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Sucker Bet

by The Technician

BDSM, Public Nudity, Public Bondage, Public Humiliation, Slavery

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Mistress Jane Henderson learns the hard way not to bet on a sure thing.

"One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to come to you and show you
a nice, brand new deck of cards on which the seal has not yet been broken. This
man is going to offer to bet you that he can make the jack of spades jump out
of that deck and piss in your ear. Now son, you do not take this bet, for as
sure as you stand there, you are going to wind up with an earful of piss." 

From Sky Masterson's speech about his father's advice - from "Guys and Dolls."
[The wording is as originally written by Damon Runyon in his short story on
which the play was based. For the play, "piss" was changed to "squirt cider."
and the speech became  known as "the earful of cider speech."]

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WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY.
Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All people and
events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and
should not be attempted in real life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between
fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal
territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please
stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first
century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment
of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article.
This story is copyright (c) 2014 by The Technician ( Technician666@Gmail.Com. )

Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for
personal, non-commercial use.  Production of multiple copies of this story on
paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.

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David Williams was known for two things, his absolutely over the top BDSM
parties, and making- and winning- bets on almost anything.

His skill, or luck, when it came to betting was phenomenal. An example of his
almost unbelievable luck occurred last winter when he was at a sports bar
watching his favorite basketball team with several of his friends. It was a
playoff game and his team was down four points with just seconds to go.
Suddenly he offered, "Two hundred says that they still win. Who'll give me five
to one odds on that?"

Jim Stout looked at him over his drink and replied, "I'll take your money."

No sooner had he said that than a forward launched a three-quarter court Hail
Mary shot that swished through the net just before the buzzer. Also just before
the buzzer was the shrill whistle of a ref calling a defensive foul on the
shot, and then another whistle as another referee called a second foul on the
defensive player for pushing the forward into the stands.

The clock was gone, so only the forward went to the free throw line. He had one
for the foul on his shot and two for the following flagrant foul. If he made
all three, they won. If he missed any of them, they lost. His free throw
average was well under 200. Dave turned to Jim and asked, "Want to go double or
nothing?"

Jim laughed and answered, "If you want to give me another hundred, I'll take
it."

But the forward did something he had never done before... something unheard of.
He shot underhand with both arms like a grade schooler on the playground. He
made all three shots, and Master David's favorite team won by one point.

As Jim handed two thousand dollars to Dave he said, "You are the luckiest son
of a bitch alive on the planet. ... That, or you can see into the future." 

David just smiled at him and said, "Either way, you lose." 

Luck like that was what made David Williams' bets legendary, but sometimes it
wasn't luck.  Sometimes it was a setup from the very beginning. David Williams
was also legendary for getting people to accept sucker bets.

He knew every "bar bet" ever devised and had come up with several on his own.
What makes a bet a "bar bet" is that often alcohol is involved in the impaired
thinking process which causes a person to accept such a bet even knowing that
it is most likely a setup that cannot be won.

What makes a bet a sucker bet is not the fact that it cannot be won or that
someone was drunk when they accepted the bet. Then it would just be a bar bet.
A sucker bet is a sucker bet because it is carefully set up in such a fashion
so as to make some sucker think that they can actually win it. A sucker bet
only works if the target truly believes they can win.

Most truly great sucker bets takes days, if not weeks or months of preparation
so that everything is properly in place. But at last month's BDSM party, Dave
proposed, on the spur of the moment, what was possibly his ultimate sucker bet.

Shortly after arriving at the party, Mistress Jane Henderson launched into a
long tirade of derogatory remarks about those Master's who "waste so much rope
just to restrain a submissive." 

Dave  took it personally since it was obvious that the submissive slave she was
referring to was one of his. And he, himself, had tied her to the large oak
tree at the edge of the patio.

David has his petite slave, vanessa, stand naked with her back to the tree and
then swathed her-- and the tree, in soft, thick, black rope from head to foot
so that she looked like a huge caterpillar in a giant black cocoon. The only
things showing were her eyes which peeked out through an intentional gap in the
rope and her nipples which were allowed to poke through between the layers.

Dave had intended it to be erotically artistic, and most of his guests agreed
with him. Mistress Jane obviously did not. "I  assume you think you could do
much better," he said somewhat testily.

"I know I could do much better," she replied, "and I'm willing to put my money
where my mouth is.  I will bet you five thousand dollars that I can tie up a
naked slave so she couldn't get possibly get loose with just three pieces of
rope, each only two feet long."

This was a well-known bar bet among devotees of rope and Dave knew exactly the
tie she was referring to. One rope is tied around the knees, one tied around
the elbows and the third tied in back between the other two ropes pulling them
into a tight hogtie. The result makes escape almost impossible.

The party guests gathered around silently as Dave seemed to consider her offer
for several minutes. Then he made a counter offer. "Let's bet something that
means something," he said, raising his drink to her in a mock salute.

"Money is, after all, just... money. I propose we bet ourselves."  He smiled at
her and took a sip of his drink before continuing. "The bet is this. Since you
think I wasted so much rope artfully tying vanessa to the tree, I will bet that
I can tie YOU naked to that same tree using just one piece of rope, one sex
toy, and one leather belt. And you will have twelve hours in which to try to
get free."

Mistress Jane looked like she was thinking about it. "I promise you," he
continued, "that your body will not touch the tree; the rope will not loop
around your body in any way; your hands and legs will be totally free; and you
will still be unable to escape."

Such extra detail as to how the action of the bet is impossible is one of the
marks of a bar bet, or in this case, a sucker bet. Almost anyone else would
have walked away at this point, but Jane continued to look at him as if she was
actually considering his wager. Then she spoke. "All you have to do is put the
belt around my waist, tie the rope to the belt, and hoist me to the top of the
tree. I wouldn't be able to get free because I would fall."

"Not what I was thinking," Dave replied. "But OK, I promise you, that your body
will not touch the tree; the rope will not loop around your body in any way;
your hands; and legs will be totally free; I will not pull your feet completely
off  the ground, and the rope will not be looped around the belt.  With those
conditions, I will tie you to that tree using only one piece of rope, one belt,
and one sex toy of my choosing. And you will not be able to get free within
twelve hours."

He laughed, lifted his glass once again in salute to her, and added, "And, of
course, you will be naked."

Jane's face was again reflecting her thinking as she considered his wager.

"I won't make you get naked in front of everyone," he continued. "On the
morning of my next party, you show up here before 8:00 am. It will just be the
two of us. At 8:00 o'clock I will tie you to the tree naked. If you get free
before the first guests arrive at 8:00 pm, I will be the one who will be naked
when they arrive and I will be your naked slave for the duration of the party."

He smiled at her, "I think you would enjoy that."

He paused to let her picture that possibility in her mind, then he continued,
"If you are still tied to the tree when the guests arrive, however, you are my
naked slave until morning." He took a sip of his drink and looked out at his
guests before adding, "I know I would enjoy that."

The guests could tell that Jane was now seriously considering the bet. What was
prompting her to accept was that she was absolutely positive that she could
escape. Dave obviously didn't know that she worked her way through college as a
magician's assistant. Part of their act involved her escaping from what seemed
to be impossible bondage proposed or executed by members of the audience. She
smiled as she remembered the three summers in which no fair-goer at any of the
county or state fairs had been able to tie her so that she could not escape in
the twenty minutes allowed. And Dave was proposing twelve hours!

She knew that she would take the bet. She couldn't loose. But she remained
silent hoping to entice Master David into proposing something further.

"OK," he began after a few minutes. "I'll sweeten the bet and give you an out
if things don't go as planned. If you are not free at 8:00 pm, I'll give you a
second chance... a safety bet, if you want to take it at that time. If you can
get free by midnight- an additional four hours, then you are free from the bet.
But if you are still bound when the last stroke of midnight rings from the
clock in the tower of my mansion, you are my slave until the next party."

Jane smiled at him and bit her lip. She was still thinking.

He continued, "And you can ask any of the guests for help in figuring out how
to get out of the bondage. They can't physically help you, but if you haven't
figured it out, maybe they can give you some insight. You can back out of the
bet all the way up to the time I start tying you to the tree, and you don't
even have to consider that second bet unless you can't get free in the first
twelve hours."

Jane finally said something, "Why not start out with the time period being
until the next party. I could have a lot of fun with you in a month."

There was a gasp of appreciation from the gathered guests.  Dave answered in
one word, "Done."

"When would I have to tell you if I accept this bet of yours?" Jane asked.

"If you show up here the morning of the party," Dave replied, "you've accepted
the bet. If not, I will see you at the party."  He laughed. "Actually, I guess
either way I will see you at the party."

Jane looked around at the Masters and Mistresses gathered around them. She
said, "You are all witnesses to the terms of this bet. I am calling upon you to
make sure that he doesn't cheat in any way. One rope, one sex toy, one belt; No
binding of my arms or legs; No rope looped around my body in any way; my feet
stay on the ground; the rope can't loop around the belt, and I can't be
touching the tree."

She stopped and turned back to David. "Just to be sure. Which tree?"

He pointed to the large tree at the edge of the patio where vanessa was still
cocooned in black rope. "That's the tree I've been talking about," he said. "It
should do nicely. Do we have a bet?"

"OK," she answered. "You tie me naked to that tree at 8:00 o'clock on the
morning of your next party.  If I am still there at 8:00 at night- which I
doubt, then I am your slave for a month- until the next party. Or, I take a
second bet that I can, with the help of any guest at the party, figure out how
to get out of the bondage before midnight.. If I get out by midnight, no
slavery for me and you are my slave until the next party, but if I still can't
get out, slavery until..."

She paused. Someone in the crowd yelled out, "A year."

Dave responded, "No, it is a safety bet. The only extra is the humiliation of
an addition four hours tied to the tree during the party. Out by midnight, no
slavery for Mistress Jane... or for me. If she is still there at midnight,
slavery for her until the next party."

Jane nodded her head in agreement.

"That pretty much describes the bet," he answered. Then turning to the crowd
around them, he continued, "And if she takes the bet and is free when you get
here, she will be your host and I will be her naked, obedient slave for the
duration of the party and until the party the following month."

"What are the limits," asked one of the Mistresses in the crowd.

"Nothing permanent, but other than that, no limits, no safeword," Jane
answered.

A gasp went through the crowd. This was a totally slavery bet. The only limit
was time.

David called out, "It is a bet! You are all the witnesses to this wager, so you
are all invited to my next party, fourth Saturday of the month as usual. Arrive
no sooner than 8:00 pm. We want to give Mistress Jane her full time to escape
my clutches."

He then raised his drink in the air and said, "But that is for next time. For
now, I believe that Mistress Robyn has a scene she would like to show us with
her disobedient slave, Melinda."

As people drifted out into the yard to where a naked slave was bound to a Saint
Adrew's Cross, one of the Masters pointed at Mistress Jane and said quietly to
those around him, "That woman is going to end up a slave with an earful of
cider."

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David sat at a table on his back patio sipping a cup of coffee. He personal
valet, Harold, was collecting the breakfast dishes when David said, "Harold,
would you please get an additional cup and place setting for Mistress Jane. The
party is tonight. She should be arriving any moment now."

"Are you sure, sir?" he replied. "I think it was apparent to everyone at your
last party that you were setting her up and that the bet was a trap."

"Yes, that was apparent to ALMOST everyone at the party," David answered with a
laugh. "But what everyone else saw as my trap, Mistress Jane saw as her
opportunity to trap me. Her desire to beat me in this bet blinded her to the
reality in front of her. ... That and her innermost desire to be a slave, not a
Mistress."

"What?" responded Harold in surprise. "I have always seen Mistress Jane as a
strong woman."

"That is because you are neither a Master nor a slave, Harold, merely a devoted
employee. A Master or Mistress would see the weakness behind the facade. A
slave would sense a kindred spirit. I think the only reason that Mistress
Jane's slave gloria doesn't feel that kindred heart is because she, herself, is
not truly a slave at heart.  Gloria is at heart a Mistress, not a slave."

He took a sip of his coffee and surveyed Harold's confused face. "Neither of
them is aware of their true natures... yet," he said with a smile. "But I
believe that will start to change at midnight tonight."

He held up a hand as if to signal for silence. "Ah, I hear the sound of a car
in the driveway. You had best hurry with Mistress Jane's cup."

A few moments later, Harold ushered Mistress Jane Hendersen out the patio doors
onto the patio. She was wearing a simple sundress and sandals and was carrying
an overnight bag. "Good morning Master David," she said merrily as she
approached the table.

"Good morning Mistress Jane," he responded. "Since you are here, I assume that
our little wager is on.

"I've given it a lot of thought," she answered. "I want to see the equipment
you will use first."

"Oh," he responded in a cheery voice. "I wouldn't want to totally spoil the
surprise. How about two out of three? I show you the rope and the belt." He
smiled at her before continuing, "We can let the sex toy be the surprise."

He turned to his valet and said, "Harold, if you would be so kind?"

Harold left and returned a few moments later with a wide, black leather belt
and a coil of very thin, black rope. David took them from him and set them on
the table in front of himself. "This rope," he began, "is Seal Team parachute
line.  It is very thin, but very strong and absolutely not stretchable or
breakable- at least not by human hands. And this," picking up the wide black
belt, "is a special version of a restraint belt."

He formed the belt into a loop and pushed the D-ring-like prong through one of
the slots on the belt. "You can see that the tightness is adjusted by the slot
in which you place the restraint connector. You press it through like that and
twist it 90 degrees to lock it in place. Normally you would lock handcuffs and
ankle chains to the ring, but I am not going to use it like that."

Mistress Jane smiled. She was sure what he was planning now. He would put the
belt tightly around her waist and tie the cord to the restraint loop with some
sort of extremely difficult knot. He was obviously relying on the sex toy to
keep her distracted enough that she would not be able to get the knot loose in
the required twelve hours. She had escaped at the fairs with much more
distraction than that. This was going to be even easier that she thought.

"You have yourself a bet," she said loudly.

"Then let's get you tied up, shall we?" answered David.

He led her over to the edge of the patio beneath the old oak tree and said.
"Take off your dress and stand here with your hands above your head."

She pulled the thin dress over her head. She was wearing nothing beneath it. As
David started to tie a blindfold over her eyes, she said, "You said nothing
about a blindfold!"

"Merely for while I tie you up. It comes off as soon as you are secure."

"Well..." she answered. "OK, but if it stays on, the bet is void."

"Oh, it will not stay on," he promised.

Jane then felt him wrap the belt around her. She gasped in surprise when he
pulled it tight not around her wait, but at her armpits. The belt was above her
breasts yet went under her arms. She felt his hands pull the belt tightly
together and then push the latch buckle through and twist it to hold it in
place. It pushed down hard on the top of her breasts and cut slightly into the
underside of her arms, but it was not painful or unbearable. 

"You think that will keep me from untying the rope?" she asked.

"Oh," he replied. "The rope won't be tied, at least not to the belt."

She felt something very light weight brush against her upheld hands.  Then the
rope touched her shoulders. It was being let down from above and there seemed
to be two ropes, as if it was doubled over. David grabbed the rope and did
something with it and then she could feel it all along the middle of her back.
There were definitely two ropes, or a single rope doubled over.

David pulled the rope slightly away from her body and did something. Then he
said, "Here comes the surprise."

Jane felt something cold between her ass cheeks. Whatever it was felt like a
small metal ball. Then there was pressure on her sphincter and suddenly it was
inside her. She could feel the cold metal ball inside her and cold metal
between her cheeks and against the top of her ass. It was obviously an anal
hook of some sort.

David called out, "Pull it tight, Harold." and suddenly there was pressure on
her anus and tailbone and she was being pulled slightly into the air.

"You can put your hands down now," he said, and then removed the blindfold.

"That's not a sex toy," she said heatedly. "That's an anal hook."

"Ah, but it is a sex toy, and three month ago when we had out little
demonstration of sex toys used in bondage, you used one on your slave, gloria.
You hog-tied her with the anal hook tied to her hair so that she had to keep
her back bowed even more than the tie of her legs and arms created. It was the
only non-rope item you used, so you definitely thought it was a sex toy that
night and I have video to prove it. You even called it your new sex toy."

Jane twisted on her toes so that she could turn herself to face David. "This is
so lame," she said.  "All I have to do is pull the hook out of my ass and I am
free."

"Yes," David chuckled. "That is all you have to do." He then began walking
around her in a tight circle. "So why don't you do that?"

Jane reached behind herself and tried to pull the intruder from her ass, but
there was too much tension on the rope and she was already on tip toe so she
couldn't create any slack.

"The rope doesn't stretch," said David. And it is looped through a Y in the
branch above you so you can't pull it further down and relieve the tension." He
laughed again. "I am afraid that you will be on your toes until the party
begins." Another laugh. "After that, I think that you might be on your knees at
my feet."

Jane wanted to yell, "You Bastard!!" But that would be admitting defeat.
Instead she began testing the limits of her bondage.

Her arms were totally free. He legs were totally free. The only thing truly
holding her in place was the anal hook.

She tried bending over to see if that would allow her to pull it out, but since
the rope went through the belt clasp high on her body, leaning forward merely
increased the tension on the rope and pulled the hook more tightly into her
ass.

She tried to slip out of the belt itself, but could not. If the rope were
actually tied to the belt, she could have put her hands above her head and
easily pulled it over her shoulders. But the rope was not secured to the belt
in any way. It merely went through the loop on the belt. There was nothing to
pull upward on the belt.

She tried grabbing the rope above her head and pulling herself into the air.
But the rope was too thin for her to really get a grip on it and even if she
could lift herself up, there was no way that she could hang with one hand and
reach down with the other to pull the hook free.

She tried moving out to the limits of the rope and moving in a circle to see if
she could stretch the rope, but, as David had informed her, it had been
designed not to stretch.

"If you soil yourself before tonight," said David cheerfully, "I will wash you
down so you won't be embarrassed by your weakness in front of the Masters and
Mistresses."

That was one thing that Jane wasn't worried about, but she wasn't about the
tell David that. She had been supremely confident that she could escape, but
just in case she had thoroughly cleaned herself out and not eaten anything
since. If she had to piss, she would turn in a circle and distribute it around
her so that it would more quickly dry up.

She glared at David and went back and tried everything a second time, but
without success. Eventually Mistress Jane Hendersen was reduced to standing as
close to exactly under the limb as possible to minimize pressure on her ass and
shifting her weight from leg to leg to help stave off the cramps that were
surely to come.

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Party guests began arriving around ten after eight. They each smiled and
commented as they found Mistress Jane still tied beneath the oak. Two of the
Masters stood behind her talking. "Ingeniously simple," one of them said. "I
will have to try a variation of that will my sub," said the other.

Tears began to flow down Jane's face as she realized the truth of her
humiliating defeat. Then David was standing in front of her. "So," he began.
"Do you want to admit defeat and not have to stand around like this until
Midnight, or do you want the safety bet. If you don't get out by midnight, you
are still my slave until the next party. If you do get out, you are free, but
you don't get me at all."

He reached out and lifted her head so that their eyes met. He was holding a
collar and chain in his hands.  "What will it be? Walk behind me on the chain
or continue your dance on the end of the rope until midnight?"

"I'll stay here until midnight," she answered. She was trying to be haughty and
defiant, but she sounded more like a petulant slave whining to her master.

David spoke loudly so that everyone could hear. "Jane has decided to extend her
stay in my little trap. If any of you have any suggestions as to how she can
escape this simple bondage, please feel free to let her know."  Several
eyebrows were raised at his lack of use of "Mistress" in front of her name, but
the title did not seem to apply to this person who was bound naked in front of
everyone with her legs shaking from fatigue.

Gloria, Jane's slave approached. She was wearing, as were most of the slaves at
the party, a very short and diaphanous cover over a black leather micro-bikini
bottom.  "Come to gloat," said Jane sharply.

"No, Mistress, I came to suggest something that might allow you to get free.
But you will have to entice one of the men to fuck you while you are tied up."

Jane's face contorted in rage. She screamed out, "You are just trying to cause
me to humiliate myself further. You have always been a troublesome and useless
slave. The first thing I will do when I return as your Mistress is to sell you
to someone who can beat some obedience into your thick head!"

Gloria did not respond to Jane's rage. Nor did she cower before her. Instead
she stood tall and said quietly, "We will see. We will see."

 = = = = = = = = = = =

At midnight Jane was still tethered to the tree. Somewhere between 10:30 and
11:00 she had lost control of her bladder and wet the ground beneath her. The
shame was apparent on her face and the redness spread throughout her body when
someone in the crowd began applauding. As the clapping rose in volume, she
tried to pull away, but there was no place to go.  She was stuck on display on
the patio as the urine splattered on the ground. All she could do was hang her
head in shame. Soon the water of her tears also wet the pavement beneath her.

Shortly after midnight, David walked out and stood before her.  He called out
loudly, "Harold, release the rope," and suddenly the tension which had been
holding her on her toes for 16 hours was gone. David caught her as she slumped
to the pavement and lowered her to the floor.

Gloria ran up with a damp rag and began to wipe her forehead. "I wish you had
taken my advice," she said. There was genuine sorrow in her voice.  "Then you
would have been able to get free."

Jane slapped Gloria's arm away from her face and snarled, "Don't pretend that
you would have been able to get out of this. I couldn't do it in 16 hours! You
wouldn't have a chance in hell of getting out in 16 years!"

"Would you be willing to bet on that?" Gloria asked in a very icy voice.  She
stood up alongside the prone woman. "I will bet you that I can get out of this
bondage in 16 minutes. If I can't, I will take your place as Master David's
slave for the next month. But if I can, after your servitude to Master David is
complete, you will take your proper place as my slave and I will be the
Mistress from now on."

The collective gasp from those attending punctuated her final words.

Jane laughed slightly and then looked over to Master David. "Would you agree to
the substitution?" she asked. 

David nodded his head.  Then he asked, "Would you agree to slavery if you
loose?"

"I will not lose," she spat back. "It's not possible to get out of this in 16
minutes. I couldn't do it in 16 hours. Gloria will be your slave for the next
month. Next month gloria will once again be my slave and I will teach her the
truth of her place in life. At your party two months from now, I will use her
as the subject for a demonstration of the latest caning and paddle techniques.
"

Gloria looked out on the crowd.  All eyes were on her as she said, "You are
witnesses to this bet." Then she turned to David and said, "I would appreciate
if the equipment were cleaned up before it was used on me."

"Of course," David answered, and Harold took the belt and anal hook back into
the house. A few moments later he returned.  There was a slight smell of
disinfectant as he handed the two items to David.

Gloria removed what little clothing she was wearing and walked to the spot
where Jane had been tethered. "Please put your hands above your head," David
said softly. There was a ripple of murmuring in the crowd.  He was treating
Gloria as an equal... as a Mistress rather than as a slave.

The belt was pulled two positions tighter on Gloria than it had been on Jane.
One position was because she was slightly smaller than Jane. The second, which
took some tugging, was so that no one could say that it was easier for her.

David fed the rope through the restraint loop, locking it in place.  Then he
fed the rope through the eye on the end of the anal hook. Pulling the loop back
over the hook and the rope caused it to wrap securely in a slip-knot around the
metal of the eye.

As he pulled the anal hook upward between Gloria's ass cheeks, she wiggled
slightly to better allow it entrance. Then David gave a hand signal and Harold
pulled the rope until Gloria was brought up on her tip toes. Then he securely
tied it off. 

No one could say that things were being made easy for Gloria. She was, if
anything, higher on her toes than Jane had been.

David stood in front of her and said, "Sixteen minutes begins right now," and
he started a timer app on his phone.

Gloria closed her eyes and stood very still for a moment and then began to sway
on the rope. Her body was writhing as she ground herself against the hook which
pulled at her ass. "Oh," she exclaimed, "I didn't expect that!"  

She rotated her ass to move the hook as much as possible within herself. "That
feels sooooo good." She said breathlessly. "I never dreamt it would feel like
this. I can't believe how turned on I am."

Jane whispered to a Mistress next to her, "As I thought. Just an excuse to get
some attention and a good fucking in public." Then she laughed.

Gloria began to stroke her own breasts and pull on her nipples as she began to
grunt and cry out in passion. She put both hands between her legs and began
rubbing herself giving a grunting cry of "Oh! Oh! Oh!" with each stroke.

"I need somebody to fuck me!" she screamed out. "I don't care if I can't get
out. I don't care if it is a Master or a slave or a Mistress with a strap-on, I
need somebody to fuck me!"

Several of the Masters stepped closer, but one of the Mistresses who was
standing further back said, "I think we should give one of the slaves a treat."
Then she called out, "donald!"

A large, muscular, nearly naked man rushed to her side. "Be a good boy and take
care of this slave in heat," she said with a laugh.

He quickly whipped his short toga over his head and rushed to stand in front of
Gloria. She pushed herself toward him undulating her body and calling out,
"Fuck me.  Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

She was held in the upright position by the belt and the anal hook prevented
entry from the rear, so the slave, donald, bent his knees slightly and pushed
himself forward between Gloria's legs. She grabbed him by the neck and pulled
him tightly to herself. Soon she was bouncing on his prick with her legs
wrapped around his waist.

Evidently, he had been deprived for some time because it only took him a minute
or two to climax. He yelled out as he ejaculated within her, but she continued
to grind against him for almost another minute. Then she said almost quietly,
"Let me down, donald."

He did, and she stood flat on her feet in front of him. In her hand was the
anal hook. She had reached around behind herself while he had her lifted up and
pulled it from her body.

She slipped the rope over the end of the hook and then pulled it free of the
eye at the top.  She reached over her head and pulled the now slack rope upward
through the belt's restraint loop.

"That meets the requirement of freeing myself," she said matter-of-factly. "But
to be sure everyone is satisfied, don't stop the clock just yet."

She then reached over her head and twisted the release loop which was holding
the belt tight around her. A moment later it was lying at her feet. "What's the
time?" she asked David.

"Seven minutes," he responded.

She walked over to him, or more exactly to Jane who stood next to him. "I tried
to tell you what to do, but you wouldn't listen. That cost you dearly...
slave!"

Harold hurried to her side and handed her a white robe that was more of a
wrap-around dress. He also handed her a pair of white, high-heeled shoes.

After Mistress Gloria had clothed herself, she turned to address the gathered
crowd. "Next month, after this slave's servitude to Master David is completed,
we will have a collaring ceremony. I have already chosen a name for her. It is
`sucker bet'. Every time I address her, she will be reminded of what put her in
this state. And her name will proclaim to the world the weakness which changed
her from Mistress to slave."

Slave sucker bet stared out at the crowd and openly wept and wailed like the
slave she now was.

"Oh!" Gloria suddenly said, "And the month after that, we will still have that
demonstration of the latest caning and paddle techniques which Mistress Jane
promised you, except the former mistress Jane will be the subject of that
demonstration, and I, Mistress Gloria, will be the one who demonstrates the
proper techniques."

David looked out at the crowd and asked, "Would anyone like to bet on how many
strokes of the cane it will take to totally break sucker bet?"

"It will be a while before anyone takes one of your bets again," someone yelled
from the crowd.

"Wanna bet?" he replied with a laugh and offered his arm to Mistress Gloria as
they walked back into the house with former mistress Jane, now slave sucker
bet, pulled along behind them by her collar chain.

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"How do you do it?" Mistress Gloria asked. 

"How do I do what?" he answered.

"How do you know when someone is going to take one of your bets?" she replied.

David laughed. "It comes to me in a flash," he said. When Gloria stopped and
looked at him with her hands on her hips, he continued. "Literally, it comes to
me in a flash image of something from the future, or at least something from my
mind telling me what the future might be."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"When Jane started her diatribe against the use of so much rope, I suddenly had
a vision of her being led naked by a chain that was attached to a slave's
collar. No, actually, it wasn't attached to the collar. It was attached to two
smaller chains which went through D rings on the sides of the collar and down
her back to where they attached to an anal hook."

He turned and smiled broadly at Mistress Gloria. "That's when I knew that Jane
was actually a slave and you were actually a Mistress. The collar and anal hook
gave me the idea for the bet and from the image, I knew that she would take
that bet and that she would lose."

Mistress Gloria stared at him in surprise. "You weren't seeing the future," she
replied. "You were reading my mind.  What you saw was exactly what I was
thinking. I wanted her naked and being led by her ass through the party. I was
thinking about how I could do that."

"So maybe the present was the inspiration for the future rather than the other
way around." he replied. "In either case you are now Jane's Mistress and next
month, you can lead her through the party in your specially designed collar and
hook."

"Wait a minute," Mistress Gloria suddenly said. "When you saw the collar, were
there two D rings or three?  Did the chains drop down over her shoulders or
come around the collar to a common ring in the back before going down to the
anal hook?"

"Now that you mention it," David said with a shrug, "there were three rings.
The one in the back was mounted horizontally rather than vertically.  Why do
you ask?"

"Because I didn't think of that until I was hanging under the tree and realized
that the hook would wobble badly from side to side unless it were held upright
like it was through that belt."  Her eyes widened. "You were seeing the future.
That's how you win your bets!  You know how things are going to come out!"

"Not always," he replied, "and I can never depend on it. But when it happens,
it is often very interesting... and very profitable."

"That's how you knew your team would win in the playoffs last winter."

Master David laughed as he replied, "No, that was pure luck.  I was trying to
lose that bet. You have to lose once in a while or nobody will take your
wagers. That $200 loss would have set up the next six months worth of bets. I
had no idea they could pull off a win. I won two thousand, but no one would
take any of my bets until last month when Jane fell into my trap. I would have
been better off losing."

"So," Mistress Gloria asked, "what do you see in the future now?"

"Well," he responded, "After the party, I see you and me having a lot of fun
with our new slave and then topping off the night with some fantastic sex."

"Maybe I should start making some bets," she replied with a smile. "I see the
same thing."

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