DANGEROUS WAGERS
PART THREE
HOW TO RUIN YOUR LIFE
Erin was determined to win her clothes back, end her humiliation and put the
bitch Maureen back in her place. She was disappointed when no one was betting
on the first race after the intermission. Like an addicted gambler Erin was
more conscious of needing to gamble and the up side than the fact she really had
little to wager. As eager as she was to win she did not suggest it because she
did not want to appear too eager.
Katherine and Deborah had commented to each other how quiet she had become when
she had lost. Her cockiness had disappeared. Back kneeling Erin had to keep
her back straight and crane her neck to see over the rail and between the people
in the box in front. With her hands folded demurely on her lap she did not know
it but was by accident in the same position every other pet had been trained to
assume.
Erin was watching the race and the next racers intently. That she was left out
of the normal conversation Katherine, Deborah and Maureen were having did not
bother her as much. Given her situation she thought it best to stay silent and
not draw attention to herself, which was what slaves always learned early on.
What she did notice though and it irked her to no end was Maureen was perfectly
accepted by the others even though she had arrived a naked collared pet. She on
the other hand was being more and more ignored and left to herself.
When betting started on the next race she got excited but still did not offer to
wager. She felt.... hesitant to ...speak and draw attention to herself. Was it
her place to offer? Every other wager came up in the course of normal
conversation and good-natured ribbing which she was very aware of was no longer
a part of. Being ignored should she interrupt?
Deborah finally turned the conversation to her.
"Maureen don't you think you should give IT a chance to get even." It took her a
few seconds to realize the IT being referred to was her!
IT...IT... I am a person NOT A THING. Erin wanted to scream but kept her tongue.
All day long Deborah talked with her using her name, Erin. Now she was just an
IT and was being talked at not with. Erin had to win her respect back and if
she humiliated the bitch Maureen in the process, well that was icing on the
cake.
Finding some resolve Erin spoke unfortunately with too much of her old
arrogance; "I think she is afraid Deborah. She knows she got lucky and is on
borrowed time. She is after all JUST YOUR property and not a REAL PERSON."
Amused at Erin's returning arrogance Maureen crushed it quickly by stroking the
kneeling attorney's head like a dog's and saying "My dear pet. It is not ME
that is property but YOU. Even someone as...air headed as you can see you lack
the clothes of a REAL PERSON but do wear the COLLAR of a SLAVE."
"MY NAME IS ERIN!" Erin angrily responded. "I am NOT a pet and definitely not a
SLAVE!"
"Erin? Mmmm that's not a fitting name for someone like you at all I think...."
Maureen gazed off as if deep in thought "Oh I know PERKY PET that is a name that
fits you. Oh better yet," looking at Erin's glowing breasts "PERKY TITS."
Every one listening Katherine included giggled and snickered at Maureen's
humiliating game of thinking of a derogatory name for Erin.
"Oh yes I do so like Perky Tits better than Perky Pet but they both are soooo
her" Deborah added. What do you think Katherine?
Seeing Tears welling up in her humiliated attorney's eyes touched Katherine but
the opportunity to join in the fun was just too much. I think I like Perky Tits
better it sounds like a nice name for a pony girl."
Erin felt betrayed, the wink Katherine gave her told her she was joking but her
feelings and spirit were crushed anyway. Her shame at her new name caused Erin
to once again show some modesty and she covered her perky sunburned breasts.
Everyone around was enjoying the conversation immensely. Afraid that Erin would
refuse to wager goading Maureen into accepting the woman's offer to bet. They
knew what ever happened they would enjoy the outcome.
Smiling Maureen said, "I have no problem betting you Perky Tits. Erin steamed.
"But you well don't really have much to wager."
It hit Erin. Her panties that was it. If she lost she would be...completely
nude. Nude in front of everyone. She looked at Katherine. Her friend just
smiled and shrugged. It was her choice. She had to win. She agreed but when
Maureen offered only her shoes back she exclaimed it was not enough. Maureen
had to put the dress up. Erin could care less about shoes at this point.
"My bare feet against your bare pussy seems fair to me." Maureen mocked while
refusing Erin's desire for her dress to wager the dress; "My feet are so much
more important than your...pussy."
Erin tried to convince Maureen to increase her bet to be the dress to no avail.
Maureen just sat there smug enjoying her dominant position. She had the upper
hand and knew it. Seeing the red head grovel was exciting to her to no end.
"Please, they are all I have left." Erin's arguments had turned to begging.
You have to put something of equal value up."
"No, Erin they aren't you have more, much more." The horn sounded they had
missed the race. Erin slumped. She had missed the point that Maureen had used
her name. She had nothing else, only panties then she would be... she couldn't
even think it anymore.
There were only three races to go.
Barely audible Erin asked Maureen what else could possible she have to bet. She
thought Maureen would have some pity on her. "I have been... she hesitated to
say it...humiliated all afternoon, I have been a good sport and ... even let you
lead me around by the leash."
"My leash ...not the leash" Maureen corrected her. "Your right my leash." Erin
glumly conceded it was her collar and her leash. Admitting it she hoped would
help Maureen take some pity on her.
"Tell you what I am not yet ready to bet the dress but I will bet MY shoes
against your panties and your collar. If you win I'll give you the shoes AND
let you put the collar back on me. In addition I will kneel next to you rather
than sit. If I win though I want you to take you panties off and walk to the
trash can in front of the stands throw them in. Then you will walk to the desk
in back and get a ball gag. Bring it back and ask me to put it on you."
Katherine, Deborah and everyone within earshot were paying very close attention.
This was absolutely delicious.
Erin was stunned. If she lost she would not only be naked and collared but also
... gagged. She would be... be just like the others she stood by the tent with.
She knelt dejected and hung her head in her hands.
"Make this wager and I promise to put MY dress up in one of the last two races.
If you win your humiliation will be short lived. Refuse and this is how you
stay till the day is done." Erin shook her head agreeing. There was no way she
could not go to the party after the races in just...........her thoughts trailed
off.
The race was not even close. Erin's pony fell on the second turn. Not only did
Maureen's beat hers, she came in first.
Erin started to slide her panties off while kneeling. "No kneeling stand." Erin
could not stop the tears. She did what Maureen said. She stood naked. Her
neatly trimmed puss available to everyone to see......and see they did as she
removed her panties. She tried to show some pride in her very public humiliation
but all it took was a few comments and she was defeated. She glumly walked
through the stands her leash bouncing against her uncovered mound and dropped
them in the trash.
All eyes were on her beaten form. The gag they gave her was bright red and
somewhat spongy but the design was the same as the others she saw.
Tears ran down her cheeks, she wiped them away. "Please will you put this on
me."
Maureen just shook her head. "Not quite PERKY TITS. The wording is please will
you shove this gag in my mouth as I am a loud mouth fool that needs to be
silenced."
Katherine gave both Deborah and Maureen disapproving looks. This was going a
bit to far but before she could say anything Erin repeated the phrase.
Then again and again at Maureen's instructions till the phrasing and tone was
perfect. Perfect for a humbled beaten female.
Maureen was on top of the world while Erin, beautiful Erin, successful lawyer,
successful business woman full of confidence stood naked, gagged and collared in
front of over 100 people.
She whimpered at her degradation. Degradation she brought on herself. The
straps cupped her chin, framed her nose and head and buckled in back. The ball
tasted of rubber. Her mouth was stretched wide and Maureen compressed it a bit
to plop it in her mouth. Erin just accepted her further humiliation with only
soft mews of protest.
There was no way Maureen was going to bet on the next to last race. Should she
lose the stuck up woman's humiliation would end too quick. It needed to last as
long as possible.
"Shall we wager one more time PERKY. You know that is what you are Er.... gee I
don't even remember your old name. Oh well PERKY TITS suits you. You know PET,
Maureen kept using the words to burn them into Erin's psyche.
You realize my silly little bimbo, yes I did hear your comments about me, you
are more of a stupid slut than I was when I arrived. At least I didn't have to
wear that ridiculous ball gag." Erin just hung her head. What could she do?
"This is the deal. I'll change places with you even the gag and you get MY
clothes your clothes back. If you lose and you may though you are due after
losing soooo badly all day you enter the auction."
Katherine started to speak but Deborah put her hand on hers. She understood.
"MMMM" was all Erin could utter
"I am assuming you are asking what auction? Tonight at the party individuals
put themselves up for auction to be bought by others for short periods of time.
The individuals may be put up for auction by others."
Erin looked dejected because she was. How far could this possible go. Being in
a bra and panties in public was so humiliating just a few hours ago and now she
would do anything to be like that again. Now... now she was...The thought hurt.
"Nothing and no one but yourself will make you wager your place in the auction.
If you don't want to do it that is fine. I'll go home fully dress and you well,
you will spend the entire evening completely naked gagged and collared.
Humiliated." Maureen spelled it all out.
"After this, how much more humiliating can the auction really be."? How could
she say that Erin thought? " But think of the upside. Wouldn't you like to see
me in your situation.... MY silly PERKY TITS?"
That last part got to her. She shook her head agreement. Maureen wasn't going
to let her off so easy. "If you agree bounce those perky little titties of
yours." She did. People were laughing. She picked her pony off the program by
pointing with her nipple that Maureen pinched to get hard.
She was jumping up and down it was all she could do to encourage her pick down
the stretch. Her bouncing had more people watching her than the race. She was
making a spectacle of herself. Maureen cheered just as enthusiastically for her
pick. Losing though didn't mean much to her. She got off being a sub but seeing
this cute stuck-up red head, a career woman, humiliate herself, degrade herself,
wager and lose her clothes, lose her dignity and possibly her freedom. Now that
was exciting.
Katherine had some regrets though she enjoyed seeing the straight-laced attorney
lose her clothes she thought Maureen was going a bit far. Deborah had reminded
her Erin was an adult free to choose, free to wager what she wanted; everything
she did to humiliate herself she did on her own. Katherine's biggest regret was
not mentioning to Erin just what a short period was. Time was relative. Oh well
she thought as they walked to the clubhouse for the party; Johnson, McMicheal
and Weber is a good firm and represented her very well. Hopefully who ever buys
her won't be too mean.
Erin could only hang her head in complete and total defeat. She walked behind
the three happy chatting fully clothe woman with her tears rolling down her
cheeks dripping onto her breasts. The river of tears started when Maureen
gleefully told her the short period of time was THREE MONTHS.
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Three months later Bambi, that was the name she had gotten used to, the name
drilled into her to respond to; responding to the other name only got her
punished, was dropped off at her former condo. Well it used to be her condo.
Her key didn't fit the lock.
She had signed some papers at the auction but was so distraught she broke the
first rule of law never sign anything without reading it. All her possessions
had been liquidated.
No rent for three months got her evicted. The landlord had thrown everything
she owned in the dumpster. The furniture he sold. With no communication for
three months he assumed and so did the courts she had skipped town.
The police came and took the upset petite blonde away. They assumed she was
some hooker high on drugs. With her nose, eyebrows and lips pierced and heavy
make up their assumption was reasonable.
Dressed in only a white skintight crop top and a black Lycra very mini skirt
that was all she could be. As they struggled to get her handcuffed and in the
car both the top and skirt rode up giving her former neighbors good looks at her
cunt. That is what it was now. Women had pussies, and what she had experienced
no real woman would.
No one helped her. No one could possible believe the foul mouth tramp arguing
and fighting with the police was Erin. The resemblance was not there. More than
one remembered Erin did not have a large bust. This whore had at least 36DDs.
As they bent her over to shove her into the squad car the crowd that had
gathered got a good look at the two tattoos the whore wore on her ass cheeks.
One said Bambi the other PERKY TITS.
She had no identification and out of habit gave her name first as Bambi then
changed it to Erin Brecken to the officer booking her for disorderly conduct,
resisting arrest and for good measure prostitution. The officer had a sense of
humor they dealt with these kinds of idiots all the time and put it down as
Bambi Doe.
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She went before the judge alone wearing only an orange jail jumpsuit. The
people she shared the booking cell with had taken her clothes. Then she was
forced to do what she now did best, get on her knees and crawl from female to
female and used her tongue.
She was petite and stacked and several females fought over her. After only two
days she was back to being owned.
When her 90 days were up she was released but had nowhere to go and figured she
would just prostitute herself for a bed and a meal. They gave her a dirty white
t-shirt and denim shorts to wear along with a beat up pair of mules but no
underwear.
She was surprised to see a familiar face waiting for her. She had not seen her
since her training and degradation. She would come to watch her be put through
her paces of bondage and gang bangs. She was even there when she was given to
the dogs. She was a familiar face though and she was happy someone was there
for her. She resented this woman but not as much as some of the other doms and
dommes. Mistress Maureen was nowhere near as mean as her owner Mistress Tonya.
She got in the car with Maureen and just sat there as the handcuffs were put on
her. What else could she do? This was her life.
The End.
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