A few weeks ago, my wife, Bonnie, and I made a bet on something we were both absolutely certain we were right about. The bet was for one evening of whatever the winner wanted - total control. I won, and Bonnie was appalled. I am always trying to talk her into letting me show off her body more, like flashing truckers on the highway or getting caught undressed when our next-door neighbor, Frank, is over.

She will occasionally let a button “accidentally” come open when he is around if she’s had a couple of beers, but voluntarily showing a breast or her pussy is too much for her. She knows it is a turn-on for me, but it is very difficult to get past her modesty.

When I won this bet, she was VERY nervous because she knew what I would want her to do. But give her credit: she didn’t try to back out of the bet.

The evening before I claimed my winnings, I talked to Frank about my plans, and he was more than willing to help out. I started off the evening by taking her to The Melting Pot, a fondue restaurant here in Richmond.

It is very nice - dark and romantic. We were seated in a booth in a small room. It was early enough that we were the only ones in the room. After we had ordered our first drink, I told her to unbutton another button on her dress. This would open it to just below her breasts. Since I had vetoed any underwear, when she did, she was more exposed than she ever had been in public. She sat up straight to keep the dress from opening too much, but as we ate and drank our wine, she relaxed and seemed to forget about how exposed she was. She was sitting leaning forward a bit with her shoulders sort of slumped, and the view was wonderful. I could see some of both breasts, nearly to the aureole. Our waiter, Aaron, was very attentive.

Before dessert arrived, I told her to unbutton one more button. Her dress was now open to well below her breasts. When she sat up straight, you couldn’t see much. But when she would lean forward to take a bite of dessert, it would fall away from her body, and I could see most of both breasts, including her nipples. The drinks and wine had had an effect, and she soon grew careless, leaning forward and allowing me to enjoy the view. I told her I loved the way she looked and to keep sitting that way. She was embarrassed but did as I told her.

Our waiter arrived to clear the dessert and offer us an after-dinner drink. When Bonnie saw him, she gave a little start and straightened up. With him standing right there, I said, “Bonnie, tell Aaron what our arrangement is tonight.” He looked at me with a puzzled expression, then at Bonnie. She looked down at the table and said, just as I had made her agree before we left home, “I have to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, with no argument and no hesitation.” I said, “Good girl,” then explained to Aaron that she had lost a bet, and this was how she was paying it off. He grinned as he began to understand.

“Now, Bonnie,” I said, “that’s not how I told you to sit, is it?” Still looking down at the table, she shook her head. “Show Aaron how you were sitting before he walked up.” She hesitated and looked at me without moving, nervously biting her lip. This was what she had been afraid of. She said, “I don’t think I can do this.”

I replied, “Come on, Bonnie. You have to do it. You made the bet, now it’s time to pay up. Aaron won’t mind, will you?” “Hey, not a bit”, he said, guessing what was coming. Bonnie took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and slowly did as she was told. The top of her dress fell forward again and gaped open, and we could both see her breasts right down to the nipples. What a turn-on!

“That’s much better”, I said. “Now, Bonnie, you did what I told you to do, but it wasn’t without hesitation, the way you agreed. You are going to have to pay a penalty to remind you not to hesitate when I tell you to do something this evening. Unbutton another button.”

Reluctantly, she did. The dress was now unbuttoned clear to her waist. “Good girl. Now open the dress and give Aaron a good look at what you were embarrassed to let him see the first time.” Her eyes opened wide, and she looked across the table at me. You could see the color drain from her face. He had already seen her breasts, but actively showing them to him was a very big step. “Are you hesitating?”

“No!” she said quickly, then slowly reached up and took hold of the sides of her dress. Glancing around the room to make sure there was no one else who could see, she opened it briefly, then immediately closed it again.

“Way too fast, Honey. Do it again, but this time hold the dress open until I tell you to close it.” She closed her eyes again and parted the material, letting her gorgeous tits spill out. Aaron was transfixed. He stared at her breasts and said, “Wow! Excellent!”

“That’s not so difficult, is it, Darling? Now look at Aaron and thank him for the compliment. Then you can close your dress and button that one button,” I told her. She was absolutely scarlet, but did as she was told.

“So did you learn anything?” I asked when he left.

“Yes. If I don’t do what you tell me to do, the punishment is worse than what I would have had to do in the first place.”

“Very good. Remember that, and go back to sitting like you were, and stay that way when Aaron comes back. If you are good, maybe I won’t have you show him your pussy.”

She did as she was told, and when Aaron returned without check, he stayed and talked a few minutes and thanked us both for a very enjoyable experience. All the while, he was enjoying the view of Bonnie’s naked tits.

I went home via the interstate, and just to keep things interesting, I had her unbutton the last button again. When we passed a big truck, I would reach over and open her dress and fondle her tit. We got a couple of appreciative horn toots, and I know she was embarrassed, but she didn’t try to cover up. I guess she was afraid of what I would have her do if she did!

When we got home, she said that it wasn’t as bad or as difficult as she thought it would be. She even said she didn’t know whether she was more embarrassed, afraid, or excited. She thought she was done, but I told her to go into the bedroom and undress. I had already tied some soft cord to the corners of our king-size bed. I had her lay down and quickly tied her nude and spread eagle on the bed. This was not really a first. We had experimented with light bondage a few times, but it was never a big part of our sex life. This time, though, she was in for a surprise.