Mike, paying a lost bet to fiancé Diane

You still couldn’t believe this was what your fiancé had decided as you entered the lobby. You’ve always had an extremely kinky relationship with Diane, meeting first at a kink munch and never slowing down. You were both switches and poly, though more often than not scenes ended with her finding your weak spot and domming or humiliating you, which you loved. In fact when you proposed four months ago you ended the night in chastity getting pegged by her favorite strap. But even with all your kinky games this felt like a step up.

The two of you were planning your semiannual vacation, when she had put it to a contest, as she liked to do. If you win she would be your sub all vacation long anywhere you wanted to go, but if she won you’d be hers. As always the odds were against you, and seeing as you were here it’s obvious you lost.

You and Diane walked up to the receptionist desk, where a cute themby with bright blue hair and a large nose piercing greeted you. As they looked up your reservation, they asked “Ok, for Mike and Diane! I see one room, ocean view. Now, who’s the pet, and what type?”