Bondage/bet7
                                    John Carter
                                  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.

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  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.
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