I made a silly bet with my boyfriend last weekend. We were goofing around, watching college football. His team was behind by a touchdown, it was the bottom of the fourth, and I felt there was no way in hell they were going to win. I was razing him about it, talking smack, something he loves about me, when he said why don't we make a bet on it. If the other team won, he said he'd be my slave for a day, doing all the cleaning, cook, dishes, whatever I wanted, but if his team won, I'd have to be his slave for the day and do whatever he wanted. We even went as far as to write it down on a napkin, our little slave agreement, signing our names and shaking on it. We agreed that the payout would happen next Saturday so we could watch another game together.
I thought for sure I was going to win. His team was good but with only a couple minutes left in the game, I thought there was no way his team could stage a come back. I was already coming up with all the chores I wanted him to do, including giving the my bathroom and kitchen a good scrub (I hate to clean), when his team scored a touchdown and another three points with only seconds left to win the game.
My boyfriend looked over at me, a smirk on his face while he did a happy dance, while I dreaded what chores he'd come up for me to do. His apartment was always a mess and he shared it with two other guys which only made things worse. I imagined myself on my hands and knees scrubbing his filthy toilet while his friends watched the game.
"You are so in for it," he said with an evil smile as he continued to celebrate. "I have so many plans for you next Saturday. I cannot wait."
I felt on edge all week while the dreaded Saturday approached. I knew he was inviting a bunch of guys to his place to watch the game and he wanted me to be their servant for the day. I had always fantasized about serving a bunch of men but it never included scrubbing toilets and fetching beers. I may have told my boyfriend this fantasy, along with a bunch of others, when we were drunk off our asses one night but I honestly couldn't remember. I didn't think there was any way he would indulge me with them.
On Friday night he called me up to tell me exactly what he wanted me to wear: my short black mini skirt with my favorite hot pink thong and one of my low cut scoop neck tees with my hot pink lace bra. I had scoffed at him, telling him it was ridiculous to dress that way to scrub toilets, but he reiterated that I had promised to do whatever he wanted for the day and this is what he wanted. I felt a little embarrassed (and thrilled) to be showing up this way in front of his friends but decided to just go with it.
I slept like crap Friday night, tossing and turning, part mortified and part turned on by the thought of serving my boyfriend and his friends. I wondered if he'd have his friends boss me around as well. It was a secret fantasy to be completely under a man's command, to do whatever he wanted, and part of me was aroused that it was about to become a reality.
I took my time showering, shaving and getting ready on Saturday morning, ensuring that I was in pristine condition. I wanted to look my best and really play up the slutty outfit. I went heavier with my makeup than usual, outlining my blue eyes with black cat-like eyeliner and brushing my lips with a hot pink lipstick I kept around for club nights. I looked like I was ready for a hot night on the town, not going to scrub a grungy male apartment. I slipped on my seven inch lucite platform shoes as a joke and was out the door. I figured I'd probably kick them off as soon as I arrived.
My boyfriend greeted me with a big smile when I arrived at his building promptly at noon as instructed. I didn't even have to ring myself in.
I blushed as he took in my ridiculous outfit.
"You look amazing," he said as he let me in. "The boys are gonna love it."
I felt myself blush as I scooted in and started climbing the two flights to his apartment. He followed behind me, getting an excellent view of my ass. I worked out and kept myself in shape so I knew he was liking what he saw. He was constantly telling me how hot my body was and how I should show it off more often. I usually dressed on the conservative side unless I was going clubbing and then I'd show off my ample breasts and my long lean legs a bit more.
He grabbed my ass as I reached his floor, giving it a good squeeze. I looked back at him with a what to do you think you're doing look until I remembered that this was his day, that I was merely here to be his slave and do whatever he wanted me to do. He smiled at me as if to say this ass is mine, sending a little thrill through me.
I was grateful no one was there yet when we entered his apartment.
"Jeff and David ran out for beer," my boyfriend told me about his roommates. "They'll be back in about a half an hour—plenty of time before kick off."
He lead me into the kitchen which was surprisingly clean for once. I stood by the sink while he went to the fridge and pulled out a beer for himself. I noted that he didn't offer me one like he usually did.
"I know you're thinking I'm going to have you clean all day and, while that would be fun to watch, I have a different idea." His eyes sparkled as he talked. I took in a big breath, bracing myself for whatever craziness he had come up with. "I know how you've always fantasized about being of service to men so I thought today would be the perfect time to give you a taste of what that would be like."
I sucked in my breath. My heartbeat quickened. Did he mean what I think he meant?
He studied my reaction with a relaxed smile.
"I want you to trust me and do whatever I ask of you today," he said as he took a long drink from his beer. "I want you to give yourself over to me fully, to surrender yourself to my will, and serve me and my friends completely no matter what we ask of you. I promise we won't hurt you or do anything I know you won't like but I want to have some fun with you today and I really think you'll enjoy it. What do you say?"
I blinked at him. He was handing me everything I wanted on a silver platter. I did trust him but I wasn't sure I could trust myself to go through with it. I already felt embarrassed enough in this silly outfit. How would feel if he pushed me to do something more explicit with his friends watching?
"I don't want to force you to do this even though you did promise to do whatever I wanted today," he said with a sly smile. "I promise I won't be upset if you say no. I'll simply give you the cleaning supplies and have you scrub the apartment top to bottom while we watch the game. But if you say yes, I won't have you clean but serve me and my friends instead."
He stopped talking, watching me with intense eyes, as I took in everything he said. Not clean—that was good. Serve his friends—not so sure how I felt about that. I knew all these guys and had no idea how far he'd push it. I felt like he was deliberately not telling me his full plans since part of this was about fully surrendering myself to him, something I had always secretly wanted to do. I felt thrilled and terrified all at once.
I nodded. His face broke out into a huge smile.
"Awesome, Elle. You won't regret this, I promise."
God—I hoped not.
"The first thing I want you to do is whip up a couple appetizers for the game. David printed out a couple recipes for you and all the ingredients are in the fridge. If you start now, they should be done in plenty of time before the game. And don't worry, they're super easy."
With that he left me alone in the kitchen. So far not so bad. Cooking I could do, kind of.
I found the recipe printouts and got started. They wanted crab stuffed mushrooms which surprised me along with a beer cheese dip. Both were a bit complex and required a lot of chopping, measuring and mixing. I felt like a little homemaker in my crazy outfit, making appetizers for her guys. It gave me a warm fuzzy feeling.
While I was busy in the kitchen, I heard Jeff and David arrive along with a couple other guys whose voices I didn't recognize. My heartbeat quickened at the thought of what my boyfriend was going to order me to do but I reminded myself that I trusted him and that he wouldn't have me to do anything too outrageous.
They were loud and sounded happy, chatting away about whatever, but I couldn't make out anything they were saying from the kitchen which was at the back of the apartment. I couldn't see them either and they couldn't see me which made me slightly relieved but I also felt like a dirty little secret—the misses squired away in the back room, doing the work, while the men relaxed in the front room.
I heard the TV click on. The pregame news talk flooded the apartment. I continued with my duties, grateful for the distraction, as my nerves amped up to an annoying level. I had no idea how his friends would react to me serving them. They'd probably laugh, think it's great, talk about how all women should serve men from now on as they guzzled beer. My boyfriend hadn't given me any other rules or guidelines other than to obey so I decided to act like everything was normal until told otherwise.
My boyfriend came into the kitchen and smiled as I was sticking the mushroom caps in the oven, my ass pointing in his direction. He took this opportunity to grab my ass before putting the beer the guys brought into the fridge.
"Once you're done with the appetizers, bring a selection of beers into the front room for the guys," my boyfriend told me. "I let them in on our little bet and told them to feel free to boss you around."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh great. Thanks for that."
"Don't worry. It'll be fun."
I wasn't sure how fun it'd be but a part of me felt excited by the prospect of a bunch of men bossing me around as if my only purpose in life was to serve them, which I guess for today it was.
I set the timer for the mushrooms and finished with the beer cheese, spreading a bunch of tortilla chips around a plate with the cheese dip in the center. It wasn't the best presentation but it would have to do. These guys didn't have serving platters.
I grabbed a bunch of beers out of the fridge, an assortment as directed, tucking them into my chest with one arm while I grabbed the chips with the other. The coldness of the beers seeped through my shirt, sending a chill through me, causing my nipples to harden. Oh great—just what I needed, to draw more attention to my breasts.
