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A quick introduction to our main characters; firstly, we have Andrew, 20 years old,, 5′ 3”, brown hair, blue eyes and a kinky alter ego hiding behind a quiet exterior. Then there’s Emma, 18, 6′ 0”, blonde hair, and stunning blue eyes. She was your stereotypical virgin; super shy, super quiet, and super hot. The pair were close throughout their childhood, and their friendship continued to grow as they did.
The two were hanging out at Andrew’s house on a dull Sunday afternoon when he came up with an interesting suggestion.
Andrew suggested they try and guess who wins in a football (soccer) match which is starting soon on another channel and then Emma says “How about we make it a bet” and Andrew replies “Hmm that’s not a bad idea but no point just betting for no reason, there has to be something extra”
Emma: Well, I haven’t got any money to bet with.
Andrew: Okay. Well, you don’t always need money for a bet.
Emma: Oh?
Andrew: There are other ways to “pay off” a debt.
Emma: Like how?
Andrew: The loser could do dares, or they could be the winner’s slave for a certain amount of time?
Emma: How about this – the winner uses the loser as a slave for a day? What do you think?
Andrew: I like. A lot.
Emma: Thanks!
Andrew: So is that the bet then?
Emma: Wait, what, are we really going to do this?
Andrew: Yes!
Emma: Hmm, okay.
Andrew: Shake on it?
*shakes hands*
The match they were betting on was between Manchester United and Manchester City. Emma, being a huge Man City supporter, naturally picked for her team to win. This left Andrew with the more high profile Man United, however, Man City had bought some bright new players and looked a promising competition.
Andrew and Emma then get comfortable and watch the match on sky sports. It wasn’t long until the first goal; Wayne Rooney scoring for United in the first two minutes.
Emma: Still early days yet.
The rest of the first half was pretty un-eventful, with City equalising in the fournteenth minute.
Emma: What if no-one wins?
Andrew: Well, then no-one wins the bet. But that’s not gonna happen.
Emma: Oh? What makes you think that?
Andrew: United are the far better team!
Emma: That doesn’t mean they’re gonna win though. They’ve been out played by City so far, apart from one lucky goal.
Andrew: Yeah, but United always pull it out the bag.
Emma: Yeah sure, but not today.
The second half gets off to a great start for United as they score within the first few minutes, bringing them back in the lead. It’s not long until City counter-attack and bring the score level, before United slip through their defences and bring the score to 3-2.
Andrew: Are you sure you still wanna go through with the bet? *laughs*
Andrew was certain United would win, but started to worry when City levelled in the 90th minute. The official puts up the board awarding four minutes extra time, and in the last few seconds, Michael Owen steals back the win for United, ending the score on 4-3.
Emma: Erm, about the bet.
Andrew: Yes?
Emma: We were only joking. Right?
Andrew: *laughs* No! A bet is a bet. We shook on it, remember?
Emma: Yes, yes, I remember.
Andrew: Good.
Emma: So how does this work?
Andrew: Okay, we need to find time when one of us will have our house to ourselves.
Emma: Well, my parents are going away next week?
Andrew: That’s perfect! Tuesday fine for you?
Emma: Yeah I suppose, get it over and done with.
Andrew: Good, I’ll come over at half 5 in the afternoon and we’ll start at 6.
Emma then heads home, wondering and worrying about what Andrew will make her do. She trusts him wholeheartedly, but that doesn’t stop the nerves wracking through her body.
Andrew arrives at the house to find a very nervous Emma. In an attempt to calm her, hes its her down to explain the rules.
Andrew: Okay these are the rules: *lists on fingers*
1: You must call me Master at all times,
2: You must obey and trust me at all times,
3: You may only speak when spoken to,
And if you break any of these rules you’ll be punished, okay?
Emma: Okay, I guess.
Andrew: I guess?
Emma: Well I have no choice; I lost the bet so this is the pay off.
Andrew: Good, we’ll start soon so get comfortable.
*Emma and Andrew sit down on couch. Emma waits anxiously as the clock ticks closer to 6:30.*
Andrew grows a big smile on his face.
Andrew: It’s time.
Emma: Okay, so what now?
Andrew: Ah, now what did I say?
Emma: What?
Andrew: Since you’re my slave you must now only speak when spoken to.
Emma: That’s not fair!
Andrew: You will be punished later for rudeness. Now, take off your shoes.
Emma: What?
Andrew: I said, take off your shoes.
Emma: Why?
Andrew: Are you questioning me?
Emma: No, I’m just curious.
Andrew: So take them off.
Emma: Yes, yes, okay.
Andrew: Shouldn’t you be calling me something?
Emma: Erm, maybe?
Andrew: It’s ‘Yes, Master’, I’ll let you off for now, but in future you must call me bahçelievler escort Master.
Emma: Okay Master.
Andrew: Good. Now take your shoes off.
Emma: Yes master
*Emma takes off her shoes and puts them on the ground*
Andrew: Good. Now the socks.
*Emma slips off socks and throws them to the floor*
Andrew: Very good.
Andrew: Now put your feet up.
Emma: Okay Master.
*Andrew begins to rub Emma’s feet*
Emma: Thank you Master.
Andrew: It’s my pleasure.
*Emma begins to think that this isn’t so bad*
Andrew: Are you enjoying yourself slave?
Emma: Yes Master.
Andrew: That’s good.
*Andrew stops rubbing Emma’s feet*
Andrew: Okay, now strip to your underwear.
Emma: What? You’re joking, right?
Andrew: No I am not, do it now.
Emma: Okay.
Andrew: And you will be punished for hesitating.
Emma: Okay Master.
*Emma pulls up her t-shirt and pulls it off, then puts it on the floor*
Andrew: Hmm nice! Now your bottoms.
*Emma slides her jeans down her leg and drops them to the floor*
Andrew: Very nice. Do you know people think you stuff your bra? Now, answer me honestly; do you?
Emma: No Master.
Andrew: Good, this should be interesting.
Emma: What should Master?
Andrew: Take off the bra and show me.
Emma: Okay Master.
*Emma un-clips bra and slips it off. She crosses her arms over her bare chest.*
Andrew: What are you doing slave?
Emma: I’m covering my modesty.
Andrew: I told you to show me, now do as you’re told and show me.
Emma: But Master, you can see that I don’t stuff.
Andrew: True, but I want solid proof. Put your hands by your sides, now..
Emma: Okay Master.
*Emma puts hands by sides*
Emma: Happy now?
Andrew: Yes, very. But there’s no need to be cheeky, is there? I’ll have to teach you about that.
Emma: Yes Master.
Andrew: Are you shaved?
Emma: Excuse me Master?
Andrew: Is your pussy shaved?
Emma: No Master.
Andrew: Show me. Take your panties off and then put your hands by your side.
*Emma slides her panties off, drops them to the floor and puts her hands by her side*
Andrew: Hmm. No, no, no! This won’t do! Have you ever shaved?
Emma: No Master.
Andrew: Well, you need to. Do you have a waxing kit?
Emma: Yes Master.
Andrew: Go get it, now.
Emma: Yes Master.
*Emma goes upstairs to fetch waxing kit*
Andrew: Good slave. Now, you know what I want — wax your pussy.
Emma: But Master, that would be very painful!
Andrew: *sighs* But your punishment for not doing what you’re told will be much worse.
Emma: Okay Master.
Andrew: Good.
*Emma places waxing strips over her pussy to shave*
Andrew: Okay good, now go on.
*Emma very carefully starts to pull off the strips*
Andrew: No, no, no! Do it like this…
Andrew: Do it like this
*Andrew quickly yanks all the strips off at once*
*Emma lets out a yell*
Emma: Why Master?
Andrew: We don’t have all day. I’ve got other things to be doing to you.
Emma: Okay Master.
Andrew: How does your pussy feel now?
Emma: It hurts, and I need to pee.
Andrew: Hmm, okay. Well, you may go to the toilet.
Emma: Thank you Master.
*Emma heads to toilet*
Andrew: Wait! Where are you going?
Emma: The toilet – you said I could Master.
Andrew: Oh, yes I did, but I didn’t say where.
Emma: Oh?
Andrew: Go out to your back garden and pee like a dog.
Emma: Yes Master.
*Emma walks over and opens the back door. Gingerly, she makes her way outside, gets down on all fours and pisses like a dog.*
Andrew: How was that slave?
Emma: Scary Master.
Andrew: Why?
Emma: Because people could’ve seen me Master.
Andrew: And?
Emma: I’m naked and taking a piss outside Master.
Andrew: Okay, well, I understand you being embarrassed about peeing, but you shouldn’t be embarrassed about being naked.
Emma: Why Master?
Andrew: You have an amazing body and I think people should see it.
*Emma blushes*
Emma: Thank you Master.
Andrew: You’re welcome. This leads me nicely onto my next activity for you anyway.
Emma: What do you want me to do Master?
Andrew: I want you to ring three friends and tell them to come over.
Emma: Okay Master… but if they come over they’ll see me naked.
Andrew: And?
Emma: Yes Master, I will call them.
*Emma calls her first friend, Heather. The two are very close friends.*
Emma: Hi.
Heather: Hey. What’s up?
Emma: Me and Andrew are bored, wanna come over?
Heather: Sure, but just gimme an hour or so, I’ve got some stuff to do.
Emma: Okay cool, see you then.
Heather: Bye.
Emma: Bye.
Andrew: She coming over?
Emma: Yes Master, but not for another hour.
Andrew: Okay, good slave. Next person.
Emma: Okay.
*Emma bağcılar escort rings Jennifer*
Emma: Hey.
Jennifer: Hey, how’re you?
Emma: I’m good, just wondered if you wanted to come over to mine? Andrew’s here and Heather’s coming over in about an hour or so.
Jennifer: Yeah sure, I’ll be over in like 15 minutes.
Emma: Okay cool.
Jennifer: See ya.
Emma: Bye!
Andrew: Well?
Emma: She said she’d be over in 15 minutes.
Andrew: Okay, the last friend must be a guy.
Emma: Okay Master.
*Emma rings Paul*
Emma: Hi Paul.
Paul: Hi. How’s things?
Emma: Great! Yourself?
Paul: Same.
Emma: Wanna come over?
Paul: Erm, maybe.
Emma: Okay, well Andrew is over at the moment.
Paul: Hmm, maybe I’ll drop by later.
Emma: Okay.
Paul: Bye.
Emma: Bye.
Andrew: What did he say?
Emma: He said he might come over later.
Andrew: Oh, well that’s not good!
Emma: Why Master?
Andrew: Well if anyone doesn’t come you’ll get a severe punishment.
Emma: Okay Master.
*Andrew and Emma wait for people to arrive*
Andrew: Apart from me, has anyone ever seen you naked?
Emma: No Master.
Andrew: Well then, this should be interesting!
*Doorbell rings*
Andrew: Well?
Emma: Well what Master?
Andrew: Are you gonna get that?
Emma: Yes Master.
*Emma walks to open front door*
Emma: Hi Jen.
*Jen looks in shock and then starts laughing*
Jennifer: What? Why? How?
Emma: I lost a bet.
Jennifer: Oh?
Emma: Yeah, me and Andrew had a bet on the Manchester Derby; who ever lost had to be a slave for a day.
Jennifer: Wow!
Emma: I know! *laughs* So, are you gonna come in, or are you gonna let passers by get a good look?
Jennifer: Sure, I’ll come in.
Emma: Thanks.
*Jennifer and Emma walk into the sitting room*
Jennifer: Hi Andy!
Andrew: Hi. Did Emma explain why she’s naked?
Jennifer: Oh yes! *Giggles*
Andrew: Good.
*Emma stands in corner covering up*
Andrew: What are you doing Emma?
Emma: Covering myself Master.
Andrew: I don’t think so! Hands back by your side!
*Emma puts hands by sides*
*Jennifer laughs*
Jennifer: Why is your pussy red?
Emma: He made me wax it.
Jennifer: Ouch! What else did he make you do?
Emma: He made me pee outside, whilst naked I might add!
Jennifer: Ha!
Andrew: Like a dog, too.
Jennifer: Oh my god I think my side is gonna split, this is hilarious!
Emma: Will you stop! This is so not funny!
Jennifer: Sorry can’t help it, I’m sure you would laugh if it was me.
Emma: Yeah…..I probably would to be fair.
Andrew: So what now?
Jennifer: I actually could do with a cup of tea.
Andrew: Okay cool…how about I make my slave do it?
Jennifer: Yes please!
Andrew: Well slave, you heard her, make her a cup of tea.
Emma: Yes Master.
Andrew: Oh, and get some biscuits too.
Emma: Yes Master.
*Emma goes off into the kitchen to make the tea and get biscuits*
Jennifer: Wow I still can’t believe this!
Andrew: I know me neither; she’s getting us biscuits too!
Jennifer: Not that! God, you’re such an idiot sometimes!
Andrew: Yeah but in general I’m a genius.
Jennifer: Yeah sure, believe whatever you want to.
Andrew: I will thank you! *Grins*
*Emma returns with tea and biscuits*
Andrew: Do you want sugar in your tea?
Jennifer: Yes. Emma will you get me some? *Giggles*
Andrew: Yeah, what she said! *laughs*
*Emma gets the sugar*
Andrew: Good.
Emma: Andrew, I can’t do this anymore, can I please get dressed?
Andrew: What?! But I thought you were enjoying this?
Emma: No I’m not. I don’t care how much it costs, I want out!
Andrew: Jen, would you excuse us for a moment? Emma, upstairs with me, now.
Emma: Fine.
*Emma and Andrew go upstairs to Emma’s bedroom*
Andrew: Okay, here’s the thin; this is priceless to me. You can’t pay any sum of money to stop this. Because you can’t seem to understand this, you need to be punished.
Emma: Ah.
Andrew: Bend over.
Emma: But Master!
Andrew: NOW!
Emma: Okay!
*Emma bends over*
Andrew: Okay good.
*Andrew smacks Emma’s arse.*
*Emma moans*
Emma: Did you have to go so hard?
Andrew: Yes, and trust me this is only the start.
*Andrew smacks Emma’s cheeks four more times*
Andrew: How do you feel?
Emma: Okay, I guess. It stings, but not much.
Andrew: Hmm.
*Andrew takes off belt and smacks Emma with it ten times. Emma screams.*
Emma: Okay, okay! I’ll obey, I swear Master!
Andrew: Very good.
*Doorbell rings*
Andrew: Now, go and greet our next guest.
Emma: Okay Master.
*Emma goes downstairs to answer door*
Emma: Hi.
Heather: What the hell Emma?
Emma: What?
Heather: ümraniye escort When did you become a nudist?
Emma: Erm, I’m not a nudist.
Heather: Well it looks like you are!
Emma: Yeah, well…
*Emma explains the bet*
Heather: Why did you agree to that?
Emma: I don’t know!
Heather: God you can be so stupid sometimes, you know that right?
Emma: Yes, yes I know! Are you gonna argue over this or are you coming in?
Heather: Fine, I’ll come in.
Andrew: Hi Heather!
*Heather gives him an evil look*
Andrew: Damn someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed!
Heather: Why are you such an ass?
Andrew: She lost, fair and square!
Heather: Yeah, but you could have some class.
Andrew: Whatever. Anyone up for food?
Everyone: Yes please!
Andrew: Cool, I know a place to order from.
*Andrew rings to order food*
Emma: I’m sorry Heather.
Heather: Whatever, what’s done is done.
Andrew: Okay they said it would be about 20 minutes. Emma, get dressed.
Emma: Really?
Andrew: Yes, but I’m choosing what you wear.
Emma: Okay.
*Andrew and Emma go upstairs*
Andrew: Okay, this is what I want you to wear; your highest heels and tube top, that’s it.
Emma: What? No underwear?
Andrew: Don’t start disobeying me again; you know what will happen otherwise!
Emma: Okay Master.
Andrew: Now, show me what tops you have.
Emma: Yes Master.
Andrew: Try this one on.
*Emma puts on top*
Andrew: Hmm, a little too revealing.
Emma: Just a bit Master.
Andrew: Do you have anything that could go below your bum, but only just?
Emma: Erm, I think so Master. How about this?
Andrew: Looks good. Put it on.
Emma: How does it look master?
Andrew: Looks fine. It covers bum but if you bent over you would give people a good view. Now for some heels.
Emma: Yes Master.
Emma: How about these Master?
Andrew: Not bad, but do you have anything higher? The taller, the better.
Emma: Yes but they might not match.
Andrew: Show me.
*Emma takes out shoes*
Andrew: Ah it’s not that bad; pink heels with a black dress. That goes — put them on.
Emma: Okay Master.
*Puts on heels*
Andrew: Now, let’s show everyone your outfit.
Emma: Yes Master.
*Emma and Andrew go back downstairs*
Andrew: So what do you all think of Emma’s new outfit?
Jennifer: Nice!
Heather: That’s better; at least she’s wearing clothes.
*Doorbell rings*
Andrew: Oh that must be the food! Emma? Wanna go get that for us?
Emma: Yes Master.
*Emma answers door*
Delivery Guy: Hi!
Emma: Hey!
Delivery Guy: That will be €15.50.
Emma: Okay cool.
*hands over money*
Delivery Guy: So, you going out tonight?
Emma: Erm, no probably not.
Delivery Guy: Ha okay, you just look like you’re dressed up for a night out..
Emma: Well, maybe later I might.
Delivery Guy: Okay bye.
Emma: Bye.
Andrew: Finally some food, bloody starving here!
Heather: Yeah I’m starving too!
Andrew: Oh hey, Emma, I was just saying to the girls; Paul just text me saying he is having a party over at his place. The girls and me have decided to go — which means you have to come too.
Emma: Okay, can I get changed then?
Andrew: No, you go in what you’re wearing.
Emma: But what if it slips? It could be embarrassing!
*Andrew gives her look that says that she will go as she is*
*The group have their food*
Andrew: Okay time to go to Paul’s. Heather, can you drive?
Heather: *sigh* Fine!
*Andrew and Emma sit in back and Jen sits up front with Heather*
Heather: Off we go!
*Andrew whispers to Emma*
Andrew: Slip your dress above your pussy.
Emma: What?
Andrew: Do it.
*Emma moves dress*
Andrew: Now play with yourself till we get to Paul’s.
Emma: I thought you would never ask! *Giggles*
Andrew: Are you starting to enjoy this?
Emma: Just a bit. *giggles*
*Emma slides her hand between her legs and rubs her smooth mound. Andrew can see her juices on her fingers, making his cock twitch.*
*They arrive at party*
Paul: Hi all, welcome!
Everybody: Hi!
Paul: Come In.
Emma: Where’s the booze?
Paul: What? But you never drink!
Emma: There’s a first time for everything.
*The party is in full swing with people enjoying themselves while Andrew is sitting chatting to Emma*
Andrew: So how are you feeling now?
Emma: *slurs* Great Master!
Andrew: Good. Now, flash your pussy and arse — discreetly!
*Emma quickly pulls up dress and just as quick puts it down again*
Andrew: Wow, you are drunk! Come upstairs with me.
Emma: Okay.
*Emma and Andrew go upstairs to main bedroom*
Andrew: Now take off that top.
Emma: Okay, I’m drunk, not stupid! People will see me naked.
Andrew: I’ll close the door, but I won’t lock it.
Emma: Okay Master.
*Emma takes off dress*
Andrew: Now hand it to me.
*Emma hands over dress*
*Andrew puts the dress on one of the handles of the wardrobe opposite the bed*
Andrew: Now, lie on the bed.
Emma: Yes Master.
Andrew: If you need to hide just roll down the side.
Emma: Yes Master.
Andrew: I will watch for people coming.
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