Wait

"So what's tomorrow's game?" You ask when he's cleaned himself up, trying to hide your excitement. You really want to feel his throat around your cock again, but by the rules he gets to choose the next game.

"Screw all these new rules, I think we'll just go back to the original - whoever cums first wins." He speaks as though he's given this some thought.

"Fine by me. And what's the reward?"

"Same thing, but winner gets to give the loser a facial at the end. And.... Well, you see I had this idea but I don't know if it's worth it."

He's got your curiosity. "What idea?"

"Well, we could have the loser also dress up like a girl. It'll be like we're doing it with a real woman. And I mean dress up like a full girl, I mean: wig, dress, nails, everything."

"Sounds hot," you muse. "But we'd have to spend quite a bit for all of that. Unless you just happen to have it lying around?"

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," he answers, ignoring your joke. "I'm not sure if it's worth it. What do you think?"

You realize that your answer is going to have a profound impact on the rest of the game. But first, you think you can tease him a bit.

"Wait, so are you asking me to choose a punishment for you?" Oh, you love how cocky you sound. How sexy.

"Haha, very funny. This time I know I'll win."

"HA! You'll win? My ass!" You laugh. Wait. That came out wrong.