Losing a bet to my girlfriend - Sex Stories

Losing a bet to my girlfriend

"Full house," I said triumphantly, laying down three kings and two tens. "That's very impressive, dear," she said. "But I've got three aces and two jacks." I stared in disbelief as she laid her cards on the table. "Let's see, that means that I've won three hands, and you've won two. Hmmmm.... What shall I do with my winnings? I wonder...." I laughed at her attempt to play coy. We both knew what her winning this tie-breaker meant: For the rest of the day, she would have total control over my body, and any disobedience on my part would result in some form of punishment, and if I really got out of line, she could decide that I forfeit the rights to my body for a second day in a row. I shuddered internally at the thought. "You don't look too disappointed at losing," she said. "Are you sure you were playing to win?" "I always play to win," I replied. "It's just that in this game I win no matter what." We both laughed. "I was looking forward to putting you through some unique submission, but that will just have to wait until next time, I suppose." "That's right. So go into the bedroom and strip completely naked. Now." Without argument I stood up and walked toward the bedroom. After several months of dating, we finally moved into a place together. This weekend, her daughter was away with her father, so we had the entire house and weekend to ourselves. Such moments were precious to us both, so we made the most of them. As I stripped, my Domme entered the room. "I think you'll be ...

... Natalie for today." Ah, so I was to be feminized. I had no objections. "Go get your clothes." I walked over to our closet and unlocked the large trunk within that held all of our kinky clothes, toys, and equipment. "Get your rubber suit and the black lingerie." Lovingly, I picked up the articles that she demanded, and brought them over to the bed. The lingerie was my size, or at least my size when I'm wearing the rubber catsuit. The catsuit was a marvel of rubber textile technology. Shiny red in color, it fits my body like a tight glove. However, it also has a few important features. At the waist, it has extra material to augment my hips, making them more feminine; it does the same for my breasts. It also has a hood with long, beautiful blond hair coming out of the top, just like a wig. Finally, it has a detachable crotch that allows my penis either to be exposed, or to be tightly confined behind a very well-sculpted vulva. With the crotch in place, I look very, very womanly. After applying some talc powder, I quickly put my legs in the suit, brought it up to my arms and put them in the sleeves, and my Mistress helped me zip up the back and to put the hood over my head. In the end the only part of my flesh that was exposed was my face. "I love looking at you in that suit," Mistress said. My submission and feminization were major turn-ons for her, and I could see the excitement in her eyes. "Now for the lingerie," she said. Although I like wearing the lingerie directly on my skin, ...