Chapter 6 What would you do with a passed out maiden?
Georgetta: The Bet
by The Dolphin (MF rom slow bd)
Part 1: Friday Night
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 slowed his thrusts from the rapid piston-stroke he had
climaxed with to a stop, and then slowly eased his softening penis 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 walked awkwardly around her, his feet still trapped in his
jeans and briefs around his ankles, 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 hobbled over to the bed. Sitting down, he
quickly removed his boots, then jeans and briefs. He reached over to the
nightstand and pulled several tissues from the box, using them to wipe his
penis clean. A quick flick of the wrist sent the tissue in the general
direction of the wastebasket beside the dresser.
Looking at the suspended form of his passed-out girlfriend, an idea struck
him. He leaned back on the bed and grabbed the duffel bag and fished
through it, quickly finding 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, their 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 perfectly matched the
golden chain around her waist and neck and the gold hoops in her ears. He
said a silent prayer of thanks again that this beautiful woman had somehow
fallen in love with him.
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 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.
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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
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 climb up that 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 jiggled her breasts, now free of the support of the halter, and
she felt the tingling sensation in her nipples from the clips fastened on
them as her breasts swayed.
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.
Georgetta took a deep breath, and then 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. A protest from the sexual animal inside of
her that 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. Her nipple twinged inside the metal
clip, and sent a spasm of pleasure and pain through her breast. She felt
like her nipples were connected directly to the nerves inside her pussy, and
that both sets of nerve endings went directly to the pleasure center in her
brain.
She took another breath and decided to try a different angle. Switching to
her 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.
"You realize that I could just keep you tied up all night and continue
fucking you as much as I wanted to, don't you?" he said to her, and took
another sip of the wine. "I won the bet right, and that means I get to do
with you as I wish for the night!"
As Georgetta started to reply, Chris bought the wineglass 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, letting her initial response of "fuck you, you prick!"
fade away while she debated how to best respond. If he really did decide to
leave her tied up, well she was pretty much stuck. On the other hand, when
was the last time she had four or more orgasms in such a short time? He was
still staring into her eyes, watching for her response as she finished her
sips of wine.
Before she could respond though, he turned away from her then and walked
over to set the glasses down on her dresser. Despite herself, she found
herself admiring him as he moved, the muscles of his body rippling as he
walked across the room, picked up the duffel bag, and then back to her. His
penis was still semi-limp, but showing signs of regaining its proper size,
swinging as he moved across the room.
"Alright - I'll continue," she finally replied, as he stopped in front of
her. "Now what are we to do?" she asked him. "Are you going to leave this
thing inside me all night long?"
He didn't respond, and then she was horrified to see him pull a camera out
of the duffel bag.
"You're not going to take pictures of me like this!" she yelled at him.
He brought the camera up, and "snap" went the flash. She heard the whirring
motion as the Polaroid spit out the first picture.
"I have five packs of film too," he told her. She started to yell back at
him when "snap" went the camera again, blinding her with the flash. Another
bondage picture came out of the front of the camera. She blearily made out
the shape of him moving around to her side, and then the flash went off
again. A second later, another shot was taken from her back, and then
another.
She felt his hands then on her ass, and then on her panty, pulling at the
fabric. It felt like he was tugging her panty off, and then she felt the
vibrator slowly begin to slide out from inside of her. She tried to clench
her muscles around the sex toy to keep it inside her, but found that it was
still sliding out. Then "flash" went the camera again.
"I wanted a shot of you with the vibrator partway inside of you. You look
so incredibly sexy, Georgetta," she heard him say from behind her. Then she
moaned as his hands came up and grasped the vibrator, pushing it back into
her. She felt him readjusting her panty, and then his hands moved away from
her.
He walked back in front of her, looking at the slowly developing images on
the Polaroid prints. He held the first one up to her, and despite herself
she looked at the image of the bound brunette captured there. She saw the
picture of herself, her look of surprise, the reflection of the flash in her
eyes and off of her jewelry, including the chain between her nipples. Both
of her nipples showed dark and red on the image, and she looked down at her
breasts, realizing that the camera had accurately caught the color. He
showed her the other images, one after the other, each displaying her face
and body in the bondage. A head and chest shot of her bare breasts and the
nipple clips. A side shot clearly showing her erect nipples. A rear shot
showing her legs held spread-eagled by the bar between her legs, her legs in
the stockings and her ass framed by the garters, the thin strip of the panty
between the cheeks of her ass. The image of the vibrator halfway inside her
pussy. All shots that showed a clearly-turned on but bound girl ready for
more. She knew that she looked pretty incredible, even if she did look like
she had just been fucked. She also made a mental note to be sure to get
those pictures away from him before the night was through.
He kneeled down and took another shot of her, this time focusing on the
front of her panties, and then stood back up. "Well, enough photography for
now," and walked across the room, setting the pictures and camera down on
the nightstand.
"Now what are you going to do to me?" she asked him as he walked back over
to her.
He didn't reply but instead dropped to one knee in front of her. Standing
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.
"That's not f-f-f-f-fair," she stuttered in response.
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
she 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 booted ankles behind his head and rested her thighs
on either shoulder, positioning her throbbing and very wet pussy directly in
front of his lips and tongue.
Chris brought his hands up and grasped either of her butt cheeks in each
hand, and she felt him momentarily stagger beneath her as he found his
balance. She tried to pull down on the chains harder to lift her weight off
of him, and then felt him regain his balance. He shifted her on his hands,
taking more of her weight, and she shifted as well, letting some of the
stress on her wrists relax.
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-gooooooodddddddd! She screamed, 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 carefully back to the floor and then stood up in front of
her.
"I know you really enjoyed that, but you were cutting off my oxygen down
there, m'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 wondered if he would 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." She had
successfully used that patented look on him and it always succeeded in
getting him to do what she wanted. 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 of her arms down. The
chain still attached to her left wrist started to slide through the rings 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 took the two steps
to the side of the bed to stand in front of him, and placed her hands on her
hips, trying her best to look mad and intimidating. "You asshole!!!!" she
screamed at him (although it took every ounce of control she had not to
immediately jump on him and kiss him for hours)
Chris moved slightly back away from her, scrambling backwards on 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 realized again that the pictures had
captured her pretty well!
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 body was 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, much less about what she was
about to do to him. 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 slightly 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, guiding it smoothly into her wet pussy. Her knees dropped
to either side of his chest, and she let herself drop completely onto him.
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.
She watched him glance over to the nightstand and saw what he was looking at
- the Polaroid camera. He reached over with one hand and grabbed it, and
then brought it back to his chest and aimed it at her. She smiled as
seductively as she could as he snapped the picture, the flash momentarily
blinding her. She pushed herself up off of his cock until only the tip of
his rod was inside of her, and he aimed the camera at there they were joined
and snapped another one. She slowly slid down onto him again, forgetting
the camera, and heard the click-whirr as the camera took another image.
Then she saw him set the camera down on the bed.
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 them. "Leave it," she said to him. "I'm not sure I
can...stand...it...if you release...that...one...too..." she gasped to him,
the words coming quickly and breathlessly from her lips. 'God it hurt,'
she thought, 'but it also felt good, in a weird kind of way.'
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 for both
of them, but she knew that neither of them would last for too long doing
this. This opened her up to him, and she felt him thrust deep inside of her
as she lowered herself onto his prick, felt the head of his dick reach her
cervix and press against her insides. Then back up and off of him in order
to enjoy the next downwards stroke.
Quite suddenly, she realized that the free end of the nipple clips had
caught on the sheet, and as she lifted off of his prick, it tugged down hard
on her breast, and she screamed as it then quickly slipped from the sheet,
freeing her breast. "Yeeeeeoooowwwwww!" she mewed at him, but quickly
moved to stop his hand when he reached towards her breast to remove the
clamp. "Leave it just a little longer, I think," she told him, gasping out
the words, blinking at the momentary tears in her eyes.
She locked eyes with him and then looked down to watch his penis disappear
inside of her, and increased the up-and-down motion. With her feet on
either side of his hips, her thigh, calf, and most importantly, her pussy
muscles were stretched taut, resulting in a very tight grip around his
penis. She could feel every tiny movement as she lifted up off of him and
then pushed herself back down. She knew the incredible tightness was a
major stimulant for him as well.
After eight or ten up-and-down movements, she flexed her muscles inside
around his shaft, and then plunged down on him, driving him deep into her.
This was too much for him, and she watched and 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, again 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 using just his arm muscles, 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.
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Continued in Part II which continues this story on Sunday morning with
Chapter 7: Morning Experiment
