Missed Opportunity

Mistress and Slave are jetting west as I type this, exploiting the overpriced and underspeedy in flight wifi to reach out to our dozens of regular followers.

We were up so early that we had to forego our regular wake-up sex, which means your editor has  actually gone 24 hours without an orgasm to speak of (though Mistress did get some worship through the aperture of her peek-a-boo tights last night when we got home a little later than normal from a social / political event.

After We packed up I switched on the opening minutes of the dreaded confrontation on the hard court between my own alma mater and Suzanne's own Alma mater. It made me realize that I had forgotten to communicate the terms of a potential UCTMW v. All Mine wager on the outcome of the game.

I figured my team, ranked 24 deserved some points against her team, ranked 12. They had split home and home games in the regular season. I would have asked for a 10 pt. spread, but would have been prepared to settle at 5. Heck if browbeaten by Suzanne, I might have taken a straight up bet, with no points for the obvious underdogs.

But what about the stakes?

I know Suzanne would have wanted to propose something involving me in a cock cage for several days. But that would have unfairly denied Mistress the pleasures of her work-a-day cock. So unfair!

But what about spanks: 10 for me with the crop if my my team lost, with the sentence executed by Mistress Molly.

And if Suzanne's team lost? 10 for her via wooden spoon, imposed by Jay.

I doubt he would mind playing his role, since he had no dog in this particular hunt.

I suppose I could have emailed Suzanne once I realized the game was starting. But then I saw those puke green uniforms and watched as my lads fell behind by double digits within minutes.

Sending up rocks at the basket!

I turned off the TV in disgust, glad that I had not been suckered into that wager after all.

But when I awoke this am, before jumping into the shower with Mistress I checked the score:  my team had rallied and won going away.

Suzanne, you would have taken that bet, right? 

Admit it.

And if so, well Jay.... go for it.