“Obedient sexual slave.” The Chief was mostly amused at my losing the first bet.
I don’t know how to tell him (or if I should tell him) about the rest. About now
the Chief comes back in with a tray with some coffee cups & cookies on it. He
sets it down turns to me and says, “Unless you still have something to bet, I
expect we’re through.” Luckily I’m still blushing or the flush I could feel would
have given something away. This has definitely gotten out of hand. J, with great
ceremony, returns my shirt, which I put on while we eat our cookies and drink the
coffee. J and The Chief go to the living room. I follow, and sit v-e-r-y
carefully (J only gave back the shirt). After the cookies are gone and J is
making the “I’m on my way out” motions, he stops and asks me what time dinner is
on Friday. “Seven,” I stammer. “That would be wonderful,” he says. He gathers up
his winnings, returns my tights to me, kisses me on the cheek and saying goodbye
to the Chief, leaves. “Well you surely know how to spice up a low stakes card
game.” The Chief tells me as we go up to bed. “You don’t know the half of it!” I
think to myself. Anyway, I didn’t hear from J until Wednesday. He called me
during the day and wanted to know if we were still on for Friday. I could feel
myself redden. I duck my own embarrassment by answering only the question he
asks. I reply that sure, we’re on or something like that. As I sit there
listening to him, I’m breathing faster, becoming anxious, and at the same time,
becoming quite horny. I’ve been putting this out of my mind as if I couldn’t
quite believe that he’d appear or that anything would happen. His voice disturbs
that. While I’m dealing with these emotions, he tells me quietly that I don’t
have to have him come over. Not sure how to react, I heard myself tell him that
it was fine. Taking a deep breath, I tell him that I always pay off my debts.
…End of the part7. To be continued..
