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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 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 come 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.
To Be continued in Chapter 5: The Hero(?) Returns
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