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Georgetta
by The Dolphin (address withheld)
***
A couple play at bondage and submission, enjoying every
sensation they create between themselves. (MF, bd,
oral, anal, toys, rom)
***
Author's Note: The girl in this story is a real person,
an ex-girlfriend of mine. We parted amicably, and I
still care about her a lot. This story is a work of
fiction - it never happened, although I have shared it
with her, and she enjoyed it. I hope you do too! The
names have been changed to protect us both. Georgetta
is the name of another girl that I have desired, but
the physical descriptions of my heroine are of my ex-
girlfriend.
***
Chapter 1: The End Of A Long Day
The box was waiting just inside the front door to her
apartment building, just as Chris had said it would be
when she got home. It was on the floor in front of the
mailboxes with her name and address on it. A large size
brown cardboard box. Chris had refused to tell her what
was in the carton, only that she was to bring it
upstairs. She had lost the bet, and as a result had
agreed to follow his directions for one night. It was
now time to pay up. If she decided to open the box, she
had to follow the directions in the box to the letter.
Georgetta had to go up the stairs to her apartment and
drop off her purse, briefcase, and other mail before
returning to get the carton. It was a little heavier
than she expected, and took a bit of effort to get it
upstairs and into her apartment. Setting it down on the
kitchen table, she got a pair of scissors out of the
drawer and sliced open the tape on the top of the
carton. As she thought, there was a note from Chris on
top of the contents.
She sliced open the envelope and pulled the letter from
inside. It read:
My dearest Georgetta,
You are to take this box into the bedroom and unpack
it, placing the contents on the bed. Do not yet open
the small box in the bottom of this carton. I will be
along later this evening to continue this fantasy. You
are then to undress completely and place on the
articles of clothing I have provided. Further
instructions are contained inside this box.
Once you are dressed, you are to pour yourself a glass
of wine and then relax in the living room. I have
included one of your romance novels in the box for your
reading pleasure. Turn to the section I have bookmarked
for you, and read from the box while you drink the
glass of wine.
When you have finished the book and have drunk the
wine, open the envelope at the back of the book and
read the next set of instructions.
Chris
***
Intrigued, Georgetta picked up the box and carried it
into the bedroom. Setting it on top of the bed, she
lifted the packing material and began to unpack the
contents. On top was indeed a romance novel, one of the
real trashy ones she liked to read while laying on the
beach. The rest of the contents surprised her.
She had expected Chris to provide a sexy lingerie
outfit for her, but this was not quite what she had
expected. A pair of black leather knee-high boots and
black fishnet stockings were the first items. A black,
soft leather halter top, a black leather mini-skirt, a
black garter belt, and a black thong panty completed
the outfit she was intended to wear. She picked up the
halter top and examined it. It was basically a black
leather bra, but had a collar with silver metal studs.
Several straps rose from the top of the bra to the
collar.
Smiling to herself, she wondered just what Chris was
intending, but decided it would be a lot of fun to find
out. "Guess he's in the mood for a Harley Davidson
biker-type fantasy, I guess" she thought.
Dropping the outfit on the bed, she stepped out of her
heels, and shrugged off the suit jacket. Fumbling with
the zipper to her skirt, she walked towards the closet.
Removing the hanger, she stepped out of the skirt, and
then hung it on the hanger. She returned to the bed and
picked up the jacket, adding it to the hanger and
returned it to the closet.
She returned to the dresser and reached behind her to
undo her bra. Her breasts fell loose as the bra came
unhooked, and she removed the item from her shoulders.
She softly caressed her breasts, imagining the feel of
Chris's hands on them later that evening. They were
very sensitive, and even her casual caresses sent a
tiny wave of pleasure through her.
She dropped her thumbs inside the pantyhose and
panties, and pushed them down to below her knees. She
sat down on the bed and pulled them off her legs. She
then picked up the black fishnet hose from Chris's
package and carefully pulled on one and then the other.
Standing up, she spent a minute on each leg, carefully
straightening the seams. "Why do these things drive
guys crazy?" she wondered, not for the first time.
The halter top was the next item. She quickly figured
out the fastener on the collar and attached it around
her neck. She smoother the cups of the halter around
her breasts and then reached behind her back to fasten
the catch. She had never worn a leather item like this
before, and found she liked the feel of the leather
against her skin. The halter was relatively low cut,
and revealed a significant amount of cleavage. The
black leather straps from the halter up to the collar
stood out against her tanned skin. leather "This could
be fun," she thought to herself.
She picked up the garter belt and fastened it around
her waist, and then spent several minutes fastening the
garter straps front and rear to the stockings. "Men"
she muttered as the last strap became slights
irritating and refused to lock in on the stocking. At
last it too locked close. She picked up the thong and
stepped into it, settling it into place on her hips.
She noted that it too was made of leather.
The leather skirt then went around her waist. It zipped
up one side, although the zipper started more than a
few inches from the bottom. From her waist to the hem
it was less the fifteen or sixteen inches, and didn't
cover very much at all. She rotated the skirt around
her waist, positioning the zipper at the front of her
right thigh. The slight slit on her skirt showed the
top of the stockings and a bit of thigh. "Chris will
certainly appreciate that," she thought to herself.
She sat down onto the bed and pulled first one boot and
then the other on. They fit perfectly, leading her to
believe Chris had been snooping around her clothing to
determine her sizes. The boots had a good three inch
heel, and she stood carefully and took a few steps to
get her balance straight. She had a pair of four-inch
heels that she sometimes wore, the kind she referred to
as her "do-me" heels, but she often didn't spend much
time walking in them - Chris usually took her straight
to bed after only a few minutes of her walking around
him wearing them.
She looked again into the box and noticed she had
missed two items. Two black leather studded bracelets
were in the bottom of the box, next to the other box
that Chris's letter had told her not to open. She
picked up and examined the two black leather wrist
cuffs. They were studded with silver squares around the
inside, and had soft fabric on the inside. They had
smaller silver studs similar to the ones on the halter
top she was wearing. More interesting was that the
fastening mechanism seemed rather intricate, and it
took a bit of work with both hands to get each one
open. She fastened one on each wrist.
She stood up from the bed and over to the full length
mirrors on the closet doors. "Motorcycle slut from LA,"
she thought to herself as she took in her appearance.
The high heels on the boots lifted her butt slightly
into the air, tightening her buttocks and leg muscles.
They were high, but she had worn this size before and
could move reasonably well in them. "We better not be
going out dancing though!" she thought.
The halter clung tightly to her breasts, revealing and
hiding her curves at the same time. The halter fit
snugly underneath her breasts, and revealed her taut
stomach and belly button, before the black miniskirt
began. The skirt barely covered her tush, and as she
turned and lifted the back of the skirt, she noted that
the panty was more of a G-string in the back, tapering
quickly away from a few inches at the small of her back
to almost a string between her ass cheeks.
It needs something, however, she thought, and stepped
over to her dresser. She fumbled through her jewelry
box for a minute and found the thick gold hoop
earrings. She fastened these into each ear, and then
added a longer, dangly-type golden earring to the
second hole in her right ear. A further search of her
jewelry revealed the long golden chain she sometimes
wore at the beach, and she fastened it around her
waist. It gleamed in the light and hung loose on her
hips, just above the top of the mini-skirt.
Lastly, she picked out a 16" gold chain and fastened it
about her neck. The bottom of the chain settled nicely
into her cleavage. A final check in the mirror and she
decided she had the outfit just about right. She picked
up a black hair scrungee from the dresser top and
pulled her hair into a soft ponytail behind her.
It wasn't in Chris's instructions but it seemed to fit
the image. "All I need is a black leather biker jacket
and I could jump on the back of a hog" she thought to
herself. "Screw that - I could drive my own hog, and
get Chris to ride on the back" she thought to herself
and laughed.
She applied a bit of blush, some mascara, and then
found her reddest lipstick. It was a vivid, bright red,
and she applied it carefully to her lips. Picking up a
tissue, she blotted her lips and dropped the tissue
into the wastebasket. She smiled and blew a kiss to the
tempting seductress that looked back at her from the
mirror. She had just applied red nail polish the
previous day, and it seemed to fit in well with the
image.
"Now for the next part of this fantasy," she thought.
Chapter 2: A Glass of Wine and Thou
She walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Her
breasts swayed as she walked, and moved slightly inside
the halter, and she could feel the tight panty brushing
up against her. She liked the feel of the cool leather
on her skin, pressing snug against her breasts. "Now I
know what the attraction to leather is!" she thought to
herself.
Opening the refrigerator, she found the bottle of wine
she and Chris had bought the previous weekend and
placed it on the counter. She opened the silverware
drawer and pulled out the wine opener. The bottle
opened with a satisfying "pop". She got a glass down
from the cabinet and began pouring the wine when she
saw Chris's handwriting on the bottle.
"Drink me to here," it said, and it indicated almost
half of the bottle.
"Getting me drunk to take advantage of me, he is!" she
said out loud. "He better be very good to me tonight"
she thought, and continued pouring.
Measuring the bottle against the glass she had poured,
she realized it was about two good sized glasses, more
than she usually had, and certainly enough to loosen a
few inhibitions.
Georgetta returned the wine bottle to the refrigerator
and then picked up the wine glass and walked back into
the bedroom. She picked up the novel Chris had sent and
walked back out into the living room to her favorite
chair. She carefully arranged herself onto the sofa
cushion and took her first drink of wine. Setting the
glass down on the end table, and noting the red
lipstick she had left on the glass, she opened the book
to the bookmark Chris had left, and began to read.
It was one of her favorite romance writers. This author
wrote wonderfully romantic happy stories, but sprinkled
liberal amounts of sexual activities and adventures
throughout. The usual "man-meets-girl-and-falls-in-
love, man and girl both meet others and fool around,
and then man and girl manage to save their love" type
story.
This section Chris had her start at quickly got into
the "fooling-around" scenes, and she read attentively
as one bedroom encounter led to another and yet
another, as the hero and heroine made one romantic
adventure after another. After several very good
chapters, she realized that she had finished the first
glass of wine. She set the book aside and stood up from
the chair.
She walked carefully into the kitchen and retrieved the
bottle from the refrigerator. She felt incredibly sexy
dressed in this motorcycle slut outfit, and let her
hands wander momentarily over her breasts and down her
body before returning to her breasts. A brief caress or
two and she could feel her nipples hardening beneath
the leather halter, and she let out a small gasp as the
sensations swept through her.
"I may need to convince Chris to let me keep this
outfit after tonight!" she thought to herself.
"Shouldn't be too hard to do that," the thought
continued, and she smiled.
She poured the wine into her glass, noticing that she
had almost passed the marking on the bottle that she
was supposed to drink. The glass was full as she
returned the bottle to the refrigerator and then walked
back into the living room and the novel.
As she sat into the chair, the skirt rode well up her
thighs, showing much of the skin above the tops of the
stockings. She could feel the leather panty snuggle up
against her clitoris, and knew that at least part of
Chris's plans were beginning to work. She was just a
little buzzed, definitely feeling the effects of the
glasses of wine she was consuming. She was also getting
a little aroused.
She picked up the novel and was quickly caught up in
the lovemaking described in the book. The chapter he
had marked began:
Donna walked out of the hotel room, slamming the door
in disgust. She had just caught her lover, Vernon, in
bed with her best friend and almost maid-of-honor, of
all people. True, it had been her maid-of-honor in her
almost marriage to David, and that was last year before
the wedding had been called off and then she had
started seeing Vernon, but still the irony of it all
astounded her.
She walked down the hallway of the hotel, her heels
loudly clicking against the polished wooden floors of
the hotel. This was her favorite Philadelphia hotel,
the Ritz Carlton, and she loved the incredible luxury
and opulence of the hotel. Usually, she loved it, she
thought. Now her blood was racing and her thoughts
raced through her head.
She punched the button to the elevator and stood there,
staring back up the corridor at the hotel room where
Vernon and Kendra were, probably picking out the ice
cubes from the bed sheets. Donna giggled as she
remembered their reactions. She had walked into the
room, having learned from Vernon's secretary that he
had made plans to spend the night at the hotel. She had
bribed the turn-down maid to let her into his room, and
had snuck through the living room of his suite,
intending to surprise him in the bedroom.
However, when she opened the door to the room, she had
found them there, Vernon's head and shoulders buried
between the legs of Kendra. Kendra had just let out a
long moan when she opened her eyes to see Donna staring
there. Furious, Donna strode to the dresser and grabbed
the ice bucket sitting there. She turned and flung the
contents on the entwined couple, soaking the two of
them and the bed with the ice water and cubes. The
bottle hit Vernon in the ass.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" she had screamed at Vernon. "And
you, you back-stabbing little slut!" she had screamed
at Kendra. "You two deserve each other," she had
screamed at them, as they shrieked back at her from the
cold ice water. She had then turned and stormed out of
the room.
The elevator doors opened and she got in. She saw the
door to the hotel suite open and Vernon come stumbling
out as the doors to the elevator shut. She pushed the
button for the Parking Garage Level 3 and leaned back
in against the walls of the car. Although she was
trying to fight it, she felt the first tears come as
the car made its way from the top floor of the hotel
down to the lower level parking garage.
The doors opened and she ran out from the car. She was
openly crying now and certainly didn't want to be seen
in this condition. As she rounded the corner of the
garage to where she had parked her Beamer, she fumbled
in her purse, pulling out the keys and finding the key
fob. She peered at the remote opener through her watery
eyes and pushed the "Unlock" button. Her Beamer beeped
once and flashed its lights, opening the doors for her.
As she approached the car she heard the steps behind
her. A large body came up from behind, grabbing her
around the waist and clamping a hand over her mouth.
She was lifted off her feet and moved to the back of
her car. The hand on her waist moved and grabbed her
wrist, finding the remote opener and pushed a button,
popping the trunk open. She tried to scream and twist
against her assailant, but was shoved brutally into the
trunk and closed in when the unknown attacker slammed
it shut on her.
She heard the front door open, and then moments later
the engine roared to life. She was flung about in the
trunk as the Beamer was backed out of the parking spot
and pulled away up the parking garage ramps. She hit
her head on something and blacked out.
* * *
Georgetta paused in her reading to take another sip of
wine. She loved trashy novels, and the kidnapping theme
was a common one. "Is Chris going to abduct me tonight"
she wondered to herself. "He better not try to shove me
in a trunk!" she thought with a smile.
Georgetta set the wine glass down, readjusted her
skirt, which kept insisting on riding up, and resumed
reading.
Chapter 3: Scenes from a Trashy Romance Novel
Donna opened her eyes and stared into darkness. She
blinked several times, but still could not see
anything. Then she realized she was blindfolded. Worse,
they, whoever they were, had gagged her as well. Her
mouth tasted funny. She tried to spit it out but found
she couldn't. It took her a few minutes to regain her
thoughts and assess what was going on. She felt like
she was laying on her back, that much she could figure
out. Something soft, most likely a bed.
She tried to move her arms but realized that they were
fastened above her head. Same with her legs. She could
feel they were tied to something else as well. She was
basically tied spread-eagled on a bed, blindfolded and
gagged. She also felt a little cold, but could still
feel her bra straps across her chest and the waistband
of her panties. So she wasn't naked, but certainly not
fully clothed either. "This is not good," she thought
to herself, not for the first time.
She tugged with each arm, and then tried to move her
legs, but to no avail. She was tied tight and not going
anywhere until someone decided to let her go.
She heard the door open and footsteps approach the bed.
She turned her head towards the sound, but still could
not see anything - the blindfold cut off all of her
sight. Then she felt fingers on the side of her face.
She turned away, and then realized that they were
caressing her face, and not hurting her. She felt the
hand work slowly and softly down her cheek and ear, to
her neck, caressing and touching the sides of her neck
and under her chin. The one hand was joined by a
second, alternating between her earlobes, her neck, and
her chin. Despite herself, Donna thought it felt quite
nice.
The hands stopped and she heard footsteps move away
from the bed. Then she heard the music begin. It was a
jazz song. For some reason it made her think of her ex-
fiancé - he had always loved listening to jazz and they
had frequently made love to the sounds of jazz on the
stereo. Then she heard the steps approaching her again,
and then the wait and feeling of someone sitting on the
bed next to her. The hands returned, stroking and
caressing her face and neck, occasionally moving to her
upper chest. Then she felt his hands on her gag,
loosening it. He pulled it from her mouth.
Donna worked her tongue, lips, and jaw, trying to
moisten her dry mouth. Then a few splashes of a liquid
were dropped into her mouth. She tasted it and realized
it was water. A hand reached behind her neck and lifted
her head upwards, and a glass was placed against her
lips, allowing her to drink. She took several swallows
before the glass was lifted away.
"Please let me g-" she started to say when her lips
were covered by his. In shock, she turned away from the
kiss, but he placed his hands on either side of her
face and turned her to him. He kissed her again,
although she didn't return the favor. But there was
something strangely familiar about his kiss...
Then his lips were on her neck, and nibbling softly on
the sides of her neck, up and down, and to that little
spot on the right side of her neck that was just so
sensitive, and then back to her lips. This time, she
kissed back, surprising herself. His lips left hers,
and returned to that sensitive spot on her neck. They
worked downwards, down her upper chest and to the top
of her straining breasts, kissing and nuzzling between
them. She felt his hands reach behind her for the clasp
of her brasserie, and lifted her back up slightly to
help.
"There are only two men in this world that know how
sensitive that spot on my neck is," she thought to
herself as the mysterious stranger finished removing
her bra and started kissing her breasts. "One was her
now ex-lover Vernon, who she had left in the hotel room
with that slut Kendra, the other her ex-fiancé, David.
But which one of the two of them was doing this. It
can't be Vernon - he could never have gotten down to
the hotel parking garage in time to catch her from
behind. That meant it had to be..." Then she felt that
distinctive nibbling sensation on her left breast and
knew it to be.
"David! - David let me go you son-of-a-bitch! How dare
you do this to me!" she yelled at him. A chuckling
sound let her now she had guessed correctly. "Let me
out of these ropes you bastard!" she screamed at him,
trying to twist her body and breasts away from his
kisses.
"Quiet, m'love" or I'll need to put the gag back in,"
he said to her. "You just lay there and enjoy this
evening's attention." He moved his lips down from her
breasts, softly nibbling down her stomach and caressing
the space of skin just above her womanhood. She felt
him grasp the fabric of her panty with both hands and
then heard a ripping noise as he ripped one side of the
fabric. She felt him slide the remainder of the garment
down her left leg, and then gasped as he pressed his
lips and tongue against her most sensitive spot.
Despite her cries to stop, that they had broken up,
that she didn't want him to do this, that he was a
bastard and had left her for another woman, David
continued his affections to her womanhood, and she
could feel her excitement rising inside her. Her
protestations died away as she was swept away in the
exotic feelings he produced within her. She struggled
weakly against the bonds holding her hands, and then
gave up, allowing him to take her. As the moment came,
she shook with ecstasy, and lay there, allowing the
emotions and feelings to sweep through her.
Then he was inside her. She felt his manhood penetrate
deep into her, and she found herself raising her hips
to take him, to feel him. They moved together, she
moving upwards, he driving into her. She heard his
cries as he achieved his release and shook within her
before collapsing on top of her.
After several minutes, he reached up and removed her
blindfold. She squinted in the light, realizing that it
was only from a few candles he had placed around the
bed. She looked around and recognized the decor and
furnishings of the Ritz Carlton! She had never even
left the hotel!
As she started to ask him to explain, he again dropped
his lips to her womanhood and began again, this time
slower and more languorously than the first time. Hours
and hours passed, it seemed to her, as she lay there
upon the bed. She could feel the sheets grow wet
beneath her, as David brought her to a second and then
third release. His hands roamed her body, caressing her
breasts, moving up and down her legs. After the third
release he slowly stopped and lifted his body from
hers.
She felt his hands on her legs, releasing the ties from
each foot. As she stretch and flexed each leg he moved
to her arms and release each one. He laid down beside
her and she rolled towards him, enveloping his face
with kisses. She moved herself on top of him, and found
him ready for her again. This time she moved slowly
atop him, feeling his hardness within herself. She
watched his face and eyes, trying to gauge his level of
excitement, slowing as she thought he neared release.
Finally, as her thighs began to burn, she quickened the
pace of their lovemaking, and felt him achieve his
release. She collapsed on top of him, holding him in
place inside her.
"You have a lot of explaining to do," she said to him.
Georgetta turned the page in the novel and found a
post-it note from Chris. It said: That's all for your
reading enjoyment this evening. You can finish the book
another time. Now it's time to proceed to the next
activity in this night's entertainment plans. If you
are still willing to participate, open the envelope at
the back of this book. Chris
Georgetta thought for a few moments. She really wanted
to see what happened next in the story, find out
whether Donna took David back or got back together with
Vernon. She was also feeling very aroused. That last
scene had really turned her on, and she was more than a
bit curious as to what else Chris had planned for her.
She found the envelope stapled into the back of the
book. Ripping it from the book cover, she opened it to
find a second envelope and a sheet of paper with
further instructions. The sheet read:
Georgetta,
I hope you have enjoyed your evening so far. I have put
a considerable amount of work into this fantasy, and
hope to allow you to experienced one of the most
incredible nights of your life. You now need to decide
if you want to follow through where I am about to take
you. You may have a slight idea based on your attire
and the last scene in the novel. I assure you that you
will not be hurt, and that we will have a most
incredible night of lovemaking and pleasure.
If you agree, then you are first to clean-up the wine
glass and leave the novel on the counter in the
kitchen. Then take the remaining envelope into the
bedroom and get the second box from inside the first
carton I left for you. I will soon be there, my
darling, and promise to make incredible love to you
regardless of your decision as to where this night
goes. I can only imagine how incredibly sexy and
desirable you look right now, dressed in the boots and
leather I have provided for you.
Finally, if at any time this night is not going as you
would desire and want to stop the fantasy, you are to
say "Thunderbird". That will be our code word to let me
know that you want to stop and talk. Otherwise, I will
continue with my plans for the evening and assume that
I have your agreement.
For now, my love,
Chris
Chapter 4: Fit to be Tied
She had already decided that she would follow through
with Chris on this fantasy. He had obviously worked
hard to make it happen, and she was enjoying herself
immensely so far. She found it funny that he had chosen
"Thunderbird" as her escape word, but was pleased that
he had planned for any eventuality.
The car that she had been driving when she and Chris
had first started dating was a dark blue Thunderbird,
and she had loved it very much. She had many great
memories of her times with Chris in that car. She felt
more comfortable now following his directions knowing
that she could stop him at any point.
She picked up the envelope, book, and wine glass and
walked (swayed, actually) into the kitchen. She quickly
rinsed the glass, scrubbing away the lipstick, and left
the book on the kitchen counter as instructed. Then she
walked with the other envelope into the bedroom and
picked up the letter opener to open the third envelope
and the box. Chris's writing on the outside of the
envelope instructed her to open the carton first before
following the instructions on contained in the
envelope.
She attacked the box with the letter opener and quickly
had slit the tape sealing it shut. She was somewhat
surprised at the contents, although she had suspected
something based on his instructions in the letter and
that last chapter of the romance novel. The box
contained two short lengths of chain, one about six
inches long and the other about three and a half feet.
Both had hooks on the end that would lock once they
were closed.
The box also contained a Sony Discman and headphones, a
set of keys, a small silver vibrator, and what looked
to be a wide black leather headband. She was pretty
sure what Chris had in mind now, and again made up her
mind to continue. She know Chris really cared for her
and would not do anything that might hurt her, and
besides, the story in the novel had made it all seem
incredibly exciting.
The vibrator surprised her. She knew what it was, of
course, but had never used one. She picked it up and
examined it. Chris had attached a post-it note to the
toy that instructed her to turn the base of the
vibrator until she had heard two clicks. She tried it
and almost dropped it as it began humming in her hand.
She felt it between her palms for a few minutes,
feeling the vibrations and listening to the humming
noise it made. She turned it off and then set it back
on the comforter on the bed.
She opened up the letter and read the instructions
inside. She was again surprised by the level of effort
Chris had gone through to prepare for this night.
The first few steps in the letter were pretty simple.
She was told to first bring the chair from the corner
of the bedroom into the middle of the floor directly
beneath the oak beam that ran across the middle of the
ceiling. She was to feed the longer chain through the
hoop Chris had installed in the beam, leaving an equal
amount hanging to either side of the chain. She was
then to return the chair to the corner of the room. She
did this, struggling to move the chair in her heels and
with the tight miniskirt constricting her steps.
"When did he do all of this, and how come I never
noticed this before?" she thought to herself. The beam
was just across the room from her bed, and she
practically looked right at it when she was laying in
bed. She certainly would have noticed it before, she
thought. She stepped up carefully onto the chair, and
looked at the metal loop.
It had been screwed into the beam, and she fed one
length of the longer chain through the loop. She
measured the sides to get equal amounts of chain
hanging on either side. She stepped off the chair and
dragged it back to the corner of the room. She picked
up the letter and continued reading.
The keys were to be hung on the necklace she was now
wearing. Chris's letter explained that the keys would
open the locks on the two chains, once the night was
well underway. She unfastened the necklace from behind
her neck and slipped the two silver keys over the
chain. She refastened the catch and returned to the
letter.
The next activity was to place the Discman onto a loop
on the back of her miniskirt, and then to place the
headphones in her ears. A CD from Mozart was already in
the Discman, and she was instructed to turn it on and
set the volume to 5. She turned the Discman on, and
fastened it to the belt loop on the side of the
miniskirt. She set the headphones in her ears. She
found the music to be somewhat loud but not painfully
so. The sounds of a Mozart sonata were soon playing in
her ears.
The vibrator was next. She was told to turn it on by
turning the bottom to the second click, and then to
insert it inside of her. She knew where it went and
what she was supposed to do with it, but it still took
several seconds to convince herself to do this. She
lifted up her skirt and pulled the panty down. She was
already quite wet from the first part of the evening,
and as she pressed it between her thighs and held it,
pressing against her for several seconds. It was
buzzing quite happily. She slowly turned it, rubbing it
up and down, and then pressed the tip of the toy inside
her.
She pressed a little harder, letting out a gasp as she
felt the buzzing inside. Slowly, she worked it in and
out until only the end was peaking out from inside of
her. She pulled her panty back up over it (which
immediately pushed the vibrator a little farther in and
momentarily staggered her). The buzzing and vibrating
motion of the sex toy immediately got her keyed up, and
made her even wetter, if possible. She adjusted her
skirt back down, moving it slightly to position the
zipper and accompanying slit over her right thigh.
She was then instructed to pull the black headband over
her head and down around her neck. She was then to put
down the letter, pick up the remaining length of chain,
and step into the middle of the bedroom beneath the oak
beam and the hanging chain. She pulled the headband
over her head, freed her hair from behind her back, and
then picked up the small length of chain. She walked
carefully to the center of the room, feeling the
sensation of the vibrator within her as the tight panty
moved it slightly with each step.
The letter had instructed her to use the short length
of chain to lock her two boots together. She bent over
slowly, shaking slightly as the vibrator continued its
happy thrumming, and found that the two clasps on
either end of the short chain would connect into small
loops on the inside of each boot. One clasp on either
end of the chain locked onto each boot. This
effectively prevented her from moving more than six
inches at a time - the length of the chain holding her
in place. As she did this and then stood back up from
leaning over she felt the vibrator shift a little more
inside her.
It was a small unit, no more than four or five inches,
but more than enough to drive her a little crazy with
its incessant motion. She could already feel an orgasm
building inside, and hoped that Chris would be there
soon to replace the vibrator with his own sex tool,
something that she knew would fill her more completely
than the small silver toy did.
The last two steps were reasonably clear, but required
the final surrender. She could still stop now, retrieve
the keys from around her neck, and then just jump on
Chris as soon as he walked in the door. As horny as she
was getting, this was a very attractive option, but she
decided to go ahead and follow the last two steps. She
reached up with her hands and fastened the lock on one
end of the chain to the ring on the left wrist cuff.
She was still surprised that she had missed the rings
on her wristbands earlier in the night. Now she didn't
care.
Carefully moving her right hand down, she pulled the
black headband up over her chin and settled it into
place over her eyes. She was now in darkness, and with
the Mozart playing in her ears, effectively placed into
a sensory deprivation mode. She reached up with her
right hand, stood on her tiptoes, or at least as high
as her heels and the chain on her ankles would allow,
and found the other end of the length of chain hanging
from the beam. Taking a deep breath, she locked the
clasp into place on her right wrist.
That was it. Her legs were bound together with the
short chain. Her hands were fastened via the wrist
cuffs to a length of chain and suspended over her head.
The sonata in her ears and the black blindfold cut off
both her hearing and sight. She was essentially
helpless. She figured if she tried hard enough and long
enough she could unbuckle the wrist cuffs, but they
were pretty snug, there wasn't much leverage in the
length of chain hanging from the ceiling, and her long
fingernails certainly wouldn't help matters.
Chris had carefully taken into account her height, the
length of her arms, the heels, and the length of the
chain holding her hands. She had some slight freedom,
but not enough to lower her arms, or, as she tried to
ascertain, to really get to the fastenings of the wrist
cuffs. "This is it," she thought. I'm locked in place
here, waiting for my man to come and ravish me.
She stood there in place, listening to the music, and
becoming more and more aware of the buzzing between her
legs. She could feel the pressure build inside her as
the vibrator continued to merrily hum away, sending
waves throughout her. She rocked slightly in her heels,
pulling against the cuffs and the chain holding her in
place. Without sight or sound, it was easy to imagine
that it was really Chris that was inside of her. She
could almost feel his hands on his breasts, the thrust
of him deep inside her.
She closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan as the
pressure continued to build. She tried to shake her
hips a little to move the vibrator inside of her pussy,
but wound up shaking a bit without really moving it. If
I can just move it a little bit further, things will
really happen. She squirmed a little more, feeling her
breasts jiggle softly under the leather.
"Hmmmm," she thought. "That feels kind of nice." Her
nipples had grown ever harder and more erect as her
orgasm had begun to build, and were now rubbing against
the leather halter top. She Leaned up slightly onto her
tiptoes and then back. The combination of the spiked
heels and chain holding her hands though restricted
most of her motion, but she got a bit of a jiggle, she
thought. "Aaron Spelling would never put this jiggle
onto a show, though!" she thought.
She swayed a few more times, and then let out another
moan as she felt the orgasm began to crest. She tensed,
feeling the wave, when...
With a slight click the vibrator shut off.
She waited, tensed and poised, on the brink of an
explosion, thinking she was mistaken, but realizing
that no, the damned thing had shut off. "Goddamn him!
He didn't change the batteries!! I don't fucking
believe this!" She tried to swing her hips or move to
make the vibrator continue to nudge her most sensitive
spot, but between her heels, the boot chain, and her
hands locked above her head found she could only squirm
in frustration as the wave of her orgasm slowly faded
away.
"I really don't believe he did this. Let me out of this
thing!" she cried, and tried to reach the cuff
fastenings. She struggled for several minutes before
giving up, and slumped into the chains, letting the
chain and her arms take her weight. She was extremely
sensitive to everything right now. She could feel the
vibrator inside her, just sitting there taking up space
but not doing anything to help her.
Her nipples pressed against the halter, demanding
attention. She knew it was because of her aroused
state, but that certainly didn't help matters much. The
damned music was continuing to play away in her ears,
and she couldn't see a goddamn thing! Her level of
frustration mounted and she started swearing at Chris,
calling him every name in the book and promising what
she was going to do to him when she got out of this
setup, and then...
The vibrator clicked back on. She stopped in mid-
sentence (and mid-swearing, questioning the legitimacy
of Chris's birth) when she felt it begin buzzing again.
She leaned her head back and moaned as she felt it
within her again, and suddenly took back all the bad
things she had said about Chris. She was moaning and
writhing quite happily then again, doing her slight
jiggle, when after two minutes it clicked off again.
"I think I've been royally set-up this time," she
thought to herself. Despite the urging and roaring
between her thighs, Georgetta stood quietly, counting
to herself. Her body was pleading with her for a
release, but she ignored it as best she could and tried
to count. The lack of sight and the sonata playing in
the her ears made it difficult, but she thought she was
close to 180 seconds when the vibrator kicked back on.
"The damn thing turns itself on and off!" she thought -
"I'm going to kill him!" That thought drifted away as
her orgasm began building again, responding to her
bodies' desires and the incessant buzzing between her
legs. She thought maybe she could make herself cum
before her time expired. She struggled in earnest,
shaking the chains and wriggling, trying to push the
vibrator directly where she really, really, really
REALLY-fucking needed it, desperately trying to attain
that elusive orgasm when - "click" - it shut off again.
She slumped against the chains and hung there, cursing
the SOB who had invented the thing.
Chapter 5: The Hero Returns
Chris sat on the bed, watching Georgetta squirm in her
chains. He had emerged from the closet moments after
she had locked her wrists into the chains and completed
the self-bondage. He had to continually control himself
from going to her immediately, releasing her from the
captivity and taking her to bed immediately. She was
just so incredibly gorgeous, sexy, and desirable in the
black outfit - not to mention the completely helpless
state she was in - and all at his request!
He had walked quietly around her after emerging from
the closet, taking in the incredible appearance of his
girlfriend. Her breasts were barely contained in the
leather halter top, and he knew that her nipples inside
would be hard and aroused, just begging for him to lick
and kiss each one. He knew that they were very
sensitive, and he knew that it might only take a little
attention to them to trigger the orgasm she was so
desperately trying to achieve.
Her legs and ass looked incredible. The miniskirt and
boots just did amazing things to her posterior curves.
He loved to look at her legs, and watch her walk, and
wished that he could watch her walk ahead of him in
this outfit. "A little later on this night," he
thought.
The instructions manual for the vibrator indicated it
would stay "on" for five minutes when initially turned
on prior to moving to the on-off cycle, so he left her
there in the bedroom and walked out to the kitchen. He
retrieved her wine glass from the kitchen sink, got the
bottle of wine from the refrigerator and poured himself
a glass. He got a water glass down from the cupboard
and filled it, knowing that Georgetta would be thirsty
after the next hour's activities.
Returning to the bedroom, he settled onto the bed and
watched as Georgetta continued writhing in the chains.
A sheen of perspiration covered her face, neck, and
chest, and from the way she was rubbing her legs
together he knew she was getting close. He hoped he had
timed it just right. When she started the slight
jiggle, he sat up in amazement. "Maybe I should have
allowed a little more slack in that chain," he thought
to himself.
She was bouncing slightly, raising up onto her tip-toes
and then dropping back down. He stood up from the bed
and stepped to her side to watch. She was only lifting
her heels maybe a half-inch off the floor, but the
resulting bounce set certain parts of her anatomy
bouncing happily.
Her breasts swayed slightly within the halter, and he
thought he could almost make out the shape of her
nipple through the leather. Her dark brown hair jostled
softly around her face, and bounced in back in the
ponytail, and the skirt bounced a bit around her ass
and legs. "All in all a most amazing sight," he thought
to himself.
He heard the slight click when the vibrator shut off
and watched her face change from a look of ecstasy to
amazement. He winced as she began swearing at him and
calling him every name in the book. He was surprised at
the extent of her vocabulary, wondering where she had
picked up a few of those terms. He appreciated her
motions as she tried to finish the orgasm she had
almost had, and had to restrain himself from releasing
her and finishing the task.
Two minutes after the vibrator had shut off it turned
on again. He reached over to the nightstand and opened
the drawer, removing the remote control for the
vibrator. Checking his watch, he watched as Georgetta
again began to shake with the upcoming orgasm. The
vibrator was on a fixed three-minute-on-two-minute-off
sequence, but he could override it with the remote
control. He hadn't been sure she had followed his
directions to turn it to the second setting - if she
had only turned it to the first setting it would have
stayed on and she would have been well onto her second
orgasm by now.
He checked the clock and decided to let a few more
minutes pass before he interrupted things. As he
settled back onto the bed, he softly rubbed his raging
hard-on in his jeans. There was no way that any mortal
man could watch someone as beautiful and sexy as
Georgetta, in the attire she was wearing, and the
obvious state of sexual heat she was, and not get
incredibly excited.
He watched as she went through an additional four
cycles of on-and-off activity. When the vibrator was
on, she would moan and squirm in place, start the
jiggling motion, all in trying to get to that elusive
orgasm. When it was off, she slumped in the chains, and
hung in place, waiting for the next on cycle. She was
getting tired, he knew, and wouldn't last much longer.
He intended to tease and torment her slightly, but
certainly not to annoy or get her really mad at him.
As the vibrator click on for the fifth time in the
cycle, he triggered the remote control to "on" and set
the vibrator to high. He watched as her head lifted,
and she tried to peer around the room. He knew she
couldn't hear anything, but if she had left some space
around the blindfold she might be able to see him and
realize he was here.
* * *
She felt the vibrator kick back in, but at a higher
rate this time. The vibrations were more intense, more
throbbing, and she hoped beyond all hope that this time
she would finally come!! She really needed the release
of an orgasm, and she was getting almost too horny. But
why was it running at a higher speed?"
Did Chris do that? Is he here with me now, in this
room, watching me as I stand here trying to come? Is he
somehow controlling the vibrator, enjoying his little
game?" she thought through the waves.
Her legs were getting sore, her breasts were aching for
attention, and her pussy, no her whole body was
screaming at her for release.
"Chris - was that you? " she asked, barely managing to
form the words as her body continued to shake. She
forget that she would not be able to hear a reply.
"Damnit Chris if you're here I'm going to kill you -
let me out of this thing. Let me out of this and FUCK
ME NOW!" she said, and then was surprised at herself
for saying it. She hadn't meant to say it, but she
realized that was what she really wanted - his hard
dick planted deep inside her and the feel of his lips
on hers and his hands on her breasts and the deep
thrusts.
She came in a shuddering glory.
From somewhere down deep in her toes this roaring
sensation swept through her, and she shook with
incredible pleasure as the wave washed through her. For
several long minutes she shook with the effects,
feeling a happy warm feeling overcome her. She slumped
in the chains, drained with the intensity of the
orgasm. "Wow" she thought to herself - that was some
orgasm.
As she slowly regained control of her senses, she
realized that the vibrator was still humming, demanding
that she pay attention to the silver intruder still
inside her. "Oh no!" she thought to herself as the
pressures began to build again. She shook the chains
and yelled "Chris - enough! Let me out from this! I
need you - not some damned toy!" She thought about
using the escape word, but she wasn't sure that Chris
was really here, that he would even release her. Then
she realized that she wasn't yet sure she really wanted
to escape...
* * *
It took all the control Chris could muster not to go to
her shout. She looked so incredible, so horny, so
desirable, and his hard-on was beginning to cause him
pain, he wanted her so much. He had watched her shake
with the orgasm, happy for her and desiring her even
more as the first orgasm of many this evening took her.
Steeling himself, he stood up from the bed and
approached her. It was time to let her know he was
here, and to continue the fun. She was recovering from
the first orgasm (or had there been multiple in
there?), and it was time for the next activity.
He picked up the glass of water and moved over to her.
He found the pause switch on the Discman and pressed
it, temporarily stopping the sounds of the sonata. He
moved his hand to her right ear and lifted the ear
piece from the headset, resting it just to the side of
her ear. Her head came up immediately and looked
towards him. He raised the glass to her lips and said
"Here m'love, have a drink". She opened her lips and he
carefully raised the glass and allowed her to drink
several large sips. When she stopped he took the glass
away.
"You can't believe how incredible you look, dear," he
said to her.
"Let me free from this and I'll show you how incredible
I feel," she replied, smiling in his direction.
"Oh, but that would be bringing this evening to a
finish too soon. I have a few more surprises for you,"
he replied.
"I don't know if I can stand anymore like that last
one. This vibrator is an evil thing," she said. They
both heard it click back on, and he watched as she
shook briefly with the sensation.
"Bastard!" she said.
"Okay, enough talking. You lost the bet" he reminded
her. "You've just begun to pay it off," he said, and
then pushed the play switch on the Discman. He moved
the earpiece back into place over her ear and set the
water glass down.
"Uuuuuummmmmmm," she moaned to him.
He stepped behind her and moved his hands to the
fastening on her halter top. He unfastened the strap
behind her back and allowed it to hang loose around her
breasts. He fished an ice cube out of the glass of
water and brought it up to her right breast, lifting
the leather halter and applying the ice cube to her
nipple.
She shrieked at the cube touched the hardened nipple.
Chris rubbed it over and around the nipple, and the
cube melted away in his hand, leaving her breast wet.
He fished out another cube and repeated this on the
other breast. Both nipples were standing straight up
and out, and he placed both hands on them and squeezed
and caresses them softly. The intensity of the moans
from Georgetta increased. He was glad to see she wasn't
swearing at him anymore.
He brought her hands up and stroked the soft skin under
her neck and above her breasts. He slowly lifted her
head up and brought his lips to hers. She met him with
a passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue to meet his. As
they kissed he stroked her hair and caressed her ears,
moving slowly up and down the sides of her face and
neck. Chris slid his finger up inside the blindfold and
lifted it up above her forehead, looking into her
wonderful brown eyes. She opened them slowly, blinking
in the light.
She looked at him with a combination of both rage and
passion. She was both crazy with lust for him but also
mad at him for locking her into this position and
causing this sexual frustration.
"I'm going to seriously hurt you when you let me out of
this" she said to him when they broke off their kiss.
He kissed her again and replied "maybe I'd best not
release you just yet then. Can't have you threatening
me!" He smiled at her, and then dropped his hands to
her underarms, giving her a slight tickle. It worked as
she dissolved into a giggle spasm. This quickly gave
way to another shudder and moan as the vibrator
continued to thrum inside her.
"Can't you do something about this?" she asked,
thrusting her hips towards him. The invitation on her
face was easily readable.
Chris stepped back and quickly looked her over. "Let me
see, now. Maybe we should remove this skirt" he said to
her. He stepped forward and dropped his fingers to the
zipper on the miniskirt. He allowed his hands ample
opportunity to caress her thigh as he worked the zipper
upward and then allowed it to fall away from her hips.
He caught his breath once again at how incredible she
looked. Stepping to the side, he appraised his bound
girlfriend. The panty had worked its way into the cleft
in her buttocks, becoming almost a total thong. The
garter belt framed the front of her panty, with the
tops of her stockings ending a few inches from the
panty and revealing a stretch of tanned flesh. The
boots and the heels added the most interesting curves
to her already well defined and toned legs, thighs, and
butt. A slight protrusion from between her legs
indicated the end of the vibrator that was mostly
inside of her. She shook again and closed her eyes as
its vibrations continued inside her.
He stepped back over to the bed and picked up the
remote control. He aimed it towards her.
* * *
"What does that do?" she asked him. Having been
blindfolded before when he had worked the remote, she
didn't know what the device did. When he pressed a
button though, she found out. The vibrations suddenly
speeded up a bit "Ohhhhhhhhh," she sighed. "That's -
uummmmmmm - what that does." She shut her eyes and
tried not to think about what the vibrator was doing
inside her. Then it sped up again another setting. She
opened her eyes and saw him smiling at her, and then
watched as he set the control down on the bed again.
He dropped to his knees and fished around under the
bed, bringing out a duffel bag from under the bed.
Standing up, he dropped the bag on the bed and unzipped
it, and began fishing around inside it. He pulled out a
two foot black rod with hooks on each end and
approached her with it.
"What is that for?" she asked. "Are you going to -
ummmmmmmmpphhh -- beat me now for swearing at you?" She
said this in a joking tone, but was a bit apprehensive
as he crossed the short distance over to her.
"I would never do that to you my love, not even in a
fantasy such as this," he replied and stepped behind
her. He laid a light smack on her butt causing her to
jump forward slightly. "A light spanking now and then
perhaps, but nothing serious," he said into her ear.
* * *
Chris placed the bar on the floor, and then stood up.
He reached up underneath her hair and found the clasp
for the necklace. He undid the hook, and then brought
the necklace down. The keys slid off one end into his
palm. He then refastened the necklace around her neck.
Bending down, he grabbed one of her booted feet and
unlocked one end of the chain locking them together.
Picking up the end of the bar, he locked the fastening
on the end of the bar to the ring on her boot.
Switching his stance, he grabbed her right booted foot
and pushed it outwards to his right. He moved the bar
between her legs and fastened the end of the bar to her
right boot. Standing up, he appraised her work. Her
legs were now held apart approximately two feet. Her
butt was tight and slightly tilted back towards him. He
couldn't resist, and dropped his hands to her,
caressing and fondling her cheeks. She turned her head
towards him, trying to watch what he was doing.
She was almost perfectly positioned - but just a bit
too low for him. Even with the heels on the boots,
Georgetta was still more than a foot shorted than he
was, and that made what he had in mind somewhat
difficult. He walked over to the closet and removed the
two milk crates he had stashed inside. He brought the
two crates back over to Georgetta. Although she was
watching him, she was quiet, occasionally closing her
eyes to enjoy the sensations of the vibrator still
working inside her.
He knew that his actions that had spread her legs had
shifted the vibrator inside her to a new position, and
that had resulted in a new round of sensations for her
already exceptionally horny and wet pussy.
He placed one of the crates behind either of her feet,
and the stepped directly behind her. He placed both
hands on her hips and lifted her easily off the floor.
Using his left foot, he slid the milk crate behind her
left leg underneath her, and then repeated the process
with the right milk crate and foot. He then set her
down slightly on the two crates. This had the desired
effect of now moving her butt (and other desirable
parts) directly opposite his own sex tool.
However, the extra ten inches of height had given her
that much more chain free for her hands, and she was
reaching around with both hands, trying to grab him. He
dodged the first hand and then caught her wrist with
his own left hand, reaching into the pocket of his
jeans for the carabineer. He found it and quickly
caught it through one of the links of the chain.
He let go of her hand, reached up, and pulled down on
the chain, jerking her other hand up. He took the slack
out of the chain, and then locked the carabineer
closed, eliminating the slack in the chain. He fished
the other carabineer out of his pocket, and then
slipped it through the links in the chain close to her
wrists, locking her wrists together. She was again
locked up tight.
* * *
"But we could have so much more fun if I could touch
you," she said to him. She had almost gotten the keys
away from him. Although she was definitely enjoying
herself, she was tired of standing in the heels, with
her hands locked tightly over her head. She really
wanted to be fucked, to feel him with her hands and
press his body up to hers, and he didn't seem to be
moving too quickly towards fulfilling that need.
He looked incredible. When she had caught a glimpse of
him, she realized he had gone the biker route as well.
His jeans were tight around his legs and butt, and he
had gotten a pair of big, black motorcycle boots. He
was wearing a sleeveless Harley Davidson T-shirt, with
the big Harley logo with the Eagle and Snakes on the
front. He had ripped off the sleeves, and his arm
muscles flexed as he moved around the room, and
adjusted her bonds.
It was only his short haircut that didn't fit the image
he was trying to project. He was still a clean-shaven
corporate type, no matter what else he wore. But he
almost pulled it off.
She had tried to kick him when he had unlocked his
boot, more to keep the fantasy going than in any
attempt to do him harm. She didn't want to hurt him,
she just wanted him. She was so incredibly turned on,
and she could feel the next orgasm building as he
adjusted the bar between her feet. When he reached
around her, he could feel how hard we was through his
jeans as he pressed himself up against her backside to
lift her onto the milk crates.
She imagined she could feel the shape of his penis
through his jeans as he pressed into her butt. And then
when he had lifted her onto the two crates, the motion
had really set that vibrations inside her going. The
vibrator felt like it was several inches deep into her,
and was just humming up a storm down there. She could
feel the pressure building again, and it was only her
concentration on what Chris was doing that was holding
it off.
When he reached up and tried to adjust the tension in
the chain holding her arms, she tried to jump onto him,
trying to feel him. He caught her though, and adjusted
the tension in the chain to the point where she was
almost suspended in air by the cuffs on her wrists. She
was still touching the tops of the milk crates, but she
couldn't get any leverage. Worse - she couldn't seem to
get the jiggle motion going - the tension in the chains
and the holes in the tops of the milk crates completely
frustrated her attempts.
He stepped behind her and she felt his hands again on
her backside.
He was softly moving his hands over her, caressing and
touching her. She felt his lips on the small of her
back, and then his kisses as he worked down her back
and to her butt. His hands found the inside of her
thighs, followed soon by his lips and tongue. She felt
him attack the clasp on the panty on her right hip,
releasing it, and then pushing her panty down her other
leg. His hands and fingers moved inside of her,
grasping the vibrator and slowly sliding it out.
"Ooohhh," she gasped as it slipped free. "Ummmm," she
said as he replaced it with his fingers and his tongue.
She was about to yell at him to put it back in as she
was SO close, but then she felt his lips and tongue
between her legs, felt his tongue on her clitoris. She
could feel him still holding the vibrator up against
her, but she could also feel his lips and tongue. She
lost track of time as she lost herself in the
incredible feelings coming from between her legs.
She could feel one hand on her buttock, while the other
was holding the tip of the vibrator up against her
clitoris. He had turned it up to high and it was
buzzing at full speed on her extremely sensitive nub.
His tongue and lips were at work just below it,
thrusting inside and out, and kissing up and down her
pussy. Every twenty or thirty seconds or so he would
pull away and slide the vibrator inside her, and then
move it around within her, hitting just about every
nerve ending within her, before pulling it out and
placing his tongue back on her. Her breasts were
throbbing, hell her head and every other part of her
was throbbing from all of this attention. Her first
orgasm was going to pale in comparison to the one she
could feel coming.
She felt him pull away from her again and was waiting
to feel the thrust of the vibrator, but then she felt
something else instead. He was nuzzling her with the
head of his cock. Turning her head, she saw that he had
dropped his jeans and released his cock from his
briefs, and was now slowly moving the head up and down,
almost but not quite pushing into her.
She tried to push back onto him, to get him inside of
her, but couldn't get the leverage to move at all.
"Chris!!" she yelled at him. "Please now!! Put that big
cock in me!!" She was surprised at her own use of such
explicit words, but right now that didn't matter one
fucking bit. She wanted to be fucked and his cock was
soo close to her.
And then he pushed inside of her, and she felt the
orgasm take her. As he filled her up, she felt it
break, and she dropped completely, letting her wrists
and the chains take her weight. She felt his wrists
grab her hips and hold her up, letting her shake and
come while he held her up, supporting her with his
hands and his cock wedged deep inside of her. As she
stopped shaking and the feelings subsided she felt him
start to pull out, and then drive back into her. He
started slowly and then began to pick up the rhythm,
thrusting into her.
His hands held her hips in place, and he drove in and
out of her, for several minutes and then stopped. He
stayed deep inside, and then slowly-oh-so-slowly-oh-so-
goddamned-slowly-what-a-feeling pulled out. It seemed
to her that he was hardly moving, but then she felt the
tip of his cock slip out of her.
She felt Chris nuzzle her with the head, rubbing it up
and down her. He then moved just slightly inside of
her, moving just a bit up and down, teasing her. She
tried to push herself backwards onto him, but again was
foiled by the bondage. She knew she was moaning but
didn't care.
And then he started inward again. Slowly, again so
slowly, he inched into her. It seemed to her that he
was just going deeper and deeper into her, in a never-
ending thrust. Chris was fairly well-endowed, she
thought, at least based on her limited experience and
what her friends had shared with her over cocktails and
all night girls chat sessions, but it just seemed to
her that he kept inserting more and more of himself
into her. She was starting to think that she knew what
those stories meant when they said "he pushed so deep
that she could almost taste him".
Finally, just as she was about to scream out, she felt
his hips meet her ass. He held her there, balancing
her, and then began a slight fucking motion. He would
pull out an inch or so and then back in, repeating this
about a dozen times, slowly, in and out, and began to
build his speed. She could his hear breathing quicken
as he continued fucking her. His right hand worked its
way around her and found her right breast and nipple,
still covered partially by the leather halter top.
He thrust inside of her again and then stopped once
again. She felt his hands leave her hips and slide
around the front of her chest, grabbing her breasts
with either hand. He reached up then, moving his hands
underneath her hair to the back of her neck, and she
felt his fingers on the clasp of the neck band of the
halter. He unfastened it and tossed it on the floor in
front of her.
She stood there (sort-of), suspended on his penis,
slightly wobbly on her boot heels. She looked down at
her breasts and her hard nipples, and watched as his
hands reached down to roughly grasp and twist her
sensitive breasts. She felt like every nerve in her
body was screaming, and then Chris started moving again
behind her.
Georgetta could not believe how turned on she was. She
could feel every move and thrust of Chris inside of
her. She could feel his hands softly caressing her
breasts, and then twisting and pinching her nipples.
She wanted to turn and run her hands over him, but at
the same time she felt just so incredibly sexy and
irresponsible - Chris was doing all the work, taking
all of the effort to satisfy her, and by being in the
bonds, she had no guilt at all about letting herself
enjoy the attention.
It was, in a strange way, the ultimate in luxury - she
was being pampered and spoiled. She'd already had two
orgasms (or was that three!), and was getting a good
hard fucking. She was being spoiled - if you sort of
ignored the fact she was tied up and spread-eagled on
two milk crates!
She moaned again, louder this time, as Chris continued
fondling her breasts. "God," she loved to have her
breasts played with - they were just so sensitive.
"ummmmmppppff," she exclaimed, as he drove into her.
His hands moved down to her hips and held her steady,
and he began slamming in and out of her.
Deep thrusts inside of her where she could here the
slap of their skin meeting and felt his balls bang
against her thighs followed by a quick pull-out and
then another deep thrust, and another and another ---
and then suddenly she felt him coming inside of her. He
pulled her backwards onto him, rapidly slamming her up
and down as he orgasmed inside of her. She couldn't
take it and exploded again with a third orgasm herself,
shaking and screaming.
Chapter 6: What Would You Do With A Passed Out Maiden?
Chris stood there, panting heavily, and felt his pulse
slow. Georgetta was quiet, not making a noise. She was
hanging loosely in the chain from the ceiling, her
weight partially supported by the cuffs and chains on
her wrists and partially on Chris's prick buried deep
inside her.
Slowly, Chris eased out of her. The head of his rod
popped from inside her pussy with a soft popping sound.
"Wow," he thought to himself. That was some orgasm that
the two of them had just shared. He moved around
Georgetta and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed
and she was breathing softly.
"Georgetta?" he asked her. "Georgetta??" he said again
softly. He brought his hand up and softly caressed the
side of her face. She didn't stir. "She's either faking
this or she really did pass out from that last orgasm,"
Chris thought to himself.
He stepped back from her and walked to the nightstand.
He pulled several tissues from the bedside table and
wiped his penis clean, tossing the tissue into the
basket beside the dresser.
Looking at the suspended form of his girlfriend, an
idea struck him. He walked to the bed and fished
through the duffel bag, and pulled out the set of
nipple clamps. He had originally thought of including
these in the package he had left on her doorstep, but
thought that the device might be pushing it a bit. The
vibrator had been a major risk as it was, as he hadn't
been sure if she would go through with even that. Up
until now, there sex life had been pretty
straightforward. Incredibly good, but other than
different types of lingerie, pretty basic. The vibrator
and the leather and the light bondage had really been a
big step over that previous line.
He walked over to Georgetta and admired her breasts.
The nipples were still erect and upright, resting
beautifully atop each of her wonderful firm breasts. He
thumbed open the clip on one end of the chain and
brought it up to her right nipple. "If she's faking,
this should bring about a response" he thought. He
closed the clamp around the base of the nipple,
expecting a sudden shout or movement. Georgetta
remained motionless, with just her soft breathing and
motion of her chest continuing.
Chris applied the other clamp to her left nipple and
stepped back. The two clamps were joined by a gleaming
golden chain, that matched the golden chain around her
waist and neck and the gold hoops in her ears. He
hooked the one pound lead fishing weight into one of
the center loops of the chain and set it swinging
slightly. Not much weight, but she would certainly
notice it.
He found the vibrator on the floor where he had tossed
it and turned the ring on the bottom to its lowest
setting, and then walked behind her. He kneeled down
and pressed the buzzing tip of the toy against her
lips, carefully pressing it against her. As wet as she
was, with both his last load of cum and her own juices,
it slipped right in, and he had no trouble pushing it
fully into her until only the end knob protruded from
within her.
The leather panty she had been wearing earlier in the
evening was still around one leg, and he slid it
carefully up her calf and then pulled it up into place
on her right hip. He fastened the clasp on her left
hip, and centered the fabric over the vibrator, pushing
it firmly into place.
He stood up and walked back in front of her, appraising
his handiwork. "She should be waking up in a moment or
two," he thought. Perhaps I'll have a glass of wine
while I await her, and walked past her and into the
kitchen, still naked.
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A few minutes later, Georgetta opened her eyes and
looked around her, blearily. It took her a few minutes
to recall what was going on, why her hands were above
her head and why her feet were starting to hurt. It
took her another few minutes to recall what that
buzzing feeling was inside her. But what really was
causing her some puzzlement was why her breasts were
tingling so much - that is until she looked down and
saw the chain and the weight and the clips on her
breasts and nipples.
Georgetta's breasts were incredibly sensitive, and the
pressure from the two clips, even as small as they
were, was pretty intense. She bit her lip as the
tightness of the clips combined with the buzzing of the
vibrator started her on yet another orgasmic hill.
She turned her head from side to side, trying to spot
Chris, but saw no sign of him. His jeans, boots, and
black Harley Davidson T-shirt were still scattered on
the floor around her, so she assumed that he was still
around. Even that little bit of motion set the weight
suspended between her breasts swinging, and she felt
her nipples protest at being tugged and pulled on like
this.
She had enjoyed the evening up until now, but this was
just about too much. Time to get Chris in here and stop
this, she thought. "What was the word he had written in
that letter that would let her stop this?" she thought
to herself, and then remembered. "Thunderbird!!" she
cried out. "Thunderbird, Thunderbird, Thunderbird
already. God damn fucking Thunderbird right now!!" she
yelled over her shoulder in the direction of the
bedroom door.
Chris walked in a few seconds later and came around to
stand in front of her. "Hi honey," he said. "Did you
say something to me? He asked, smiling all the time. He
was naked in front of her, holding two glasses of wine.
She couldn't help but look down at him to see that he
was semi-aroused already.
As clearly and calmly as she could, Georgetta said to
him, "I said Thunderbird - time to take a break from
this." She was surprised at herself for saying "break"
and not "end". "Could I really be enjoying this that
much?" she thought to herself. And then she felt
another twinge from that part of her body that was
refusing to listen to her logical thought and was
responding to the feelings the vibrator was engendering
inside her, that was causing little waves of pleasure
to ripple from inside her pussy up through her stomach
and to her breasts and nipples.
Chris lifted one of the glasses upwards, bringing it
into contact with her right nipple. The coldness of the
glass coupled with the physical bump surprised her, and
she jerked away. Of course, this caused the weight to
sway and tug on her nipples again, sending further
tremors through her breasts. She felt like her nipples
were connected directly to the nerves inside her pussy,
and then both sets were hooked up to the pleasure
center in her brain, and her knees staggered again.
In the sexiest and most sensual voice she could muster
up, she said to him, "Let me out of this and I'll give
you the fucking of your life!" She realized that she
indeed meant it too. She was incredibly turned on, and
wanted to feel his prick buried deep inside of her
again.
Chris bought the wine glass that was near her right
breast up to her mouth and tipped it to her slightly,
allowing her to take a few sips. The wine was cold and
refreshing, and she leaned forward to take another
gulp. He turned away from her then and walked over to
set the glasses down on her dresser.
He stepped back in front of her and dropped to one knee
in front of her. Standing on the milk crates like she
was with her legs still spread apart by the bar
attached to her ankles, she felt completely exposed to
him, even though she knew he had placed the panty back
around her. She felt his hands reach up and undo the
catch on the side of the panty, and then slide it down
her other leg.
He reached up to grab the vibrator, but it seemed to
her that his fingers were suddenly clumsy, as he
twirled and twisted the end several times inside her
before grasping the end with one hand. She closed her
eyes, moaning loudly and not caring at all. She felt
like her body was betraying her, refusing to answer to
her direction and commands. All she could think about
was how incredible the feelings in her breasts and
pussy felt at that moment.
And then she felt him withdraw the vibrator from inside
her. She opened her eyes and looked down to see him
twist the knob at the bottom and turn it off, setting
it down on the milk crate next to her boot. She sighed
softly, and he grinned up at her. He stood up and
brought his hands up behind her neck, and she could
feel him fumble with the clasp on the necklace.
She could feel him pressing against her slightly, his
chest against her breasts and nipples, his penis
rubbing against her. Her hips moved, involuntarily she
thought, trying to press herself against his rod. She
smiled innocently at him.
He brought his hands down holding an end of the
necklace in either hand, and took the silver keys from
the chain. He kneeled down between her legs and
unfastened the bar from her left ankle, and then turned
and did the same to her right. An idea struck her as
she was watching him unlock her legs, and turned her
wrists and hands inward, securely grabbing hold of each
end of the chain attached to her wrists. After he
unlocked her right ankle, freeing her legs and started
to get up, she pulled down on the chain and swing her
legs out around his head, and pulled his face directly
into her pussy. She locked her legs behind his head and
rested her thighs on either shoulder, positioning his
lips and tongue directly in front of her throbbing and
very wet pussy.
Chris brought his hands up and grasped one of her butt
cheeks in each hand. She felt his tongue between her
legs and then pressing between her lips to lick
fiercely at her clitoris. She rolled her head back and
closed her eyes, and a moan of pure lust escaped from
her lips. "OH my God, Oh-my-God, Ooh-my-god!!" she
screamed out as Chris worked his tongue up and down
over her lips and clitoris, tongue fucking her and then
teasing her.
She felt the rush and brought her legs up and around
his head, locking him between her thighs and letting
her weight rest on his shoulders as the orgasm took
her. "Oh-my-GOD!" She screamed again, letting the word
slowly escape from her lips as Chris's magical tongue
kept up its pressure on her tender clitoris.
Slowly, Chris stopped the tonguing action between her
legs, and she felt his hands slowly prying her thighs
apart from around his head. He guided each of her
booted feet onto a milk crate and then stood up in
front of her.
"I know you really enjoyed that, but you were cutting
off my oxygen down there, my love" he said to her. He
brought his hands up to softly caress her breasts and
brought his lips to hers in a kiss. She kissed him
back, strongly and fiercely, tasting herself on his
lips and tongue. Their tongues exchanged jabs and
thrusts. Then she felt his thumbs pass over her nipples
and tug slightly on the chain, which sent waves through
her aching nipples, and kissed him harder.
"That wasn't part of my plan!" he said to her, but his
smile let her know that he had enjoyed her bit of
rebellion as well. Another idea struck her, and she
waited for him to finish untying her. She licked her
lips suggestively, and asked him "Won't you finish
untying me, stud?" She tried to smile at him with her
most winsome, "gee-aren't-I-so gorgeous-and-wonderful-
and every-man-does-anything-I-ask look. A flutter or
two of her eyelashes finished setting the hook.
He stepped away and bent over to the floor, picking up
the keys where they had fallen from his hands. He
stepped up and raised the keys to her wrists, unlocking
one end of the chain from the cuff on her right wrist.
He let that end of the chain go and carefully brought
both her arms down. The chain still attached to her
left wrist slid through the ring in the beam on the
ceiling, and he caught one end of the chain and then
unfastened the clasp from that wrist as well. She
brought both her arms down around his shoulders and
pulled him to her for another series of passionate
kisses.
Suddenly she gave him a hard shove. Slightly off
balance, he fell backwards onto the bed behind him to
look up at her.
"You god-damned-son-of-a-bitch!" she yelled at him. She
stepped down off of the milk crate and took the two
steps to the side of the bed to stand in front of him.
"You asshole!!!!" she screamed at him (although it took
every ounce of control she had not to immediately
stagger and fall to the floor when the motion from the
swinging weight between her breasts from the simple act
of stepping down was pure torture to her tender
breasts). She tried to ignore it and continued on.
Chris moved slightly back away from her, moving onto
the bed. His face showed a look of confusion. She
glanced into the mirror beside the bed above the table
and caught a glimpse of herself. Her hair was
disheveled and askew. Her breasts were red and heaving,
the nipples erect, and the chain between her nipples
was gleaming in the lights from beside her bed. The
black stockings were still somehow around her thighs.
She looked incredibly sexy, and she knew it.
She stepped up carefully onto the bed, balancing
carefully on the heels as the mattress gave slightly
beneath each booted foot, again ignoring the messages
her nipples were sending to her brain, and stood above
him, glowering down at him. He lay on the bed,
reclining backwards, resting his upper body on his
elbows as he looked up at her. There was uncertainty on
his face, not quite sure what she was saying and
meaning. She knew he was confused. His cock, however,
had no such confusion - it was standing straight up in
the air, pointing up at her.
She stood with a booted foot on either side of him. She
brought the toe of her right boot up and nudged his
dick with the tip. "What is this, you piece of shit?
You expect to fuck me after what you did to me this
evening???"
He looked down at her toe as it pressed against the tip
of his dick. She was enjoying this, watching him afraid
of her. But enough was enough, she thought to herself.
She moved her foot away from his dick, and stepped
beside his hip, placing her feet squarely on either
side of his hips. Suddenly, she sat down, carefully
grabbing his penis and impaling herself onto it,
jamming it smoothly inside of her wet pussy.
The sudden feeling of him penetrating deep into her was
incredible. She leaned her head back and yelled at the
ceiling in pleasure. She tilted her head back down and
looked at him, and then leaned forward and kissed him
hard on the lips. She dropped her arms to his chest and
pushed upwards, lifting herself off of his penis only
to let herself plunge back down, sinking him even
deeper inside of her.
She started moving on top of him, slowly and
deliberately fucking him, lifting herself up and then
back down onto him. He slowly recovered from his
surprise and begin moving his hips to her rhythm,
meeting her stroke for stroke. His hands grasped her
waist and lifted her slightly before allowing her to
thrust into her depths again.
His hands came up then and grabbed either breast. She
felt his fingers go to her left breast and grab the
nipple clamp. He thumbed the release and she gasped as
the blood rushed back into her swollen nipple. She
stopped moving and stayed there, hung on his penis
inside her as the feelings in her pussy rushed through
her body and up to her breast.
She felt like every sexual impulse in her entire body
was linked somehow to the tip of her left nipple,
screaming in agony and release as she felt feeling
restored to the breast. He brought his head forward and
kissed the breast, softly licking and caressing the
nipple and aureole.
He brought his hands over to her other breast, but to
her surprise she reached up and stopped him. She
grabbed his fingers and lifted them to her lips and
kissed the,. "Leave it," she said to him. "I'm not sure
I can... Uhhh... stand... it... if... you... Uhhhh
...release... that ..one... Uhhhh... too!" she gasped
to him, the words coming quickly and breathlessly from
her lips. The small fishing weight now hung entirely
from her right breast, and each time she raised herself
up off of Chris it pulled down on her nipple.
She dropped her hands to either of his shoulders and
pushed up, slowly lifting herself off him again. She
settled into a rocking motion, lifting and dropping
herself to a sensuous rhythm. He watched, amazement on
his face as she fucked him back and forth. Every few
seconds, she would slow down and then contract her
vaginal muscles, giving his cock a friendly squeeze.
She knew he loved this. She watched his face and could
see that he was getting close.
She stopped her movement and carefully brought first
one heel up next to his hip, and then the other. She
reached up above him and grabbed hold of the headboard
with both hands. Flexing her thigh muscles and pulling
on the headboard, she lifted off of his prick almost
entirely and then slowly lowered herself back onto him.
He knew what she was doing and used his hands to
support her thighs and butt, and together they started
the motion. This was their favorite position, as it was
incredibly stimulating, and she knew that neither of
them would last for too long doing this. Besides, she
had forgotten about the nipple clip and its associated
weight, and she almost screamed as it flopped back and
forth as she lifted and lowered herself onto him.
She locked eyes with him and then looked down to watch
his penis disappear inside of her, and increased the
up-and-down motion, This was too much for him, and
after several up-and-down thrusts she heard him cry out
as he exploded inside her. She could feel the liquid
gushing inside as she rocked back and forth on his hard
shaft. She lifted up off him one last time and then
dropped quickly onto him, driving him deep inside, and
she came as well. The strength in her legs gave out,
and she felt him lifting her slightly up and down,
continuing the thrusting sensations.
Finally, he stopped, lifting her and she collapsed
forward on top of him, her hair covering his face and
neck.
He looked up at her and said to her "Thunderbird". She
collapsed in giggles on his chest. She could feel the
small tears in her eyes as she looked up at him and
smiled. "Payback is a bitch, you realize..."
Chris looked up at her and smiled, and kissed her.
END
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