She is tall, about 5'8", with a slender and well toned body, earned from her devout and daily practice of yoga. She has very long and shapely legs. Her legs were the first thing I noticed about her, the day we first met. Although bordering on being thin, she still has pleasingly curved hips that widen just enough below her thin waist to give her an attractive shape. Her ass is round and firm with well toned cheeks. She is slightly small breasted, but she has more than enough, and her breasts are upright and very nicely shaped. She wears her straight dark brown hair shoulder length and parted in the middle with bangs. Her face is pretty, especially when she makes an extra effort to use makeup to her advantage. Her eyes are hazel green and in the right light, her eyes look very green and quite striking. At age 37, she is a very fine looking woman. And I am the man lucky enough to call her my wife.
Although my lovely wife and I have enjoyed a very frequent and satisfying love life, recently I began to feel like it was time to try something different to spice things up. While our sex was still very good, after ten years of marriage it was all beginning to seem a little too familiar to me, and not quite as exciting as it was earlier in our relationship.
One Friday evening after we both got home from work, I suggested that we play cards; some Texas Hold 'em... I must have had a little bit of a gleam in my eye, because she smiled slyly back at me and said, "So what are we playing for? Our clothing?" I answered that while that was a very appealing idea, the stakes weren't high enough. No, what I wanted, was to play a match in which the winner takes all and the loser has to do something very special for the winner, something specific that we bet on in advance of the match. In poker, it's called a forced wager.
And then I asked her that if she were the winner, what would she want me to do for her, more than anything else that she could think of? She looked very intrigued by the proposition, gave it some thought and then gave her answer.
"If I win, I want you to do all the house cleaning and the laundry on a list of chores I give you for a week, and you have to cook me supper every night for a week." she said, smiling deviously.
She caught me off guard, because this wasn't the answer I expected, which I thought would have more to do with what she wanted me to do for her sexually. I should have known better, and I shouldn't have made the mistake of expecting her to think like a man. I also should have known that she would anticipate my very male way of thinking, and as a woman she would be delighted by the chance to cross me up. The expression on her face was now mischievously smug and she was clearly quite happy with her comeback to derail my plans.
So I took a deep breath, and replied, "Now those are high stakes. But... you're on. As long as you agree right now to what I want from you, if I win." She rolled her eyes and said "And I'll bet it has nothing to do with cleaning or cooking, because you already get that from me."
"No fair!" I shot back. "You know I do a lot of that stuff for you. I help you a lot!" She stared back at me coolly and replied, "But you still don't do as much of it as I do, do you... My bet is for you to do it all for one full week, and that means everything on my list that I'd normally do, including the seven dinners you cook for me too".
I inhaled deeply again and staring directly into her eyes, I answered "Like I said, you're on! Everything just like you said, you will get, IF you win. But now it's time for you to accept my bet, which is that if I win, you are my sex slave for the weekend, and you must do anything I want from you... with only one reservation. You get only two chances to refuse, if I want something from you that is just too much for you. But... only two chances, and used only those two times for whatever it is that you can't stand, which I can no longer ask you to do after that. But once you use those two chances, you can't refuse anything else I want after that, for the rest of the weekend."
She looked back at me with her eyes a little spooked, and said, "What you want is pretty high stakes too. How do I know you won't come up with more than two things I can't stand? Maybe I really need several chances to refuse, for me to be OK with this."
"Nope." I was quick to answer, "Two is all you get. We've been having sex for over 10 years now. By now I'd hope that you trust me enough to know that I'm not going to become the Marquis Du Sade and do terrible things to you. I'd hope by now that you know I love you too much, to ever want to do things that I know you'll hate. No, I'm actually hoping you'll enjoy being my love slave for the weekend."
She smiled sarcastically, and said "Before, you described it as me being your sex slave. Now you're calling it being your love slave... You've always been the guy who looks for better words to call the same thing, if someone doesn't like what you're talking about."
"Well if you don't like it, then we can just forget about the whole thing." I answered, my irritation rising as I became annoyed that this was becoming a struggle instead of something fun that we could both enjoy. She was quick to notice my irritation, so she changed her direction.
"No, I didn't say that. I'm just feeling like it's a big step for me to give up almost all my control of what happens to me sexually. But I didn't say I don't want to do it, because now I'm saying that you're on for the bet, and don't be so certain that you're going to win." Her eyes suddenly looked playfully mischievous as she added, "If I were you, I'd start getting my cleaning supplies ready now! We'll just see about who's really gonna be the slave around here!"
I tried to not let my face look too devilishly pleased and excited as I went to get the cards. After all, we were about to play some high stakes poker!
I've always been very good at keeping a poker face and leaving no hint as to what I'm really feeling when playing cards. And I've won before with some skillfully played bluffs. She's not as good at keeping her face emotionless as she looks at her hand and she's not that good with bluffs either. But the better poker player can still lose if the luck of the game really turns against him and he can't buy a good hand to save his life.
But this night, there was enough luck in the cards for me and though she played a very good match, she didn't play well enough to win... She was busted, and now she was mine. But my strategy didn't end with the cards... To begin as my love/sex slave, I would start by telling her to do things that weren't that shocking; just unexpected... and enough to cause within her a curiosity and building anticipation for what she didn't know might be coming next.
