The Bet"(MF bd cons slow)[6/6] 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-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 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.