LOST BET . . .

 

 

I watched her grow up next door to us, and yes, underage is not only illegal, it's Taboo, plus being Married seven years, with a child . . . there's four solid reasons to Never Act On my Day Dreams . . . and I haven't . . . until she hit 18 several months ago. Shannon was a mix of several races, which easily made her one of the most beautiful girls I've ever met.

 

Standing before me, I'm getting lost in her deep brown eyes, her long straight dark brown hair with hints of burgundy in it, her smile . . . which right now is one showing how proud she is with a job well done. What job you may be asking? The job of tying me up . . . completely helpless . . . in our Basement . . . on a Friday Night . . . with my Family out of town.

 

Ok, I still have two of those four reasons to have not done anything with Shannon . . . but my God! She developed so quickly . . . was always so Nice and Flirty and wanted to play. Leaning over me in my chair, with her perfect sized breast pushing hard against her white cotton tank top . . . and that large ruffled pink skirt . . . she knew these were my favorites and wore them on purpose. Knowing my cock would be hard very early on . . . and she was right.

 

As the ruffles of her pink skirt brushed against my naked knee, my cock jumped up and down on it's own. Pulling hard at the ropes holding me tightly in my chair, I couldn't get them to budge. When I took the bet, I had no idea she brought so much rope. Struggle all I want, I was just as helpless now as I was an hour ago when she looked at her phone and said, "Ready . . . Set . . . Go!"

 

Her awesome smile grew larger causing her cute little cheeks to lift up a little as the timer on her phone finished counting down . . . {5} . . . {4} . . . {3} . . . {2} . . . {1} . . . {Beeeeeep!} Resting her hands on the inside of her thighs, leaning over more "Looks like I Won" says Shannon very proudly.

 

Slowly I shake my head yes. I so wanted to win the 'You have to do everything I say for the next 24 hours without question' bet. I had so many ideas running through my head for Shannon to do . . . but I guess it's not happening . . . not this time . . .

 

Shannon double checks, "So I Won, Right?" I nod yes. She says, "No! I'm in charge of you . . . I'm . . . Mistress Shannon now. When I ask a question . . . you will answer me properly. Yes or No Mistress Shannon." Ok, so this is going in a different direction then I thought it would once I realized I couldn't get free.

 

Really thought I'd be mowing her lawn, getting her shopping done or washing her car in a speedo or something. Well, truth be told, I'm liking this version of Shannon . . . I mean Mistress Shannon better.

 

She asks me again, still leaning over my helplessly tied body, "I Won the bet, Right?" I respond, "Yes, Mistress Shannon." "And that means you have to do EVERY THING I say for the next 24 hours, Right?" With no other option, I say, "Yes, Mistress Shannon."

 

Mistress Shannon finishes with, "Because if I let you go and you don't follow my every command, I will never play any of your games ever again." I've learned to live for these games and can't do without them, so my only response is, "I Promise to Do Everything you Command me to, Mistress Shannon."