Public Play or Just Humiliation? New Year's Eve Shenanigans

At precisely midnight magic happens, we slip or slide into a new year. This time a new decade, a new roaring twenties? Time will tell. A day earlier went to a party on the eve of New Years Eve, it was an open house, where you show up, make sure the host or hostess sees you and you're free to leave whenever you want. At one point, someone Master knows asked Him "what were most grateful for in 2019?" 

There's too much it's a big question requiring far more than He could express, instead He simply said that He was most thankful that His wife was healthy. The whole time we were there He never once took His eyes off mouse, the reason she knows this was because her eyes were trained on Him and she was certain everyone could see our love for each other brimming over.

For the real New Year's Eve, we had a small group to our home, some dear friends that consisted of mostly couples. For some reason we decided that we'd play a game. Monopoly, which Master will always claim that mouse somehow cheats at because she rarely loses. The very nice thing about Monopoly is that you can play with as many people as you wish, the bank can always make more money, and it's actually more competitive with more people because you can more easily pounce and force others out of the game but at the same time, it can also lead to a very long game.

So we began playing. after an hour or some players did give up and sold their holdings to others who could afford them. The second hour, time was flying passed, Master decided to sweeten the pot a little and offered mouse a wager. At this point, four of us remained in the game and He suggested that if He beat mouse (either by her giving up before Him or losing to Him), she would be His footstool for the evening. Everyone cheered at the idea and if mouse won? He would be her footstool. The women, watching the action encouraged mouse to take that bet. Two had been forced out earlier by the "greedy males" and wanted a bit of fun revenge.

Now, at this point in the game mouse was ahead, but as in real life things can turn, but feeling a bit over-confident mouse took the wager, to the cheers of all. Shit just got real.  Master got sent to "jail" to mouse's laughter and patiently waited for His term to end, as mouse bounced around the board landing on all His properties and the Free Parking space which we loaded with cash from community chest and chance spots. That's how we play.

Then, the dice began to turn against her, she landed on several properties that He acquired when He forced out a competitor, er fellow player and had put up houses and hotels on them. Still swimming though she carried on until someone else landed on something of His and Master acquired the fourth RailRoad in lieu of rent. We were neck and neck with mouse maybe slightly ahead but not by much.

Then she pulled a "go to jail" card from the Chance pile and had no get out of jail card. He offered her an out, since several hours of game play probably remained in our future, He said if mouse threw an even number the bet would be cancelled but if she threw an odd number, then mouse would declare defeat and pay the penalty.

At this point, mouse is trying to calculate and let's try to remember math is not her strong suit. He would not make this offer to her unless He had already done the math, and judging from the properties He owned on the board, He was ahead. Plus He had the four Railroads and the Utilities, so the board was definitely weighted in His favor, but she was confident she had more cash. If He was ahead it was very close. We had been playing now for several hours already and mouse took the amended bet and rolled the dice.

Eleven.

Oh that hurt.

Everyone laughed and cheered Master's victory. It was well played. Moving with a spring in His step, Master sat on His chair and smiled as mouse knelt down and felt the familiar weight of His legs on her back. It was embarrassing. Our guests men and women alike laughed at mouse's humiliation and then as Master dared to push the envelope out even further by telling her to call Him Master, when she asked how long she'd be doing this. Several men high five'd Him over that one.

The next thought made her blush even harder than before when she thought about how many times she'd already done this. By eleven pm the penalty was over and mouse hurried or scurried around to get the champagne for midnight and glasses, popping the last of hors d'oevres into the oven. Just before Midnight the bottle was popped and glasses filled and toasted a brand new year and sealed with that with a kiss.