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WARNING : The following story contains descriptions of sexual
acts performed between consenting adults. If you are not at
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Written by: The Dolphin
Anohter 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!
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Part 1: Friday Night
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 leather 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 instruction 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 wineglass 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 in its low setting and she might well have been well
into her second or third 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 three 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 fourth 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 forgot 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 wasn't really one for swearing, and
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-m-m-m-mm-mm-mm-m-myyyyyyy-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 when she shouted
for him. 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 his 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 took a half step 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 sped up a bit
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she sighed. "That's - uummmmmmm - what that does! Oh-my-god,
oh-my-god, oh-my-god, oh-my-gooooddddd!" 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, to keep you in line, but nothing
serious," he said into her ear. Her response, if she said anything, was
lost in another moan.
* * * * *
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. Feeling her freedom, Georgetta tried to kick back at him,
but he quickly took a firmer hold of her boot, grabbed the end of the bar,
and locked the fastening on the end of the bar to the ring on her boot.
With one leg off the ground, Georgetta swung slightly, trying to maintain
her balance on the other booted heel and swinging from the chain on her
wrists.
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 brought his hands back up
to her neck, found the necklace, and returned the keys to the chain. He
took a half-step back and appraised his work. Her legs were now held apart
approximately two feet. Her butt was tight and slightly tilted back towards
him, as she struggled to balance on the heels now that her feet were held
apart. 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.
He lightly swatted her again on her butt, slapping either cheek. "That," he
said, punctuating his words with light slaps, "was for trying to kick me!
We shall not have that again." He held up his hand above her ass and looked
up at her. She nodded her head in agreement. Chris stepped back from her
and took in her new bound look.
The thin strip of fabric that was her panty was now wedged even further
between the cheeks of her beautiful ass, and he could clearly see the end of
the vibrator as it pressed out against the fabric. More importantly, she
was almost perfectly positioned now for what he had in mind - with the
high-heeled boots, her posterior was at almost the perfect height.
Georgetta had closed her eyes again, apparently focusing on the sensations
running through her body. 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 turned-on body.
* * * * *
"We could have so much more fun if I could touch you," she said to him,
snapping him out of his admiration or her backside. She had opened her eyes
and was again trying to look back over her shoulder at Chris. 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. She imagined she could feel the
shape of his penis through his jeans as he pressed into her butt. When he
had locked her boots onto the bar now between her legs, the motion and new
body angles had really set the vibrations inside her going. The vibrator
felt like it was several inches deeper 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.
The new position also had taken just that much more slack out of the chains
suspending her to the oak beam. She was almost balancing on the heels, and
held upright by the chains around her wrists. She found there was very
little freedom to move - she couldn't seem to get the jiggle motion going -
the tension in the chains and the inability to use her toes to lift her body
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 oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god!" 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 first she heard the zipping noise of his jeans zipper and
the rustle of fabric, and 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 still
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 sooooooo 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 of her.
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
continuously, 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 experiences with men and with 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. His fingers then reached up and removed the headphones from
where they perched on her head, and they and the walkman joined her halter
top on the floor.
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 with her being essentially
helpless 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 hanging spread-eagled from
her bedroom ceiling!
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 slap-bang against her thighs followed by a
quick pullout and then another deep thrust, and another and another --- and
then suddenly she felt him coming inside of her. He pulled her backward
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 (forth?) orgasm
herself, shaking and screaming.
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Continued in Chapter 6: What would you do with a Passed out Maiden?
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