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Archive-name: Bondage/bet8.txt
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Archive-author: John Carter
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Archive-title: Bet, The - Part 8
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He tried the lock a second time. Of course, it refused
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to open. Each time he glanced her way she was grinning.
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She refused to speak to him. Instead she just took his
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shoulders and laid him down in her old space on the bed. She
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tied his hands to the two corners of the headboard, and with a
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little more difficulty, tied his knees apart with the board at
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the foot of the bed.
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Giving him a long lingering kiss, she blindfolded him and
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left the room.
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As she had tied him, he had become hard again. He was
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pleased to have thought up the blindfold, though more pleased to
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have used it than to have felt it's disorienting effects.
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Her smell was still strong in the room. As he noticed
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it, he could feel himself becoming harder. He was glad the bet
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had limited her winnings. He knew he couldn't have stood the
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amount of teasing that she had evidently taken in stride.
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He could hear the shower running. It went on for some
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minutes. He could smell her scent still on his lips. It was
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very tantilizing to be aroused (physically), have her smell on
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himself and not to be able to touch himself.
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The shower stopped. He heard her enter. A moment later
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he felt a hot wash rag wrapped around his cock and balls as well
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his lower stomach.
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