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THE WAGER
By Sailor861
With Super Bowl XXXVIIII fast approaching, Sunday,Feb. 2, 2004, office talk and lotteries ramped to full speed in dawn bright'sstore in downtown Philadelphia. But "db," as she was known far andwide, couldn't care less.
She was not at all interested in pro sports and the prospect of watching24 big, heavily-padded men chase up and down a big, long field, throwing eachother to the ground and running for an ovoid pigskin ball, was silly, funnyand overblown to her sensibilities. And she could care less who the New EnglandPatriots and Carolina Panthers were; a bunch of big, overpaid athletes withmore intelligence between their legs than inside their helmets, she thought.
In fact, that late-January Friday morning, she was more interested in thenew guy in the store, Richard somebody, who had just turned up from North Carolinato manage a company project to install new computers in the busy store.
Tall, quiet, dark and weathered after having spent considerable time at sea,she was told, dawn, a sales supervisor, found him moderately attractive. Hewas at least six feet tall, she estimated, with a short military haircut, browneyes and an easygoing manner with a somewhat-charming Carolinas drawl in abaritone voice. She was informed by Gail Penny, her best friend, Richard wasliving alone, in a one-bedroom apartment somewhere downtown, but drove a snazzy,cherry-red 2004 Mustang with North Carolina plates that had caught her eyewhen he arrived at the office last week.
Dawn, who had broken off with her boyfriend 16 months ago, was now singleand quite available. Her sex life also had diminished to near zero since BillyBobBottoms, her former 'significant other,' had left her for another 'bimbo' acrosstown who, she was told, was planning to, or had already become, a bondage-moviestarlet.
Years ago, dawn had only vaguely heard the word "bondage" and thoughtit was a term for that silly, exclusive domain of lurid, red-covered men'smagazines and trashy internet sites run by low-life, moneygrubbing creeps withorganized-crime connections who bound, teased and force-orgasmed women forfun and profit.
But little did she know SuperBowl Sunday night would be her first introductionto bondage at the hands of her new co-worker who just happened to be a hardenedex-seaman with long years of experience in linehandling, knots, bends and hitches-- and a penchant for seducing and betraying unsuspecting, ordinary women intobondage and indulging consensual rape fantasies.
At lunch break, dawn went into the ladies' room, spruced up her long, redhair, freshened her makeup, took off her bra that was digging into her, gaveher prominent, pink nipples a little squeeze and went off to introduce herselfto "the Canadian."
Wearing her all-black store uniform, she attracted a few glances from shoppersand sales staff as she strolled, breasts undulating nicely, across the salesfloor.
"Hey Dawn, come on down here and help me with this aisle for a minute,Jolene called from one of rows of children's clothing.
"Later, Joey," dawn said, as she swayed toward the small officearea where Richard worked.
She knocked on the first door on her right and strolled in, casually askingif there was anything she could do to help the newcomer, 'the Carolinian,'today.
Richard looked up at dawn and felt his erection growing just a little. 'W-wow,'he said to himself; 'where did this babe come from?' He had not yet been introducedto everyone and only vaguely recalled seeing dawn in the staff lounge one morningat lunch break.
"Oh, you're Dawn, aren't you? One of the sales reps?" he asked,standing up to shake her hand. "I'm Richard, come in, come in; sit down."
Dawn sat on the big, heavy wood chair in front of his cluttered desk, crossedher knees, showing a little more thigh than usual, and said: "Richard,I know you're new in town and are probably alone this SuperBowl weekend; Iam, too, and I, um, I've got a nice color TV at home and was wondering if you'dcare to come over Sunday afternoon and watch the game? That's if you're notdoing anything else. My roomate is gone for the weekend and . . . ."
She gave him her warmest 'come-hither' smile and took her glasses off, turninghim a little blurry.
Richard, an energetic, 58-year-old divorcee, was tired of sitting alone mostweekends in his little, one-bedroom apartment in downtown Philadelphia andcould not believe his good fortune. This well-dressed, good-looking gal andthe only sales person who wore a skirt to report to work, had just asked himto her place this weekend.
"Well, thank you very much; I appreciate the invitation," he said,engaging her soft brown eyes and looking at her shapely figure. You're verykind."
Dawn gave a small smile and said: "About two?"
"I'll be there; thanks Ms. smith."
"That's Dawn."
"Then I'll be there at 1:55.
"See you then, Richard."
Dawn stood and walked out of the little office, blissfully unaware of thetaut bondage and attentions that would fulfil her long-held "Fay Wrayfantasy," she hoped, lay about 30 hours away.
LATER THAT DAY
Dawn, never a gambling woman, would later that day enter into a bet withher new acquaintance that if her team, the Carolina Panthers, won by a three-pointmargin, she would get to borrow Richard's car for seven days, along with twofillups. Richard, on the other hand, said if he accepted her wager and histeam, the Patriots, won by three points, that dawn would have to give him onespecial wish: a combination of strict rope bondage and to turn her body overto his attentions for at least six hours.
Dawn, incredulous at Richard's request, was too dumbfounded to ask him toexplain himself and chose instead to cheer on the Panthers, hoping she wouldwin.
History would show she would lose -- final score 32-29, Patriots over thePanthers -- on a last-second field goal that had fans, commentators and housewivesalike groaning and cheering coast-to-coast, Sunday, Feb. 1, 2005.
At exactly 1:55 p.m., Feb. 1, SuperBowl Sunday, Dawn's doorbell rang andDawn, wearing tight Calvin Klein designer jeans and a snug "I Love Panthers" t-shirt,scampered to answer the door of her tidy, two-bedroom duplex midway betweendowntown Philly and the suburbs.
"Hi, Dawn; harya?" Richard said, holding a six-pack of beer, abig bag of popcorn and a small object she did not pay any attention to. Hewas wearing a Patriots t-shirt under his bomber jacket that showed off hisslim, muscular physique. Dawn, glancing at her new houseguest, thought herweekend could be worthwhile after all.
"Come in, Richard," dawn said, giving him a cozy, but slightlycool, smile. She hadn't realized just how big and tall he actually was, ashe towered over her 5-3 frame by almost nine inches, his jeans and trim bluet-shirt under his bomber jacket showing off a physique that belied his years.
The game was just starting and Richard and dawn sat slightly apart on herbig bed, facing the 19-inch color TV. Little did Richard know that just a fewfeet away, in Dawn's bedroom, lay a wealth of bondage gear, vibrators, dildoes,love balls – even a pyrex butt plug – that belied Dawn's demure,outward appearances.
Dawn feigned interest in the big game, as the rivals' fortunes waxed andwaned over the first two quarters but was quietly relieved when halftime came.The Patriots were ahead 14-10 but the Panthers were snarling back, the announcersinformed.
'Ho-hum,' dawn thought, as she got up to stretch her legs. She did not seeRichard's small, zipped-closed flight bag of hemprope, a big red ballgag andother bondage items beside him on the floor by the bed.
The second half dragged for Dawn, the cheers, excited announcers' voicesand big, panoramic shots of the huge SuperDome not interesting her in the least.
As the exciting 4 th quarter wound down, Richardtook Dawn's right as the final seconds wound down. Then . . . .
"Yippee, I win!" Richard said happily, as the New Englandkicker's 47-yard field goal sailed through the Panthers' uprights, puttingthe Patriots ahead by exactly three points as the big digital clock at theSuperDome flashed OO:OO to pandemonium and rapturousTV announcers' voices across America.
Dawn gulped and said: "Well, Richard, what is it that you would liketo do with me?" she said, idly hoping he may have forgotten. He didn't.
Richard sat quietly for a few seconds, turned to her and said in a clearvoice: "Stand, Dawn, and turn your back to me; do not look around."
Dawn did not see the boxcutter in his left hand as she got up nervously,wondering just what he had in mind.
She stood there for several seconds as Richard told her to stand perfectlystill, close her eyes and hold her breath.
Dawn thought this was just a practical joke until she felt the cool bladeof the sharp boxcutter at the back of her snug T-shirt; then, in one quickslash downward, her t-shirt was sliced in two and Richard gently slipped itoff her shoulders, baring her back to him.
"Ah, good," he said.
Dawn's hands flew to her bare breasts and she flushed deeply as Richard pulledher arms down by her sides, turning her around roughly.
"Wha . . . ? What? Wait!! Richard, what are you going to do now?" Dawnasked nervously. "I . . . Yeoww!"
"Quiet!," Richard said firmly, holding her left nipple hard withhis right hand as his left quickly sliced her jeans down the outside seam,then, just as easily, slashing them into large pieces at the waistband andcrotch.
In five seconds, with Richard still gripping her left nipple, Dawn's clotheslay at her feet and she was frightened, awed, awkward and turned on – allat the same time.
"You better pay for those Calvin Klein jeans, buster," she saidangrily, pressing her luck against this determined man as he let go his vice-grip-likehold on her breast. "Ouch; not so darn hard."
'Nice body, Ms. bright; very nice," Richard said, as he tossed the sharp,yellow-handled razor knife into his flight bag. "Forget the jeans fornow. And your top."
Dawn did not know whether to stand or run, so shocked was she at this incredibleturn of events that shocked her and sent an electrical current of sexualitycoursing through her loins and her newly-shaven pussy.
Richard them firmly grabbed her, twisted her arms behind her back and expertly,and very tightly, bound her forearms to the small of her back in a complex,Japanese-cradle rope harness using soft, 1/8 th -inchhempcord.
Dawn winced as he wrapped doubled loops around her arms, pulling each passfar tighter than it should be.
Richard smiled grimly as he secured her elbows then passed eight bights aboveand below her breasts, confining her 40C breasts in cord in a way that combinedDawn's pleasure with equal amounts of pain.
Dawn had only been tied up once before in her life, by her roomate when shewas an 18-year-old sophomore, but had stashed the prank in her vaguely-fondsexual-encounter memories of 25 years ago.
"Sit here," he ordered.
Dawn sat and noticed the large, growing bulge in Richard's tight bluejeans,reminding her of the prow of a sailing vessel she saw on the internet not longago.
"Tell me how that feels."
Dawn was at a loss for words; it had been several years since she felt ropeson her body and old memories began trickling back. She recalled the shock,embarrassment and comedy of the amateurish tieup in the dormitory, after shehad lost a dare to her cute roommate, but she had never been bound as thoroughlythis way. Her normally orderly mind was confused at the swath of emotions shefelt.
"I . . . I, um, I don't know, Richard; why do you want to tie me up,anyway? Why can't we just, ah, make hamburgers for supper, or something? Wouldyou like to play scrabble, maybe, instead. Or something?"
"Something!" Richard said cryptically, as he pushed her naked,bound body back onto the couch roughly and, still dressed, slipped his hardcock out, mounted her, and rammed his engine of love full force deep insideDawn's open, pink sex.
Dawn gasped at the shock and sudden jolt of pain as Richard's thick, longpenis moved her insides, so powerfully was he slamming himself into her.
" Mrrrarrrr ," Dawn groaned, realizing thisis the first time she had ever been 'date-raped'. " Agghhh, oh." Asmall smile traced across her lips, unseen by Richard.
"Quiet," Richard hissed in her ear. "Ssssshhhh. Not a word."
Dawn closed her mouth, breathing through her nose not noticing Richard hadreached down and gabbed the big, red ballgag from his little kit of bondagegear he had brought along specially for her.
"What is that ?" she gasped, looking at thered ball and back at her assailant, never having seen a gag before, Richard'sthick cock, still deep inside her, suddenly an afterthought..
"Open, Dawn," he said. "Wide."
" Mmm-nnn ," she said, shaking her head,pursing her lips into a flat crease.
Richard pounded her throbbing pussy 16 times, hard, fast and deep, bringinga sweat to Dawn's brow and a pant to her lips as he held her arms over herhead on her bed, her legs spread wide for comfort. Her eyes open wide in shockand amazement, she gasped for air; then, gritting her teeth, reluctantly openedher mouth and Richard promptly slipped the two-inch-diameter red sphere hardbehind her straight, white teeth.
Dawn, still helpless and bound with a strong, 185-pound man fully on topof her, his cock sitting deep inside her, lay there quietly waiting, too stunned,too shocked and too turned on to move, as Richard placed the ballgag strapsaround her cheeks and buckled them far too tightly behind her neck.
" Mmmmmhhhfff ," dawn groaned, trying tobreathe through her nose. She tried to remember if Fay Wray had been gaggedas she stood, spreadeagled, on a jungle fortification, as bait for the hugeape in the 1934 classic King Kong.
Richard held her wrists beside her face and pounded into her again and again,making dawn gasp and wince in pain, a lack of air to her lungs and a decidedlywarm feeling in her loins. Her eyes nearly popped from their sockets as Richardslammed into her, again and again.
Twenty-five minutes later, Richard's lean, muscular body stiffened as heplunged his hard cock into Dawn's deepest recesses -- she had never beforebeen penetrated as deeply by anyone or anything as she was at that moment,she would recall, months later -- and ejaculated a large load of hot, whitesemen into her.
Dawn, her lips taut and thin around the big red gag, groaned and moaned loudlyin an orgasm she had not expected, feeling her insides shift upwards with hisforce, but Richard was not through. She had half-expected Richard to tell herto ask permission to cum. But he did not. That would happen later, much later.
But at this moment, she had wrapped her ankles behind Richard's thighs andwas even unaware she had done so as she lay there, her arms bound hard behindher back, Japanese style.
Both lay there, panting, sweating, the afterglow still hours away, and dawnsuddenly wanted more. And more.
Richard rose quickly, his big cock withdrawing from Dawn's bare, tender sexwith a wet 'plop,' and told her to stand and get the rest of the small-diameterhemprope out of his flightbag.
Awkwardly, her arms still tightly bound, the naked and ball-gagged dawn slidoff the bed, feeling his semen ooze out of her and, stooping backwards, withdrewfour 15-foot lengths of the soft, light-brown cord.
"Ever been frogtied?" Richard asked.
Dawn had never before been bound as she was, let alone frogtied, and shelooked down at the carpet and her slashed clothing. She said nothing, lookingdown as she thought she should.
"Kneel, please, babe," Richard said, his tone softening perceptibly.
Dawn, her sweat now cooling slightly on her tousled brow, was now realizingshe was not about to be killed or mutilated as she knelt in front of him, headdown, wondering what would happen next.
"Put your head against my knee and keep it there until I tell you tomove."
Dawn complied and she felt a strange sense of complacency, a vague comfort,ease over her. Her submissive side was definitely coming to the fore at thehands of her very capable lover.
'He wants to make believe we are some sort of couple,' she thought suddenly.Richard then knelt beside her and bound her ankles to the backs of her thighswith 12 wraps of cord.
Dawn would have to kneel there until Richard either picked her up or untiedher. Richard sat and looked at dawn and the post-game show burbling away likea Monday morning coffee pot on her little TV.
"Turn the TV back off and come here, Dawn," Richard ordered. "Please?"
" Hmmmpffff ?" Dawn asked, her voice muffledby the big red ballgag.
"Hop."
Dawn hopped, flopped and rolled over to the TV on the dresser, turned herback to it, groped around until she felt the on-off button and turned to faceher male friend, her bedroom as silent as it was when she awoke five hoursago.
"Back here."
Dawn then wriggled and bounced back to the bed and Richard pulled her uponto the pillows beside him, sliding four fingers into her moist slit as dawntried to shake her long red hair out of her eyes.
In the quiet of the late afternoon, Richard began his own post-game show:massaging Dawn's sex, masturbating her in the way she favored most – twofingers rhythmically stroking her clit and three fingers of the other handinside her, exploring her G-spot, making soft, wet sounds. Dawn began to panttoward her second orgasm, still tightly bound, frogtied and gagged in his lap.Still fully aroused, dawn was miles away from that golden sunset of sexualafterglow she longed for.
For her, sex was great but the post-coital buzz was even better. She lovedto be manipulated sexually while bound and gagged but none of her two previouslovers had ever satisfied her the way Richard was doing right now. She beganto wonder if Richard would have been an equally adept lover on line.
An hour later, about 5:30 p.m., darkness fell outside and dawn was stillbound on her bed while Richard slipped out from underneath her bound form,went naked into the kitchen to make them something to eat, humming tunelesslyas he did so.
Dawn, still unable to twitch or utter a single word, looked over and sawhim emerge moments later, carrying a tray of thick cold-chicken sandwiches,sweet pickles and two cans of ice-cold Pabst Dawn had prepared many hours beforefor them.
Setting the tray down on the coffee table near Dawn, he undid her ballgag,leaving it in a loose loop around her neck, but did not untie her from herharsh, very tight bondage.
"Beer?"
Dawn looked at him coolly, glancing at the cold white-and-blue can in hishand.
"You bastard," she spat, her eyes ice cold. "I invite youto my house, you win the game-point bet and take advantage of me. You rapedme!! Is that your Carolinian way of thanking me, a Philadelphia lady, for herhospitality?"
Dawn was almost angry but still very helpless.
Richard, suddenly sick with remorse, put down her beer and stammered forwords.
"Well?" Dawn said, tugging at her arms. "Are you going tountie me, you big prick?"
Richard was unsure what to do: never before did he have a bound, furious,attractive woman on his hands; if he untied her she would probably call thepolice; if he left her bound the way she was, she would probably flip out or,worse, cry. But Dawn was far from tears of regret.
What do to, what to do? Richard thought.
"Dawn, if I untie you, will you promise not to go to the police?" Dawnhad not intended any such thing; it's just that her ropes were on too tightlyfor her – five hours in her too-tight Japanese arm cradle and very tightfrogtie were making her hands, wrists, forearms, ankles and thighs tingle withnerve and blood vessel compression.
She tugged this way and that and still could not move a muscle, so thoroughlyand effectively had this man bound her.
"Well, maybe you don't have to untie me completely," she said,relaxing just a bit; "maybe just undo my legs and loosen my arms a little,will you, please, mmm? Master?" she cooed, a strange calm suddenly overtakingher . . . .
Ah, woman, Richard sighed to himself; tacitly entitled, by her gender only,to change her mind. "It was ever thus," he told her obliquely, cryptically,as he began to loosen her bonds at her request. Dawn looked at him, puzzled,calm, amused. She had never before used the word Master in his presence andshe found a certain release, and submissive pleasure, in her spontaneous useof the word.
He took her into his arms, gently, strongly, and dawn eased her bound bodyagainst his, her warm, golden afterglow flowing over her finally, silkily.
She was still feeling his strong, rugged arms still on her bound arms atmidnight when Dawn slumbered off to sleep, her arms still tied loosely at thesmall of her back where they were placed almost 10 hours ago. It had been along, rewarding day at the SuperDome and the Smith bungalow; New England Patriots,32; Carolina Panthers, 29; Dawn , 1; Richard, 0.
Richard unbuckled her ballgag from around her neck, cut the cords gentlyaway from her arms, torso, thighs and ankles kissed her gently on the lipsand left her, fast asleep under a blanket on her bed, as he slipped away at4 a.m. Monday.
Four hours later, the keys to Richard's Mustang lay at Dawn's workstationdesk and she looked at the white envelope, her still red-marked wrists showingfrom under her company jacket. Feeling a vague tingle inside her well-used,very smooth sex, she looked at her name written on it in a strong, uprightmasculine style.
Inside, the note began:
Dear Dawn:
My car is yours to keep, the paperwork will follow; I have a secondup in Nova Scotia and I have gone to get it. Thank you for your hospitalityand for sharing yourself ao completely with me yesterday.
"I apologise for any, and all, pain I may have caused youand I assure you it will never happen again. Please forgive me.
Richard
Dawn smiled wryly as she put the little note in her purse. She wondered whohad seduced whom yesterday? Who had exacted the ultimate control over the other?She had just received a brand-new car for allowing Richard to fulfil one ofher longstanding fantasies.
Dawn, 1; Richard, 0.
"I forgive you, Richard; but I just may havea little surprise for you ," dawn said to herself,looking at the new February snowfall at the side of the store in downtown Philadelphia.
Richard would be back Wednesday and dawn would indeed surprise him as hehad never been surprised before.
She had half an hour at lunch break to dash out and buy that pair of standardpolice- issue handcuffs she had seen in the BDSM shop down the street lastweek.
She wondered if one size fits all as she picked up the Monday morning workschedule from the office.
"What time is that Canadian fella due back in the office Wednesday?" sheasked her supervisor, Doris Delahunt.
"Dunno, Dawn; wait and see."
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