The Wager

[EvilDoktor]

Looking for dinner guests and a "centerpiece" for a dinner party.

Our centerpiece is a young, attractive, seductive, vivacious, exhibitionistic socialite who, at an impulsive moment, makes a wager with her close friends at a dinner party.

The stakes:

1. If she wins, she gets certain treasured properties from one of her friends - a famous publisher who is also her lover. These properties would include his publishing house. And that would mean his life's work.
2. If she loses, she becomes, in turn, the personal slave, for one night, to each of the guests present, and then afterwards, and most importantly, the personal slave of the pubisher for as long as he has need of her. And that means for years to come.

The terms:

1. The wager will last for a period of eight hours.

2. Circles are drawn on the floor around the feet of each guest. Once the wager has started, all guests are to remain in their places with their feet within their circles. They may stand or sit, but they must remain in their places.

3. The girl, being the "centerpiece" is the exception.

4. Three circles are drawn on the dinner table, one at the head of the table where the pubisher sits, and two at the foot at the table near the corners.

5. The girl is to display herself nude on the table, on her back, her arms raised, the back of one wrist to touch the table within the top circle. That wrist must remain in contact with the table top during the 8 hours, and it must remain inside the circle. Her other wrist has to be on top of the first wrist. Furthermore, her legs are to be parted, Her heels are to be in constant contact with the surface of the table top throughout the eight hours, with heels and ankles within the circles drawn closests

6. None of the guests may physically come into contact with her by his or her own violition. They may move as near as they like, or even breathe on the girl, but no actual physical contact.

7. She may come into physical contact with any part fo her body against any of the guests provide that condition 5 is not violated. This condition supercedes condition 6, but the contact has to be instigated by the girl.

6. If condition 5 is maintained for the duration. She wins the wager. Otherwise she loses - unless when condition 2 and/or 6 are violated, in which case she wins regardless.


The twist:

The publisher's wife sits at the foot of the table. she could deal with her husband having a slave. Being bi-curious, she was in fact a little intrigued by the girl herself. Most importantly, she has no intention of seeing the girl taking over her husband's estates. She gave the girl a glass of wine, laced with a powerful asphrodisiac. The girl drank it, not knowing that within 10 minutes into the wager, her body will be flushed with such lust engendered by the aphrodisiac, and such desperate needs that would make it just about impossible for her to lie still for 8 hours, although she might, just might, be able to keep her wrists and ankles within the circles long enough, while doing all she could to offer her body, in order to lure one of the guests to break from his or her place.

 

[Wanton and wet]

Colette Dupree stood among the invited guests, sipping from a flute of champagne.

The 27-year-old socialite was unattached tonight, having accepted the dinner reservation from a publisher who was a former boyfriend as a way to spend a carefree evening with friends who had just returned from summers in various locales around the world, including the south of France, the Hamptons, Ibiza and the Isle of Capri.

Colette had recently returned from London, where the society scene was perfect but the companionship sadly lacking. She and her latest suitor had not lasted two weeks. He returned to Monaco and she sampled the single life until she eventually turned home.

Colette looked forward to sharing summer adventures with her friends and catching up on the latest international gossip.

But the goings on of upper class society soon gave way to a very unusual conversation. One of the guests told of the performers who dominated a small park near the Pompidou Centre in Paris. More than a dozen people wore little more than air-brushed paint that was the same color of the statuary in the park. All were posed as statues throughout the many walkways of the park, on top of pedestals or on small platforms. One unclad, but painted beauty stood on a platform in the center of a small fountain. And they remained as still as the guards at Buckingham Palace as tourists wandered through the park.

The conversation shifted to the idea of having a similar "attraction" at their dinner party, hiring someone who would pose as a party prop. There were jokes that no one at the dinner party would be able to resist such openly displayed charms. And, for that matter, the model would be hard-pressed to be still as the men attempted to seduce her.

"You must be kidding," Colette offered boldly. "I could do that. All you need is willpower."

Colette's pronouncement was viewed with much merriment from the men, particularly the famous publisher. They challenged her to be the nude centerpiece for the party but clearly scoffed at Colette's ability to resist the combined efforts of the group. They were very smug, and very pleased with themselves that they called Colette's bluff -- and won.

But Colette was unmoved. When challenged, she became stubborn. She refused to let go of the ridiculous challenge and committed to show up the men who patronized her ability to win the challenge.

Colette had a strong exhibitionistic streak and had no shame in being naked. So she offered to make the men's proposition more interesting that just doffing her clothes and posing nude. She suggested a wager with her host, and she set the stakes high.

"Let's see how serious you are about this challenge," Colette said. "You don't think I can do it? Well, how much is it worth to you to find out?"

Colette outlined the terms of the bet. If she successfully completed the task, she would receive a generous portion of the publisher's properties, as well as one of his palatial estates. If she lost, which she didn't even consider as a remote possibility, She would become a slave for a night for each of the party guests, as well as a slave for the publisher for an indefinite period of time.

After much haggling over the rules and stipulations for the wager, it was determined that Colette would have to remain nude on the dining table with her hands placed in a small circle above her head. Each of her feet also would be confined to similar circles drawn several feet apart at the other end of the table. Colette would be required to remain spread open on the table for eight hours without removing her hands or feet from the table.

In turn, each guest would be seated around the table. Circles would be drawn around their feet and they would not be able to remove them for the entire eight hours or they would default on the wager. They could sit, stand, or lean over the table, but they would not be allowed to touch Colette unless she initiated the contact.

"It's simple really," Colette said, directing her gaze to her now-married publisher boyfriend. "Are you up for the challenge? Or were you all just kidding when you laughed about my ability to win your stupid challenge?

There was silence for a few minutes as the party guests considered the options. The publisher, never one to back away from a dare, consented to Colette's guidelines and the game was on.

Colette picked up a nearly full champagne flute and drained the contents before standing and walking to the ornate dining table. The publisher ordered the tableware removed as Colette stood nearby and began to remove her clothes. She unpinned the elaborate white halter top gown she wore and let it flutter to the floor. Leaning over, she removed her heels and stood before the party guests, who now were hushed. Colette pushed her sheer white panties to her knees and stood up, brazenly facing her audience. She shifted her legs slightly and her panties dropped to her feet.

Colette was a vivacious woman who often used her seductive ways to attract men. It helped that she was naturally sexy. Although she didn't flaunnt herself in public, she was quite proud of her body. Her dark red hair contrasted sharply with her pale skin. And although her breasts were average in size, her prominent pink nipples never failed to arouse. She was bare between her legs.

One of the men helped Colette up to the tabletop, where she stood for a few moments, revelling in the attention she was receiving from the party guests. She felt even more exotic since she was completely nude and they were clothed. Finally, Colette lowered herself to the table, placing her wrists and ankles in their assigned places. She felt lewd stretched out and open for all to see, and her body tingled at the sensation. She wriggled slightly, causing her breasts to jiggle as she addressed the publisher.

"Alright, I'm here and open for you. I hope you like what you see," she said. "Your centerpiece is ready."

"Start the clock."

 

[EvilDoktor]

Wilfred Perrington

Wilfred never tired of watching Colette. Her merest movements excited him, a fact he did not even attempt to hide from his wife. A sultry glance, a hint of a smile from her, even long after they had broken up, would alter his mood for a whole day. Colette nude was something seismic, and Colette on his table was something almost too much to bear!. The prospect of him, confined to his seat while Colette displayed herself so provocatively, under the circumstances, on his table - <i>his table</i> - was too much for his poor heart.

He could not see her face from where he was seated, but he could see everybody else's, and they were all looking from Colette to him and back at Colette. This was his table, and they expected him to do something about it. This was not just a challenge for "the party". He recognized it as a challenge from Colette to each and every single one of them, and in particular, and especially, to him. Looking down the table, he scanned the faces of everyone in turn. What were they thinking now? He saw his wife looking back at him and her face was unreadable.

His cardiologist had asked him to "take it easy" - whatever that meant. He had not gotten to where he was by taking it easy. He sat where he was because he had always won. He felt the rapid beatings of his heart and for a fleeting moment, wondered if the stakes were higher than merely his estates. He breathed in to calm himself. He meant to win.

He knew her body, and there was something he had done that had always caused her to move, sometimes even violently, without him touching her.

Wilfred stood up and carefully placed his hands on the table. Taking care to keep his feet in place, he leaned forward and downward, until his face is above Colette's, looking into her eyes. He half-closed his eyes out of habit, leaning down further, feeling the strains on his body as he maintained his position, but he leaned until his lips were a mere inch from her ear.

He remembered how sensitive she was, how she would jerk when he touched her ear with his tongue, how she would twitch involuntarily when he would whisper close to her ear. Now he moved his lips as close to her ear as he dared, without touching her, so close that the fragrance of her perfume filled his nostrils, so close that he could almost feel the softness of her cheek from the warm of her skin, so close that <i>she</i> would feel the warmth and moisture of his breaths, and so that the little hairs in her ear would stand on end from it. He whispered, knowing, from the past, how she would involuntarily jerk from his warm, moist breaths filling her ear

"The clock has just started" He whispered "and I could already feel your body tensing...are you moist from all this?"

As if to answer his whispered announcement, he heard the chiming of the dinner bell, and immediately his wife's voice ringing out, strained and nervous "yes Jenkins, here you are"

Jenkins of course! The eternal and indefatigable Jenkins with his dessert tray who's come to answer the dinner bell. What would he make of this?

"Jenkins, you are not a guest" said his wife's voice "Come put your tray down. See that girl? Isn't she adorable? Make her nipples hard with that brush, would you? and then fuck her".

Wilfred knew that Jenkins would do no such thing. That would also violate the spirit of the wager, but he also knew that Colette had always been excited by words spoken at the right time, and if another push was needed to make her move involuntarily, those words just might do it.

 

[Wanton and wet]

Colette drifted into a mellow zone as she lay naked on a dining room table in front of her socialite friends. She was aware of their presence, of course, but she was unabashed about her nudity. Although she wasn't one to overly flaunt herself in public, she was comfortable in her body. She knew she looked innocent, but erotic.

To keep her mind occupied for the next eight hours as she posed as the centerpiece of the party, Colette let her mind wander. She pictured her guests as they watched her closely. She knew her nakedness would excite some of the men to one extent or another, and hoped the women would appreciate her charms as well.

Colette felt very vulnerable in her prone position, especially because her arms were drawn above her head, exposing her breasts, causing them to rise on her chest and become the center of attention. Her soft, pale white skin was drawn taut as her wrists were intertwined above her, causing her to be completely open to the gaze of her friends. The soft skin on her stomach rose and fell gently as she breathed shallowly.

Colette felt particularly exposed with her legs spread open. She always preferred a smooth appearance because she liked the way it felt, but with her legs wide apart, the smooth lips of her bare pussy were very prominent.

But as vulnerable as Colette felt as she displayed the most intimate parts of her body, she was not without some control over the situation. Occasionally she would flex her pussy muscles, causing the slightest tremble of her exposed lips. She heard the intake of breath by a couple of the men at the table. She also was aware of a their reaction when she gently shifted her body, causing her breasts to jiggle gently.

Colette opened her eyes and, one by one, scanned the guests at the table that she could see. She paused at each guest, and met their persistent gaze with a shy smile, or a quick wink, or a narrowing of her eyes. When she shifted her head to find Wilfred, she smiled innocently, and then not so innocently licked her upper lip with the tip of her pink tongue.

Wilfred rose and moved ever so close to Colette, breathing heavily in her ear, asking her if she was wet yet. Wilfred knew it was a turn-on when he whispered sweet nothings in Colette's ear. Truth be known, Colette could feel thgte desire rise deep within her and her breathing became just a bit heavier.

Colette's yearning also grew when Wilfred's wife urged the butler to play with her body and then fuck her on the table. It was as if Colette wasn't even there, merely a naked body displayed for the enjoyment of others. The idea that she was just a party decoration was pleasing to Colette. And, since the guests were not allowed to touch her without her permission, Colette would occasionally stretch her muscles like a cat, knowing her feline movement was exciting to her audience.

Colette could hear heavy breathing from a couple of the guests. She closed her eyes and tried to attain a dreamlike state as a way to pass the time. But there was tension in the room, and although the silence helped her to zone out, Colette was a bit uneasy.

There was an air of anticipation in the room as Colette continued to lewdly display herself as the erotic, naked woman on the table.

 

[EvilDoktor]

Sean Raeburn

Young Sean leaned on the table with his elbows, folded his arms and rested his head sideway in the crook of his elbow to look at the girl in profile, even as Jenkins shuffled noiselessly in the background. Jenkins appeared blind to the scene before him. God only knew what's on his mind. Colette was erotically displayed, her breasts rising and falling. Sean had a thing for tits and nipples. For two cents he'd wrap his lips around one of those pink tips and suck her, and Wilfred's estates be damned!

He prodded himself up on his elbow, then stood and stooped without a word, pausing only to push his tie into his shirt between two buttons, lest it dangled and touched her and have the game forfeit before he got to suck her tits. He opened his mouth wide, just over a nipple, and licked his lips, his tongue perilously close to the red tip. First he breathed on a nipple, fanning it with his warm breaths. He smirked, looking around the room to see how his actions were taken by the other people. Honestly he didn't care. His eyes caught Wilfred's and he winked before he lowered his face with his mouth wide open, slowly, until the tip of Colette's breast was <i>inside</i> his mouth, only he took care to not let any part of his mouth touch her flesh. He knew she must feel the warmth enveloping her titflesh, and that had to do something. He Closed his eyes, and breathed hotly through his mouth as he lowered his face even more - just a tad. Did he touch? He was playing a dangerously game - but no contact!

He held his jaws wide open, He knew he could not maintain the position for long before his jaws started to ache unbearably, but he was so close to touching the tip of her breast by any part of his mouth, that any movement on her part, <i>any</i> movement at all - the slightest shift of her body, would result in her nipple touching the inside of his mouth, most likely against his tongue. Even the involuntary stiffening and erection of her nipple under his feathery breaths might cause it to rise and press into his tongue. That would technically, he reasoned, be under her instigation, not his. His jaws had already started to ache. But he kept the position. If she was able to hold still, so was he. Aching jaws be damned.

He waited.

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To the guest across from him, it gave the imagery that he had taken the tip of Colette's tip into his mouth and was greedily sucking it as he breathed noisily. Yet Colette did not protest, nor was she claiming victory.

Jenkins walked quietly around the room, serving dessert with the help of the maid. To Mrs Wilfred's comments, he merely replied "Yes, Ma'am, I'll see what I can do, Ma'am". But he took no actions - as yet.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm

Hey I would love to be one of the guests if it's not to late.

Malcolm MacDonald
6' 4"
220 Pounds of Muscle
Black Hair
Green Eyes
Well endowed and muscled.

Malcolm was standing in his circle taking a drink from his glass of wine. He had purposely made sure his position was near one of her breasts, and even tho he couldn't move from his circle, or touch her, he had some ideas on what to do to get her horny. He started blowing air across her exposed nipple, not hot, not cold, but around lukewarm to cool. He kept doing this every 10 to 15 minutes or so, and watching her reaction.

 

[Wanton and wet]

Colette remained still as Sean stood over her, as if ready to devour her breast. She had been lost in her own reveries, her mood mellow as she continued her wanton and naked display on the dining room table.

She opened her eyes when she felt hot breath on her breast and grinned seductively at the young man who loomed over her exposed chest. Colette knew she would get a reaction from the young ones. And she knew her fair-skinned body, so boldly exposed, so softly curved, would attract plenty of male attention.

As Sean leaned over her, his mouth opened as if to suck up her soft white breast, Colette realized she was enjoying being the party centerpiece. She cooed at Sean, warning him to be careful or the wager would be lost, which would cost Wilfred dearly.

"My flesh longs for your tongue lips, Sean," Colette teased. "And my nipple is stiffening in anticipation of your mouth on me."

Colette was careful not to move, which made it easier for Sean to pantomime suckling her breast, but Colette didn't want to be accused of touching a party guest by moving into his mouth. The hot breath on her pink nipple DID make it grow, pushing itself slightly upward and turning it into a hard little nub on her soft mound. Colette was enjoying the cat and mouse game.

As Sean continued to stalk the lovely and usually demure Colette, she took pride that she attracted him to her just by posing seductively on the table. The young man continued to hold his mouth wide open just millimeters from Colette's fleshy breast. As a result, he started to drool, drops of saliva landing on her nipple and sliding down the side of her breast. The stream felt wicked to Colette and she imagined her body was being splashed with hot oil in anticipation of a body massage. At this point, Sean's saliva was all she wore. Her soft breast was soaked and the air in the room brought a chill that caused her pink nipple to flex into a hard wrinkled tip. Her nipple glistened in the light of the room.

Colette enjoyed the warm feeling starting to build between her legs.