The Weight of the Wager
It started as a foolish bet between my wife, Rosa, and me. I had promised to lose fifteen kilograms in four weeks, or I would spend an entire weekend as her most obedient slave. As the weeks passed and the weight dropped, the stakes grew. I, in a fit of overconfidence, escalated the punishment: “You can make me do anything,” I had told her, “even the unthinkable.”
When Saturday arrived, the scale revealed a cruel truth. I was one single kilogram short. Rosa’s eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger. She immediately put me to work, dressing me in a white shirt that barely covered my groin, executive socks, and dress shoes. I was her chauffeur, stripped of my dignity and my clothes beneath a thin piece of fabric.
She drove me to the villa of her sister, Belen, and brother-in-law, Antonio. I had always disliked Antonio; he was arrogant and wealthy, often looking down on me. Upon arrival, the humiliation intensified. Belen greeted us in a daring red swimsuit that left nothing to the imagination. Rosa informed me that since I didn’t earn enough, I would be serving as the household staff for the weekend to earn her some extra cash.
The afternoon was a blur of commands and mockery. Antonio forced me to remove my shirt and apply sunscreen to Belen’s breasts. As I rubbed the cream into her skin, I felt her nipples harden under my touch, while Antonio watched with a smirk, enjoying my submission. Later, I was forced into a mini-skirt to serve guests, including my friend Javier and his stunning wife, Elena. The guests laughed, some grazing my backside as they passed, treating me like a novelty act.
The climax of the evening was a perverse game. I was ordered beneath the dining table, where the guests had stripped. My task was to pleasure everyone beneath the tablecloth—women and men alike—while they tried to guess who I was servicing based on their reactions. I started with Belen, my tongue finding her clitoris, sending her into shudders of pleasure. I moved to Elena, whose openness and heat drove me to a frenzy. Finally, I faced the men, including Antonio and Javier, enduring the taste of their desire as I obeyed every command.
When the game ended, the verdict was delivered. Elena had won the right to spend the night with me. In a private room, with Belen recording the encounter, Elena rewarded my service. She took my hardness into her mouth before pulling me onto the bed. The intimacy was explosive, a release of all the tension and shame that had built up throughout the day. We collapsed together, exhausted and sated.
The next morning, we watched the recordings. First, the footage of my submission, and then a shocking video of Rosa. She had spent the night in a whirlwind of passion with Antonio, Javier, and another guest, embracing a level of hedonism I had never seen from her. As we left the villa, Rosa leaned in and whispered, “You look wonderful now that you’re thin, darling.” The bet was over, but the boundaries of our marriage had been permanently rewritten.