The Bet chpt. 1
Chapter 1
Her arms were tied to the corner posts of the bed. At the moment they were just restrained. There was no pressure unless she tried to pull away. The terrycloth belt from each of their robes held her in place more firmly than she would have imagined.
Her feet were bound to something that kept her knees apart, wide apart. She wasn't sure what it was, but a broom stick was her current guess. The blindfold left her no clue that didn't come in from another sense. It was quite effective. Somehow the stick held her feet not only apart, but down. She couldn't tell how it did that. Was it tied to the bottom of the bed? Mike had blindfolded her before doing anything else so she wouldn't know what was going on.
The bet seemed serious now. It was still fun, but there was an edge of determination and a small one of fear. What would he do to get her to give him the combination?
The chest at the foot of the bed was sealed with a combination padlock. She had bought it this morning and hidden the combination under the silverware divider in the drawer in the kitchen. The numbers swam in her head: Five-f******n-nine. Would she be able to keep the combination secret until midnight? The thought of that filled her with the oddest series of sensations.
She was naked, of course. He was allowed to do anything that didn't leave a mark, with the understanding that whatever he did couldn't have as it's basic purpose causing pain. He could swat her ass, but only as part of something else, not to cause her to tell because of the pain.
Or as he'd put it, "I can make you come so much that you'll do anything to get me to stop."
Her eyebrows had gone straight up at that. It was an extremely rare event for her to tire out before any boy she had ever slept with had run out steam. She was almost always ready for more. The only times she could remember not wanting to continue had been in the extremely early morning after a very full day. Today she was rested. She'd slept late. She expected to enjoy this and then to win the bet.
Put simply, the loser would have his or her pubic hair removed as the penalty for losing.
She couldn't help grinning as she thought of him on his back, legs spread, with foam over his crotch as she said, "Let's be very still. We don't want any accidents down here, do we?" The idea of shaving his scrotum especially appealed to her. Something cold hit her left breast. It was only a drop of water, but being blindfolded she had no warning of it's approach. It felt much more shocking and ... sort of painful because of the surprise.
A second drop hit her on the other side of her breast. A second later a very cold drop hit her nipple. She could feel it harden as the water slowly ran off. She heard a small sound near her night table. (The ice cube being put in a glass?)
Mike's mouth fastened on her left nipple. Again it was unexpected. This had an effect too. Mike was very good at this and knew how sensitive her breasts were. She could feel the familiar desire for him to go on building in her stomach. It had been 5:30 when he had started blindfolding her. Holding out till midnight might be fun.
A small moan escaped her lips as his hand lightly pinched her right nipple.
His hands continued to tease her breasts. Each contact came as a surprise because of the blindfold. The warmth in her stomach kept moving lower. Two things were happening. Her mound was crying out to be touched and, even without a touch, she could feel an orgasm building.
She wanted to cause some friction on her sex. Her feet were tied apart so well that this was impossible. Without a thought on her part, her hips began to move. He seemed to know how close she was. He would slow down or remove his hands whenever her orgasm began to approach too quickly. She loved the delicious tension of it.
He placed the flat of his hand on her stomach just below the ribs. Spreading his hand out as far as he could he slowly began to move down her abdomen. His hand had not even reached her pubes when she began to come. She was fairly quiet, but she knew it was obvious to him what had happened.
All contact ceased. She spent a moment waiting for him to begin again. The cold drop of water fell on the edge of her slit. For the next few seconds all of her senses were concentrated on her sex. The second and third drops accentuated it.
He began rubbing her stomach, his hand coming dangerously close to her sex, but never actually doing more than brushing the top of her pubic hair. Again she felt her hips begin to move. She had expected that it would be easier to hide what he was happening to her body because of what he was doing to her. Her body was betraying her again. When his hands began to rub the inside of her thighs, she began to moan again. He kept approaching her sex, but not quite touching it.
He shifted position, she could feel the bed depress beneath her. He was between her legs. She felt his hands sliding up and down her thighs. He was rubbing, firmly but gently, the inside of her thighs, beginning at the knees. His hands massaged the muscles beginning just inside her knee, progressing slowly up her thigh.
When he began, his hands barely went half way up her thigh. She was amazed at how much this focused her attention on her sex. Each time his hands came a half inch closer, she was terribly aware of the closer intrusion. She tried pulling her knees together, but she was bound too well. She couldn't help herself. She tried several times, reveling in the contact and the inability to protect herself from his attentions. When he had closed to within inches of her sex, she found herself trying to stretch down to meet his fingers as they rose higher. She was doing it for the third time when she became aware of it.
When his fingers finally touched her sex, she found that she was embarrassingly wet, and very near orgasm, having been touched only once.
To be continued….
Geri
www.bdsmfinder.com
Her arms were tied to the corner posts of the bed. At the moment they were just restrained. There was no pressure unless she tried to pull away. The terrycloth belt from each of their robes held her in place more firmly than she would have imagined.
Her feet were bound to something that kept her knees apart, wide apart. She wasn't sure what it was, but a broom stick was her current guess. The blindfold left her no clue that didn't come in from another sense. It was quite effective. Somehow the stick held her feet not only apart, but down. She couldn't tell how it did that. Was it tied to the bottom of the bed? Mike had blindfolded her before doing anything else so she wouldn't know what was going on.
The bet seemed serious now. It was still fun, but there was an edge of determination and a small one of fear. What would he do to get her to give him the combination?
The chest at the foot of the bed was sealed with a combination padlock. She had bought it this morning and hidden the combination under the silverware divider in the drawer in the kitchen. The numbers swam in her head: Five-f******n-nine. Would she be able to keep the combination secret until midnight? The thought of that filled her with the oddest series of sensations.
She was naked, of course. He was allowed to do anything that didn't leave a mark, with the understanding that whatever he did couldn't have as it's basic purpose causing pain. He could swat her ass, but only as part of something else, not to cause her to tell because of the pain.
Or as he'd put it, "I can make you come so much that you'll do anything to get me to stop."
Her eyebrows had gone straight up at that. It was an extremely rare event for her to tire out before any boy she had ever slept with had run out steam. She was almost always ready for more. The only times she could remember not wanting to continue had been in the extremely early morning after a very full day. Today she was rested. She'd slept late. She expected to enjoy this and then to win the bet.
Put simply, the loser would have his or her pubic hair removed as the penalty for losing.
She couldn't help grinning as she thought of him on his back, legs spread, with foam over his crotch as she said, "Let's be very still. We don't want any accidents down here, do we?" The idea of shaving his scrotum especially appealed to her. Something cold hit her left breast. It was only a drop of water, but being blindfolded she had no warning of it's approach. It felt much more shocking and ... sort of painful because of the surprise.
A second drop hit her on the other side of her breast. A second later a very cold drop hit her nipple. She could feel it harden as the water slowly ran off. She heard a small sound near her night table. (The ice cube being put in a glass?)
Mike's mouth fastened on her left nipple. Again it was unexpected. This had an effect too. Mike was very good at this and knew how sensitive her breasts were. She could feel the familiar desire for him to go on building in her stomach. It had been 5:30 when he had started blindfolding her. Holding out till midnight might be fun.
A small moan escaped her lips as his hand lightly pinched her right nipple.
His hands continued to tease her breasts. Each contact came as a surprise because of the blindfold. The warmth in her stomach kept moving lower. Two things were happening. Her mound was crying out to be touched and, even without a touch, she could feel an orgasm building.
She wanted to cause some friction on her sex. Her feet were tied apart so well that this was impossible. Without a thought on her part, her hips began to move. He seemed to know how close she was. He would slow down or remove his hands whenever her orgasm began to approach too quickly. She loved the delicious tension of it.
He placed the flat of his hand on her stomach just below the ribs. Spreading his hand out as far as he could he slowly began to move down her abdomen. His hand had not even reached her pubes when she began to come. She was fairly quiet, but she knew it was obvious to him what had happened.
All contact ceased. She spent a moment waiting for him to begin again. The cold drop of water fell on the edge of her slit. For the next few seconds all of her senses were concentrated on her sex. The second and third drops accentuated it.
He began rubbing her stomach, his hand coming dangerously close to her sex, but never actually doing more than brushing the top of her pubic hair. Again she felt her hips begin to move. She had expected that it would be easier to hide what he was happening to her body because of what he was doing to her. Her body was betraying her again. When his hands began to rub the inside of her thighs, she began to moan again. He kept approaching her sex, but not quite touching it.
He shifted position, she could feel the bed depress beneath her. He was between her legs. She felt his hands sliding up and down her thighs. He was rubbing, firmly but gently, the inside of her thighs, beginning at the knees. His hands massaged the muscles beginning just inside her knee, progressing slowly up her thigh.
When he began, his hands barely went half way up her thigh. She was amazed at how much this focused her attention on her sex. Each time his hands came a half inch closer, she was terribly aware of the closer intrusion. She tried pulling her knees together, but she was bound too well. She couldn't help herself. She tried several times, reveling in the contact and the inability to protect herself from his attentions. When he had closed to within inches of her sex, she found herself trying to stretch down to meet his fingers as they rose higher. She was doing it for the third time when she became aware of it.
When his fingers finally touched her sex, she found that she was embarrassingly wet, and very near orgasm, having been touched only once.
To be continued….
Geri
www.bdsmfinder.com
14 years ago