Lost bet

"Off, off, off…" She chanted.

I found myself joining in, egging him to lose them.

"Okay, Okay, here they come!"

Smiling, Phil dropped his shorts to the floor. He was semi-erect and, obviously thinking he had it made, either way.

"Go and get us some more drinks." Ordered Lisa. "And don't come back for 10 minutes. Helen and I need to discuss your forfeit!"

Phil left for the kitchen, closing the door behind him.

"Helen, what I am about to suggest may sound a little strange to you but hear me out I think I know a way to put a little dent in all that ego." Lisa smiled knowingly. "Have you ever wanted to be served on, hand and foot? By a French-maid, complete with tarty little uniform, sexy undies, the lot?"

I was a little taken aback but I did find the idea amusing.

"You want to make Phil into a French-maid?"

I giggled. I could almost picture his face when we told him what he had to do!

"Let's do it!" I cried.

That was the fateful moment that I discovered a new me and …a new Phil!

"Okay Phil, bring us our drinks!" I shouted to the kitchen. "We have a little surprise for you."

He swaggered into the room, a drink in each hand and, his prick sticking right out in front of him, as hard as rock.

"So, which one of you wants me first?" Sure, he knew what was to come.

"Neither just yet, we have to prepare you for your role" I told him firmly.

Lisa helped me get him into the bathroom where, I tied his hands to the rails, leaving him helpless. Next, I got out my Immac depilatory crиme and, covered his entire body, right up to his neck in it. We left him alone like that for 20 minutes and, went out for our drinks. When we returned, I let him loose and made him shower it off. As the crиme washed away, so did his hair, leaving him smooth as a baby's bottom! Phil was less sure now and, complained a little as I tied him up again, this time strapping his arms and legs to the chair by the mirror.