Georgetta: The Bet
by The Dolphin (MF rom slow bd)
Part 1: Friday Night
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 wineglass 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 either 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. "Oh boy,"
she thought.
She opened up the letter and read the instructions inside. The level of
effort Chris had gone through to prepare for this night again surprised her.
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 two hoops Chris had installed
in the beam, leaving an equal amount of chain hanging from each loop. 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 lying in bed. She certainly
would have noticed it before, she thought. She looked appraisingly at the
chair, and quickly sat down. Off came the boots - she wasn't about to fall
headfirst off the chair trying to balance on the heels.
She stepped up carefully onto the chair in her stockings - still no easy
task in the tight skirt - and looked at the two metal loops. They had been
screwed into the beam, about eighteen inches or so apart. She reached up
and fed one length of the long chain through one loop and then across to and
through the other. She measured the sides to get equal amounts of chain
hanging from the two sides. She stepped carefully down off the chair,
dragged it back to the corner of the room, and then sat down in it to pull
her boots back on. 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, dropping the keys just at the top of her breasts, and returned to the
letter.
Chris then instructed her to take a milk crate that she found in the corner
of the room and set it underneath the beam, between the two loops and their
hanging chains, but to position the crate about eight inches behind where
she would stand once in the bonds. This puzzled her, but she did as the
letter instructed.
The next step 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 the
Mozart sonata were soon playing in her ears.
The vibrator was next. She was told to turn it on by turning the bottom
knob 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 walked over to the bed,
lifted up her skirt, pulled her panty partly down her thighs and sat down
with her legs spread on the bed. 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 the tip, rubbing it up and down, and then inserted the tip
of the toy inside her.
She pressed a little harder, letting out a gasp as she felt the buzzing
inside of her. She pulled it out and then rubbed softly against her tender
lips, and then held it against her clitoris. Then slowly, she worked it in
and out until only the end was peaking out from inside of her. Standing,
she pulled her panty back up over it, which immediately pushed the vibrator
a little farther in and momentarily staggered her. She realized that Chris
had probably purposely selected the tight panty just to hold the toy inside
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, adjusting it slightly to reposition 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
small length of chain, and step into the middle of the bedroom and stand on
top of the milkcrate, beneath the oak beam and the hanging chain.
She set the letter down on the bed and picked up the black headband. She
stretched it out with her fingers and pulled the headband over her head and
down around her neck. She carefully freed her hair from inside the
headband, and readjusted the black scrungee in her hair. She picked up the
small length of chain and then walked carefully to the center of the room.
She stepped carefully up onto the milk crate, feeling the sensation of the
vibrator within her as the tight panty held it inside her as she stepped up
on top of the milk crate. She was starting to get used to the feeling of
the vibrator inside her, and liked what it did to her when she moved around.
She had to balance carefully to keep the heels of her boots from sliding
through the holes in the plastic milk crate.
The letter had instructed her to use the short length of chain to lock her
two boots together. She bent over slowly and carefully, balancing on top of
the crate and 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 feet together.
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 grasped the
hanging chain on her left side with both hands. She fastened the lock on
the end of the chain to the ring on the wrist cuff on her left wrist. She
was still surprised that she had missed the rings on her wristbands earlier
in the night. Now she didn't care.
She then moved her right arm across her body and grabbed the chain hanging
from the loop on the right side of her body. There was just enough slack in
the chain to bring the clasp over to the fingers of her left hand. Holding
the right end of the chain and its clasp in her left fingers, she moved her
right wrist up, and then clicked the clasp closed over the ring on her right
wrist cuff.
Each hand was now locked to either end of the chain. As she was still
standing on the milk crate and eight or nine inches from the floor, she
still had a lot of slack in the chain - she could even reach the keys on the
chain around her neck if she really strained. She could pull the necklace
up from around her neck, retrieve the key, and then unlock the two clasps on
either wrist. "But that wasn't the point, now was it?" she thought.
Carefully moving her hands, she grasped the band of the blindfold and pulled
the garment 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 both hands and grasped a chain in either palm. Chris'
instructions had been to use her arms to pull down on the chains, lifting
herself up slightly off of the milk crate, kick backwards with her feet to
knock the crate away, and then lower herself to the ground. Once her feet
were back on the ground, the extra slack in the chains would be gone, and
her ability to free herself would be gone as well.
Well, that was the idea anyway. Taking a deep breath, she pulled downward
on the two chains, and lifted herself off the crate slightly and tried to
swing her boots backwards. The chain between her feet messed up her aim,
and she only slight kicked the crate, nudging it backwards an inch or two.
Then she more-slid-than-lowered herself down to the ground and the chains
extended her arms upward as her boots touched the ground. She staggered
slightly but then used her arms and the chain above her head to regain her
balance.
That was it. Her legs were bound together with the short chain. Her hands
were fastened via the wrist cuffs to the length of chain and suspended over
her head, and there wasn't much slack left in that chain. The sonata in her
ears and the black blindfold cut off both her hearing and sight. She was
essentially helpless. She tried to bring her wrists together, thinking to
unlock one of the wristbands, but found that the two hoops in the ceiling
were just far enough apart, or the chain just short enough to keep her from
getting either hand near the other. She could almost touch her head, and
could feel her hair in her fingers, but couldn't quite reach the blindfold
or headphones, let alone her other wrist.
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 or the keys on
the chain around her neck. "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 for a few moments. Without being able to see
anything, all she could really do was listen to the music. She found that
the music grew a little louder, and she also realized that she was really
conscious of buzzing between her legs. She almost thought she could hear it
humming, as well as of course feel it. 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 herself without really moving the vibrator.
"Ohhhhhhhh...this is going to be a good one," she thought to herself. "If I
can just move it a little bit further, things will really happen!" she
realized. She squirmed a little more, feeling her breasts jiggle softly
under the leather.
"Hmmm," she thought. "That feels kind of nice." Her nipples had grown even
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 the height of her heels and the
boot chain, and with her hands locked above her head, realized that 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 again tried to reach the cuff fastenings. She twisted her hands and
wrists inside the wrist cuffs, trying to reach the clasps on the cuffs with
her fingers. She could almost touch the buckle on her wrist with her
fingers, in fact felt her fingernails brush against the metal, but that was
it. 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. She 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 120 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
that maybe she could make herself come before her time expired if she really
worked hard. 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.
Continued in Chapter 5: The Hero Returns
