Hangars, The Little Miss Chaos flushed. Her heart leapt, and she realized she was short of breath. She had just finished getting ready for the house of worship. This was the first time that she had gone to the house of worship with Magick, and she had been a little surprised when he had asked her. They had not been going steady very long, but there Magick stood at her door, dangling a pair of shiny nickel handcuffs from his finger teasingly. “Magick, I know that I lost the bet, but now?” she begged. Magick strolled into her apartment. He took her by by the neck gently, and gave her a soft kiss on the mouth. “Now, you were aware what was at stake when you made the bet. The Hangars lost, and the bet was that the loser spends the day as a slave, and today is your day. My, you sure look nice!” Magick stood back to admire his girlfriend. “Thank you,” she stammered, but she was incapable to take her eyes off the handcuffs. She did look nice. Her long brown hair was carefully curled, and her makeup nicely set off her light blue eyes. She had chosen to wear a soft orange chiffon blouse with sheer sleeves, and a slim black leather skirt that came to mid calf length with a slit up past her knees. Her hose was seamed, and carefully centered along the back of her shapely calves, and she wore patent high heeled pumps. An extra sexy touch was the velvet black ribbon that she had tied about her slender throat.

Since they were both university students, Magick usually saw Little Miss Chaos in jeans, although she did almost always wear a very feminine blouse and heels. The semester had just begun just over two weeks ago, and the two of them had met the first day of classes. Magick had swept her off her feet. He was a senior who transferred in from another school to be in the business program. They met in the registration lines. Things between them progressed rather quickly, and they were quite close after only having known each other a short time. At lunch, a few days before, they were talking about college football, which they both followed closely, and Little Miss Chaos remarked that she was certain that the Hangars would defeat the Sharks (Magick’s home school team) by a sound margin.

Magick, sensing he had a fish biting the line, carefully reeled in his intrigued catch. “Oh come on, dont be a spoilsport chicken, now,” he taunted. “The Hangars don’t have a shot!” “A shot? They’re going to win!” replied Little Miss Chaos. “How much do you want gamble?” “I don’t like gamble money with friends, Little Miss Chaos,” said Magick. “I tell you what. Since we are going to the house of worship this Sunday, and we are planning to spend the afternoon together anyway, I’ll bet you my liberty for the day that the Sharks will win.” Little Miss Chaos was interested.

“What do you mean, your liberty?” “Elementary my dear Chaos,” said Magick. “If the Hangars win, I will be your slave for the whole day. I’ll do whichever little thing you want. I’ll clean your apartment, lord knows it could need it, do the silliest errands for you, whatever. You can even rope and hogtie me on the floor for the whole day, if thats your thing.” Little Miss Chaos smiled. “Hogtying you sounds amusing. And if your Sharks win?” “I thought you were so sure that they wouldn’t have a shot.” “But if they do?” “The same thing. You will be my slave for the day.” Little Miss Chaos thought for a minute. “I’m not sure that I want to be trussed up, but it seems a fair bet.” She held her hand out for a firm grip of agreement

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