DANGEROUS WAGERS
PART ONE
THE HIGH PRICE OF WAGERING
Erin could not believe she had allowed herself to be goaded into wagering.
Unfortunately for her she had won the first three races without wagering and
over estimated her ability to pick winners, having two long island ice teas
beginning to affect her judgment also did not help. When Deborah and Katherine
talked her into betting she felt confident her winning streak would continue.
Fortunately to everyone's amusement they were enjoying watching the petite red
head being humbled. The person most grateful for her foolishness was the
formerly nude woman called Pet by her "owner". Erin had lost first her shoes
and then wanting to win them back lost her dress.
Her largest client, Katherine Sloan, invited Erin to the "races". She had left
the firm of Johnson, McMicheal and Weber to start her own law firm. She had
taken several clients. Katherine however was a real coup for her. Sloan
Industries was a very large client for her former employers and to Erin it was
the cornerstone of the business she dreamed of building. Only 29 she had the
intelligence and drive to realize her dreams at an early age.
Now she was humiliating herself by making stupid wagers. She was barefoot
wearing only her push up bra and panties. The club rules prohibited anyone not
dressed in normal street attire from using chairs. She was further humbled when
the stewards removed her chair. She had two options stand, be visible and draw
attention to herself or kneel. She figured that by kneeling at least she would
be quite so visible.
She glared at Pet as the steward gave her Erin's chair. Wearing Erin's dress
and shoes she was now appropriately attired and was deemed acceptable to sit
rather than kneel as Erin was. Erin blushed in embarrassment and anger when
Deborah told Pet that "seeing how she was now dressed like a real person she
could sit like a real person". Deborah's comments though not directed at her
were meant for her.
She was honored when Katherine had invited her to a special club she belonged
to. She was stunned when Katherine explained on the drive out just what the
club was. All the members had "unconventional interests". The club held races
every other month where "certain individuals" would race. The "interests" ran
the gamut. Erin found them shocking. The "individuals" had actually agreed to
be the property of others. Wearing various leather outfits to be made up to
resemble pony's they were racing individually or pulling sulkies with riders.
Erin was initially uptight being around individuals with such tastes and
bizarrely attired but Katherine' strong personality put her at ease. The
alcohol helped her relax and she soon found herself enjoying the party like
atmosphere. She felt part of the "in crowd" and she reasoned for Katherine to
reveal this side of herself she must really like her. The only thing Katherine
cautioned her of was, like her, these people took honor very seriously and any
"commitments" would be expected to be honored. The warning was made in a stern
voice that she had only heard Katherine use to emphasis an important point.
She felt giddy and wagering her shoes seemed innocent enough. Monetary wagers
were frowned upon and being an "innocent" as they were jokingly calling her she
felt it would make her even more accepted. The wagers consisted of service and
possessions. Losing her $70 Evan Picones bothered her but not as much when
Deborah, Katherine's friend they were sharing a box with, gave them to the naked
woman kneeling next to her. All the tall brunette wore was a collar around her
neck. The leash attached to it had been clipped to Deborah's chair.
She wondered what kind of a woman would allow herself to be a "slave" of
another, especially another female. She thought the woman must be a real bimbo
and a whore at heart to allow herself to be so humiliated in public. At least
she thought, the "ponies" had some coverings. Unfortunately Erin had voiced some
of her thoughts to Katherine a little too loud on Pet and the woman kept giving
her dirty looks that had not gone unnoticed. When Deborah won the first wager
and Erin had slipped her shoes off she gave them to Pet to antagonize Erin. Pet
grinned at Erin as she slipped the shoes on her feet.
Erin couldn't believe she had lost the next wager also. That Deborah had let
Pet pick her "pony" upset her to no end. She had lost to a fool. She tried to
talk her way out of having to forfeit her dress but a stern look from Katherine
and disapproving looks from the people in the adjoining boxes reminded her of
just how serious they took "honoring commitments". Afraid of upsetting
Katherine, her most important client, Erin slowly and hesitantly raised her
black knee high dress up and over her head slowly revealing her taunt body to
the smiles of the others.
She realized too late and greatly embarrassed now standing in only her lingerie
that the stakes, her dress for Deborah's, were too high. The alcohol, her
desire to impress Katherine and also her pride to get her shoes back had cost
her not only clothes but also her dignity.
She was angry with herself for not insisting on betting only her bra like she
wanted to. Even Katherine had goaded her into making the wager "worth while".
Erin fumed at the joking comments being made by the others as Pet giggled when
Deborah handed her dress to her and graciously thanked her. She quickly put it
on and had asked Erin how she looked "being clothe".
Katherine getting into joking spirit of humbling Erin introduced her to Maureen
"as she didn't look a pet anymore."
"Oh thank you Katherine I must have forgotten my manners introducing two
equals," Deborah mockingly added to Katherine's comment; then looking Erin over
bare feet to her red hair had to add "well almost equals."
Though the ribbing was meant in good nature Erin did not take it that way at
all. In her mind she was humiliated and degraded and her only focus was getting
her clothes back from the brunette slut.
It was right after that comment the stewards came and increased her humiliation
by removing her chair.
Erin knelt humbled and embarrassed, refused to be talked into betting on the
next race. Even the people in the adjoining boxes got into the act. The wager
they were trying to get her to make was just too...too risky. They wanted her
to bet Maureen. Maureen would put the dress up, however Erin would have to bet
her bra. Maureen insisted that was not enough and said if she won she would get
not only the bra but would "give" the scantily clad attorney her collar to wear.
Erin trying to save what modesty she still had refused to wager anything.
Laughter erupted when the pony she picked came in first. Her humiliation would
have been stopped but she didn't believe in her choice and everyone let her know
that and the obvious, she would have had her dress back.
She caved on the next race. All the comments about her in only in her underwear
and being forced to kneel were getting to her. She finished her third long
island ice tea and made her pick, number 4, a long legged brunette. When the
race started it was obvious whom everyone wanted to win, pony number 8,
Maureen's pick. The cheering started as soon as the pony's started. It was the
most vocal the club members had been during the races so far. She glanced and
smiled at Katherine, even though her client was cheering against her. They
enjoyed watching someone humiliate themselves especially a new very attractive
female.
The race was close; Erin was jumping up and down cheering for all she was worth.
It was for naught. Her pony came in third, Maureen's first. She slumped
against the box rail and hung her head, her shoulder length red-hair hiding the
tears welling up.
Hearing "you have something of mine," snapped her out of her despair. Maureen
was holding her collar and leash in her hand and smiling broadly ear to ear.
"Awww don't be a baby and cry" That comment from the woman wearing her clothes
stiffened her resolve.
She wiped her eyes and quickly undid the front snap and removed her black demi
push-up bra and tossed it at Maureen. The oos and ahhs snatched her resolve and
courage. She covered her breasts with her hands and bowed her head. "Gee I'm
surprised you even have to wear a bra with those plums," Maureen said mocking
her actions. Erin was beet red with embarrassment standing in only panties.
She could not believe she had lost and voluntarily stripped off her clothes
exposing herself to strangers. Worse this tramp was the new owner of her
coverings.
Maureen's comment was an exaggeration that was said only to hurt. Erin had very
perky breasts that she was very proud of. Though they were a b-cup on her slim
5 foot 4 inch frame they looked larger. Maureen could not stop gloating.
"There is no way this is going to fit me" she stood ramrod straight thrusting
her full 36C breasts out. She wanted to exaggerate the difference. Erin watch
in silence as Maureen walked to a garbage can and threw her black bra in it.
That was one article of clothing she had no hope of winning back.
Erin was tuned out to the comments being made. She was lost in self-pity at her
humiliation. If she had been listening she would have realized several people
were complimenting her on her figure and ability to follow through on her
commitment no matter how humiliating.
Maureen walked back and turned her to face the other spectators. They all
smiled and started clapping, as the heavy black leather collar was buckled
snuggly around her thin neck.
She swallowed hard as she experienced her first taste of bondage. It was much
worse than losing just her shoes, dress and bra.
The one comment she did hear loud and clear in was " Well this is quite a role
reversal. Look who the silly bimbo is now." Tonya made it, an immaculately
dressed black woman sitting in the adjoining box she had been introduced to and
had overheard Erin's comments to Katherine about Maureen.
The black woman was striking in appearance but it was the white bald headed
female kneeling at her feet that had captured Erin's attention. In addition to
being hairless the woman had a nose ring that touched her bottom lip and rings
in her nipples and also clitoris. In her bright blue eyes Erin saw only fear.
