The Bet"(MF bd cons slow)[5/6]
Chapter 5:  The hero returns

Chris sat on the bed, watching Georgetta squirm in her chains.  He had
emerged from the closet moments after she had locked her wrists into
the chains and completed the self-bondage.  He had to continually
control himself from going to her immediately, releasing her from the
captivity and taking her to bed immediately.  She was just so
incredibly gorgeous, sexy, and desirable in the black outfit - not to
mention the completely helpless state she was in - and all at his
request!
 He had walked quietly around her after emerging from the closet,
taking in the incredible appearance of his girlfriend.  Her breasts
were barely contained in the leather halter top, and he knew that her
nipples inside would be hard and aroused, just begging for him to lick
and kiss each one.  He knew that they were very sensitive, and he knew
that it might only take a little attention to them to trigger the
orgasm she was so desperately trying to achieve.  Her legs and ass
looked incredible.  The miniskirt and boots just did amazing things to
her posterior curves.  He loved to look at her legs, and watch her
walk, and wished that he could watch her walk ahead of him in this
outfit.  "A little later on this night," he thought.

The instructions manual for the vibrator indicated it would stay "on"
for five minutes when initially turned on prior to moving to the
on-off cycle, so he left her there in the bedroom and walked out to
the kitchen.  He retrieved her wine glass from the kitchen sink, got
the bottle of wine from the refrigerator and poured himself a glass.
He got a water glass down from the cupboard and filled it, knowing
that Georgetta would be thirsty after the next hour's activities.

Returning to the bedroom, he settled onto the bed and watched as
Georgetta continued writhing in the chains.  A sheen of perspiration
covered her face, neck, and chest, and from the way she was rubbing
her legs together he knew she was getting close.  He hoped he had
timed it just right.  When she started the slight jiggle, he sat up in
amazement.  "Maybe I should have allowed a little more slack in that
chain," he thought to himself.  She was bouncing slightly, raising up
onto her tip-toes and then dropping back down.  He stood up from the
bed and stepped to her side to watch.  She was only lifting her heels
maybe a half-inch off the floor, but the resulting bounce set certain
parts of her anatomy bouncing happily.  Her breasts swayed slightly
within the halter, and he thought he could almost make out the shape
of her nipple through the leather.  Her dark brown hair jostled softly
around her face, and bounced in back in the ponytail, and the skirt
bounced a bit around her ass and legs.  "All in all a most amazing
sight," he thought to himself.

He heard the slight click when the vibrator shut off and watched her
face change from a look of ecstasy to amazement.  He winced as she
began swearing at him and calling him every name in the book.  He was
surprised at the extent of her vocabulary, wondering where she had
picked up a few of those terms.  He appreciated her motions as she
tried to finish the orgasm she had almost had, and had to restrain
himself from releasing her and finishing the task.  

Two minutes after the vibrator had shut off it turned on again.   He
reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, removing the
remote control for the vibrator.  Checking his watch, he watched as
Georgetta again began to shake with the upcoming orgasm.  The vibrator
was on a fixed three-minute-on-two-minute-off sequence, but he could
override it with the remote control.  He hadn't been sure she had
followed his directions to turn it to the second setting - if she had
only turned it to the first setting it would have stayed on and she
would have been well onto her second orgasm by now.

He checked the clock and decided to let a few more minutes pass before
he interrupted things.  As he settled back onto the bed, he softly
rubbed his raging hard-on in his jeans.  There was no way that any
mortal man could watch someone as beautiful and sexy as Georgetta, in
the attire she was wearing, and the obvious state of sexual heat she
was, and not get incredibly excited.  

He watched as she went through an additional four cycles of on-and-off
activity.  When the vibrator was on, she would moan and squirm in
place, start the jiggling motion, all in trying to get to that elusive
orgasm.  When it was off, she slumped in the chains, and hung in
place, waiting for the next on cycle.  She was getting tired, he knew,
and wouldn't last much longer.  He intended to tease and torment her
slightly, but certainly not to annoy or get her really mad at him.

As the vibrator click on for the fifth time in the cycle, he triggered
the remote control to "on" and set the vibrator to high.  He watched
as her head lifted, and she tried to peer around the room.  He knew
she couldn't hear anything, but if she had left some space around the
blindfold she might be able to see him and realize he was here.  

* * * * *

She felt the vibrator kick back in, but at a higher rate this time.
The vibrations were more intense, more throbbing, and she hoped beyond
all hope that this time she would finally come!!  She really needed
the release of an orgasm, and she was getting almost too horny.  But
why was it running at a higher speed?"

Did Chris do that?  Is he here with me now, in this room, watching me
as I stand here trying to come?  Is he somehow controlling the
vibrator, enjoying his little game?" she thought through the waves.
Her legs were getting sore, her breasts were aching for attention, and
her pussy, no her whole body was screaming at her for release

"Chris - was that you? " she asked, barely managing to form the words
as her body continued to shake.  She forget that she would not be able
to hear a reply.  "Damnit Chris if you're here I'm going to kill you -
let me out of this thing.  Let me out of this and FUCK ME NOW!" she
said, and then was surprised at herself for saying it.  She hadn't
meant to say it, but she realized that was what she really wanted -
his hard dick planted deep inside her and the feel of his lips on hers
and his hands on her breasts and the deep thrusts
and...and...and..."uhhhhhhhhhh-ohhhhh-oohhhhhhh-mmmmyyyyyyy-
ggggoooodddddddddddddd!!!!

She came.  From somewhere down deep in her toes this roaring sensation
swept through her, and she shook with incredible pleasure as the wave
washed through her.  For several long minutes she shook with the
effects, feeling a happy warm feeling overcome her.  She slumped in
the chains, drained with the intensity of the orgasm.  "Wow" she
thought to herself - that was some orgasm.

As she slowly regained control of her senses, she realized that the
vibrator was still humming, demanding that she pay attention to the
silver intruder still inside her.  "Oh no!" she thought to herself as
the pressures began to build again.  She shook the chains and yelled
"Chris - enough!  Let me out from this!  I need you - not some damned
toy!"  She thought about using the escape word, but she wasn't sure
that Chris was really here, that he would even release her.  Then she
realized that she wasn't yet sure she really wanted to escape...

* * * * *

It took all the control Chris could muster not to go to her shout.
She looked so incredible, so horny, so desirable, and his hard-on was
beginning to cause him pain, he wanted her so much.  He had watched
her shake with the orgasm, happy for her and desiring her even more as
the first orgasm of many this evening took her.  Steeling himself, he
stood up from the bed and approached her.  It was time to let her know
he was here, and to continue the fun.  She was recovering from the
first orgasm (or had there been multiple in there?), and it was time
for the next activity.  

He picked up the glass of water and moved over to her.  He found the
pause switch on the Discman and pressed it, temporarily stopping the
sounds of the sonata.  He moved his hand to her right ear and lifted
the ear piece from the headset, resting it just to the side of her
ear.  Her head came up immediately and looked towards him.  He raised
the glass to her lips and said "Here m'love, have a drink".  She
opened her lips and he carefully raised the glass and allowed her to
drink several large sips.  When she stopped he took the glass away.

"You can't believe how incredible you look, dear", he said to her.

"Let me free from this and I'll show you how incredible I feel," she
replied, smiling in his direction.

"Oh, but that would be bringing this evening to a finish too soon.  I
have a few more surprises for you" he replied.

"I don't know if I can stand anymore like that last one.  This
vibrator is an evil thing" she said.  They both heard it click back
on, and he watched as she shook briefly with the sensation.

"Bastard," she said.

"Okay, enough talking.  You lost the bet" he reminded her.  "You've
just begun to pay it off," he said, and then pushed the play switch on
the Discman.   He moved the earpiece back into place over her ear and
set the water glass down. 

"Uuuuuummmmmmm," she moaned to him.

He stepped behind her and moved his hands to the fastening on her
halter top.  He unfastened the strap behind her back and allowed it to
hang loose around her breasts.  He fished an ice cube out of the glass
of water and brought it up to her right breast, lifting the leather
halter and applying the ice cube to her nipple.  She shrieked at the
cube touched the hardened nipple.  Chris rubbed it over and around the
nipple, and the cube melted away in his hand, leaving her breast wet.
He fished out another cube and repeated this on the other breast.
Both nipples were standing straight up and out, and he placed both
hands on them and squeezed and caresses them softly.  The intensity of
the moans from Georgetta increased.  He was glad to see she wasn't
swearing at him anymore.

He brought her hands up and stroked the soft skin under her neck and
above her breasts.  He slowly lifted her head up and brought his lips
to hers.  She met him with a passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue to
meet his.  As they kissed he stroked her hair and caressed her ears,
moving slowly up and down the sides of her face and neck.  Chris slid
his finger up inside the blindfold and lifted it up above her
forehead, looking into her wonderful brown eyes.  She opened them
slowly, blinking in the light.

She looked at him with a combination of both rage and passion.  She
was both crazy with lust for him but also mad at him for locking her
into this position and causing this sexual frustration.

"I'm going to seriously hurt you when you let me out of this" she said
to him when they broke off their kiss.

He kissed her again and replied "maybe I'd best not release you just
yet then.  Can't have you threatening me!" He smiled at her, and then
dropped his hands to her underarms, giving her a slight tickle.  It
worked as she dissolved into a giggle spasm.  This quickly gave way to
another shudder and moan as the vibrator continued to thrum inside
her.

"Can't you do something about this?", she asked, thrusting her hips
towards him.  The invitation on her face was easily readable.
  Chris stepped back and quickly looked her over.  "Let me see, now.
Maybe we should remove this skirt" he said to her.  He stepped forward
and dropped his fingers to the zipper on the miniskirt.  He allowed
his hands ample opportunity to caress her thigh as he worked the
zipper upward and then allowed it to fall away from her hips.  He
caught his breath once again at how incredible she looked.  Stepping
to the side, he appraised his bound girlfriend.  The panty had worked
its way into the cleft in her buttocks, becoming almost a total thong.
The garter belt framed the front of her panty, with the tops of her
stockings ending a few inches from the panty and revealing a stretch
of tanned flesh.  The boots and the heels added the most interesting
curves to her already well defined and toned legs, thighs, and butt.
A slight protrusion from between her legs indicated the end of the
vibrator that was mostly inside of her.  She shook again and closed
her eyes as its vibrations continued inside her.

He stepped back over to the bed and picked up the remote control.  He
aimed it towards her.

* * * * *

"What does that do?" she asked him.  Having been blindfolded before
when he had worked the remote, she didn't know what the device did.
When he pressed a button though, she found out.  The vibrations
suddenly speeded up a bit  "Ohhhhhhhhh,"   she sighed.  "That's -
uummmmmmm - what that does."  She shut her eyes and tried not to think
about what the vibrator was doing inside her.  Then it sped up again
another setting.  She opened her eyes and saw him smiling at her, and
then watched as he set the control down on the bed again.

He dropped to his knees and fished around under the bed, bringing out
a duffel bag from under the bed.  Standing up, he dropped the bag on
the bed and unzipped it, and began fishing around inside it.  He
pulled out a two foot black rod with hooks on each end and approached
her with it.

"What is that for?"  she asked.  "Are you going to - ummmmmmmmpphhh --
beat me now for swearing at you?"  She said this in a joking tone, but
was a bit apprehensive as he crossed the short distance over to her.  

"I would never do that to you my love, not even in a fantasy such as
this", he replied and stepped behind her.  He laid a light smack on
her butt causing her to jump forward slightly.  "A light spanking now
and then perhaps, but nothing serious," he said into her ear.

* * * * *
Chris placed the bar on the floor, and then stood up.  He reached up
underneath her hair and found the clasp for the necklace.  He undid
the hook, and then brought the necklace down.  The keys slid off one
end into his palm.  He then refastened the necklace around her neck.
Bending down, he grabbed one of her booted feet and unlocked one end
of the chain locking them together.  Picking up the end of the bar, he
locked the fastening on the end of the bar to the ring on her boot.  

Switching his stance, he grabbed her right booted foot and pushed it
outwards to his right.  He moved the bar between her legs and fastened
the end of the bar to her right boot.  Standing up, he appraised her
work.  Her legs were now held apart approximately two feet.  Her butt
was tight and slightly tilted back towards him.  He couldn't resist,
and dropped his hands to her, caressing and fondling her cheeks.  She
turned her head towards him, trying to watch what he was doing.  

She was almost perfectly positioned - but just a bit too low for him.
Even with the heels on the boots, Georgetta was still more than a foot
shorted than he was, and that made what he had in mind somewhat
difficult.  He walked over to the closet and removed the two milk
crates he had stashed inside.  He brought the two crates back over to
Georgetta.  Although she was watching him, she was quiet, occasionally
closing her eyes to enjoy the sensations of the vibrator still working
inside her.  He knew that his actions that had spread her legs had
shifted the vibrator inside her to a new position, and that had
resulted in a new round of sensations for her already exceptionally
horny and wet pussy.

He placed one of the crates behind either of her feet, and the stepped
directly behind her.  He placed both hands on her hips and lifted her
easily off the floor.  Using his left foot, he slid the milk crate
behind her left leg underneath her, and then repeated the process with
the right milk crate and foot.  He then set her down slightly on the
two crates.  This had the desired effect of now moving her butt (and
other desirable parts) directly opposite his own sex tool.

However, the extra ten inches of height had given her that much more
chain free for her hands, and she was reaching around with both hands,
trying to grab him.  He dodged the first hand and then caught her
wrist with his own left hand, reaching into the pocket of his jeans
for the carabiner.  He found it and quickly caught it through one of
the links of the chain.  He let go of her hand, reached up, and pulled
down on the chain, jerking her other hand up.  He took the slack out
of the chain, and then locked the carabiner closed, eliminating the
slack in the chain.  He fished the other carabiner out of his pocket,
and then slipped it through the links in the chain close to her
wrists, locking her wrists together.  She was again locked up tight.

* * * * *
"But we could have so much more fun if I could touch you," she said to
him.  She had almost gotten the keys away from him.  Although she was
definitely enjoying herself, she was tired of standing in the heels,
with her hands locked tightly over her head.  She really wanted to be
fucked, to feel him with her hands and press his body up to hers, and
he didn't seem to be moving too quickly towards fulfilling that need.

He looked incredible.  When she had caught a glimpse of him, she
realized he had gone the biker route as well.  His jeans were tight
around his legs and butt, and he had gotten a pair of big, black
motorcycle boots.  He was wearing a sleeveless Harley Davidson
T-shirt, with the big Harley logo with the Eagle and Snakes on the
front.  He had ripped off the sleeves, and his arm muscles flexed as
he moved around the room, and adjusted her bonds.  It was only his
short haircut that didn't fit the image he was trying to project.  He
was still a clean-shaven corporate type, no matter what else he wore.
But he almost pulled it off.

She had tried to kick him when he had unlocked his boot, more to keep
the fantasy going than in any attempt to do him harm.  She didn't want
to hurt him, she just wanted him.  She was so incredibly turned on,
and she could feel the next orgasm building as he adjusted the bar
between her feet.  When he reached around her, he could feel how hard
we was through his jeans as he pressed himself up against her backside
to lift her onto the milk crates.  She imagined she could feel the
shape of his penis through his jeans as he pressed into her butt.  And
then when he had lifted her onto the two crates, the motion had really
set that vibrations inside her going.  The vibrator felt like it was
several inches deep into her, and was just humming up a storm down
there.  She could feel the pressure building again, and it was only
her concentration on what Chris was doing that was holding it off.

When he reached up and tried to adjust the tension in the chain
holding her arms, she tried to jump onto him, trying to feel him.  He
caught her though, and adjusted the tension in the chain to the point
where she was almost suspended in air by the cuffs on her wrists.  She
was still touching the tops of the milk crates, but she couldn't get
any leverage.  Worse - she couldn't seem to get the jiggle motion
going - the tension in the chains and the holes in the tops of the
milk crates completely frustrated her attempts.

He stepped behind her and she felt his hands again on her backside.
He was softly moving his hands over her, caressing and touching her.
She felt his lips on the small of her back, and then his kisses as he
worked down her back and to her butt.  His hands found the inside of
her thighs, followed soon by his lips and tongue.  She felt him attack
the clasp on the panty on her right hip, releasing it, and then
pushing her panty down her other leg.  His hands and fingers moved
inside of her, grasping the vibrator and slowly sliding it out.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she gasped as it slipped free.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she said as he replaced it with his fingers and his
tongue.  She was about to yell at him to put it back in as she was
soooooo close, but then she felt his lips and tongue between her legs,
felt his tongue on her clitoris.  She could feel him still holding the
vibrator up against her, but she could also feel his lips and tongue.
She lost track of time as she lost herself in the incredible feelings
coming from between her legs.

She could feel one hand on her buttock, while the other was holding
the tip of the vibrator up against her clitoris.  He had turned it up
to high and it was buzzing at full speed on her extremely sensitive
nub.  His tongue and lips were at work just below it, thrusting inside
and out, and kissing up and down her pussy.  Every twenty or thirty
seconds or so he would pull away and slide the vibrator inside her,
and then move it around within her, hitting just about every nerve
ending within her, before pulling it out and placing his tongue back
on her.  Her breasts were throbbing, hell her head and every other
part of her was throbbing from all of this attention.  Her first
orgasm was going to pale in comparison to the one she could feel
coming.  

She felt him pull away from her again and was waiting to feel  the
thrust of the vibrator, but then she felt something else instead.  He
was nuzzling her with the head of his cock.  Turning her head, she saw
that he had dropped his jeans and released his cock from his briefs,
and was now slowly moving the head up and down, almost but not quite
pushing into her.  She tried to push back onto him, to get him inside
of her, but couldn't get the leverage to move at all.  "Chris!!!!!!"
she yelled at him, "please now!!!!  Put that big cock in me!!!"  She
was surprised at her own use of such explicit words, but right now
that didn't matter one fucking bit.  She wanted to be fucked and his
cock was soo close to her...

And then he pushed inside of her, and she felt the orgasm take her.
As he filled her up, she felt it break, and she dropped completely,
letting her wrists and the chains take her weight.  She felt his
wrists grab her hips and hold her up, letting her shake and come while
he held her up, supporting her with his hands and his cock wedged deep
inside of her.  As she stopped shaking and the feelings subsided she
felt him start to pull out, and then drive back into her.  He started
slowly and then began to pick up the rhythm, thrusting into her.  

His hands held her hips in place, and he drove in and out of her, for
several minutes and then stopped.  He stayed deep inside, and then
slowly-oh-so-slowly-oh-so-goddamned-slowly-what-a-feeling pulled out.
It seemed to her that he was hardly moving, but then she felt the tip
of his cock slip out of her.  She felt Chris nuzzle her with the head,
rubbing it up and down her.  He then moved just slightly inside of
her, moving just a bit up and down, teasing her.   She tried to push
herself backwards onto him, but again was foiled by the bondage.  She
knew she was moaning but didn't care.

And then he started inward again.  Slowly, again so slowly, he inched
into her.   It seemed to her that he was just going deeper and deeper
into her, in a never-ending thrust.  Chris was fairly well-endowed,
she thought, at least based on her limited experience and what her
friends had shared with her over cocktails and all night girls chat
sessions, but it just seemed to her that he kept inserting more and
more of himself into her.  She was starting to think that she knew
what those stories meant when they said "he pushed so deep that she
could almost taste him". Finally, just as she was about to scream out,
she felt his hips meet her ass.  He held her there, balancing her, and
then began a slight fucking motion.  He would pull out an inch or so
and then back in, repeating this about a dozen times, slowly, in and
out, and began to build his speed.  She could his hear breathing
quicken as he continued fucking her.  His right hand worked its way
around her and found her right breast and nipple, still covered
partially by the leather halter top.  

He thrust inside of her again and then stopped once again.  She felt
his hands leave her hips and slide around the front of her chest,
grabbing her breasts with either hand.  He reached up then, moving his
hands underneath her hair to the back of her neck, and she felt his
fingers on the clasp of the neck band of the halter.  He unfastened it
and tossed it on the floor in front of her.

She stood there (sort-of), suspended on his penis, slightly wobbly on
her boot heels.  She looked down at her breasts and her hard nipples,
and watched as his hands reached down to roughly grasp and twist her
sensitive breasts.  She felt like every nerve in her body was
screaming, and then Chris started moving again behind her.  

Georgetta could not believe how turned on she was.  She could feel
every move and thrust of Chris inside of her.  She could feel his
hands softly caressing her breasts, and then twisting and pinching her
nipples.  She wanted to turn and run her hands over him, but at the
same time she felt just so incredibly sexy and irresponsible - Chris
was doing all the work, taking all of the effort to satisfy her, and
by being in the bonds, she had no guilt at all about letting herself
enjoy the attention.  It was, in a strange way, the ultimate in luxury
- she was being pampered and spoiled.  She'd already had two orgasms
  (or was that three!), and was getting a good hard fucking.  She was
being spoiled - if you sort of ignored the fact she was tied up and
spread-eagled on two milk crates!

She moaned again, louder this time, as Chris continued fondling her
breasts.  "God", she loved to have her breasts played with - they were
just so sensitive.  "ummmmmppppff," she exclaimed,  as he drove into
her.  His hands moved down to her hips and held her steady, and he
began slamming in and out of her.  Deep thrusts inside of her where
she could here the slap of their skin meeting and felt his balls bang
against her thighs followed by a quick pull-out and then another deep
thrust, and another and another --- and then suddenly she felt him
coming inside of her.  He pulled her backwards onto him, rapidly
slamming her up and down as he orgasmed inside of her.  She couldn't
take it and exploded again with a third orgasm herself, shaking and
screaming.