me, "What do I get if they are shut out before the playoffs even start?"
"I will be your slave for a day." I said - without thinking (and assuming sex was still the topic).
"HHmmmmmmm" she replied.
She stuck out her hand and we shook on it. Then she laughed.
"You know they just lost their starting forward, right? He was arrested for assault." she said.
"FUCK" I mumbled.
"Playoffs start next week Dear... Shall I make my list of demands now or would you prefer to be surprised?" she said in a smartass tone.
"Its not over yet..." I blurted out.
She smiled smugly as we drove through the country side.
THE TIP OFF:
We had gathered up all the usual things for the playoff game. We grill and have drinks, some snacks and we try to enjoy ourselves.
At the half, my Wolves were down by 22 points.
"They BEAT these guys in the regular season..." I kept telling myself.
At the end of the 3rd quarter, they were down by 13. My wife kept rubbing it in.
"As my new slave, I WILL demand perfection and attention to detail... or there will be HARSH punishments..." she would mock me.
With 3 minutes left in the game, they were down by 8. THIS was a nail biter.
"Your term as my slave will begin at 9am tomorrow morning... and last until 8:59am the following day." she stated - as if they had won.
With 2 minutes left, they were down by 10.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" I said to myself.
I tried to remain calm and confident on the outside.
With 30 seconds left, they were down by 5 points. BOTH teams looked winded and tired.
The ball was thrown in and stolen. A jump shot from the 3 point line... BOOM!!
"Down by TWOOO Honey... do you prefer KY Jelly or Baby oil?" I started in on her.
She stopped and looked at me cold.
She broke her stare when the ball was stolen and my Wolves tied the game with seconds left to play.
"WOOOO HOOOO!!" I yelled.
TIME OUT
Overtime was the most likely outcome at this point. I was more comfortable about THAT than I was about thinking what she had planned for me.
"Double or nothing?" she challenged.
We shook.
"YOU Dumbass!!" I thought to myself.
With only 5 seconds left in the game, the Wolves had to throw it in and the other team would have the ball.
The whistle blew...
I could FEEL my heart beating.
Their Forward sprinted to the far end of the court and with less than 1 second left, he heaved the ball at the goal.
WHOOOSHHH!!
BUZZER.
"FUCK!!" I blurted out.
My wife tackled me on the couch and was laughing uncontrollably...
"I OWN YOU!!" she yelled out. "You are MINE... for 48 hours..."
"Starting NOW or starting at 9 in the morning?"
"Well... Not really a lot I can do to you while you are at work... so starting NOW." she responded.
"Wait here... I will be right back." she said.
I turned the TV off and started cleaning up. From the end of the hall I heard her voice, "You can come to the bedroom now Slave..."
"OK" I played along.
"WHAT?" she yelled.
"Common SLAVES will address me as Ma'am or Mistress!!" She hissed.
When I entered the bedroom, she was wearing a leather corset, knee high boots and was holding a riding crop.
"KNEES" she snapped.
I knelt on the floor.
"There are going to be some new rules for the next 48 hours. Violate them and you will face the consequences." She stated.
"Is that clear?" she asked.
I nodded.
"I SAID IS THAT CLEAR... SLAVE?" She yelled.
"Yes Mistress!!" I replied.
"Better..." she spoke calmly.
"Now... for the next 48 hours, THIS is what I expect..." she began
You will face me when speaking to me.
You will address me as Mistress or Ma'am.
What I say is FINAL.
Punishments are to my discretion.
Protests and complaints will ADD time to your current sentence of 48 hours.
You will be naked at all times in the home UNLESS I deem otherwise.
"Any questions, SLAAAVE?" she asked playfully.
"No Mistress." I responded.
"GOOD... Now get up and get those clothes off." she demanded.
She shackled my wrists to the bed. She tied my ankles to the footboard and then she left the room.
She returned to the room with a plastic grocery bag and she dimmed the lights.
She ran her fingers over my cock and balls. She moaned as she traced the outline of my manhood. I heard some wrinkling of the bag and then the stinging cold of a frozen bag of veggies on my erection.
Her laughter followed.
"Mistress... I do not like this." I said desperately.
"Then you will not like what follows SLAVE..." she responded in a calm voice.
I heard more rustling of the bag.
A metallic "CLICK" filled the air.
"What was that? I asked.
"MISTRESS" I blurted out...
"THIS is the part you are not going to like..." she stated.
The cold bag was removed and she pulled my cock outward. She lifted my balls and clamped some kind of device around the bottom of my bag and the base of my shaft. Then (with a loving touch) she guided my cock into a plastic tube and I heard a "CLICK" followed my a deep throated giggle.
"There WE go..." she said condescendingly.
She cleaned up the small mess on the bed, put the veggies back in the freezer and returned shortly. I was still tied to the bed.
She lit a few more candles in the room and removed her boots. She stood at the end of the bed on the bed between my legs and turned away from me so I could stare at her ass.
"Too bad about your gambling problem... SLAVE." she started.
"THIS (she then smacked herself on the ass) could have been yours..." she hissed.
She then lowered herself onto my face and coached me on how to satisfy her. The first orgasm came quickly. The second orgasm took a little longer and was more intense. The third as fast and she pulled my hair while she ground her hips against my face.
She was panting as she pushed herself back from my face.
My cock was aching for release. She could see the torment in my face and in my eyes.
"I'm tired... tomorrow YOU have a busy day... so lets get some rest." she told me.
I cleared my throat. She looked at me (expecting a complaint of some sort... or a protest).
"Good Night Mistress" I said in my best delightful voice.
She untied me, rolled over and went directly to sleep.
I tossed and turned all night.
At 8 am she woke me up and led me to the bathroom. I had about 4 or 5 hours of sleep. She put a dog collar around my neck and locked it in place. Then she used another lock to attach a small chain to the collar. The chain was wrapped around the toilet and (you guessed it) attached with a third lock.
"Take these" she ordered.