Who Won This Bet?
A special story
Written by:  your good boy

Authors note (05/29/1998):

The following story contains graphical, descriptions of bondage and consensual sex.  If you are not of legal age, a resident of a state or territory that forbids, or you are easily offended by erotic material...Stop!!!

Many references are made in this story about songs written and performed by Sarah McLachlan.  These songs are from the CD "Fumbling Towards Ecstasy" which are copyrighted.   Since they were really present during the story, they are used here without permission of all those legal folks.

This is a true story about bondage and consensual sex..  Unlike future stories in this series, the characters in this story are based on real people.  I have changed the names to protect both the innocent and the "guilty."  I hope it excites you as much as it did me ... both writing it and living it.
 
 
 

Who Won This Bet?
A special story
Written by:  your good boy
 

Every since I was eight or nine years old, I have had fantasies of being tied-up and sexually "used" by lovely women.  On a few occasions during my early adolescence, I had light bondage sessions with a neighborhood girl (referred to as "Mandy" in my first story - "Drew's Introduction to Bondage").  On one occasion, "Mandy" tied me, naked, to a bed and jacked me off.  Then we traded positions and I fingered her to an orgasm.  It was the first time I ever knew a girl (woman) could have an orgasm.

The next 35 years, I fantasized about bondage, kidnapping, and forced sex.  Many TV shows and movies fueled my fantasies.  But I never had occasion to act upon them.

My wife of over twenty years is fairly "straight-laced" when it comes to sex --- a little petting and kissing, then regular sex.  Everything else is kinky in her opinion.  She's a great lady, my best friend, and the love of my life.  But, she has never been willing to experiment in sex.

Over the past few years, I have gotten an education in bondage and female domination via the Internet.  I realized my dreams and fantasies were very common.  I realized they were also not the same as most FemDoms or Dominatrixes share.

But I began to wonder if they could be acted out within the framework of our marriage.  I began sharing my dreams with her.  She thought I was very kinky.  But, she began to make comments about "really surprising" me some day.

Alas, my opportunity arrived.

We were helping a relative move to a new home, and she insisted we make a bet on someone's effort to help.  We never agreed to terms of the bet -- her first mistake.

I won!!!

She reluctantly admitted I had won.  Then she asked me the terms.

I told her she would have to wait until that night.  I would tell her when it was time to pay up.  I knew she thought it would simply be wearing a teddy and having "straight" sex.  But I had totally different plans.

We went out to eat dinner, and I frequently mentioned the bet throughout the ride to and from the restaurant, and throughout the meal.  I never gave her any indication as to my plans.

Finally we arrived home.  I set the CD Player for continuous play and put in a very special CD, "Fumbling Towards Ecstasy" by Sarah McLachlan.  The first song started to play, "Possession".  It's one of my favorite songs, on my favorite CD.  The sensual, pulsating rhythm coupled with her lustful voice really create a mood for me, especially the chorus.

 And I would be the one
 to hold you down,
 Kiss you so hard
 I'll take your breath away,
 And after I'd wipe away the tears
 Just close your eyes dear.
 

 We sat in the bed.  She asked me the terms.  I gave her a big hug and passionate kiss.  I held her hands and looked deep into her green eyes.

"The terms are very simple," I said.

"Number one - you have to tie me, naked, to the bed."

"Number two - you cannot untie me until I have had at least one orgasm."

"Number three - you may cause my orgasm any way you wish."

"Number four - gags and blindfolds are optional, your choice."

"Number five - you may wear anything you like, or nothing if you wish."

"Number six - I am at your mercy until you untie me."

"That's it, no other rules," I said.

She looked at me in disbelief.  "You're sick!"  was her first reply.  "I don't want to tie you up - that's disgusting."

I looked at her and said, 'You don't have to do it if you don't want to honor your bet."

"I think it's sick.  It isn't love.  It's hate and violence.  It's against everything I was ever taught."  She pulled her hands from mine.

"It's not hate and violence, it's a fantasy I've had for over thirty years."   I answered.  "But, you don't have to do it.  We can forget the bet."

"No, I made the bet, I'll keep it."  She looked really torn.  "But, I'll never make another bet with you,"

I smiled, "At least unless you know the terms first?"

"Oh!  I'll do it," was her only reply.

She had me go get some old cloth rope we bought for our clothes line but never used.

"Take your clothes off and lie down.  I'm not going to blindfold or gag you."

"That's your choice - you're in control."

She wrapped one piece of rope around my wrist three times and tied it high on the bedpost.  She used another piece of rope and tied the other wrist the same way.  She wrapped the rope tight enough to be uncomfortable.  My arms were spread tight, with no slack and raised off the bed about six inches, so I couldn't just rest them.

"If I have to do this, I'm going to make you very uncomfortable," she grumbled.

"Just so you don't cut off the circulation," I answered.

"If I do, that's your problem, not mine."  Her disgust was obvious.

She took two more pieces of rope and tied my legs to the bedposts.  I was stretched tightly, in the classic spread-eagle.  The rope was "stretchy" enough to allow slight movement, but it cut off my circulation if I pulled against it.

"Now, I suppose you want me to have sex," disgust continued to fill her voice.

"You can make me cum any way you want.  It doesn't have to be sex.  And you can make it take as long as you want.  You can get it over with now, or you can make me squirm for as long as you want."  I restated the rules.

"Well, I have to go to the bathroom."  She turned and walked out of the room.

"I'll be here.  I'm not going anywhere." I hoped my humor would lighten her mood.

I laid there for several minutes.  The music pulsated in my ears.  Her lack of attention was driving me crazy.  My arms and legs started to ache from being stretched.  If I relaxed my arms, the ropes would cut into my wrists.  Then my nose began to itch.  Every squirm caused my hands to tingle.  The helplessness got me highly aroused.  I had a throbbing erection.

She finally returned after about five minutes.  She was wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.  She sat next to me on the bed.  Her foot and leg were barely touching my thigh, about half way to the knee.  Just enough to frustrate me.

"I suppose you expect me to wear a teddy and do a strip-tease." She said, disgust still in her voice.  "Well, that's too bad.  I don't want to."

Sometimes, just a light, incidental touch can be unbelievably erotic.  The light contact of her leg was driving me crazy.  I couldn't tell her what to do, my own rules said she was in control.  I squirmed against the ropes, rubbing my right leg against hers.  She smiled for the first time, realizing I was really turned on.

She slowly began to rub my foot and ankle.  She ran her fingers up to my knee, tickling my leg.  The more I squirmed and twisted, the tighter the ropes became on my wrists, and the more enlarged my penis became.  I already had pre-cum oozing from me, which she noticed.  She took her finger and wiped it away, torturing the head of my dick in the process.

"You aren't going to cum yet!  I'm starting to enjoy this," she said, a smile on her face and a wicked tone to her voice.

She played with my knee and ankle for several minutes.  Slowly, her hand worked upwards, tickling my thigh in agonizing torment.  Finally her hand reached my testicles.  She lightly rubbed her fingernail across my sac.  At first it tickled and excited me.  Then it became more of a scratch, leaving little red welts.  My dick throbbed in anticipation.  I squirmed.  I arched my back, trying to thrust against her hand.  She wouldn't let me dictate the pace.

Suddenly, she stopped teasing my balls.  She moved her fingers to my nipple and began making small, slow circles around my little bud.  She leaned over me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.  Then she stood up and walked towards the door.

"I going to finish the crossword puzzle." She said softly as she left the room.

I know I told her she could take as long as she wanted, but I was going crazy with lust.  My dick was throbbing.  My balls were full of blood and cum.  My legs and arms were aching.  My wrists were sagging against the ropes, which were tightening around them.  I lifted my arms to relieve the pressure.  My fingers and palms tingled, but still had fairly normal color.

I wanted her to finish me now, but her "indifference" was turning me on more than constant attention did.  I was really aroused, my dick sticking straight in the air.  My mind raced with excitement and frustration.  Then I noticed the music on the stereo, the song is "Ice".

 The ice is thin
 Come on, dive in
 Underneath my lucid skin
 The cold is lost, forgotten

 Hours pass, days pass, Time stands still
 Light gets dark and darkness fills my secret heart -
 forbidden ...

The music, I had picked, was adding to my frustration and excitement.

 Tied down to this bed of shame
 You tried to move around the pain
 But oh, your soul is anchored.
 

About ten minutes had passed, when she returned with a bowl in her hand.  At first I thought she was going to tease me by eating something and pretending to ignore me.  Then my eyes got really big.

Ice cubes!!!!

She took one cube out of the bowl and began to rub it on my right tit.  The highly-aroused nipple shriveled against the cold, then became hard again.  She spent several minutes torturing first one, then the other nipple.  I squirmed to escape the cold, but only tightened the ropes around my wrists and ankles.

She stopped "icing" me for a few minutes.  I gradually stopped squirming from the streams of melted ice, coldly running down my ribs and arm pits.  I started to breathe a little more normally.  My dick was throbbing more than I ever remember.

Suddenly, I noticed a familiar smell.  She was no longer disgusted at this "sick" thing.  She was no longer hesitant.  She was very excited.  I could smell her love juices flowing from her lovely vagina.

 She pulled her shorts and panties down her legs, tossing them on the floor.  She straddled my chest, clad only in the T-shirt.  I could see her nipples straining against the cloth.  She hated to wear a bra, and had obviously removed it earlier.

She reached forward, grabbing my forearms.  Her weight forced my arms down, stretching the ropes, tightening around my wrists.  She teased my lips with hers.  She rubbed my chest with her moist pubic hair.

 Hold on
 Hold on to yourself
 This is gonna hurt like hell.

The song is "Hold On".  How perfectly it described the moment.

 Hold on
 Hold on to yourself
 For this is gonna hurt like hell!

She pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it towards the shorts on the floor.  Her large, magnificent breasts were taunting my lips.  She slowly rubbed her nipples across my lips, not letting me use my mouth to caress them.  Every gyration of her hips pulls tighter on my arms and legs, the rope biting my skin.  Every sway of her breasts teases my lips.  The pain, the teasing, the ecstasy.

She stretches out, laying on my chest with her breasts mashing against my nose and mouth.  I gasp for breath.  I love her large breasts. I want to suck them, lick them.  They are beginning to smother me.  But, I don't mind.

She reaches down and grabs my throbbing dick.  She rises to her knees and mounts me like she was riding a horse.  Slowly, she eases her dripping vagina over my dick.  Slowly, inching down until I am completely enveloped.  I try to thrust, but the ropes only allow a small, frustrating movement.

She continued to slowly move upward, then downward.  Not high enough to satisfy me.  Not fast enough for my desire.  Still she slowly, slightly gyrated on top of me.  A wicked, teasing smile now broke across her lips.  She knew she had me totally at her mercy.  And she was making the most of it.

I felt I would die if she didn't speed up and thrust further.  I was ready to explode in a violent, ecstasy-filled orgasm.  But she wouldn't let me release.  Her juices rolled down my shaft and onto my balls.  My heart pounded.  My face flushed.  My wrists and ankles were being lightly cut by the cloth.  My fingers and toes tingled from lack of blood.

Her face was flushed, also.  She began to increase the rhythm of her thrusts.  They became longer, deeper.  Her breathing grew shallow to match mine.  Her green eyes sparkled.  Her red hair fell forward, framing her beautiful face.  Her body glistened in a thin film of her perspiration.  From years of partnership, I could tell she was on the verge of a tremendous orgasm.

I could now feel a desperation in her thrusts.  I could sense an intensity greater than she had felt in years.  She had experimented at the beginning, finding just the right angle, just the right motion to make her thrusts bring the perfect sensations.  Now, she was reaping the fruits of her careful exploitation.  She began to moan and gasp uncontrollably.  Her body trembled and quaked.  Her vagina tightly clamped around my aching shaft.

That was all I needed.  I convulsed and let out a throaty scream.  My hot sperm spewed deep into her shivering body.  My muscles strained against the ropes.  I longed to embrace her, to hug her like I never had before.  Each tug only dug the ropes deeper into my raw flesh.

We both continued to spasm, cum spurting inside her.  Her juices and my cum rolling through her vaginal lips and onto my balls.  Her muscles contracted, then relaxed involuntarily, continuing to pump my sperm from its source.

Finally, she collapsed upon my chest.  Her strength was totally spent.  Her perspiration mixing with mine, soaking our flesh.  Her warm vagina smothered my now shrinking shaft.  We lay together for several minutes.  We were delirious with passion.  We were enraptured with our love for each other.

My whole body ached from my bondage.  My shoulders and hips were stiff from strict immobility.  My arms and legs ached.  My wrists and ankles were raw and puffy.  My fingers and toes tingled from lack of blood.  I began to squirm.

She rolled off my chest and lay beside me.  Her breasts were pressed into my right side, tickling my ribs.  Her wet mound pressed against my right hip, smearing our warm love juices on my skin.  Her right foot moved up and down my leg.  Her right hand fondled my stiff nipples.  She kissed and nibbled my ear.

 All fear has left me now
 I'm not frightened anymore

 It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh
 It's my mouth that pushes out this breath

 And if I shed a tear, I won't cage it
 I won't fear love
 And if I feel rage, I won't deny it
 I won't fear love.
 

"Do your arms and legs hurt?" She sounded concerned.

"Yes, my fingers are tingling," I replied.  "Are you going to untie me now?"

"I don't think so," she grinned.  "I'm beginning to enjoy having you like this."

"Well, I made the rules," I quipped.  "I guess I have to live by them."

"OK! Be quiet now, I want to take a nap."

She snuggled closer to my side and quickly dozed off.  Her peaceful breathing caused her breasts to push lightly against my ribs, then recede only to push again.  I couldn't move, so I lay there thinking how wonderful this had been.  The stereo had begun to play the CD again.  The pulsating, primal rhythm of the instruments and the throaty voice of Sarah McLachlan echoed in my mind.

 And I would be the one
 to hold you down,
 Kiss you so hard
 I'll take your breath away,
 And after I'd wipe away the tears
 Just close your eyes dear.
 ("Possession")

My mind lapsed into ecstasy as I remembered her leaving me to "stew" about my predicament.

 Hours pass, days pass, Time stands still
 Light gets dark and darkness fills my secret heart -
 forbidden ...

 Tied down to this bed of shame
 You tried to move around the pain
 But oh, your soul is anchored.
 ("Ice")

I felt the tingle in my fingers, but could still move them.  My muscles ached from being stretched, immobile for over an hour.  I lifted my arms to relieve the tightening of the ropes around my wrists.  My arms ached so bad I couldn't keep them up.  My hands sank back to the bed, the ropes again tightening around my wrists.

 Hold on
 Hold on to yourself
 This is gonna hurt like hell.

 Hold on
 Hold on to yourself
 For this is gonna hurt like hell!
 ("Hold On")

I began to feel a stirring in my crotch.  I was getting another erection.  The excitement was beginning to build.  I began to squirm against her.  Hoping to awaken her.  Hoping she would be in "the mood."

She mumbled as she awoke.  Her arms stretched as she rolled onto her back.

"Why did you wake me up?"  she seemed perturbed.

"I want you to make love to me again," I said, half begging.

"I'm too sleepy," she grumbled.  "Now be quiet so I can sleep."

"Please," I implored.

She rolled off of the bed and onto her feet.  She staggered half asleep to the dresser.  She returned with her a pair of panties and a scarf.

"Open wide for Mommy," she chuckled.  She shoved the panties into my mouth and tied the scarf around my head.  The scarf cut lightly into my cheeks.

"Mmmmph!!" I grunted.

"That's right," she chuckled.  "Be quiet and I may do this again some time."

"Mmmmph!!" I grunted again.

"Shhh!  I'm going back to sleep."

She climbed in bed and snuggled against me.  She moved her right hand and began to massage my throbbing dick.  Gradually her hand stopped moving.  She gently held my dick in her hand.  She gently kissed my shoulder.

 All fear has left me now
 I'm not frightened anymore

 It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh
 It's my mouth that pushes out this breath

 And if I shed a tear, I won't cage it
 I won't fear love
 And if I feel rage, I won't deny it
 I won't fear love.
 ("Fumbling Towards Ecstasy")
 

She sighed and whispered, "You just lay there and be my good boy."
 
 

- the end -
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