When they arrived back at his place Wednesday evening after burgers downtown, they were starting their third week of sexual infatuation, and he was ready. She had given him time to plan by not bringing the bet up again. That was a mistake. Sitting on his little couch--which Katherine informed him was actually a loveseat--he had her pulling off her clothes, groping for his now hard cock through his shorts, and was even getting a few moans out of her when he touched her just so. It was time to spring his plan.
"Remember the bet we made?" he asked.
"Bet? Oh, about you eating my pussy. I didn't think you were serious. You can't possibly win. I mean, I hoped you were serious, but we've been pretty...hmm, occupied otherwise."
"Hey. I'm always serious about my wagers. You're not going welch on me, nor are you going to outlast me. What do you want to bet."
"Honestly, I've not thought about it," she said. "I guess there are things I could ask for, and you could pretty much ask for anything since there's no risk of your winning. You obviously have put more thought into this than I have--what do you suggest?"
"We planned on spending all day Sunday together. If I win, you do my bidding for the day; if you win, I do yours."
"You mean, you will do what I want all day. I assume that means sexually, too."
"Yes, of course, you will do what I want to do all day, including sexually." It was a bet he was sure he would win and didn't want to lose, but if he did, doing Katherine's bidding all day wouldn't be difficult.
"So, you want to be my slave for a day," she said. "I like that. How are we going to do this?"
He paused. She wouldn't become a dominatrix like Jacqueline, would she? Too late now; he couldn't back out. "Well, we're going to make sure there is no question who folds first. We are going to bound together, and to concede, you will need to unlock your locks.
"Huh?"
"I need to show you."
He pulled a bag out from under the loveseat, reached in, and pulled out a baggy with two small chains, chains with half-inch long twisted links with holes just large enough to push the shaft of a small luggage padlock through. Attached to each chain was a key.
"Here, let me see your wrist."
He hooked the chain around her wrist, forming a bracelet and leaving the key dangling from about four inches of extra chain.
"That's your key. I have one, too." He attached the other chain and key around his wrist. "Okay, stand up and turn around." He produced another bag, with another length of chain. This one he wrapped around her waist and secured with a small padlock just above her butt crease. About a foot of chain ran down between her cheeks and hung between her legs. He turned her around and checked the chain in front. There were two roughly four-inch-long pieces lying along the outer front side of her thighs.
