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This is the second draft or so of the continuation of my earlier
story, Georgetta: The Bet. I got such positive responses from the
earlier posting and people wanting to know what happened next that I
continued the story.
Part II: Saturday Morning Chapter 7: Morning Experiment
Georgetta rolled over and looked at the clock. 7:15 glared the
numbers on the digital dial. She leaned her head back into the pillow
and then glanced over at Chris sleeping beside her. His chest rose
and fell softly with his breathing, deep and heavy. He was a very
heavy sleeper - he'd sleep the morning away if she let him.
She closed her eyes and thought again about the events of the prior
evening. Her hand idly wandered down her belly to her pussy. She
touched the tender lips softly. She was actually a little sore. "How
many times did I come last night?" she thought to herself. "Five?
Six?" It wasn't totally her fault that she had lost count. Still, it
was an awful lot more than she came in an extremely sex-happy weekend.
And it was only Saturday morning! As her fingers continued their soft
caress, she realized she was still pretty horny.
She sat up slightly and looked around the room. Chris' jeans, Harley
shirt, and boots were scattered around the room. She spotted pieces
of her leather outfit cast around at different places too - a stocking
over a chair, her miniskirt and halter across the room. And of course
the chain hanging from the two loops from the oaken beam running
across the room. She knew she'd never wake up and look at the beam
the same way again. She looked around again - there it was - just
over on the floor to the side of the bed near one of the milk crates.
She folded the covers back and carefully got up out of the bed. Chris
didn't even move. She crossed the floor barefoot and picked up the
vibrator where Chris had tossed it last evening. She walked into the
bathroom and ran it under the water from the sink, and then dried the
toy off with the hand towel. She quickly used the toilet, washed her
face and brushed her teeth. Her free hand toyed with the vibrator
idly as she finished brushing.
"Hmmm, I wonder", she thought to herself. She set the toy down on the
vanity and walked back out into the bedroom. Chris's duffel bag was
on the floor next to the bed, and she picked it up and walked back
into the bathroom. She pushed the door shut and set the bag on the
sink, and looked inside. The box for the vibrator was inside. The
price tag was still on it in fact - $84.99. "Wow" she thought to
herself. "Worth every cent," she thought again.
She looked quickly through the other items in the duffel bag. Other
than the box for the vibrator, Chris had several more lengths of
chains, each with locks on each end. She pulled out another pair of
black leather cuffs, similar to the ones she had worn last night. She
pulled these out and looked at the tag - Ankle Cuffs. She examined
these for a minute. The insides were softly padded, but each cuff had
its own little lock on the fastener. She put these back inside.
A magazine was wedged underneath some of the gear, and she pulled it
out and read the cover. It was a sex paraphernalia catalog, and not a
magazine as she had first thought. She set it aside and kept looking
through the bag. Another black leather band came out, studded with
silver studs. The tag on this one indicated "Neck Collar". She
tossed it back inside. Digging further revealed a spare set of briefs
for him and another black T-shirt. The last item was a small fabric
bag, which, when she opened it, revealed a pair of silver handcuffs
and keys. She opened up one of the cuffs and then closed it on her
left wrist. She shook the cuff and chain, listening it to the jingle
it made. She unlocked the cuff, and placed the cuffs and the keys
back into their bag and set them back inside the duffel.
She set the bag back on the sink and picked up the box for the
vibrator. The printing on the box advertised it as the Ultimate
Teaser Vibrator. "Aptly named," she agreed.
The directions for the toy were inside, a small scrap of paper printed
on both sides, along with a spare set of AA batteries. She read
through the directions. They explained the five settings on the toy.
Chris had made her set it to Setting #2, which was the short-span off
and on. The sex toy, in this setting, would turn on for a six minute
period, and then switch to a three-minute-on and a two-minute-off
cycle. Setting three was a fixed two-on and two-off setting. Setting
#1 was a low speed, and Setting #4 was a medium speed, and setting #5
the high speed. The directions also described the remote control for
the unit, which could override any of the settings other than low.
She turned the vibrator onto the low setting and felt its buzz between
her hands. She brought it up to her right breast and held it softly
there against the nipple and aureole. Her nipple slowly stiffened and
tightened, standing up to receive the attention of the silver
vibrator. She brought the vibrator over to her left breast and
brought that nipple erect as well.
Feeling hornier, she moved the vibrator down and touched it up against
herself between her thighs, feeling its throbbing nose push up against
the top of her pussy. Slowly, she moved it up and down the outside of
her pussy. She felt her own juices seep out slightly, and then felt a
slight trickle down her inner thigh. She brought her other hand up,
and slowly inserted her first finger inside her, pressing softly. She
paused for a second and turned the vibrator up to its medium setting.
She placed her finger back inside and started pressing it up and in
against her soft flesh. She adjusted the angle of the vibrator and
placed its tip hard against her clitoris. She turned and leaned back
against the bathroom vanity, spreading her legs slightly to allow
easier access to her pussy. Her head rolled back and she shut her
eyes, enjoying the feelings of her fingers and the vibrator.
She pulled her fingers from inside her and brought her left hand up to
caress her breasts. She squeezed her nipples between her forefingers
and thumbs, alternating from breast to breast. Her right hand slid
the vibrator up and down the lips of her pussy, rubbing against the
sensitive nub of her clitoris.
She dropped the tip of the vibrator down and pushed its nose inside
of her. It easily entered her, and she pushed it in deeper until only
the bottom portion where the control knob was remained in her
fingertips. She slowly started working it in and out of her, pulling
it completely out and holding it against her clitoris for several
seconds after every fourth or fifth thrust. She stopped for another
second to move the setting to high, and then pushed it back inside of
her. She twisted her nipple with her left hand, pumped the vibrator
in and out with right, and, still somewhat aroused from the night
before, felt the orgasm wash over her.
"Mmmmmpppf-aaaaargggmmm---mmmmmmmppppphhhpp" slipped out of her lips
before she remembered Chris in the other room and tried to keep her
mouth closed. She had to pull the vibrator away as her clitoris and
pussy were suddenly too tender and sensitive to be touched. Slowly,
she calmed down, slowly reducing the speed of her thrusts of the
vibrator inside her now very wet pussy. As the throbbing in her head
and body subsided slightly, she withdrew the silver toy from inside
and brought it up to her lips, and impulsively licking some of the
liquid on its silver surface. She thought she could taste both her
own juice and maybe even some of Chris's as well. "Hmmmm - and how
many times did HE come inside of me" she thought. Another voice
inside her head told her that she had just orgasmed for her sixth time
of the weekend.
She turned the vibrator off and set it down on the sink. She picked
up the facecloth and ran it under some warm water from the sink. She
carefully washed her face and neck, and then softly washed off either
breast. She worked the cloth down her chest and across her tummy,
before moving it between her legs and thighs. She rubbed the cloth up
and down between her legs, even poking a small bit of it inside,
cleaning up the remaining juices from her little morning interlude.
She picked up her brush and ran it through her hair carefully. She
really needed to wash it she thought, working out a snarl from one
side. She brushed her hair for several minutes, and managed to
restore a bit of bounce and shape to her dark mass of curls.
She set the brush down and then picked up and rinsed off the vibrator,
again drying it on the hand towel. She set it back down and then
turned and walked into the bedroom. She walked over to her dresser
and pulled out a pair of white panties, sliding them over her legs and
pulling them into place. A pair of gym shorts and a sweatshirt from
the closet finished her attire. She decided to leave Chris sleeping
and see about getting some breakfast. She wasn't too sure she could
handle another orgasm right now, and Chris always woke up in a horny
mood on Saturday mornings.
She ducked under the chains hanging from the beam and walked into the
kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she pulled out the orange juice
and poured herself a glass. She set it down on the kitchen table and
sat in the chair. She took a sip and sat there, reflecting on the
events of the last 12 hours or so. She was still slightly amazed at
herself for using the vibrator like that in the bathroom. Up until
last night she had never even seen one - now she had casually used it
to get herself off like it was an old friend.
She took another sip of the juice. She remembered the catalog that
Chris had in his duffel bag, and she got up and walked back through
the bedroom and into the bathroom. She picked up the duffel, grabbed
the vibrator, and walked back into the kitchen. She set the bag down
on the table and fished out the catalog. It certainly wasn't at all
like the Victoria Secret Catalogs she got every two weeks or so. The
catalog contained all kinds of sexual paraphernalia. There were
post-it notes in the catalog at certain places, and she recognized the
vibrator, the halter top, the stockings, the wrist and ankle cuffs,
the neck collar, the chains and locks, and the "spreader bar". "A
spreader bar," she thought to herself. "Seems like an accurate enough
name," she thought, remembering how Chris had used it on her last
night to spread her legs before he fucked her.
Many of the items in the catalog surprised her though. Vibrators of
all shapes and sizes stood out from the pages. One female model was
wearing her halter top, but was wearing some type of leather
panties-device that had one of the vibrators attached to it where a
penis would be on a man. She was amazed at the sizes of some of the
sexual toys - 2 foot vibrators for example. How could anyone possibly
use something that size? She glanced up at the silver one next to her
on the table. It was about six inches or so long and maybe an inch
and a half in diameter, and it certainly filled her up! Of course,
she was more petite than some of the amazon blondes in the catalog,
but really!
One picture caught her attention. It was a woman bent over face down
on a table, with her legs spread apart by a spreader bar. Her legs
were fasted to the legs of the table, while her breasts were flat
against the table top and her arms attached to the legs on the other
side of the table. She looked at the picture for a minute, an idea
forming in her mind. "What's happening to me?" she thought. What
kind of sex addict am I becoming?
She pushed the chair back and looked at her own kitchen table
appraisingly. She moved the juice glass out of the way, and walked up
next to the table. It was more of a breakfast bar than a kitchen
table - she and Chris had found it at an antiques show and she had
fallen in love with it. The table was a long rectangle, longer than
it was wide. The top of the table was two feet wide by about six feet
long. She had bought it that day and put her old table into storage.
There were two legs each on the narrow sides, and a crosspiece between
each pair of legs.
She pressed her thighs up against the side of the table and bent over
it, pressing her stomach and breasts against the table top like the
picture showed. Her head and shoulders were off the other side of the
table and she hung her arms down. She looked at the legs for the
table and the cross pieces on the legs for support on either end of
the table, and made up her mind.
She stood up, pushing herself up from the table top, and glanced at
the picture in the catalog again.
"Won't he be surprised?", she thought, and finished her glass of
juice.
Chapter 8: Morning Fantasy
She looked at the pile of gear on the table in front of her. She
picked up each of the pieces of bondage gear and set it on tabletop
near where it would be used. The ankle cuffs, spreader bar, and two
short pieces of chain went on the floor in front of her. The nipple
clamps, vibrator, blindfold, studded collar, and Discman she set on
the table in front of her, and the longer chain, leather wrist cuffs,
and handcuffs went on the opposite side of the table.
She bent down in front of the near side of the table, and set her two
boots down on the floor. She wasn't going to wear them this time, but
she needed to measure the lengths of the chains correctly. She placed
the spreader bar between the two boots. Then she attached one end of
a chain to the right boot, and then took the other end and wrapped it
around the two cross-pieces of the right leg to the table. She left
herself about an inch or so of slack, and then locked the end of the
chain at the table leg to itself. She repeated the step with the left
boot and its chain. Then she unlocked the two chains from the boots,
removed the spreader bar, and set the two boots off to the side.
Her hands were the hard part. How could she get her hands securely
bound to the legs on the other side of the table, and yet still not be
able to either move off of the table, or somehow release her hands?
She had realized that one of the elements that had contributed to her
high level of sexual satisfaction last evening had been the incredible
level of teasing she had had to put up with prior to her first orgasm
and her inability to get loose and finish the orgasm.. If she wasn't
able to duplicate that, the entire effort wouldn't be as much fun.
(for her anyway - she had a pretty good idea what Chris' opinion of
her attempt here would be).
She placed the two wrist cuffs on her wrists and then leaned over the
table and let her arms hang down, looking at the two table legs, the
crosspieces, and her wrists. She figured she could lock her wrists
together easily enough, but how to lock them in place? She leaned
back from the table and saw the handcuffs, and an idea clicked in her
mind as to how she would do it. She walked around the table and
attached one of the longer lengths of chain from the one of the legs
to the other, and locked the clasp to pull the chain tight. This
created a chain crosspiece from one end of the table leg to the other.
As she stood up the studded collar caught her eye. She realized that
the collar also had several rings attached to it at various points.
No longer as innocent as she was last night, she knew that the people
who made this stuff put those rings there for a reason. She picked up
the catalog and flipped through the pages until she found a picture of
one of the models wearing one of the collars. The model was tied into
a kneeling position, and a chain attached to one of the rings on the
collar led down and attached to a set of handcuffs holding her arms
behind her back, and then down to the ankle cuffs between the model's
feet.
"I can do better than that," she thought to herself. She picked up
the duffel and found the last chain that Chris had brought with him, a
piece about three feet long, again with clasps at both ends. She took
the chain and attached one of the locks to the ring on the front of
the studded collar, and then set it back down on the tabletop.
Satisfied that her bondage gear was ready, she walked over to the sofa
where she had set out her attire. She had seriously considered
putting on the black leather items she had worn the night before, but
decided to make a change from a "bad girl" to a "good girl".
Accordingly, the outfit she planned to wear was all white.
"Innocent," she thought.
She sat down on the sofa, and picked up the first white stocking. She
slid it up over her toes and pulled it up to her thigh. She repeated
this with the second stocking and leg. She stood up and quickly
dropped her gym shorts and panties. She lifted up the bottom of the
sweatshirt and fastened the white garter belt into place around her
hips. A few minutes of fiddling with the garter clips and she had
them attached to the stocking tops. The white stockings and garter
belt had been, of course, one of Chris' earlier gifts to her. Last
Christmas, if she remembered correctly. Men always seemed to give her
lingerie, she thought as she continued fixing the garters. Just who
were they giving the gift to, she mused.
She picked up the panty next. Not quite as decadent as the black
leather one, she thought, but suggestive just the same. It had two
tiny red bows on either hip that could be untied to remove the entire
garment. She stepped into it and pulled it up, setting the two bows
on each hip, just below the garter belt. Like the one from last
night, it really showed more than it hid, but that was the point
wasn't it?
Two white lace gloves were the next item, and she pulled each one. A
loop went over each middle finger, and then the glove itself went
several inches up her forearm.
"Oops," she thought suddenly, "I forgot to set the alarm for Chris!"
She walked quietly over to the bedroom door and peered in. Chris was
still sleeping soundly, and she tip toed in and over to the nightstand
near his head. The clock read 9:30, and she quickly set the alarm for
9:50. She figured that would be enough time to finish getting dressed
and into the bondage. She turned the volume on the buzzer up and then
set the clock back down, and returned to the living room.
She pulled the sweatshirt off over her head and tossed it on the sofa,
and then picked up the camisole. It was a tiny white camisole that
she had just got in the mail the other day from her Victoria's Secret
catalog. In little red lettering on the front it read "Naughty
Angel", which was very appropriate for what she was doing. She raised
her arms and pulled it on over her head, but left the top bunched up
above her breasts. She walked back over to the kitchen table and
picked up the nipple clamps.
She had removed the lead weight that Chris had attached last night,
but had decided to still use the clamps themselves. The feelings that
had gone through her breasts when she had released each clamp from her
nipples had sent the most incredible rush to her pussy, and she wanted
to feel it again. She picked up the vibrator and turned it on low,
and brought the toy up to her left breast, holding it against her
nipple. She squeezed the nipple between her thumb and forefinger and
rubbed the vibrator around the tip of her breast. The nipple quickly
hardened, and she repeated this with the other breast.
Setting the vibrator down and turning it off, she used both hands to
caress and squeeze her nipples. She brought each nipple up to her
mouth and kissed and sucked each one for a moment or two. "God, did
she love having her breasts kissed and touched", she thought. "I
think I could come just from enough attention being paid to my
breasts".
She picked up the nipple clamps, opened up the left one, and carefully
closed it over her left nipple.
She immediately clamped her mouth shut to stifle the scream that she
wanted to make. "That hurts!!" she thought to herself. The clamp bit
into the delicate flesh of he nipple, holding it and squeezing it.
She bit her lower lip and waited until the pain subsided slightly,
blinking several times to clear the momentary tears from her eyes.
She realized that Chris had to have put them on her the previous night
when she lost consciousness for that moment or two he described to
her. She hadn't believed him at first, but having just felt the bite
of the nipple clamp, she realized he had been telling the truth and
she had lost consciousness from the orgasms. She would have
remembered that pain and never given a second thought to using the
things!
Steeling herself, she opened the other clamp and attached it to the
other nipple, again biting her lip at the pain. After several moments
that roar from her breasts died down to a more palpable throbbing.
She cautiously touched one of her nipples, which were now a fiery red
color, and felt her knees weaken at the touch. Her already very
sensitive nipples felt like they were ten times more sensitive with
the clamps on!! Another touch or two would bring on an orgasm right
there, she thought!
She reached above her breasts and carefully pulled the camisole down
over her breasts, and settled it around her stomach. It was shown in
the catalog as being rather a tight fit on Ms. Naomi Campbell when she
modeled it, and it was on her as well. Her well-rounded breasts
filled the camisole as well as Ms. Campbell's, she thought, and the
tight cotton fabric pressed her breasts together, up and outwards. It
also pushed down on the clamps on her nipples, and she stood there
momentarily recovering from the sensations.
She walked over to the hall mirror and carefully brushed her hair.
She pulled the long strands into two ponytails, one on either side of
her head, and tied a white ribbon around each ponytail. She applied a
little bit of make-up, and selected a light pink lipstick. She
fastened the gold hoops back into her ears, and then the golden chain
around her waist. She bent over and added the ankle bracelet around
the right ankle for luck. Satisfied, she blew a kiss at the face
reflected in the mirror. She looked down at her breasts and realized
that her nipples were protruding out from the white camisole, and that
even more, she could clearly make out the shapes of the two clamps on
either nipple.
Smiling, she walked over to the kitchen table. She looked at the
clock and realized she had only eight minutes before the alarm next to
Chris went off. She stepped into the white heels and leaned down to
tighten the straps. These were a dress set of heels that she had
purchased for a wedding last summer. They were four inches high,
which was way too high to dance in, but they were actually very
comfortable, and she really loved them. Plus, the looks she got from
the guys (and some girls!) when she wore them! They were mostly
strips of white leather that wound fashionably around her toes and
instep, and fastened with a ¼ inch strap around her ankle.
She then picked up and fastened an ankle cuff around each ankle, just
above the straps on the heels. She looked again at the equipment on
the table top, checked to make sure everything she needed was there,
and continued. She fastened one end of the spreader bar to the ring
on the inside of her left ankle, and then spread her legs apart,
allowing her to attach the other end of the bar to the inside of the
cuff on her right ankle. She made sure she was centered on the table,
and then took the chain ends she had attached to the legs at either
end of the table and locked them to the outside of the ankle cuffs on
each leg. The first step was completed. Her ankles were locked to
the spreader bar, and then each ankle locked to the table legs to
either side. So far so good! She looked at the clock - six minutes
left!
She took the keys to all the locks - the handcuff keys, the wrist and
ankle cuff lock's keys, and the master key to the locks on the ends of
all the chains, and looped them through the long chain around her
waist, and fastened the catch on this chain. She almost put them
around her neck, and then realized that they would be hanging down
around her neck where she might possibly reach them - didn't want that
to happen now!!
She picked up the vibrator, turned it to its second setting, and then
pulled down the white panty. She was still very wet with excitement
and her earlier orgasm and the vibrator slipped inside her easily.
She carefully pushed it almost totally inside, and then pulled the
panty back up into place. She could feel the front of the panty was
already damp from her juices. Step two was complete.
She picked up the headphones for the Discman and set them on her ears.
She picked up the blindfold and perched on the top of her head - not
quite time for it yet! She turned the Discman on and then hung it on
the back of the garter belt. No Mozart Sonata this time - she had put
the new CD from Matchbox 20 into the player. The first song started
playing in her ears. Next she locked each leather wrist cuff onto
either wrist, snugging them tight around the white lace fabric of
either opera lace glove. Four minutes!
She picked up the black leather collar and fumbled with it, finally
closing it in place around her neck. She rotated the collar so the
ring with the chain hanging from it was in front, and the chain hung
down between her breasts. Finally, she picked up the handcuffs. She
inserted the metal end of one handcuff through the ring on her left
wrist cuff, and then brought her two wrists together. It took her a
few attempts, but with the tips of her fingers and her teeth, she was
able to get the end of the cuff through the ring on the right wrist
cuff, and then snapped the cuff closed, locking her two wrists
together using one of the two handcuff loops. She made sure the other
handcuff was hanging open. Two and a half minutes!
She looked down at the table and then around the room. Everything was
set - now once again all she had to do was complete the last step and
wait for Chris to come to her. She leaned forward over the table and
pulled the chain from the collar out from between her breasts and let
it hang down over the edge of the table. She reached down with her
hands and fumbled with it to loop it around the chain she had placed
there between the two legs at either end of the table. Her breasts
hurt where the tabletop was pushing the clamps into the tops of her
breasts, but she ignored the feelings for a moment. She brought the
end of the chain up and pulled it tight.
The chain went from the ring on her collar, down around the chain
stretched between the two legs of the table, and then, pulling it a
little tighter, locked onto one of its own links. She was now locked
to the table, and couldn't raise her chest and head from the table
top. She had pulled all the slack out of the chain at her neck, and
was locked tight.
She glanced at the clock one more time - one minute left. She brought
her linked hands up together and pulled the blindfold down over her
eyes. The handcuff hanging loose from the wrist cuffs smacked her in
the nose as she did this, eliciting an inadvertent and loud "ouch!",
followed by a giggle.
She brought her hands back down slowly and found the chain attached to
the collar around her neck. She grasped the open handcuff between her
fingers and then used her fingers to follow the chain downwards
towards where it looped around the other chain. Taking a deep breath
and bracing for the pain in her breasts, she pressed her chest and
arms downward into the table, compressing her breasts, and flipped the
open end of the handcuff around the chain between the legs of the
table, and clicked it close. That was it! She'd done it. Her hands
were now locked together at the wrist cuffs with one loop of the
handcuffs, and then connected to the chain at the bottom of the table
by the other handcuff loop.
But her breasts hurt slightly. She tried to lift herself slightly off
the table, but found that without her hands and arms for leverage,
couldn't do it. The chain at her neck was pulled tight. She closed
her eyes and rested let her chin hang downwards over the end of the
table. As her sense of time and activity slowly vanished, she focused
on the music in her ears and the vibrations inside her. She knew the
vibrator would be nearing its first turn-off point in about thirty
seconds, so she tried not to get too excited from this first session,
knowing that she would just have to wait for two minutes for it to
kick back in.
Her body had other ideas, however. Her breasts were sending out
alternating waves of pain and pleasure throughout her body. Her
nipples were screaming at her in a mix of pain and pleasure,
alternating messages seeming to go straight from the tops of the
nipples to her brain. And her pussy was throbbing and pulsing as it
began to build towards its second orgasm of the morning.
She clenched her jaw to prevent the first moan from escaping, and
tried to focus on the music and not on all the pleasure waves in her
body.
* * * *
In the bedroom, the alarm went off by his ear with a loud annoying
buzz. Chris rolled over and peered blearily at the clock. He reached
out and hit the snooze button, dropping back for eight more minutes of
blissful sleep.
Chapter 9: Breakfast Time!!!
The vibrator clicked off, and Georgetta swore she could feel the loud
click throughout her body. She had been close, oh-so-very close, she
knew. Now it would be two more minutes before it kicked on. She
tried to listen to the music, tried to concentrate as the orgasm that
had just seconds ago been building to a crescendo began to ebb away.
The song from Matchbox 20 finished, and the next tune kicked in. She
realized now why Chris had used a classical piece rather than the more
modern tunes - the classical songs tended to be longer pieces, and it
was really hard to tell the passing of time by listening to them. The
more modern music, however, tended towards neat and precise three or
four minute songs. She knew as this song reached the guitar sole that
about two minutes had passed, and sure enough, she felt the "Ultimate
Teaser" vibrator kick back on. She moaned louder now, no longer
worried about waking Chris.
Chris! Where was he? It had been almost 9:50 on the clock when she
had locked her wrists in, completing her self-bondage. Now the
vibrator had gone off and on twice, so it had to be past 9:50. The
alarm would have gone off by now…was he standing there watching her
right now? She recalled that he had told her how he had sat and
watched her last night when she had first discovered all the features
of her little toy. She tried to flex her buttocks and squirmed across
the top of the table. She was beginning to regret her own
thoroughness. She did discover that the edge of the table was just
about even with her pantied bottom, and that by pressing herself
forward against the table edge, she could just move the bottom of the
vibrator inside her, pushing it towards a new spot.
"Ummmmmmmmmppppphhhh," she exclaimed as the vibrator shifted inside
her to a new spot and continued its throbbing. "Mmmmmm, that's
better!" she moaned.
Here it comes again, she thought. And as the song ended, so too did
the motion of the vibrator. "God damn it," she thought. "C'mon,
Chris, get out here and do something. The next song started in her
ears, a slower, more mournful balled. "How appropriate," she thought.
Midway through, the vibrator turned itself on once again. "Why-oh-why
didn't I just use one of the other normal settings?" she thought, but
knowing that she had selected the on and off setting just for this
very reason. She nudged forwards against the table, trying to move
the vibrator, and suddenly felt it slip completely inside. She
stopped moving for a moment, and then rubbed herself against the table
lip - she couldn't feel the hard protrusion of the vibrator sticking
out and pressing against the table any more - she had pushed the six
inch toy completely inside her!!!
She could still rub herself against the lip of the table though. She
also found that she could slide her breasts around the table top.
There wasn't really anything to rub them against, but her own weight
and the pressure of the clips was more than enough. She felt the
orgasm building this time, knew she'd make it before the next
two-minute mark, and shrieked in joy as she felt the orgasm hit. She
increased the speed of her rubbing against the table, enjoying the
feel of the table lip against her lips. Even the clicking off of the
vibrator didn't dull the excitement of this one!!!
"YYYYYeeeeeeeeeessssssssss ohhhh YYYEEEESSSS oohhhhh my god
yeeessssssss!!!" she exclaimed loudly, not realizing that her voice
was even louder because she couldn't hear the sound of her voice
through the headphones and music.
Her breasts were really starting to hurt though - she needed to get
off of this table top and relieve the pressure. As her pulse stopped
racing and returned to a slightly slower speed, she again thought,
"Where is Chris?"
* * * *
Chris lifted his head up and looked around blearily. Something had
woken him up. He looked over to where Georgetta had fallen asleep
only to find her side of the bed empty. "Georgetta?" he asked into
room. "Georgetta? Hon? Where are you?" he repeated.
He sat up slowly in the bed. He looked over and saw the bathroom door
was open, so she wasn't in there. He looked around the room, and saw
that she had straightened things up a bit. His clothes were piled
over on the chair in the corner, and a pile of black items on her
dresser had to be the outfit she had worn for a little while last
evening. He looked up at the chain hanging from the ceiling and
smiled. "Wow, what a night that was!," he thought to himself.
He got out of bed and walked into the bathroom and relieved himself.
His penis was slightly sore, he thought, the result of too much
intercourse with Georgetta the night before. Correction, he thought,
because of the intercourse last night, never too much!
He walked back into the bedroom and then heard the first moan.
Georgetta?" he asked again, looking towards the living room of the
apartment. He strode over and opened the bedroom door and walked
naked into the living room. He glanced quickly around the room, and
then stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him in the
kitchen.
His girlfriend was bound hand and foot over the kitchen table.
Wearing white stockings, panties, and top, she was tied to the legs of
the table on one side, and then face down across the top of the table
with her hands, shoulders, and head hanging over the other side of the
table. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed as he walked towards her. His
penis, very interested in the site before him, started to rise.
She was moving her ass a little side-to-side, pressing her lower
stomach and pussy up against the table. He saw the duffel bag at the
side of the table, along with the catalog, and realized she'd been
doing some reading. He walked up to her and looked at what she had
done in amazement. He hadn't quite expected her to enjoy the bondage
game this much!
"God what an ass she has," he thought to himself. He stood behind
her, staring appreciatively at her legs and rear. Almost
unconsciously, his hand found his penis and started rubbing. Her butt
was framed nicely by the white garter belt and stockings. Her ass was
toned and firm, the result of a lot of hours of aerobics and thigh
exercises. A tiny slip of white vanished down the crack of her ass,
and then widened slightly, covering her pubic mound. A few dark hairs
protruded from the sides.
Walking around the table, he stared open-mouthed at the arrangement
she had performed to tie herself to the table. "How did she do that?"
he asked himself. Her hands were locked together with one handcuff,
and then handcuffed to a chain that stretched between the two legs of
the table on this side. Then he saw the other chain going from under
her chin to that bottom chain. "I think she outdid me!" he realized.
It had taken him several hours to work out the previous night's
bondage, and he hadn't been sure until she locked her wrists to the
chains and jumped off the milk crate that it would actually work. He
had read and studied several bondage catalogs, not to mention thirty
or forty stories from the UseNet's "alt.sex.stories.moderated"
newsgroup before he had come up with the idea, and she had gone and
bested him the very next morning, using only her own imagination and
the pictures in the catalog!!
"At least she used my idea about the headphones and blindfold," he
thought. She was still breathing hard, with soft moans mixing with
the deep breaths, and as he walked back around to her posterior, he
noticed the slight trickle of liquid escaping from underneath the
panty and leaking down her thigh. "She just came," he thought. Her
yells are what woke me up," he realized. He leaned down and placed
his ear near her rear - sure enough he heard the buzzing of the
vibrator from inside her.
He scanned the table top and the surrounding area, looking for the
remote control to the vibrator, but didn't see it. He walked quickly
over to the bedroom and up to the bed, dropping to his hands and knees
to peer under the bed. He spotted it up near the headboard where it
had fallen just far enough under that she had missed it during her
earlier cleanup.
"I think it's time to have a little fun with her," he thought to
himself. "If she's in such a hurry to tie herself up, I guess I'll
just have to let her enjoy it for a while. He walked back out and
stopped behind her. He watched her rub herself against the table, and
try to rub her breasts against the table top. He really liked
watching her pantied ass move around. And her legs were just
incredible in the heels - "were those the heels she wore to Jim's
wedding?" he thought. Yes, they were. Wow" He remember just how
sexy she had looked that night in the dark blue mini-dress, with the
cleavage and the slit, and the…wait a minute - look at what she's
wearing now you idiot! He thought to himself. He heard the click as
the vibrator shut off.
"Hmmmm, even used the 'teaser' setting," he thought. He looked up at
the clock and noted the second hand. He sat and tried to focus on the
clock, watching the second hand circle once around and begin its
second rotation. He realized he was still stoking himself, and forced
his hand to stop. His prick was standing straight up in the air,
begging for permission to soundly and thoroughly fuck the brunette
vision in front of him, but he restrained himself.
Just as the second hand approached the 1:55 mark of its two minute
cycle, he thumbed the vibrator to the "One-Low" setting. Then he got
and walked back to the bedroom, leaving his girlfriend with a quietly
throbbing vibrator pulsing a bit slower than she had intended it to.
He pulled his briefs and a sweatshirt out of the pile on the chair,
and quickly got dressed. He walked back out into the kitchen, and
slid the coffee maker out of the cupboard. He fished around in her
pantry and found the coffee, and began making a pot of coffee,
glancing occasionally over at his bound brunette girlfriend moaning
softly and humping against the edge of the table.
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