Georgetta: The Bet Part II
by The Dolphin (MF rom slow bd)
The Bet Part II: Saturday Morning
Chapter 9: Breakfast Time!!!
Copyright 2000 The Dolphin31p@hotmail.com
The vibrator clicked off, and Georgetta swore she could feel the loud click
throughout her body. She had been close, oh-so-very close, she knew. Now
it would be two more minutes before it kicked on. She tried to listen to
the music, tried to concentrate as the orgasm that had just seconds ago been
building to a crescendo began to ebb away. The song from Dave Matthews
finished, and the next tune kicked in. She realized now why Chris had used
a classical piece rather than the more modern tunes - the classical songs
tended to be longer pieces, and it was really hard to tell the passing of
time by listening to them. The more modern music, however, tended towards
neat and precise three or four minute songs. She knew as this song reached
the guitar solo that about two minutes had passed, and sure enough, she felt
the "Ultimate Teaser" vibrator kick back on. She moaned louder now, no
longer worried about waking Chris.
"Chris! Where was he?" It had been almost 9:50 on the clock when she had
locked her wrists in, completing her self-bondage. Now the vibrator had
gone off and on twice, so it had to be past 10:00 - didn't it?. The alarm
would have gone off by now...was he standing there watching her right now?
She recalled that he had told her how he had sat and watched her last night
when she had first discovered all the features of her little toy. She tried
to flex her buttocks and squirmed across the top of the table. She was
beginning to regret her own thoroughness. She did discover that the edge of
the table was just about even with her pantied bottom, and that by pressing
herself forward against the table edge, she could just move the bottom of
the vibrator inside her, pushing it towards a new spot.
"Ummmmmmmmmppppphhhh," she exclaimed as the vibrator shifted inside her to a
different spot and continued its throbbing. "Mmmmmm, that's better!" she
moaned.
Here it comes again, she thought. And as the song ended, so too did the
motion of the vibrator. "God damn it," she thought. "C'mon, Chris, get out
here and do something. The next song started in her ears, a slower, more
mournful balled. "How appropriate," she thought.
Midway through, the vibrator turned itself on once again. "Why-oh-why
didn't I just use one of the other normal settings?" she thought, but
knowing that she had selected the on-and-off setting just for this very
reason. She nudged forwards against the table, trying to move the
vibrator, and suddenly felt it slip completely inside. She stopped moving
for a moment, and then rubbed herself against the table lip - she couldn't
feel the hard protrusion of the vibrator sticking out and pressing against
the table any more - she had pushed the six inch toy completely inside her!
She could still rub herself against the lip of the table though. She also
found that she could slide her breasts around the tabletop. There wasn't
really anything to rub them against, but her own weight and the pressure of
the clips was more than enough. She felt the orgasm building this time,
knew she'd make it before the next two-minute mark, and shrieked in joy as
she felt the orgasm hit. She increased the speed of her rubbing against the
table, enjoying the feel of the table lip against her breasts and lower
body. Even the clicking off of the vibrator didn't dull the excitement of
this one!!! "YYYYYeeeeeeeeeessssssssss ohhhh YYYEEEESSSS oohhhhh my god
yeeessssssss!!!" she exclaimed loudly, not realizing that her voice was even
louder because she couldn't hear the sound of her voice through the
headphones and music.
As her pulse stopped racing and her heart rate returned to a slightly slower
speed, she again thought, "Where is Chris?"
* * * *
Chris lifted his head up and looked around blearily. Something had woken
him up. He looked over to where Georgetta had fallen asleep only to find
her side of the bed empty. "Georgetta?" he asked into room. "Georgetta?
Hon? Where are you?" he repeated.
He sat up slowly in the bed. He looked over and saw the bathroom door was
open, so she wasn't in there. He looked around the room, and saw that she
had straightened things up a bit. His clothes were piled over on the chair
in the corner, and a pile of black items on her dresser had to be the outfit
she had worn for a little while last evening. He looked up at the chain
hanging from the ceiling and smiled. "Wow, what a night that was!" he
thought to himself.
He got out of bed and walked into the bathroom and relieved himself. His
penis was slightly sore, he thought, the result of too much intercourse with
Georgetta the night before. Correction, he thought, because of the
intercourse last night, never too much!
He walked back into the bedroom and then heard the first moan. Georgetta?"
he asked again, looking towards the living room of the apartment. He strode
over and opened the bedroom door and walked naked into the living room. He
glanced quickly around the room, and then stopped dead in his tracks at the
sight before him in the kitchen.
His girlfriend was bound hand and foot over the kitchen table. Wearing
white stockings, panties, and a white top, she was tied to the legs of the
table on one side, and then face down across the top of the table with her
hands, shoulders, and head hanging over the other side of the table. "Holy
shit!" he exclaimed as he walked towards her. His penis, very interested in
the site before him, started to rise.
She was moving her ass a little side-to-side, pressing her lower stomach and
pussy up against the table. He saw the duffel bag at the side of the table,
along with the catalog, and realized she'd been doing some reading. He
walked up to her and looked at what she had done in amazement. He hadn't
quite expected her to enjoy his bondage game this much!
"God what an ass she has," he thought to himself. He stood behind her,
staring appreciatively at her legs and rear. Almost unconsciously, his hand
found his penis and started rubbing. Her butt was framed nicely by the
white garter belt and stockings. Each perfectly-toned-and-formed asscheek
was split evenly by a white garter strap. Her ass was very tight and firm,
the result of a lot of hours of aerobics and thigh exercises. A tiny slip
of white vanished down the crack of her ass, and then widened slightly,
covering her pubic mound. A few dark hairs protruded from the sides.
Walking around the table, he stared open-mouthed at the arrangement she had
performed to tie herself to the table. "How did she do that?" he asked
himself. Her hands were locked together with one handcuff, and then
handcuffed to a chain that stretched between the two legs of the table on
this side. Then he saw the other chain going from under her chin to that
bottom chain. "I think she outdid me!" he realized.
It had taken him several hours to work out the previous night's bondage, and
he hadn't been sure until she locked her wrists to the chains and jumped off
the milk crate that it would actually work. He had read and studied several
bondage catalogs, not to mention thirty or forty stories from the UseNet's
"alt.sex.stories.moderated" newsgroup before he had come up with the idea,
and she had gone and bested him the very next morning, using only her own
imagination and the pictures in the catalog!
"At least she used my idea about the headphones and blindfold," he thought.
She was still breathing hard, with soft moans mixing with the deep breaths,
and as he walked back around to her posterior, he noticed the slight trickle
of liquid escaping from underneath the panty and leaking down her thigh.
"She just came," he thought. Her yells are what woke me up," he realized.
He leaned down and placed his ear near her rear - sure enough he heard the
buzzing of the vibrator from inside her.
He scanned the tabletop and the surrounding area, looking for the remote
control to the vibrator, but didn't see it. He walked quickly back into the
bedroom and up to the bed, dropping to his hands and knees to peer under the
bed. He spotted it up near the headboard where it had fallen just far
enough under that she had missed it during her earlier cleanup. He reached
under the bed and grabbed it, and then grabbed the Polaroid from the
bedstand as well.
"I think it's time to have a little fun with her," he thought to himself.
"If she's in such a hurry to tie herself up, I guess I'll just have to let
her enjoy it for a while. He walked back out and stopped behind her. He
watched her rub herself against the table, trying to rub her breasts against
the table top. He really liked watching her ass move around. And her legs
were just incredible in the heels - "were those the heels she wore to Jim's
wedding?" he thought. Yes, they were. "Wow," he thought to himself. He
remember just how sexy she had looked that night in the dark blue
mini-dress, with the cleavage and the slit, and the...wait a minute - look
at what she's wearing now you idiot! He thought to himself. He heard the
click as the vibrator shut off.
"Hmmmm, even used the 'teaser' setting," he thought. He looked up at the
clock and noted the second hand. He sat and tried to focus on the clock,
watching the second hand circle once around and begin its second rotation.
He realized he was still stoking himself, and forced his hand to stop. His
prick was standing straight up in the air, begging for permission to soundly
and thoroughly fuck the gorgeous brunette in front of him, but he restrained
himself.
He set the remote down on the table and opened up the Polaroid. He framed
her ass in the viewfinder, and snapped the shot, the click-whirr of the
motor sounding loud in the room as the camera spit out the exposed image.
He took the picture and set it aside, and then moved around the table,
aiming pictures at his bound girlfriend and snapping away. Keeping an eye
on the clock, he finished the first roll and then reloaded, and shot several
more. He focused the last shot as a close-up of her ass, nicely framed by
the two white garters.
Just as the second hand approached the 1:55 mark of its two-minute cycle, he
thumbed the remote control on the vibrator to the "Low" setting. He
gathered up the now developed Polaroid images and walked back into the
bedroom with them, leaving his girlfriend with a quietly throbbing vibrator
pulsing a bit slower than she had intended it to. He hid the pictures
away in his briefcase and then pulled his briefs and a sweatshirt out of the
pile on the chair, and quickly got dressed. He walked back out into the
kitchen, and slid the coffee maker out of the cupboard. He fished around in
her pantry and found the coffee, and began making a pot of coffee, glancing
occasionally over at his bound girlfriend, moaning softly and still humping
the edge of the table.
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Continued in Chapter 10: Coffee, Tea, or Me?
