Yes, you lost, and she owns your ass for the evening.

“You lefties are all a bunch of totalitarians at heart”, you respond, signaling your full submission to whatever Ashley will dream up for you this evening.

“It isn’t wise to make fun of the person who will soon have a digital recording of you doing various compromising, and dare I say, humiliating actions.”

“Humiliating?” you ask.

“When you play, sometimes you have to pay,” she arrogantly asserts her superiority, “Especially when you try to play in a league above your abilities.”

“So, little man,” she continues, “do you hereby promise, as a fellow lawyer and member of the Bar, to pay your wager in full which means not only stripping for this camera but do whatever I, the winner, demand of you, the loser, for the rest of the evening?”

“I give my word and will pay my debt in full,” you promise.

“Good, give me a minute to set up and we can get on with the show,” Ashley smiles.

She removes the card table that was between your chair and the sofa and sets up the tripod a few feet in front of you. Producing a hand-held video camera from her bag she firmly places it on tripod. She orientates the camera towards you focusing in on the large bulge in your underpants a few times. “I guess I should use a wide lens,” she jokes.

When the camera is ready she takes its wireless remote control and sits back on the sofa, making sure she isn’t in the picture.

“Where were we?” Ashley playfully ponders, “Oh, yeah, you had to strip. Smile for the camera.” She presses a button on the remote and you hear the camera begin to record.

“Strip!” she once again commands.