Message-ID: <25429asstr$964231816@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000721210047.21721.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Dolphin31 Pacific" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Subject: {ASSM} NEW Georgetta: The Bet Part II (08/12) by The Dolphin (MF rom slow bd) Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 22:10:16 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar ============================================================== WARNING : The following story contains descriptions of sexual acts performed between consenting adults. If you are not at least 18 years of age, or you find this brand of literature offensive, then exit this file/message now. (!) 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Please note that I'm happy to share my work - I just want to know where it's going and who's posting it. I honor most requests for permission to post my work. ============================================ Written by: The Dolphin Another note: The girl in this story is a real person, an ex-girlfriend of mine. 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. And finally, this story has been improved slightly since its original posting, and I believe it to be a better tale now. Some of the technical points have been tightened up, and a minor mistake here and there improved upon. Thanks to some comments from Celeste's Reviews for their feedback and suggestions. There will also most likely be more to this story. A good number of readers have written me and begged me for more adventures of Chris & Georgetta, so more to this tale is definitely in the works! _______________________________________________________________________ The Bet Part II: Saturday Morning Chapter 8: Morning Fantasy Copyright 2000 The Dolphin31p@hotmail.com She looked at the pile of gear on the table in front of her. She picked up each of the pieces of bondage gear and set it on tabletop near where it would be used. The ankle cuffs, spreader bar, and two short pieces of chain went on the floor beneath her. The nipple clamps, vibrator, blindfold, studded collar, and Discman she set on the table in front of her, and the longer chain, leather wrist cuffs, and handcuffs went on the opposite side of the table. She had decided to try to tie herself to the table like the girl in the bondage catalog. She bent down in front of the near side of the table, and set her two boots down on the floor. She wasn't going to wear them this time, but she needed to measure the lengths of the chains correctly. She placed the spreader bar between the two boots. Then she attached one end of a chain to the right boot, and then took the other end and wrapped it around the two crosspieces of the right leg to the table. She left herself about an inch or so of slack, and then locked the end of the chain at the table leg to itself. She repeated the step with the left boot and its chain. Then she unlocked the two chains from the boots, removed the spreader bar, and set the two boots off to the side. Her hands were the hard part. How could she get her hands securely bound to the legs on the other side of the table, and yet still not be able to either move off of the table, or somehow release her hands? She had realized that one of the elements that had contributed to her high level of sexual satisfaction the previous evening had been the incredible level of teasing she had had to put up with prior to her first orgasm. That had further been heightened by her inability to get loose and finish the orgasm. If she weren't able to duplicate that situation, the entire effort wouldn't be quite as much fun (for her anyway - she had a pretty good idea what Chris' opinion of her attempt here would be). She placed the two wrist cuffs on her wrists and then leaned over the table and let her arms hang down, looking at the two table legs, the crosspieces, and her wrists. She figured she could lock her wrists together easily enough, but how to lock them in place to something that she couldn't then get free from? She leaned back from the table and saw the handcuffs, and an idea clicked in her mind as to how she would do it. She walked around the table and attached one of the longer lengths of chain from one of the table legs to the other, and locked the clasp to pull the chain tight. This created a chain crosspiece from one end of the table leg to the other. As she stood up the studded collar caught her eye. She realized that the collar also had several circular rings attached to it at various points. No longer as innocent as she was last night, she knew that the people who made this bondage stuff put those rings there for a reason. She picked up the catalog and flipped through the pages until she found a picture of one of the models wearing one of the collars. The model was tied into a kneeling position, and a chain attached to one of the rings on the collar led down and attached to a set of handcuffs holding her arms behind her back, and then down to the ankle cuffs between the model's feet. "I can do better than that," she thought to herself. She picked up the duffel and found the last chain that Chris had brought with him, a piece about three feet long, again with fasteners at both ends. She took the chain and attached one of the locks to the ring on the front of the studded collar, and then set the collar back down on the tabletop. Satisfied that her bondage gear was ready, she walked over to the sofa where she had set out her attire. She had seriously considered putting on the black leather items she had worn the night before - there was something about this whole bondage thing that just seemed to scream out for black attire. She thought that perhaps she would make a slight change though, from a "bad girl" to a "good girl". Accordingly, the outfit she planned to wear was all white. "Innocent," she thought. She sat down on the sofa, and picked up the first white stocking. She slid it up over her toes and pulled it up to her thigh. She repeated this with the second stocking and leg. She stood up and quickly dropped her gym shorts and panties. She lifted up the bottom of the sweatshirt and fastened the white garter belt into place around her hips. A few minutes of fiddling with the garter clips and she had them attached to the stocking tops. The white stockings and garter belt had been, of course, one of Chris' earlier gifts to her - last Christmas, if she remembered correctly. Men always seemed to give her lingerie, she thought as she continued fixing the garters. "although just who were they giving the gift to?" she mused. She picked up the panty next. Not quite as decadent as the black leather one, she thought, but just as suggestive. It had two tiny red bows on either hip that could be untied to remove the entire garment. She stepped into it and pulled it up, setting the two bows on each hip, just below the garter belt. Like the one from last night, it really showed more than it hid, but that was the whole point of lingerie, wasn't it? Two white lace opera gloves were the next item, and she pulled each one on either hand. A loop went over each middle finger, and then the glove itself went several inches up her forearm. "Oops," she thought suddenly, "I forgot to set the alarm for Chris!" She walked quietly over to the bedroom door and peered in. Chris was still sleeping soundly, and she tiptoed in and over to the nightstand near his head. The clock read 9:20, and she quickly set the alarm for 10:00. She figured that would be enough time to finish getting dressed and into the bondage, as well as allow for a nice bit of teasing before he came to her 'rescue'. She turned up the volume on the buzzer and then set the clock back down, and returned to the living room. She pulled the sweatshirt off over her head and tossed it on the sofa, and then picked up the camisole. It was a tiny white camisole that she had just got in the mail the other day from her Victoria's Secret catalog. In little red lettering on the front it read "Naughty Angel", which was very appropriate for what she was doing. She raised her arms and pulled it on over her head, but left the top bunched up above her breasts. She walked back over to the kitchen table and picked up the nipple clamps. She still wasn't 100% sold on the nipple clips - her breast was still sore from when the end of the chain had gotten caught on that sheet when she and Chris were fucking. But, she had decided to go ahead and use them again. The feelings that had gone through her breasts when she had released each clamp from her nipples had sent the most incredible rush to her pussy, and she wanted to feel it again. She picked up the vibrator and turned it on low, and brought the toy up to her left breast, holding it against her nipple. She squeezed the nipple between her thumb and forefinger and rubbed the vibrator around the tip of her breast. The nipple quickly hardened, and she repeated this with the other breast. Setting the vibrator down and turning it off, she used both hands to caress and squeeze her nipples. She brought each nipple up to her mouth and kissed and sucked each one for a moment or two. "Mmmmmmm," she murmered, enjoying the sensations of her breasts being caressed. She truly loved having her breasts caressed and touched. She thought of the smaller orgasms she had had in the past just from the right amount of attention being paid to her two breasts. She picked up the nipple clamps, opened up the left one, and carefully closed it over her left nipple. She immediately clamped her mouth shut to stifle the scream that she wanted to make. "OW -that hurts!!" she thought to herself. The clamp bit softly into the delicate flesh of he nipple, holding it and squeezing it. She bit her lower lip and waited until the pain subsided slightly, blinking several times to clear the momentary tears from her eyes. She realized that Chris had to have put them on her the previous night when she lost consciousness for those few minutes he had described to her. She hadn't believed him that she had passed out at first, but having just felt the little bite of the nipple clamp, she realized he had been telling the truth and she had lost consciousness from the orgasms. She would have remembered that feeling!! Steeling herself, she opened the other clamp and attached it to the other nipple, again biting her lip as it clamped down. After several moments that roar from her breasts died down to a more palpable throbbing. She cautiously touched one of her nipples, which were now a fiery red color, and felt her knees weaken at the touch. Her already very sensitive nipples felt like they were ten times more sensitive with the clamps on!! Another touch or two would bring on an orgasm right there, she thought! She reached above her breasts and carefully pulled the camisole down over her breasts, and settled it around her stomach. It was shown in the catalog as being rather a tight fit on Naomi Campbell when she modeled the item, and the cami was tight on her as well. Her well-rounded breasts filled the camisole every bit as well as Ms. Campbell's (if she did think so herself), and the tight cotton fabric pressed her breasts together, up and outwards. It also pushed down on the clamps on her nipples, and she stood there momentarily recovering from and enjoying the sensations in her breasts, She walked over to the hall mirror and carefully brushed her hair. She pulled the long strands into two ponytails, one on either side of her head, and tied a white ribbon around each ponytail. She applied a little bit of make-up, and selected a light pink lipstick. She was trying for an innocent look, so she applied the makeup sparsely. She fastened her Mickey Mouse earrings into her ears, and then the golden chain around her waist. She bent over and added the ankle bracelet around the right ankle for luck. Satisfied, she blew a kiss at the face reflected in the mirror. She looked down at her breasts and realized that her nipples were protruding out from the white camisole, and that even more, she could clearly make out the shapes of the clamps on either nipple. "They must airbrush Naomi's nipples out of those Victoria Secret pictures," she said to herself. Smiling, she walked over to the kitchen table. She stepped into the white heels and leaned down to tighten the straps. These were a dress set of heels that she had purchased for a wedding last summer. They were four inches high, which was way too high to dance in, but they were actually pretty comfortable for heels, and she really loved them. Plus, the looks she got from the guys (and, she recalled, more than a few girls!) when she wore them! They were mostly strips of white leather that wound fashionably around her toes and instep, and fastened with a 1/4 inch strap around her ankle. She took a practice walk around the kitchen table, re-learning how to walk and balance on the spiked heels. Standing at her selected place, she bent down and picked up the first ankle cuff. She carefully fastened it around her left ankle, tightening the straps and closing the buckle. She repeated this with the right ankle, just above the white leather straps on her heels. She looked again at the equipment on the table top, checked to make sure everything she needed was there, and continued. She fastened one end of the spreader bar to the ring on the inside of her left ankle, and then spread her legs apart, allowing her to attach the other end of the bar to the inside of the cuff on her right ankle. She made sure she was centered on the table, and then took the chain ends she had attached to the legs at either end of the table and locked them to the outside of the ankle cuffs on each leg. The first step was completed. Her ankles were locked to the spreader bar, and then each ankle locked to the table legs to either side. So far so good! She looked at the clock - it showed about twenty-two minutes to ten. She wanted to be in her bonds and shaking to the vibrator for at least ten minutes before the alarm went off. She figured that by the time Chris got up, used the bathroom, and then stumbled out of the bedroom to find her, she would be really worked up and ready for him! She had a little more than twenty minutes left! She took the keys to all the locks - the handcuff keys, the wrist and ankle cuff lock's keys, and the master key to the locks on the ends of all the chains, and looped them through the chain around her waist, and fastened the catch on this chain. She almost put them around her neck, and then realized that they would be hanging down around her neck where she might possibly reach them - didn't want that to happen now! She picked up the vibrator, turned it to its second setting, and then pulled down the white panty. She was still very wet with excitement from both her morning orgasm and with what she was now doing, and the vibrator slipped inside her easily. She carefully pushed it almost totally inside, and then pulled the panty back up into place. She could feel the front of the panty was already damp from her juices. Step two was complete, and she felt the buzzing toy start working on her insides as she turned to her next task. She picked up the headphones for the Discman and set them on her ears. She picked up the blindfold and perched on the top of her head - not quite time for it yet! She turned the Discman on and then set it carefully off to the side of the table. No Mozart Sonata this time - she had put the new CD from the Dave Matthews Band into the player. The first song started playing in her ears. Next she locked each leather wrist cuff onto either wrist, snugging them tight around the white lace fabric of either lace opera glove. "Eighteen minutes left," she thought. She picked up the black leather collar and fumbled with it, finally closing it in place around her neck. She rotated the collar so the ring with the chain hanging from it was in front, letting the chain free down her front, between her breasts. Finally, she picked up the handcuffs. She inserted the metal end of one handcuff through the ring on her left wrist cuff, and then brought her two wrists together. It took her a few attempts, but with the tips of her fingers and her teeth, she was able to get the end of the cuff through the ring on the right wrist cuff and then snapped the cuff closed. This locked her two wrist cuffs together using only one of the two handcuffs of the pair. She made sure the other handcuff was hanging open. "Sixteen minutes," she thought again. She looked down at the table and then around the room. Everything was set - now once again all she had to do was complete the last step and wait for Chris to come to her. She leaned forward over the table and pulled the chain from the collar out from between her breasts and let it hang down over the edge of the table. She reached down with her hands and fumbled with it to loop it around the chain she had placed there between the two legs at either end of the table. She felt her breasts push the nipple clamps into the tops of her breasts, but she ignored the feelings for a moment. She brought the end of the chain up and pulled it tight. The chain went from the ring on her collar, down around the chain stretched between the two legs of the table, and then, pulling it a little tighter, locked onto one of its own links. She was now locked to the table, and couldn't raise her chest and head from the tabletop. She had pulled all the slack out of the chain at her neck, and was locked tight. She glanced at the clock one more time - one minute left. She brought her linked hands up together and pulled the blindfold down over her eyes. The handcuff hanging loose from the wrist cuffs smacked her in the nose as she did this, eliciting an inadvertent-and-loud "OUCH!" followed by a giggle. Now in darkness, she brought her hands back down slowly and found the chain attached to the collar around her neck. She grasped the open handcuff between her fingers and then used her fingers to follow the chain downwards towards where it looped around the other chain. Taking a deep breath and bracing for the pain in her breasts, she pressed her chest and arms downward into the table, compressing her breasts, and flipped the open end of the handcuff around the chain between the legs of the table, and clicked it close. "That was it! She'd done it" she thought triumphantly to herself. Her hands were now locked together at the wrist cuffs with one loop of the handcuffs, and then connected to the chain at the bottom of the table by the other handcuff loop. She tried to lift herself slightly off the table and found to her satisfaction that without her hands and arms for leverage, she couldn't do it. The chain at her neck was pulled tight. She closed her eyes and rested, letting her chin and head hang downwards over the end of the table. As her sense of time and activity slowly vanished, she focused on the music in her ears and the vibrations inside her. She knew the vibrator would be nearing its first turn-off point in about thirty seconds, so she tried not to get too excited from this first session, knowing that she would just have to wait for two minutes for it to kick back in. Her body had other ideas, however. Her nipples were screaming at her in a mix of pain and pleasure, alternating messages seeming to go straight from the tops of the nipples to her brain. And her pussy was throbbing and pulsing as it began to build towards its second orgasm of the morning. She clenched her jaw to prevent the first moan from escaping, and tried to focus on the music and not on all the pleasure waves in her body. * * * * In the bedroom, the alarm went off by his ear with a loud annoying buzz. Chris rolled over and peered blearily at the clock. He reached out and hit the snooze button, dropping back for ten more minutes of blissful sleep. -------------- Continued in Chapter 9: Breakfast Time! ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+