The Bet
Jon watched as she walked in like she owned the place.
That pissed him off.
It was the monthly meeting of the Queen of Hart's club. They were a loosely aligned Club of dominants that tried to keep the scene safe in their city. They held meetups and kink nights, the normal fare, but they also regulated the local dominants trying to make sure no sadistic basterds made trouble or hurt anyone, well more than they wanted to be hurt.
This was a board meeting, not open to the general members. There were five seats on the board, and sitting in one was a highly prized goal for everyone in the area.
That's what made Jon mad. Ashley hadn't earned her seat. Her aunt had, Ashley's aunt was well liked, respected, and feared in the community. But six months ago she had decided to move to Belize, and had given her house. Her slaves, and her seat to Ashley.
Ashley wasn't even from here, she moved in when her aunt left. No one even knew her before then.
Jon seathed.
It had taken him ten years of hard work to get on the board. Ten years ago Ashley probably was in Jr high, Jon thought. Now she was here, showing up late and making everyone wait for her.
The meeting started, and Jon found ways to argue with every point Ashley made. She even suggested a spring fundraiser that was actually a pretty good idea. But Jon shot it down and tabled it until a later date.
At the break. Ashley approached him.
"You don't like me do you Jon?"
"Ashley, I don't know you." Jon spat back, surprising even himself with the tone of it.
Ashley was the only one in the room not surprised. Others turned at his statement, waiting to see what came next.
"No you don't." she replied coldly "So you have no reason to hate me, yet."
Jon chuckled "Ashley, the respect you demand has to be earned, you have done nothing to earn my respect."
A smile spread across Ashley's face. "Are You offering yourself up for a chance to earn respect?"
Jon didn't see the trap that suddenly appeared before him.
"I've been a dom for many years, I don't think you could earn my respect"
One of Ashley's eyebrows went up.
In a slow sultry voice Ashley said "Want to bet?"
The room went silent. Jon knew immediately he had stepped in it.
"I'm not going to do a scene where you can tie me up and spank me." he said, quickly trying to get out of the trap.
Ashley just stared at him, letting him flail desperately.
Jon waited knowing to speak first was to lose, but also needing to extract himself from this spot he had put himself in.
"What do you have in mind?" he finally said, much weaker than he had intended.
Silence.
"So you have nothing, Ashley?" Jon said, finding some courage and feelings like he was winning.
"You sound like a petulant teenager Jon, stop talking." Ashley said, controlling the room.
"We will do a scene right here one week from tonight." She continued "I will not spank you, hurt you or fuck you in anyway. I wont even touch you sexualy. But if I win, you will be my slave for six months."
"So you won't be doing any sexual activity?" Jon responded.
"No, Jon, no typical Mistress activities. As a matter of fact I will be dressed in a sundress and flats, no latex or leather."
Jon couldn't believe his ears, "OK, but when I win you will be my slave for six months. How will we know who wins?"
"Simple, Jon, you will be wearing a chastity cage and a pair of panties. Nothing else. If, when we are done, your panties are wet, you lose."
"And if I'm dry, you become my slave?" Jon responded.
"Sentences don't start with 'and' Jon, but yes if that is you're counter to my bet, I accept." She said, correcting him and showing her control without him even noticing.
Turning to address the other board members she said "The members of the board will of course be judges, no?"
There were nods of assent but no one spoke.
"Well then, until next week." Ashley gathered her things and walked out.
No one talked for a minute, no one realized the meeting had never finished. Finally Jon broke the silence.
"Well, it looks like I will be training a new slave." He said with a slight laugh.
The other board members, still in shock from the events of the evening, didn't say anything, just started gathering their things and cleaning up the room.
One week later.
Jon was there. Under his clothes he wore his own chastity cage, as agreed. The keys he left at home. She had told him to bring them on a necklace for him to wear, but he didn't see the point.
The rest of the board were there as well, excited to see how this played out.
Ashley showed up late, fashionably. Dressed as promised in a sundress and flats, cute, but not sexy. She carried in a large bag and set it on the table.
