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Archive-name: Bondage/bet1.txt
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Archive-author: John Carter
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Archive-title: Bet, The
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Her arms were tied to the corner posts of the bed. At
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the moment they were just restrained. There was no pressure
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unless she tried to pull away. The teri-cloth belt from each of
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their robes held her in place more firmly than she would have
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imagined.
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Her feet were bound to something that kept her knees
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apart, wide apart. She wasn't sure what it was, but a broom
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stick was her current guess. The blindfold left her no clue that
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didn't come in from another sense. It was quite effective.
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Somehow the stick held her feet not only apart, but down.
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She couldn't tell how it did that. Was it tied to the bottom of
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the bed? Mike had blindfolded her before doing anything else so
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she wouldn't know what was going on.
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The bet seemed serious now. It was still fun, but there
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was an edge of determination and a small one of fear. What would
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he do to get her to give him the combination?
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The chest at the foot of the bed was sealed with a
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combination padlock. She had bought it this morning and hidden
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the combination under the silverware divider in the drawer in the
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kitchen. The numbers swam in her head: Five-fourteen-nine.
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Would she be able to keep the combination secret until midnight?
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The thought of that filled her with the oddest series of
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sensations.
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She was naked, of course. He was allowed to do anything
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that didn't leave a mark, with the understanding that whatever he
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did couldn't have as it's basic purpose causing pain. He could
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swat her ass, but only as part of something else, not to cause
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her to tell because of the pain.
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Or as he'd put it, "I can make you come so much that
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you'll do anything to get me to stop."
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Her eyebrows had gone straight up at that. It was an
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extremely rare event for her to tire out before any boy she had
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ever slept with had run out steam. She was almost always ready
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for more. The only times she could remember not wanting to
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continue had been in the extremely early morning after a very
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full day. Today she was rested. She'd slept late. She
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expected to enjoy this and then to win the bet.
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Put simply, the loser would have his or her pubic hair
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removed as the penalty for losing.
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She couldn't help grinning as she thought of him on his
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back, legs spread, with foam over his crotch as she said, "Let's
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be very still. We don't want any accidents down here, do we?"
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The idea of shaving his scrotum especially appealed to her.
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Something cold hit her left breast. It was only a drop
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of water, but being blindfolded she had no warning of it's
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approach. It felt much more shocking and ... sort of painful
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because of the surprize.
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A second drop hit her on the other side of her breast. A
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second later a very cold drop hit her nipple. She could feel it
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harden as the water slowly ran off.
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She heard a small sound near her night table. (The ice
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cube being put in a glass?)
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Mike's mouth fastened on her left nipple. Again it was
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unexpected. This had an effect too. Mike was very good at this
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and knew how sensitive her breasts were. She could feel the
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familiar desire for him to go on building in her stomach.
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It had been 5:30 when he had started blindfolding her.
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Holding out till midnight might be fun.
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A small moan escaped her lips as his hand lightly pinched
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her right nipple.
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