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Written by: The Dolphin
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.
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Chapter 1: Georgetta: 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.
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Chapter 2: Georgetta: 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.
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Chapter 3: Georgetta: 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 ecstacy, 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
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To be Continued in Chapter 4: Fit to be Tied
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