Archive-name: Bondage/bet8.txt

Archive-author: John Carter

Archive-title: Bet, The - Part 8





        He tried the lock a second time.  Of course, it refused 

to open.  Each time he glanced her way she was grinning.  

        She refused to speak to him.  Instead she just took his 

shoulders and laid him down in her old space on the bed.  She 

tied his hands to the two corners of the headboard,  and with a 

little more difficulty, tied his knees apart with the board at 

the foot of the bed.  

        Giving him a long lingering kiss, she blindfolded him and 

left the room.

        As she had tied him, he had become hard again.  He was 

pleased to have thought up the blindfold, though more pleased to 

have used it than to have felt it's disorienting effects.  

        Her smell was still strong in the room.  As he noticed 

it, he could feel himself becoming harder.  He was glad the bet 

had limited her winnings.  He knew he couldn't have stood the 

amount of teasing that she had evidently taken in stride.

        He could hear the shower running.  It went on for some 

minutes.  He could smell her scent still on his lips.  It was 

very tantilizing to be aroused (physically), have her smell on 

himself and not to be able to touch himself.  

        The shower stopped.  He heard her enter.  A moment later 

he felt a hot wash rag wrapped around his cock and balls as well

his lower stomach.



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