‘What do you mean, did I want a bet on the result?’ Asked Dave.
He hated talking football with females, especially with his wife and sister in law. He was trying to watch the game on TV when they both came home. They pretended to show an interest just to annoy Dave.
‘I bet United beat City 6-4.’ Said Nikki, his sister in law.
‘6-4?’ Laughed Dave. ‘I tell you what, if more than 6 goals are scored in the game it would be a miracle.’
‘OK.’ Nikki said. ‘I bet there are more than 6 goals scored.’ Nikki looked at Mary and winked.
‘You’re on. What do you bet £10?’ Challenged Dave.
‘Is that all?’
‘£20 then.’ Dave was sure he’d win.
‘Lets make it more interesting. How about the loser becomes the winners slave for the weekend!’ Said Mary.
Dave and Nikki looked at each other. They both nodded their agreement, and the deal was done. They even wrote it down and signed it to make it official.
‘I cant wait until the weekend.’ Smiled Dave.
‘Me neither.’ Said Nikki. ‘I’ve got plenty of chores and things that need doing.’
They all settled down to watch the game. Dave knew that both the teams had the best defensive record in the league, and it would be a tight game. Disaster struck early on when City’s goalkeeper got injured and the substitute had to come on. Then with half time approaching the substitute goalkeeper got sent off for a foul, and with no goalkeeper left, a striker had to go in goal. 1-0 to City at half time.
Second half started. 2-0. 3-0. 4-0. Dave was starting to look nervous.
‘Do you want to start calling me Mistress now slave?’ Nikki laughed.
‘There is only ten minutes left, I cant see three goals going in now.’ Said Dave.
Another penalty was awarded. 5-0. Five minutes left. 6-0. One minute left. Another penalty!!!
The goalkeeper saves it, but it hits the post and goes in. 7-0! Final whistle goes.
Dave stares at the TV in shock and horror. The two girls, Nikki especially dance with joy.
‘I’ve got a slave, I’ve got a slave.’ Nikki sang.
It was Thursday night so Dave had one day left to try and get out of it. It was no good. He would have to get it over and done with. How humiliating. Dave was instructed to report to his sister in law at 8am Saturday. Mary would bring him, as she wanted to spend the weekend and enjoy the occasion. They arrived as arranged.
‘Come in.’ Shouted Nikki from the living room. ‘Except for the slave. It must make three cups of tea and bring them in here.’
Dave brought in the tea and was shocked to see his mother in law there too.
‘Slave, kneel in the middle of the room.’ Instructed Nikki.
Mary and June, his mother in law looked on with amusement. This should teach him to be so big headed and sexist.
‘From now on, until you leave you will address us all as Mistress. You will not speak until you are spoken to. And you will obey our commands without question and immediately. Do you understand?’ Asked Nikki.
‘All three of you?’
‘YES.’ Shouted Nikki. ‘How dare you question me. What have I just said?’ She looked really mad. ‘You are my slave, as we agreed. That means you serve whom I tell you to serve. Is THAT clear?’
‘OK.’ He mumbled.
‘Sorry I didn’t hear that.’
‘Yes mistress.’ Dave said. He looked at his wife and her mother. They were really enjoying watching him squirm.
‘Now kiss my feet.’ Instructed Nikki. ‘And then kiss my mothers and Marys.’
Dave did so. He could feel his face glow as June laughed at him and offered her other foot. He was given a list of chores that needed doing. Ironing. Washing up. Cooking the meals. Running to the shops, and many other domestic duties including cleaning the toilet, which he had do every time it was used.
The three women were drinking wine all day, served by their slave. As the drink took its toll, they became more horny and was getting turned on by their new found power.
‘I think he should be naked.’ Said Mary. ‘As one of your Mistresses, I demand that you strip for us.’
Dave stood in the middle of the room and started taking his clothes off. To make it interesting June put some music on for him to dance and strip to. The women couldn’t take their eyes off of his body, and their imaginations were running wild.
‘Girls.’ Said Mary. ‘I know he’s my husband, but I give you permission to do what you like to him this weekend.’