Archive-name: Bondage/bet7.txt Archive-author: John Carter Archive-title: Bet, The - Part 7 She felt it on her left side. It was hard, and perhaps three inches long. It seemed to be rectangular with each of the remaining sides less than an inch long ... which described everything from a ball point pen to a chisel. "If you were able to see what was on your stomach you'd be at least a little apprehensive, maybe even frightened." Came his voice, soft like a silk scarf running along your leg. "What the hell was that thing?" She wondered. Her arms were tied above her at the head of the bed. Her feet were tied to a pole two or three feet apart and that was firmly fastened in some way to the bottom of the bed. She was naked of course. She had lost track of the number of times she had come. She'd already given him two numbers of the three digit combination. Her ability to withstand whatever he was doing or going to do would determine which of them had pubic hair come the dawn. Her nipples were extremely sensitive at the moment. He'd used something that (brushed?) her breasts and had touched every square millimeter of her flesh except for the nipples themselves. Not only were her loins on fire, desperate to have him penetrate her, but her breasts were equally needing of attention. "I want you to know no matter how much you would worry, I've made sure they are not TOO tight." Again his soft voice played on her. He found himself staring at her body for seconds at a time without realizing that he had lost concentration on the problem at hand. His cock was as hard as he could stand. Her smell maddened him. He bit down on his knuckle to allow him to focus again. He quietly took a deep breath and went back to work. One of his bare hands touched her stomach. He gently scratched her just below the navel with his nails. His hand drifted down a little lower, just touching the top of her hair. The gentle scratching continued. "I intend to carry out the rules of the bet to the letter, and WHERE POSSIBLE, minimize your pain." The hand drifted down further into her pubic hair. The rough contact on the sides of her breast continued. He would halt one, keeping it in contact while the other began to move. In this way her focus kept switching from place to place, but without any calming of the fires his touches were exciting. His hand drifted down. All of his fingers were in the hair on her mound. He forced her to focus on the lack of attention her clit and her pussy were getting. She successfully stifled a moan. His hand cupped the whole area of her sex, touching all of the exterior surface, penetrating her not at all. "When I put this on your breast, I want you to come. Do you understand?" She refused to respond. If she answered, she knew that he would easily be able to bring her to orgasm with his voice alone (yes, she was as horny as that). She closed her eyes tight and pretended to hear nothing. "I have Ice in the kitchen if you need encouragement to answer my questions." As he spoke his index finger insinuated itself into her slit, not really penetrating her, only touching her wetness. Not penetrating her was very difficult. The ice from the kitchen would be helpful now, pressed against the back of his neck, the melted water trickling down his back. "Being tied during this was the easy part," he thought. "Knowing that she was ready, wet, and eager and there for the taking without taking advantage, now that was the difficult part." She stuck her tongue out at him again. "I understand." she said, amazed at how husky her voice sounded. He reached down and picked up the clothes pin. He had stretched it's spring earlier to make sure that it didn't pinch too tightly. As he attached it to her hard left nipple, he was pleased to note that she first grasped in pain before being overcome by the intensity of the sensation. He heard the familiar sound of her orgasm as he attached the second one to her right breast. She was overcome by the sensations. His hand was replaced in her awareness by the points of pain/sensation on her nipples. She found herself thinking, "They hurt so good!" as she was washed away by the feeling. Somehow she knew that they only felt tight, that the sensation was mostly from her nipples' hardness, not from the squeezing they were receiving (from WHAT?). And of course, she was coming. She was not even aware of the sound coming from her throat, the low sound of a woman in the throws of passion. The orgasm seemed centered in her brests. She squirmed under the unrelenting sensation that the clothes pins placed on them. She was totally bound, totally immobile, and still she squirmed. When he began moving his hand, she didn't begin coming harder, she just reached a new plateau of sensation, the orgasm no longer centered in one place. Instead her whole body seemed to be coming. She could feel her vaginal opening throbbing less than an inch from his finger, begging for attention. She could feel an orgasm that seemed to radiate from her whole being. Watching her toss and turn as she came was getting to be too much for him. He could actually see her vagina opening and closing; thinking about how that would feel on his cock was too much for him. "I should have brought the ice from the kitchen" he found himself thinking. As he touched her clit, she heard him say, "And the final number?" She bid down on her lip to avoid answering. She knew somehow that this was unfair. She wasn't sure how, but she couldn't remember being this high before, hadn't thought that there would be a way for him to use her body against her this effectively. "And when you tell me what the last number is, I'm going to go down on you until you beg me to stop." Something higher pitched than a moan escaped her. For a moment she couldn't remember the last number, but seconds later she said a single word, "Twenty-two." Seconds later, the clothes pins still on her nipples, she felt his tongue going up and down her slit. Of course she came again instantly, and very strongly from this. She thrust her loins against his mouth, trying to get his tongue to replace the cock she desperately wanted. His left hand gripped her ass. For a short time she simply reveled in the sensation of his contact with her then she felt her left leg free. She nearly wound it about him. The freedom after her confinement was incredibly powerful. Moments later her right leg was also free. Both of his hands gripped her now. After a particularly powerful orgasm, he pulled away and then was on top of her, in her. Still blindfolded, she could only feel him, noting that his shorts were still on, only pulled down a bit at the sides. "He couldn't wait." she thought. He was terribly aroused. He could only last a couple of minutes before he exploded in her belly. He collapsed and lay on her for a moment. His hand slipped up and untied her arms, lastly taking off her blindfold. Blinking into the light she saw that the clock now said 11:58. It changed to 11:59 as she watched. She wound her arms around him cradling him until she saw the clock change again. It was reading 12:05 when they sat up. "Do you want me to use something like NAIR or just a razor?" He asked. "Shouldn't you try the combination first?" She grinned at him. --