stakes

...and it just dawned on me that I've never once said what the actual terms of the bet were. If Stephen could drive me to the point of begging for what I needed from him, I owed him a week of calling his queue, a week with no smartass comments about what he'd messed up on in his files at work, and one unspecified request at a later date. If he lost, he would be in my hands for 3 hours as a submissive, and then he'd take over my job for a week.