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We parted amicably, and I still care about her a lot. This story is a work of fiction - it never happened, although I have shared it with her, and she enjoyed it. I hope you do too! The names have been changed to protect us both. Georgetta is the name of another girl that I have desired, but the physical descriptions of my heroine are of my ex- girlfriend. *** Chapter 1: The End Of A Long Day The box was waiting just inside the front door to her apartment building, just as Chris had said it would be when she got home. It was on the floor in front of the mailboxes with her name and address on it. A large size brown cardboard box. Chris had refused to tell her what was in the carton, only that she was to bring it upstairs. She had lost the bet, and as a result had agreed to follow his directions for one night. It was now time to pay up. If she decided to open the box, she had to follow the directions in the box to the letter. Georgetta had to go up the stairs to her apartment and drop off her purse, briefcase, and other mail before returning to get the carton. It was a little heavier than she expected, and took a bit of effort to get it upstairs and into her apartment. Setting it down on the kitchen table, she got a pair of scissors out of the drawer and sliced open the tape on the top of the carton. As she thought, there was a note from Chris on top of the contents. She sliced open the envelope and pulled the letter from inside. It read: My dearest Georgetta, You are to take this box into the bedroom and unpack it, placing the contents on the bed. Do not yet open the small box in the bottom of this carton. I will be along later this evening to continue this fantasy. You are then to undress completely and place on the articles of clothing I have provided. Further instructions are contained inside this box. Once you are dressed, you are to pour yourself a glass of wine and then relax in the living room. I have included one of your romance novels in the box for your reading pleasure. Turn to the section I have bookmarked for you, and read from the box while you drink the glass of wine. When you have finished the book and have drunk the wine, open the envelope at the back of the book and read the next set of instructions. Chris *** Intrigued, Georgetta picked up the box and carried it into the bedroom. Setting it on top of the bed, she lifted the packing material and began to unpack the contents. On top was indeed a romance novel, one of the real trashy ones she liked to read while laying on the beach. The rest of the contents surprised her. She had expected Chris to provide a sexy lingerie outfit for her, but this was not quite what she had expected. A pair of black leather knee-high boots and black fishnet stockings were the first items. A black, soft leather halter top, a black leather mini-skirt, a black garter belt, and a black thong panty completed the outfit she was intended to wear. She picked up the halter top and examined it. It was basically a black leather bra, but had a collar with silver metal studs. Several straps rose from the top of the bra to the collar. Smiling to herself, she wondered just what Chris was intending, but decided it would be a lot of fun to find out. "Guess he's in the mood for a Harley Davidson biker-type fantasy, I guess" she thought. Dropping the outfit on the bed, she stepped out of her heels, and shrugged off the suit jacket. Fumbling with the zipper to her skirt, she walked towards the closet. Removing the hanger, she stepped out of the skirt, and then hung it on the hanger. She returned to the bed and picked up the jacket, adding it to the hanger and returned it to the closet. She returned to the dresser and reached behind her to undo her bra. Her breasts fell loose as the bra came unhooked, and she removed the item from her shoulders. She softly caressed her breasts, imagining the feel of Chris's hands on them later that evening. They were very sensitive, and even her casual caresses sent a tiny wave of pleasure through her. She dropped her thumbs inside the pantyhose and panties, and pushed them down to below her knees. She sat down on the bed and pulled them off her legs. She then picked up the black fishnet hose from Chris's package and carefully pulled on one and then the other. Standing up, she spent a minute on each leg, carefully straightening the seams. "Why do these things drive guys crazy?" she wondered, not for the first time. The halter top was the next item. She quickly figured out the fastener on the collar and attached it around her neck. She smoother the cups of the halter around her breasts and then reached behind her back to fasten the catch. She had never worn a leather item like this before, and found she liked the feel of the leather against her skin. The halter was relatively low cut, and revealed a significant amount of cleavage. The black leather straps from the halter up to the collar stood out against her tanned skin. leather "This could be fun," she thought to herself. She picked up the garter belt and fastened it around her waist, and then spent several minutes fastening the garter straps front and rear to the stockings. "Men" she muttered as the last strap became slights irritating and refused to lock in on the stocking. At last it too locked close. She picked up the thong and stepped into it, settling it into place on her hips. She noted that it too was made of leather. The leather skirt then went around her waist. It zipped up one side, although the zipper started more than a few inches from the bottom. From her waist to the hem it was less the fifteen or sixteen inches, and didn't cover very much at all. She rotated the skirt around her waist, positioning the zipper at the front of her right thigh. The slight slit on her skirt showed the top of the stockings and a bit of thigh. "Chris will certainly appreciate that," she thought to herself. She sat down onto the bed and pulled first one boot and then the other on. They fit perfectly, leading her to believe Chris had been snooping around her clothing to determine her sizes. The boots had a good three inch heel, and she stood carefully and took a few steps to get her balance straight. She had a pair of four-inch heels that she sometimes wore, the kind she referred to as her "do-me" heels, but she often didn't spend much time walking in them - Chris usually took her straight to bed after only a few minutes of her walking around him wearing them. She looked again into the box and noticed she had missed two items. Two black leather studded bracelets were in the bottom of the box, next to the other box that Chris's letter had told her not to open. She picked up and examined the two black leather wrist cuffs. They were studded with silver squares around the inside, and had soft fabric on the inside. They had smaller silver studs similar to the ones on the halter top she was wearing. More interesting was that the fastening mechanism seemed rather intricate, and it took a bit of work with both hands to get each one open. She fastened one on each wrist. She stood up from the bed and over to the full length mirrors on the closet doors. "Motorcycle slut from LA," she thought to herself as she took in her appearance. The high heels on the boots lifted her butt slightly into the air, tightening her buttocks and leg muscles. They were high, but she had worn this size before and could move reasonably well in them. "We better not be going out dancing though!" she thought. The halter clung tightly to her breasts, revealing and hiding her curves at the same time. The halter fit snugly underneath her breasts, and revealed her taut stomach and belly button, before the black miniskirt began. The skirt barely covered her tush, and as she turned and lifted the back of the skirt, she noted that the panty was more of a G-string in the back, tapering quickly away from a few inches at the small of her back to almost a string between her ass cheeks. It needs something, however, she thought, and stepped over to her dresser. She fumbled through her jewelry box for a minute and found the thick gold hoop earrings. She fastened these into each ear, and then added a longer, dangly-type golden earring to the second hole in her right ear. A further search of her jewelry revealed the long golden chain she sometimes wore at the beach, and she fastened it around her waist. It gleamed in the light and hung loose on her hips, just above the top of the mini-skirt. Lastly, she picked out a 16" gold chain and fastened it about her neck. The bottom of the chain settled nicely into her cleavage. A final check in the mirror and she decided she had the outfit just about right. She picked up a black hair scrungee from the dresser top and pulled her hair into a soft ponytail behind her. It wasn't in Chris's instructions but it seemed to fit the image. "All I need is a black leather biker jacket and I could jump on the back of a hog" she thought to herself. "Screw that - I could drive my own hog, and get Chris to ride on the back" she thought to herself and laughed. She applied a bit of blush, some mascara, and then found her reddest lipstick. It was a vivid, bright red, and she applied it carefully to her lips. Picking up a tissue, she blotted her lips and dropped the tissue into the wastebasket. She smiled and blew a kiss to the tempting seductress that looked back at her from the mirror. She had just applied red nail polish the previous day, and it seemed to fit in well with the image. "Now for the next part of this fantasy," she thought. Chapter 2: A Glass of Wine and Thou She walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Her breasts swayed as she walked, and moved slightly inside the halter, and she could feel the tight panty brushing up against her. She liked the feel of the cool leather on her skin, pressing snug against her breasts. "Now I know what the attraction to leather is!" she thought to herself. Opening the refrigerator, she found the bottle of wine she and Chris had bought the previous weekend and placed it on the counter. She opened the silverware drawer and pulled out the wine opener. The bottle opened with a satisfying "pop". She got a glass down from the cabinet and began pouring the wine when she saw Chris's handwriting on the bottle. "Drink me to here," it said, and it indicated almost half of the bottle. "Getting me drunk to take advantage of me, he is!" she said out loud. "He better be very good to me tonight" she thought, and continued pouring. Measuring the bottle against the glass she had poured, she realized it was about two good sized glasses, more than she usually had, and certainly enough to loosen a few inhibitions. Georgetta returned the wine bottle to the refrigerator and then picked up the wine glass and walked back into the bedroom. She picked up the novel Chris had sent and walked back out into the living room to her favorite chair. She carefully arranged herself onto the sofa cushion and took her first drink of wine. Setting the glass down on the end table, and noting the red lipstick she had left on the glass, she opened the book to the bookmark Chris had left, and began to read. It was one of her favorite romance writers. This author wrote wonderfully romantic happy stories, but sprinkled liberal amounts of sexual activities and adventures throughout. The usual "man-meets-girl-and-falls-in- love, man and girl both meet others and fool around, and then man and girl manage to save their love" type story. This section Chris had her start at quickly got into the "fooling-around" scenes, and she read attentively as one bedroom encounter led to another and yet another, as the hero and heroine made one romantic adventure after another. After several very good chapters, she realized that she had finished the first glass of wine. She set the book aside and stood up from the chair. She walked carefully into the kitchen and retrieved the bottle from the refrigerator. She felt incredibly sexy dressed in this motorcycle slut outfit, and let her hands wander momentarily over her breasts and down her body before returning to her breasts. A brief caress or two and she could feel her nipples hardening beneath the leather halter, and she let out a small gasp as the sensations swept through her. "I may need to convince Chris to let me keep this outfit after tonight!" she thought to herself. "Shouldn't be too hard to do that," the thought continued, and she smiled. She poured the wine into her glass, noticing that she had almost passed the marking on the bottle that she was supposed to drink. The glass was full as she returned the bottle to the refrigerator and then walked back into the living room and the novel. As she sat into the chair, the skirt rode well up her thighs, showing much of the skin above the tops of the stockings. She could feel the leather panty snuggle up against her clitoris, and knew that at least part of Chris's plans were beginning to work. She was just a little buzzed, definitely feeling the effects of the glasses of wine she was consuming. She was also getting a little aroused. She picked up the novel and was quickly caught up in the lovemaking described in the book. The chapter he had marked began: Donna walked out of the hotel room, slamming the door in disgust. She had just caught her lover, Vernon, in bed with her best friend and almost maid-of-honor, of all people. True, it had been her maid-of-honor in her almost marriage to David, and that was last year before the wedding had been called off and then she had started seeing Vernon, but still the irony of it all astounded her. She walked down the hallway of the hotel, her heels loudly clicking against the polished wooden floors of the hotel. This was her favorite Philadelphia hotel, the Ritz Carlton, and she loved the incredible luxury and opulence of the hotel. Usually, she loved it, she thought. Now her blood was racing and her thoughts raced through her head. She punched the button to the elevator and stood there, staring back up the corridor at the hotel room where Vernon and Kendra were, probably picking out the ice cubes from the bed sheets. Donna giggled as she remembered their reactions. She had walked into the room, having learned from Vernon's secretary that he had made plans to spend the night at the hotel. She had bribed the turn-down maid to let her into his room, and had snuck through the living room of his suite, intending to surprise him in the bedroom. However, when she opened the door to the room, she had found them there, Vernon's head and shoulders buried between the legs of Kendra. Kendra had just let out a long moan when she opened her eyes to see Donna staring there. Furious, Donna strode to the dresser and grabbed the ice bucket sitting there. She turned and flung the contents on the entwined couple, soaking the two of them and the bed with the ice water and cubes. The bottle hit Vernon in the ass. "You son-of-a-bitch!" she had screamed at Vernon. "And you, you back-stabbing little slut!" she had screamed at Kendra. "You two deserve each other," she had screamed at them, as they shrieked back at her from the cold ice water. She had then turned and stormed out of the room. The elevator doors opened and she got in. She saw the door to the hotel suite open and Vernon come stumbling out as the doors to the elevator shut. She pushed the button for the Parking Garage Level 3 and leaned back in against the walls of the car. Although she was trying to fight it, she felt the first tears come as the car made its way from the top floor of the hotel down to the lower level parking garage. The doors opened and she ran out from the car. She was openly crying now and certainly didn't want to be seen in this condition. As she rounded the corner of the garage to where she had parked her Beamer, she fumbled in her purse, pulling out the keys and finding the key fob. She peered at the remote opener through her watery eyes and pushed the "Unlock" button. Her Beamer beeped once and flashed its lights, opening the doors for her. As she approached the car she heard the steps behind her. A large body came up from behind, grabbing her around the waist and clamping a hand over her mouth. She was lifted off her feet and moved to the back of her car. The hand on her waist moved and grabbed her wrist, finding the remote opener and pushed a button, popping the trunk open. She tried to scream and twist against her assailant, but was shoved brutally into the trunk and closed in when the unknown attacker slammed it shut on her. She heard the front door open, and then moments later the engine roared to life. She was flung about in the trunk as the Beamer was backed out of the parking spot and pulled away up the parking garage ramps. She hit her head on something and blacked out. * * * Georgetta paused in her reading to take another sip of wine. She loved trashy novels, and the kidnapping theme was a common one. "Is Chris going to abduct me tonight" she wondered to herself. "He better not try to shove me in a trunk!" she thought with a smile. Georgetta set the wine glass down, readjusted her skirt, which kept insisting on riding up, and resumed reading. Chapter 3: Scenes from a Trashy Romance Novel Donna opened her eyes and stared into darkness. She blinked several times, but still could not see anything. Then she realized she was blindfolded. Worse, they, whoever they were, had gagged her as well. Her mouth tasted funny. She tried to spit it out but found she couldn't. It took her a few minutes to regain her thoughts and assess what was going on. She felt like she was laying on her back, that much she could figure out. Something soft, most likely a bed. She tried to move her arms but realized that they were fastened above her head. Same with her legs. She could feel they were tied to something else as well. She was basically tied spread-eagled on a bed, blindfolded and gagged. She also felt a little cold, but could still feel her bra straps across her chest and the waistband of her panties. So she wasn't naked, but certainly not fully clothed either. "This is not good," she thought to herself, not for the first time. She tugged with each arm, and then tried to move her legs, but to no avail. She was tied tight and not going anywhere until someone decided to let her go. She heard the door open and footsteps approach the bed. She turned her head towards the sound, but still could not see anything - the blindfold cut off all of her sight. Then she felt fingers on the side of her face. She turned away, and then realized that they were caressing her face, and not hurting her. She felt the hand work slowly and softly down her cheek and ear, to her neck, caressing and touching the sides of her neck and under her chin. The one hand was joined by a second, alternating between her earlobes, her neck, and her chin. Despite herself, Donna thought it felt quite nice. The hands stopped and she heard footsteps move away from the bed. Then she heard the music begin. It was a jazz song. For some reason it made her think of her ex- fiancé - he had always loved listening to jazz and they had frequently made love to the sounds of jazz on the stereo. Then she heard the steps approaching her again, and then the wait and feeling of someone sitting on the bed next to her. The hands returned, stroking and caressing her face and neck, occasionally moving to her upper chest. Then she felt his hands on her gag, loosening it. He pulled it from her mouth. Donna worked her tongue, lips, and jaw, trying to moisten her dry mouth. Then a few splashes of a liquid were dropped into her mouth. She tasted it and realized it was water. A hand reached behind her neck and lifted her head upwards, and a glass was placed against her lips, allowing her to drink. She took several swallows before the glass was lifted away. "Please let me g-" she started to say when her lips were covered by his. In shock, she turned away from the kiss, but he placed his hands on either side of her face and turned her to him. He kissed her again, although she didn't return the favor. But there was something strangely familiar about his kiss... Then his lips were on her neck, and nibbling softly on the sides of her neck, up and down, and to that little spot on the right side of her neck that was just so sensitive, and then back to her lips. This time, she kissed back, surprising herself. His lips left hers, and returned to that sensitive spot on her neck. They worked downwards, down her upper chest and to the top of her straining breasts, kissing and nuzzling between them. She felt his hands reach behind her for the clasp of her brasserie, and lifted her back up slightly to help. "There are only two men in this world that know how sensitive that spot on my neck is," she thought to herself as the mysterious stranger finished removing her bra and started kissing her breasts. "One was her now ex-lover Vernon, who she had left in the hotel room with that slut Kendra, the other her ex-fiancé, David. But which one of the two of them was doing this. It can't be Vernon - he could never have gotten down to the hotel parking garage in time to catch her from behind. That meant it had to be..." Then she felt that distinctive nibbling sensation on her left breast and knew it to be. "David! - David let me go you son-of-a-bitch! How dare you do this to me!" she yelled at him. A chuckling sound let her now she had guessed correctly. "Let me out of these ropes you bastard!" she screamed at him, trying to twist her body and breasts away from his kisses. "Quiet, m'love" or I'll need to put the gag back in," he said to her. "You just lay there and enjoy this evening's attention." He moved his lips down from her breasts, softly nibbling down her stomach and caressing the space of skin just above her womanhood. She felt him grasp the fabric of her panty with both hands and then heard a ripping noise as he ripped one side of the fabric. She felt him slide the remainder of the garment down her left leg, and then gasped as he pressed his lips and tongue against her most sensitive spot. Despite her cries to stop, that they had broken up, that she didn't want him to do this, that he was a bastard and had left her for another woman, David continued his affections to her womanhood, and she could feel her excitement rising inside her. Her protestations died away as she was swept away in the exotic feelings he produced within her. She struggled weakly against the bonds holding her hands, and then gave up, allowing him to take her. As the moment came, she shook with ecstasy, and lay there, allowing the emotions and feelings to sweep through her. Then he was inside her. She felt his manhood penetrate deep into her, and she found herself raising her hips to take him, to feel him. They moved together, she moving upwards, he driving into her. She heard his cries as he achieved his release and shook within her before collapsing on top of her. After several minutes, he reached up and removed her blindfold. She squinted in the light, realizing that it was only from a few candles he had placed around the bed. She looked around and recognized the decor and furnishings of the Ritz Carlton! She had never even left the hotel! As she started to ask him to explain, he again dropped his lips to her womanhood and began again, this time slower and more languorously than the first time. Hours and hours passed, it seemed to her, as she lay there upon the bed. She could feel the sheets grow wet beneath her, as David brought her to a second and then third release. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts, moving up and down her legs. After the third release he slowly stopped and lifted his body from hers. She felt his hands on her legs, releasing the ties from each foot. As she stretch and flexed each leg he moved to her arms and release each one. He laid down beside her and she rolled towards him, enveloping his face with kisses. She moved herself on top of him, and found him ready for her again. This time she moved slowly atop him, feeling his hardness within herself. She watched his face and eyes, trying to gauge his level of excitement, slowing as she thought he neared release. Finally, as her thighs began to burn, she quickened the pace of their lovemaking, and felt him achieve his release. She collapsed on top of him, holding him in place inside her. "You have a lot of explaining to do," she said to him. Georgetta turned the page in the novel and found a post-it note from Chris. It said: That's all for your reading enjoyment this evening. You can finish the book another time. Now it's time to proceed to the next activity in this night's entertainment plans. If you are still willing to participate, open the envelope at the back of this book. Chris Georgetta thought for a few moments. She really wanted to see what happened next in the story, find out whether Donna took David back or got back together with Vernon. She was also feeling very aroused. That last scene had really turned her on, and she was more than a bit curious as to what else Chris had planned for her. She found the envelope stapled into the back of the book. Ripping it from the book cover, she opened it to find a second envelope and a sheet of paper with further instructions. The sheet read: Georgetta, I hope you have enjoyed your evening so far. I have put a considerable amount of work into this fantasy, and hope to allow you to experienced one of the most incredible nights of your life. You now need to decide if you want to follow through where I am about to take you. You may have a slight idea based on your attire and the last scene in the novel. I assure you that you will not be hurt, and that we will have a most incredible night of lovemaking and pleasure. If you agree, then you are first to clean-up the wine glass and leave the novel on the counter in the kitchen. Then take the remaining envelope into the bedroom and get the second box from inside the first carton I left for you. I will soon be there, my darling, and promise to make incredible love to you regardless of your decision as to where this night goes. I can only imagine how incredibly sexy and desirable you look right now, dressed in the boots and leather I have provided for you. Finally, if at any time this night is not going as you would desire and want to stop the fantasy, you are to say "Thunderbird". That will be our code word to let me know that you want to stop and talk. Otherwise, I will continue with my plans for the evening and assume that I have your agreement. For now, my love, Chris Chapter 4: Fit to be Tied She had already decided that she would follow through with Chris on this fantasy. He had obviously worked hard to make it happen, and she was enjoying herself immensely so far. She found it funny that he had chosen "Thunderbird" as her escape word, but was pleased that he had planned for any eventuality. The car that she had been driving when she and Chris had first started dating was a dark blue Thunderbird, and she had loved it very much. She had many great memories of her times with Chris in that car. She felt more comfortable now following his directions knowing that she could stop him at any point. She picked up the envelope, book, and wine glass and walked (swayed, actually) into the kitchen. She quickly rinsed the glass, scrubbing away the lipstick, and left the book on the kitchen counter as instructed. Then she walked with the other envelope into the bedroom and picked up the letter opener to open the third envelope and the box. Chris's writing on the outside of the envelope instructed her to open the carton first before following the instructions on contained in the envelope. She attacked the box with the letter opener and quickly had slit the tape sealing it shut. She was somewhat surprised at the contents, although she had suspected something based on his instructions in the letter and that last chapter of the romance novel. The box contained two short lengths of chain, one about six inches long and the other about three and a half feet. Both had hooks on the end that would lock once they were closed. The box also contained a Sony Discman and headphones, a set of keys, a small silver vibrator, and what looked to be a wide black leather headband. She was pretty sure what Chris had in mind now, and again made up her mind to continue. She know Chris really cared for her and would not do anything that might hurt her, and besides, the story in the novel had made it all seem incredibly exciting. The vibrator surprised her. She knew what it was, of course, but had never used one. She picked it up and examined it. Chris had attached a post-it note to the toy that instructed her to turn the base of the vibrator until she had heard two clicks. She tried it and almost dropped it as it began humming in her hand. She felt it between her palms for a few minutes, feeling the vibrations and listening to the humming noise it made. She turned it off and then set it back on the comforter on the bed. She opened up the letter and read the instructions inside. She was again surprised by the level of effort Chris had gone through to prepare for this night. The first few steps in the letter were pretty simple. She was told to first bring the chair from the corner of the bedroom into the middle of the floor directly beneath the oak beam that ran across the middle of the ceiling. She was to feed the longer chain through the hoop Chris had installed in the beam, leaving an equal amount hanging to either side of the chain. She was then to return the chair to the corner of the room. She did this, struggling to move the chair in her heels and with the tight miniskirt constricting her steps. "When did he do all of this, and how come I never noticed this before?" she thought to herself. The beam was just across the room from her bed, and she practically looked right at it when she was laying in bed. She certainly would have noticed it before, she thought. She stepped up carefully onto the chair, and looked at the metal loop. It had been screwed into the beam, and she fed one length of the longer chain through the loop. She measured the sides to get equal amounts of chain hanging on either side. She stepped off the chair and dragged it back to the corner of the room. She picked up the letter and continued reading. The keys were to be hung on the necklace she was now wearing. Chris's letter explained that the keys would open the locks on the two chains, once the night was well underway. She unfastened the necklace from behind her neck and slipped the two silver keys over the chain. She refastened the catch and returned to the letter. The next activity was to place the Discman onto a loop on the back of her miniskirt, and then to place the headphones in her ears. A CD from Mozart was already in the Discman, and she was instructed to turn it on and set the volume to 5. She turned the Discman on, and fastened it to the belt loop on the side of the miniskirt. She set the headphones in her ears. She found the music to be somewhat loud but not painfully so. The sounds of a Mozart sonata were soon playing in her ears. The vibrator was next. She was told to turn it on by turning the bottom to the second click, and then to insert it inside of her. She knew where it went and what she was supposed to do with it, but it still took several seconds to convince herself to do this. She lifted up her skirt and pulled the panty down. She was already quite wet from the first part of the evening, and as she pressed it between her thighs and held it, pressing against her for several seconds. It was buzzing quite happily. She slowly turned it, rubbing it up and down, and then pressed the tip of the toy inside her. She pressed a little harder, letting out a gasp as she felt the buzzing inside. Slowly, she worked it in and out until only the end was peaking out from inside of her. She pulled her panty back up over it (which immediately pushed the vibrator a little farther in and momentarily staggered her). The buzzing and vibrating motion of the sex toy immediately got her keyed up, and made her even wetter, if possible. She adjusted her skirt back down, moving it slightly to position the zipper and accompanying slit over her right thigh. She was then instructed to pull the black headband over her head and down around her neck. She was then to put down the letter, pick up the remaining length of chain, and step into the middle of the bedroom beneath the oak beam and the hanging chain. She pulled the headband over her head, freed her hair from behind her back, and then picked up the small length of chain. She walked carefully to the center of the room, feeling the sensation of the vibrator within her as the tight panty moved it slightly with each step. The letter had instructed her to use the short length of chain to lock her two boots together. She bent over slowly, shaking slightly as the vibrator continued its happy thrumming, and found that the two clasps on either end of the short chain would connect into small loops on the inside of each boot. One clasp on either end of the chain locked onto each boot. This effectively prevented her from moving more than six inches at a time - the length of the chain holding her in place. As she did this and then stood back up from leaning over she felt the vibrator shift a little more inside her. It was a small unit, no more than four or five inches, but more than enough to drive her a little crazy with its incessant motion. She could already feel an orgasm building inside, and hoped that Chris would be there soon to replace the vibrator with his own sex tool, something that she knew would fill her more completely than the small silver toy did. The last two steps were reasonably clear, but required the final surrender. She could still stop now, retrieve the keys from around her neck, and then just jump on Chris as soon as he walked in the door. As horny as she was getting, this was a very attractive option, but she decided to go ahead and follow the last two steps. She reached up with her hands and fastened the lock on one end of the chain to the ring on the left wrist cuff. She was still surprised that she had missed the rings on her wristbands earlier in the night. Now she didn't care. Carefully moving her right hand down, she pulled the black headband up over her chin and settled it into place over her eyes. She was now in darkness, and with the Mozart playing in her ears, effectively placed into a sensory deprivation mode. She reached up with her right hand, stood on her tiptoes, or at least as high as her heels and the chain on her ankles would allow, and found the other end of the length of chain hanging from the beam. Taking a deep breath, she locked the clasp into place on her right wrist. That was it. Her legs were bound together with the short chain. Her hands were fastened via the wrist cuffs to a length of chain and suspended over her head. The sonata in her ears and the black blindfold cut off both her hearing and sight. She was essentially helpless. She figured if she tried hard enough and long enough she could unbuckle the wrist cuffs, but they were pretty snug, there wasn't much leverage in the length of chain hanging from the ceiling, and her long fingernails certainly wouldn't help matters. Chris had carefully taken into account her height, the length of her arms, the heels, and the length of the chain holding her hands. She had some slight freedom, but not enough to lower her arms, or, as she tried to ascertain, to really get to the fastenings of the wrist cuffs. "This is it," she thought. I'm locked in place here, waiting for my man to come and ravish me. She stood there in place, listening to the music, and becoming more and more aware of the buzzing between her legs. She could feel the pressure build inside her as the vibrator continued to merrily hum away, sending waves throughout her. She rocked slightly in her heels, pulling against the cuffs and the chain holding her in place. Without sight or sound, it was easy to imagine that it was really Chris that was inside of her. She could almost feel his hands on his breasts, the thrust of him deep inside her. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan as the pressure continued to build. She tried to shake her hips a little to move the vibrator inside of her pussy, but wound up shaking a bit without really moving it. If I can just move it a little bit further, things will really happen. She squirmed a little more, feeling her breasts jiggle softly under the leather. "Hmmmm," she thought. "That feels kind of nice." Her nipples had grown ever harder and more erect as her orgasm had begun to build, and were now rubbing against the leather halter top. She Leaned up slightly onto her tiptoes and then back. The combination of the spiked heels and chain holding her hands though restricted most of her motion, but she got a bit of a jiggle, she thought. "Aaron Spelling would never put this jiggle onto a show, though!" she thought. She swayed a few more times, and then let out another moan as she felt the orgasm began to crest. She tensed, feeling the wave, when... With a slight click the vibrator shut off. She waited, tensed and poised, on the brink of an explosion, thinking she was mistaken, but realizing that no, the damned thing had shut off. "Goddamn him! He didn't change the batteries!! I don't fucking believe this!" She tried to swing her hips or move to make the vibrator continue to nudge her most sensitive spot, but between her heels, the boot chain, and her hands locked above her head found she could only squirm in frustration as the wave of her orgasm slowly faded away. "I really don't believe he did this. Let me out of this thing!" she cried, and tried to reach the cuff fastenings. She struggled for several minutes before giving up, and slumped into the chains, letting the chain and her arms take her weight. She was extremely sensitive to everything right now. She could feel the vibrator inside her, just sitting there taking up space but not doing anything to help her. Her nipples pressed against the halter, demanding attention. She knew it was because of her aroused state, but that certainly didn't help matters much. The damned music was continuing to play away in her ears, and she couldn't see a goddamn thing! Her level of frustration mounted and she started swearing at Chris, calling him every name in the book and promising what she was going to do to him when she got out of this setup, and then... The vibrator clicked back on. She stopped in mid- sentence (and mid-swearing, questioning the legitimacy of Chris's birth) when she felt it begin buzzing again. She leaned her head back and moaned as she felt it within her again, and suddenly took back all the bad things she had said about Chris. She was moaning and writhing quite happily then again, doing her slight jiggle, when after two minutes it clicked off again. "I think I've been royally set-up this time," she thought to herself. Despite the urging and roaring between her thighs, Georgetta stood quietly, counting to herself. Her body was pleading with her for a release, but she ignored it as best she could and tried to count. The lack of sight and the sonata playing in the her ears made it difficult, but she thought she was close to 180 seconds when the vibrator kicked back on. "The damn thing turns itself on and off!" she thought - "I'm going to kill him!" That thought drifted away as her orgasm began building again, responding to her bodies' desires and the incessant buzzing between her legs. She thought maybe she could make herself cum before her time expired. She struggled in earnest, shaking the chains and wriggling, trying to push the vibrator directly where she really, really, really REALLY-fucking needed it, desperately trying to attain that elusive orgasm when - "click" - it shut off again. She slumped against the chains and hung there, cursing the SOB who had invented the thing. Chapter 5: The Hero Returns Chris sat on the bed, watching Georgetta squirm in her chains. He had emerged from the closet moments after she had locked her wrists into the chains and completed the self-bondage. He had to continually control himself from going to her immediately, releasing her from the captivity and taking her to bed immediately. She was just so incredibly gorgeous, sexy, and desirable in the black outfit - not to mention the completely helpless state she was in - and all at his request! He had walked quietly around her after emerging from the closet, taking in the incredible appearance of his girlfriend. Her breasts were barely contained in the leather halter top, and he knew that her nipples inside would be hard and aroused, just begging for him to lick and kiss each one. He knew that they were very sensitive, and he knew that it might only take a little attention to them to trigger the orgasm she was so desperately trying to achieve. Her legs and ass looked incredible. The miniskirt and boots just did amazing things to her posterior curves. He loved to look at her legs, and watch her walk, and wished that he could watch her walk ahead of him in this outfit. "A little later on this night," he thought. The instructions manual for the vibrator indicated it would stay "on" for five minutes when initially turned on prior to moving to the on-off cycle, so he left her there in the bedroom and walked out to the kitchen. He retrieved her wine glass from the kitchen sink, got the bottle of wine from the refrigerator and poured himself a glass. He got a water glass down from the cupboard and filled it, knowing that Georgetta would be thirsty after the next hour's activities. Returning to the bedroom, he settled onto the bed and watched as Georgetta continued writhing in the chains. A sheen of perspiration covered her face, neck, and chest, and from the way she was rubbing her legs together he knew she was getting close. He hoped he had timed it just right. When she started the slight jiggle, he sat up in amazement. "Maybe I should have allowed a little more slack in that chain," he thought to himself. She was bouncing slightly, raising up onto her tip-toes and then dropping back down. He stood up from the bed and stepped to her side to watch. She was only lifting her heels maybe a half-inch off the floor, but the resulting bounce set certain parts of her anatomy bouncing happily. Her breasts swayed slightly within the halter, and he thought he could almost make out the shape of her nipple through the leather. Her dark brown hair jostled softly around her face, and bounced in back in the ponytail, and the skirt bounced a bit around her ass and legs. "All in all a most amazing sight," he thought to himself. He heard the slight click when the vibrator shut off and watched her face change from a look of ecstasy to amazement. He winced as she began swearing at him and calling him every name in the book. He was surprised at the extent of her vocabulary, wondering where she had picked up a few of those terms. He appreciated her motions as she tried to finish the orgasm she had almost had, and had to restrain himself from releasing her and finishing the task. Two minutes after the vibrator had shut off it turned on again. He reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, removing the remote control for the vibrator. Checking his watch, he watched as Georgetta again began to shake with the upcoming orgasm. The vibrator was on a fixed three-minute-on-two-minute-off sequence, but he could override it with the remote control. He hadn't been sure she had followed his directions to turn it to the second setting - if she had only turned it to the first setting it would have stayed on and she would have been well onto her second orgasm by now. He checked the clock and decided to let a few more minutes pass before he interrupted things. As he settled back onto the bed, he softly rubbed his raging hard-on in his jeans. There was no way that any mortal man could watch someone as beautiful and sexy as Georgetta, in the attire she was wearing, and the obvious state of sexual heat she was, and not get incredibly excited. He watched as she went through an additional four cycles of on-and-off activity. When the vibrator was on, she would moan and squirm in place, start the jiggling motion, all in trying to get to that elusive orgasm. When it was off, she slumped in the chains, and hung in place, waiting for the next on cycle. She was getting tired, he knew, and wouldn't last much longer. He intended to tease and torment her slightly, but certainly not to annoy or get her really mad at him. As the vibrator click on for the fifth time in the cycle, he triggered the remote control to "on" and set the vibrator to high. He watched as her head lifted, and she tried to peer around the room. He knew she couldn't hear anything, but if she had left some space around the blindfold she might be able to see him and realize he was here. * * * She felt the vibrator kick back in, but at a higher rate this time. The vibrations were more intense, more throbbing, and she hoped beyond all hope that this time she would finally come!! She really needed the release of an orgasm, and she was getting almost too horny. But why was it running at a higher speed?" Did Chris do that? Is he here with me now, in this room, watching me as I stand here trying to come? Is he somehow controlling the vibrator, enjoying his little game?" she thought through the waves. Her legs were getting sore, her breasts were aching for attention, and her pussy, no her whole body was screaming at her for release. "Chris - was that you? " she asked, barely managing to form the words as her body continued to shake. She forget that she would not be able to hear a reply. "Damnit Chris if you're here I'm going to kill you - let me out of this thing. Let me out of this and FUCK ME NOW!" she said, and then was surprised at herself for saying it. She hadn't meant to say it, but she realized that was what she really wanted - his hard dick planted deep inside her and the feel of his lips on hers and his hands on her breasts and the deep thrusts. She came in a shuddering glory. From somewhere down deep in her toes this roaring sensation swept through her, and she shook with incredible pleasure as the wave washed through her. For several long minutes she shook with the effects, feeling a happy warm feeling overcome her. She slumped in the chains, drained with the intensity of the orgasm. "Wow" she thought to herself - that was some orgasm. As she slowly regained control of her senses, she realized that the vibrator was still humming, demanding that she pay attention to the silver intruder still inside her. "Oh no!" she thought to herself as the pressures began to build again. She shook the chains and yelled "Chris - enough! Let me out from this! I need you - not some damned toy!" She thought about using the escape word, but she wasn't sure that Chris was really here, that he would even release her. Then she realized that she wasn't yet sure she really wanted to escape... * * * It took all the control Chris could muster not to go to her shout. She looked so incredible, so horny, so desirable, and his hard-on was beginning to cause him pain, he wanted her so much. He had watched her shake with the orgasm, happy for her and desiring her even more as the first orgasm of many this evening took her. Steeling himself, he stood up from the bed and approached her. It was time to let her know he was here, and to continue the fun. She was recovering from the first orgasm (or had there been multiple in there?), and it was time for the next activity. He picked up the glass of water and moved over to her. He found the pause switch on the Discman and pressed it, temporarily stopping the sounds of the sonata. He moved his hand to her right ear and lifted the ear piece from the headset, resting it just to the side of her ear. Her head came up immediately and looked towards him. He raised the glass to her lips and said "Here m'love, have a drink". She opened her lips and he carefully raised the glass and allowed her to drink several large sips. When she stopped he took the glass away. "You can't believe how incredible you look, dear," he said to her. "Let me free from this and I'll show you how incredible I feel," she replied, smiling in his direction. "Oh, but that would be bringing this evening to a finish too soon. I have a few more surprises for you," he replied. "I don't know if I can stand anymore like that last one. This vibrator is an evil thing," she said. They both heard it click back on, and he watched as she shook briefly with the sensation. "Bastard!" she said. "Okay, enough talking. You lost the bet" he reminded her. "You've just begun to pay it off," he said, and then pushed the play switch on the Discman. He moved the earpiece back into place over her ear and set the water glass down. "Uuuuuummmmmmm," she moaned to him. He stepped behind her and moved his hands to the fastening on her halter top. He unfastened the strap behind her back and allowed it to hang loose around her breasts. He fished an ice cube out of the glass of water and brought it up to her right breast, lifting the leather halter and applying the ice cube to her nipple. She shrieked at the cube touched the hardened nipple. Chris rubbed it over and around the nipple, and the cube melted away in his hand, leaving her breast wet. He fished out another cube and repeated this on the other breast. Both nipples were standing straight up and out, and he placed both hands on them and squeezed and caresses them softly. The intensity of the moans from Georgetta increased. He was glad to see she wasn't swearing at him anymore. He brought her hands up and stroked the soft skin under her neck and above her breasts. He slowly lifted her head up and brought his lips to hers. She met him with a passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue to meet his. As they kissed he stroked her hair and caressed her ears, moving slowly up and down the sides of her face and neck. Chris slid his finger up inside the blindfold and lifted it up above her forehead, looking into her wonderful brown eyes. She opened them slowly, blinking in the light. She looked at him with a combination of both rage and passion. She was both crazy with lust for him but also mad at him for locking her into this position and causing this sexual frustration. "I'm going to seriously hurt you when you let me out of this" she said to him when they broke off their kiss. He kissed her again and replied "maybe I'd best not release you just yet then. Can't have you threatening me!" He smiled at her, and then dropped his hands to her underarms, giving her a slight tickle. It worked as she dissolved into a giggle spasm. This quickly gave way to another shudder and moan as the vibrator continued to thrum inside her. "Can't you do something about this?" she asked, thrusting her hips towards him. The invitation on her face was easily readable. Chris stepped back and quickly looked her over. "Let me see, now. Maybe we should remove this skirt" he said to her. He stepped forward and dropped his fingers to the zipper on the miniskirt. He allowed his hands ample opportunity to caress her thigh as he worked the zipper upward and then allowed it to fall away from her hips. He caught his breath once again at how incredible she looked. Stepping to the side, he appraised his bound girlfriend. The panty had worked its way into the cleft in her buttocks, becoming almost a total thong. The garter belt framed the front of her panty, with the tops of her stockings ending a few inches from the panty and revealing a stretch of tanned flesh. The boots and the heels added the most interesting curves to her already well defined and toned legs, thighs, and butt. A slight protrusion from between her legs indicated the end of the vibrator that was mostly inside of her. She shook again and closed her eyes as its vibrations continued inside her. He stepped back over to the bed and picked up the remote control. He aimed it towards her. * * * "What does that do?" she asked him. Having been blindfolded before when he had worked the remote, she didn't know what the device did. When he pressed a button though, she found out. The vibrations suddenly speeded up a bit "Ohhhhhhhhh," she sighed. "That's - uummmmmmm - what that does." She shut her eyes and tried not to think about what the vibrator was doing inside her. Then it sped up again another setting. She opened her eyes and saw him smiling at her, and then watched as he set the control down on the bed again. He dropped to his knees and fished around under the bed, bringing out a duffel bag from under the bed. Standing up, he dropped the bag on the bed and unzipped it, and began fishing around inside it. He pulled out a two foot black rod with hooks on each end and approached her with it. "What is that for?" she asked. "Are you going to - ummmmmmmmpphhh -- beat me now for swearing at you?" She said this in a joking tone, but was a bit apprehensive as he crossed the short distance over to her. "I would never do that to you my love, not even in a fantasy such as this," he replied and stepped behind her. He laid a light smack on her butt causing her to jump forward slightly. "A light spanking now and then perhaps, but nothing serious," he said into her ear. * * * Chris placed the bar on the floor, and then stood up. He reached up underneath her hair and found the clasp for the necklace. He undid the hook, and then brought the necklace down. The keys slid off one end into his palm. He then refastened the necklace around her neck. Bending down, he grabbed one of her booted feet and unlocked one end of the chain locking them together. Picking up the end of the bar, he locked the fastening on the end of the bar to the ring on her boot. Switching his stance, he grabbed her right booted foot and pushed it outwards to his right. He moved the bar between her legs and fastened the end of the bar to her right boot. Standing up, he appraised her work. Her legs were now held apart approximately two feet. Her butt was tight and slightly tilted back towards him. He couldn't resist, and dropped his hands to her, caressing and fondling her cheeks. She turned her head towards him, trying to watch what he was doing. She was almost perfectly positioned - but just a bit too low for him. Even with the heels on the boots, Georgetta was still more than a foot shorted than he was, and that made what he had in mind somewhat difficult. He walked over to the closet and removed the two milk crates he had stashed inside. He brought the two crates back over to Georgetta. Although she was watching him, she was quiet, occasionally closing her eyes to enjoy the sensations of the vibrator still working inside her. He knew that his actions that had spread her legs had shifted the vibrator inside her to a new position, and that had resulted in a new round of sensations for her already exceptionally horny and wet pussy. He placed one of the crates behind either of her feet, and the stepped directly behind her. He placed both hands on her hips and lifted her easily off the floor. Using his left foot, he slid the milk crate behind her left leg underneath her, and then repeated the process with the right milk crate and foot. He then set her down slightly on the two crates. This had the desired effect of now moving her butt (and other desirable parts) directly opposite his own sex tool. However, the extra ten inches of height had given her that much more chain free for her hands, and she was reaching around with both hands, trying to grab him. He dodged the first hand and then caught her wrist with his own left hand, reaching into the pocket of his jeans for the carabineer. He found it and quickly caught it through one of the links of the chain. He let go of her hand, reached up, and pulled down on the chain, jerking her other hand up. He took the slack out of the chain, and then locked the carabineer closed, eliminating the slack in the chain. He fished the other carabineer out of his pocket, and then slipped it through the links in the chain close to her wrists, locking her wrists together. She was again locked up tight. * * * "But we could have so much more fun if I could touch you," she said to him. She had almost gotten the keys away from him. Although she was definitely enjoying herself, she was tired of standing in the heels, with her hands locked tightly over her head. She really wanted to be fucked, to feel him with her hands and press his body up to hers, and he didn't seem to be moving too quickly towards fulfilling that need. He looked incredible. When she had caught a glimpse of him, she realized he had gone the biker route as well. His jeans were tight around his legs and butt, and he had gotten a pair of big, black motorcycle boots. He was wearing a sleeveless Harley Davidson T-shirt, with the big Harley logo with the Eagle and Snakes on the front. He had ripped off the sleeves, and his arm muscles flexed as he moved around the room, and adjusted her bonds. It was only his short haircut that didn't fit the image he was trying to project. He was still a clean-shaven corporate type, no matter what else he wore. But he almost pulled it off. She had tried to kick him when he had unlocked his boot, more to keep the fantasy going than in any attempt to do him harm. She didn't want to hurt him, she just wanted him. She was so incredibly turned on, and she could feel the next orgasm building as he adjusted the bar between her feet. When he reached around her, he could feel how hard we was through his jeans as he pressed himself up against her backside to lift her onto the milk crates. She imagined she could feel the shape of his penis through his jeans as he pressed into her butt. And then when he had lifted her onto the two crates, the motion had really set that vibrations inside her going. The vibrator felt like it was several inches deep into her, and was just humming up a storm down there. She could feel the pressure building again, and it was only her concentration on what Chris was doing that was holding it off. When he reached up and tried to adjust the tension in the chain holding her arms, she tried to jump onto him, trying to feel him. He caught her though, and adjusted the tension in the chain to the point where she was almost suspended in air by the cuffs on her wrists. She was still touching the tops of the milk crates, but she couldn't get any leverage. Worse - she couldn't seem to get the jiggle motion going - the tension in the chains and the holes in the tops of the milk crates completely frustrated her attempts. He stepped behind her and she felt his hands again on her backside. He was softly moving his hands over her, caressing and touching her. She felt his lips on the small of her back, and then his kisses as he worked down her back and to her butt. His hands found the inside of her thighs, followed soon by his lips and tongue. She felt him attack the clasp on the panty on her right hip, releasing it, and then pushing her panty down her other leg. His hands and fingers moved inside of her, grasping the vibrator and slowly sliding it out. "Ooohhh," she gasped as it slipped free. "Ummmm," she said as he replaced it with his fingers and his tongue. She was about to yell at him to put it back in as she was SO close, but then she felt his lips and tongue between her legs, felt his tongue on her clitoris. She could feel him still holding the vibrator up against her, but she could also feel his lips and tongue. She lost track of time as she lost herself in the incredible feelings coming from between her legs. She could feel one hand on her buttock, while the other was holding the tip of the vibrator up against her clitoris. He had turned it up to high and it was buzzing at full speed on her extremely sensitive nub. His tongue and lips were at work just below it, thrusting inside and out, and kissing up and down her pussy. Every twenty or thirty seconds or so he would pull away and slide the vibrator inside her, and then move it around within her, hitting just about every nerve ending within her, before pulling it out and placing his tongue back on her. Her breasts were throbbing, hell her head and every other part of her was throbbing from all of this attention. Her first orgasm was going to pale in comparison to the one she could feel coming. She felt him pull away from her again and was waiting to feel the thrust of the vibrator, but then she felt something else instead. He was nuzzling her with the head of his cock. Turning her head, she saw that he had dropped his jeans and released his cock from his briefs, and was now slowly moving the head up and down, almost but not quite pushing into her. She tried to push back onto him, to get him inside of her, but couldn't get the leverage to move at all. "Chris!!" she yelled at him. "Please now!! Put that big cock in me!!" She was surprised at her own use of such explicit words, but right now that didn't matter one fucking bit. She wanted to be fucked and his cock was soo close to her. And then he pushed inside of her, and she felt the orgasm take her. As he filled her up, she felt it break, and she dropped completely, letting her wrists and the chains take her weight. She felt his wrists grab her hips and hold her up, letting her shake and come while he held her up, supporting her with his hands and his cock wedged deep inside of her. As she stopped shaking and the feelings subsided she felt him start to pull out, and then drive back into her. He started slowly and then began to pick up the rhythm, thrusting into her. His hands held her hips in place, and he drove in and out of her, for several minutes and then stopped. He stayed deep inside, and then slowly-oh-so-slowly-oh-so- goddamned-slowly-what-a-feeling pulled out. It seemed to her that he was hardly moving, but then she felt the tip of his cock slip out of her. She felt Chris nuzzle her with the head, rubbing it up and down her. He then moved just slightly inside of her, moving just a bit up and down, teasing her. She tried to push herself backwards onto him, but again was foiled by the bondage. She knew she was moaning but didn't care. And then he started inward again. Slowly, again so slowly, he inched into her. It seemed to her that he was just going deeper and deeper into her, in a never- ending thrust. Chris was fairly well-endowed, she thought, at least based on her limited experience and what her friends had shared with her over cocktails and all night girls chat sessions, but it just seemed to her that he kept inserting more and more of himself into her. She was starting to think that she knew what those stories meant when they said "he pushed so deep that she could almost taste him". Finally, just as she was about to scream out, she felt his hips meet her ass. He held her there, balancing her, and then began a slight fucking motion. He would pull out an inch or so and then back in, repeating this about a dozen times, slowly, in and out, and began to build his speed. She could his hear breathing quicken as he continued fucking her. His right hand worked its way around her and found her right breast and nipple, still covered partially by the leather halter top. He thrust inside of her again and then stopped once again. She felt his hands leave her hips and slide around the front of her chest, grabbing her breasts with either hand. He reached up then, moving his hands underneath her hair to the back of her neck, and she felt his fingers on the clasp of the neck band of the halter. He unfastened it and tossed it on the floor in front of her. She stood there (sort-of), suspended on his penis, slightly wobbly on her boot heels. She looked down at her breasts and her hard nipples, and watched as his hands reached down to roughly grasp and twist her sensitive breasts. She felt like every nerve in her body was screaming, and then Chris started moving again behind her. Georgetta could not believe how turned on she was. She could feel every move and thrust of Chris inside of her. She could feel his hands softly caressing her breasts, and then twisting and pinching her nipples. She wanted to turn and run her hands over him, but at the same time she felt just so incredibly sexy and irresponsible - Chris was doing all the work, taking all of the effort to satisfy her, and by being in the bonds, she had no guilt at all about letting herself enjoy the attention. It was, in a strange way, the ultimate in luxury - she was being pampered and spoiled. She'd already had two orgasms (or was that three!), and was getting a good hard fucking. She was being spoiled - if you sort of ignored the fact she was tied up and spread-eagled on two milk crates! She moaned again, louder this time, as Chris continued fondling her breasts. "God," she loved to have her breasts played with - they were just so sensitive. "ummmmmppppff," she exclaimed, as he drove into her. His hands moved down to her hips and held her steady, and he began slamming in and out of her. Deep thrusts inside of her where she could here the slap of their skin meeting and felt his balls bang against her thighs followed by a quick pull-out and then another deep thrust, and another and another --- and then suddenly she felt him coming inside of her. He pulled her backwards onto him, rapidly slamming her up and down as he orgasmed inside of her. She couldn't take it and exploded again with a third orgasm herself, shaking and screaming. Chapter 6: What Would You Do With A Passed Out Maiden? Chris stood there, panting heavily, and felt his pulse slow. Georgetta was quiet, not making a noise. She was hanging loosely in the chain from the ceiling, her weight partially supported by the cuffs and chains on her wrists and partially on Chris's prick buried deep inside her. Slowly, Chris eased out of her. The head of his rod popped from inside her pussy with a soft popping sound. "Wow," he thought to himself. That was some orgasm that the two of them had just shared. He moved around Georgetta and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing softly. "Georgetta?" he asked her. "Georgetta??" he said again softly. He brought his hand up and softly caressed the side of her face. She didn't stir. "She's either faking this or she really did pass out from that last orgasm," Chris thought to himself. He stepped back from her and walked to the nightstand. He pulled several tissues from the bedside table and wiped his penis clean, tossing the tissue into the basket beside the dresser. Looking at the suspended form of his girlfriend, an idea struck him. He walked to the bed and fished through the duffel bag, and pulled out the set of nipple clamps. He had originally thought of including these in the package he had left on her doorstep, but thought that the device might be pushing it a bit. The vibrator had been a major risk as it was, as he hadn't been sure if she would go through with even that. Up until now, there sex life had been pretty straightforward. Incredibly good, but other than different types of lingerie, pretty basic. The vibrator and the leather and the light bondage had really been a big step over that previous line. He walked over to Georgetta and admired her breasts. The nipples were still erect and upright, resting beautifully atop each of her wonderful firm breasts. He thumbed open the clip on one end of the chain and brought it up to her right nipple. "If she's faking, this should bring about a response" he thought. He closed the clamp around the base of the nipple, expecting a sudden shout or movement. Georgetta remained motionless, with just her soft breathing and motion of her chest continuing. Chris applied the other clamp to her left nipple and stepped back. The two clamps were joined by a gleaming golden chain, that matched the golden chain around her waist and neck and the gold hoops in her ears. He hooked the one pound lead fishing weight into one of the center loops of the chain and set it swinging slightly. Not much weight, but she would certainly notice it. He found the vibrator on the floor where he had tossed it and turned the ring on the bottom to its lowest setting, and then walked behind her. He kneeled down and pressed the buzzing tip of the toy against her lips, carefully pressing it against her. As wet as she was, with both his last load of cum and her own juices, it slipped right in, and he had no trouble pushing it fully into her until only the end knob protruded from within her. The leather panty she had been wearing earlier in the evening was still around one leg, and he slid it carefully up her calf and then pulled it up into place on her right hip. He fastened the clasp on her left hip, and centered the fabric over the vibrator, pushing it firmly into place. He stood up and walked back in front of her, appraising his handiwork. "She should be waking up in a moment or two," he thought. Perhaps I'll have a glass of wine while I await her, and walked past her and into the kitchen, still naked. * * * A few minutes later, Georgetta opened her eyes and looked around her, blearily. It took her a few minutes to recall what was going on, why her hands were above her head and why her feet were starting to hurt. It took her another few minutes to recall what that buzzing feeling was inside her. But what really was causing her some puzzlement was why her breasts were tingling so much - that is until she looked down and saw the chain and the weight and the clips on her breasts and nipples. Georgetta's breasts were incredibly sensitive, and the pressure from the two clips, even as small as they were, was pretty intense. She bit her lip as the tightness of the clips combined with the buzzing of the vibrator started her on yet another orgasmic hill. She turned her head from side to side, trying to spot Chris, but saw no sign of him. His jeans, boots, and black Harley Davidson T-shirt were still scattered on the floor around her, so she assumed that he was still around. Even that little bit of motion set the weight suspended between her breasts swinging, and she felt her nipples protest at being tugged and pulled on like this. She had enjoyed the evening up until now, but this was just about too much. Time to get Chris in here and stop this, she thought. "What was the word he had written in that letter that would let her stop this?" she thought to herself, and then remembered. "Thunderbird!!" she cried out. "Thunderbird, Thunderbird, Thunderbird already. God damn fucking Thunderbird right now!!" she yelled over her shoulder in the direction of the bedroom door. Chris walked in a few seconds later and came around to stand in front of her. "Hi honey," he said. "Did you say something to me? He asked, smiling all the time. He was naked in front of her, holding two glasses of wine. She couldn't help but look down at him to see that he was semi-aroused already. As clearly and calmly as she could, Georgetta said to him, "I said Thunderbird - time to take a break from this." She was surprised at herself for saying "break" and not "end". "Could I really be enjoying this that much?" she thought to herself. And then she felt another twinge from that part of her body that was refusing to listen to her logical thought and was responding to the feelings the vibrator was engendering inside her, that was causing little waves of pleasure to ripple from inside her pussy up through her stomach and to her breasts and nipples. Chris lifted one of the glasses upwards, bringing it into contact with her right nipple. The coldness of the glass coupled with the physical bump surprised her, and she jerked away. Of course, this caused the weight to sway and tug on her nipples again, sending further tremors through her breasts. She felt like her nipples were connected directly to the nerves inside her pussy, and then both sets were hooked up to the pleasure center in her brain, and her knees staggered again. In the sexiest and most sensual voice she could muster up, she said to him, "Let me out of this and I'll give you the fucking of your life!" She realized that she indeed meant it too. She was incredibly turned on, and wanted to feel his prick buried deep inside of her again. Chris bought the wine glass that was near her right breast up to her mouth and tipped it to her slightly, allowing her to take a few sips. The wine was cold and refreshing, and she leaned forward to take another gulp. He turned away from her then and walked over to set the glasses down on her dresser. He stepped back in front of her and dropped to one knee in front of her. Standing on the milk crates like she was with her legs still spread apart by the bar attached to her ankles, she felt completely exposed to him, even though she knew he had placed the panty back around her. She felt his hands reach up and undo the catch on the side of the panty, and then slide it down her other leg. He reached up to grab the vibrator, but it seemed to her that his fingers were suddenly clumsy, as he twirled and twisted the end several times inside her before grasping the end with one hand. She closed her eyes, moaning loudly and not caring at all. She felt like her body was betraying her, refusing to answer to her direction and commands. All she could think about was how incredible the feelings in her breasts and pussy felt at that moment. And then she felt him withdraw the vibrator from inside her. She opened her eyes and looked down to see him twist the knob at the bottom and turn it off, setting it down on the milk crate next to her boot. She sighed softly, and he grinned up at her. He stood up and brought his hands up behind her neck, and she could feel him fumble with the clasp on the necklace. She could feel him pressing against her slightly, his chest against her breasts and nipples, his penis rubbing against her. Her hips moved, involuntarily she thought, trying to press herself against his rod. She smiled innocently at him. He brought his hands down holding an end of the necklace in either hand, and took the silver keys from the chain. He kneeled down between her legs and unfastened the bar from her left ankle, and then turned and did the same to her right. An idea struck her as she was watching him unlock her legs, and turned her wrists and hands inward, securely grabbing hold of each end of the chain attached to her wrists. After he unlocked her right ankle, freeing her legs and started to get up, she pulled down on the chain and swing her legs out around his head, and pulled his face directly into her pussy. She locked her legs behind his head and rested her thighs on either shoulder, positioning his lips and tongue directly in front of her throbbing and very wet pussy. Chris brought his hands up and grasped one of her butt cheeks in each hand. She felt his tongue between her legs and then pressing between her lips to lick fiercely at her clitoris. She rolled her head back and closed her eyes, and a moan of pure lust escaped from her lips. "OH my God, Oh-my-God, Ooh-my-god!!" she screamed out as Chris worked his tongue up and down over her lips and clitoris, tongue fucking her and then teasing her. She felt the rush and brought her legs up and around his head, locking him between her thighs and letting her weight rest on his shoulders as the orgasm took her. "Oh-my-GOD!" She screamed again, letting the word slowly escape from her lips as Chris's magical tongue kept up its pressure on her tender clitoris. Slowly, Chris stopped the tonguing action between her legs, and she felt his hands slowly prying her thighs apart from around his head. He guided each of her booted feet onto a milk crate and then stood up in front of her. "I know you really enjoyed that, but you were cutting off my oxygen down there, my love" he said to her. He brought his hands up to softly caress her breasts and brought his lips to hers in a kiss. She kissed him back, strongly and fiercely, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Their tongues exchanged jabs and thrusts. Then she felt his thumbs pass over her nipples and tug slightly on the chain, which sent waves through her aching nipples, and kissed him harder. "That wasn't part of my plan!" he said to her, but his smile let her know that he had enjoyed her bit of rebellion as well. Another idea struck her, and she waited for him to finish untying her. She licked her lips suggestively, and asked him "Won't you finish untying me, stud?" She tried to smile at him with her most winsome, "gee-aren't-I-so gorgeous-and-wonderful- and every-man-does-anything-I-ask look. A flutter or two of her eyelashes finished setting the hook. He stepped away and bent over to the floor, picking up the keys where they had fallen from his hands. He stepped up and raised the keys to her wrists, unlocking one end of the chain from the cuff on her right wrist. He let that end of the chain go and carefully brought both her arms down. The chain still attached to her left wrist slid through the ring in the beam on the ceiling, and he caught one end of the chain and then unfastened the clasp from that wrist as well. She brought both her arms down around his shoulders and pulled him to her for another series of passionate kisses. Suddenly she gave him a hard shove. Slightly off balance, he fell backwards onto the bed behind him to look up at her. "You god-damned-son-of-a-bitch!" she yelled at him. She stepped down off of the milk crate and took the two steps to the side of the bed to stand in front of him. "You asshole!!!!" she screamed at him (although it took every ounce of control she had not to immediately stagger and fall to the floor when the motion from the swinging weight between her breasts from the simple act of stepping down was pure torture to her tender breasts). She tried to ignore it and continued on. Chris moved slightly back away from her, moving onto the bed. His face showed a look of confusion. She glanced into the mirror beside the bed above the table and caught a glimpse of herself. Her hair was disheveled and askew. Her breasts were red and heaving, the nipples erect, and the chain between her nipples was gleaming in the lights from beside her bed. The black stockings were still somehow around her thighs. She looked incredibly sexy, and she knew it. She stepped up carefully onto the bed, balancing carefully on the heels as the mattress gave slightly beneath each booted foot, again ignoring the messages her nipples were sending to her brain, and stood above him, glowering down at him. He lay on the bed, reclining backwards, resting his upper body on his elbows as he looked up at her. There was uncertainty on his face, not quite sure what she was saying and meaning. She knew he was confused. His cock, however, had no such confusion - it was standing straight up in the air, pointing up at her. She stood with a booted foot on either side of him. She brought the toe of her right boot up and nudged his dick with the tip. "What is this, you piece of shit? You expect to fuck me after what you did to me this evening???" He looked down at her toe as it pressed against the tip of his dick. She was enjoying this, watching him afraid of her. But enough was enough, she thought to herself. She moved her foot away from his dick, and stepped beside his hip, placing her feet squarely on either side of his hips. Suddenly, she sat down, carefully grabbing his penis and impaling herself onto it, jamming it smoothly inside of her wet pussy. The sudden feeling of him penetrating deep into her was incredible. She leaned her head back and yelled at the ceiling in pleasure. She tilted her head back down and looked at him, and then leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips. She dropped her arms to his chest and pushed upwards, lifting herself off of his penis only to let herself plunge back down, sinking him even deeper inside of her. She started moving on top of him, slowly and deliberately fucking him, lifting herself up and then back down onto him. He slowly recovered from his surprise and begin moving his hips to her rhythm, meeting her stroke for stroke. His hands grasped her waist and lifted her slightly before allowing her to thrust into her depths again. His hands came up then and grabbed either breast. She felt his fingers go to her left breast and grab the nipple clamp. He thumbed the release and she gasped as the blood rushed back into her swollen nipple. She stopped moving and stayed there, hung on his penis inside her as the feelings in her pussy rushed through her body and up to her breast. She felt like every sexual impulse in her entire body was linked somehow to the tip of her left nipple, screaming in agony and release as she felt feeling restored to the breast. He brought his head forward and kissed the breast, softly licking and caressing the nipple and aureole. He brought his hands over to her other breast, but to her surprise she reached up and stopped him. She grabbed his fingers and lifted them to her lips and kissed the,. "Leave it," she said to him. "I'm not sure I can... Uhhh... stand... it... if... you... Uhhhh ...release... that ..one... Uhhhh... too!" she gasped to him, the words coming quickly and breathlessly from her lips. The small fishing weight now hung entirely from her right breast, and each time she raised herself up off of Chris it pulled down on her nipple. She dropped her hands to either of his shoulders and pushed up, slowly lifting herself off him again. She settled into a rocking motion, lifting and dropping herself to a sensuous rhythm. He watched, amazement on his face as she fucked him back and forth. Every few seconds, she would slow down and then contract her vaginal muscles, giving his cock a friendly squeeze. She knew he loved this. She watched his face and could see that he was getting close. She stopped her movement and carefully brought first one heel up next to his hip, and then the other. She reached up above him and grabbed hold of the headboard with both hands. Flexing her thigh muscles and pulling on the headboard, she lifted off of his prick almost entirely and then slowly lowered herself back onto him. He knew what she was doing and used his hands to support her thighs and butt, and together they started the motion. This was their favorite position, as it was incredibly stimulating, and she knew that neither of them would last for too long doing this. Besides, she had forgotten about the nipple clip and its associated weight, and she almost screamed as it flopped back and forth as she lifted and lowered herself onto him. She locked eyes with him and then looked down to watch his penis disappear inside of her, and increased the up-and-down motion, This was too much for him, and after several up-and-down thrusts she heard him cry out as he exploded inside her. She could feel the liquid gushing inside as she rocked back and forth on his hard shaft. She lifted up off him one last time and then dropped quickly onto him, driving him deep inside, and she came as well. The strength in her legs gave out, and she felt him lifting her slightly up and down, continuing the thrusting sensations. Finally, he stopped, lifting her and she collapsed forward on top of him, her hair covering his face and neck. He looked up at her and said to her "Thunderbird". She collapsed in giggles on his chest. She could feel the small tears in her eyes as she looked up at him and smiled. "Payback is a bitch, you realize..." Chris looked up at her and smiled, and kissed her. END If you liked the story, please drop me a line at: dolphin31p@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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