Lost Game, Lost Freedom

Lost game, lost freedom

I thought I was good at miniature golf, and in fact, at one point I had a lead over my girlfriend Josie. But her legs showing, and her feet in those flip-flops were very distracting, and she knew it, and we came to the final hole tied.

She reminded me - if I won, I would get my chastity cage unlocked for the whole weekend and would be free of having to follow her rules until Monday morning. If I lost - it was nudity for me all weekend, bondage and confinement.

She went first, and got her ball into the hole on her second stroke. I needed a hole-in-one or a two to tie. My first shot left me about a three-foot putt to tie.

Josie slid out of her flip flops and stood directly next to my ball as I moved to putt. Her feet were inches from my putter, and I trembled as I saw them, and felt her heat, and smelled her perfume.

"Don't choke," she said. "Your cock is counting on you."

I missed the putt. As it rolled around the lip of the cup and didn't fall, I blushed, and her feet remained where they were.

"Down," Josie commanded with a laugh. "Kiss my feet and admit you've lost. I've proven my superiority yet again, and that even if you'd won, you really didn't want to be free this weekend."

My heart fell. I really had wanted my cage removed - I hadn't come in several months. Defeated, I sank to my knees, hearing giggles from others on the course as I kissed my girlfriend's feet.

"I've lost," I said. "You've proven yourself superior to me again, and I really didn't want to be freed this weekend, Miss Josie. I am your slave and yours to command."

She laughed. "If you'd won, I would have just commanded you to surrender anyway. So you weren't going to be free. But this way is so much more satisfying. Oh, and for not admitting on your own that you should have surrendered anyway, you get another three months in chastity. You'll spend the whole weekend with your hands bound behind your back at all times. Let's go, slave boy."