Lost Bet
Oh my God. She couldn't believe it. How could this have happened?
Her reaction was the polar opposite to her husband's, who was pumping his fist in the air and shouting with glee.
She could feel her trepidation in the pit of her stomach. Great, she thought, now I have to follow through with this stupid bet.
She had been so sure of herself this time, and she was not, by her nature, gracious in defeat. He must have cheated. I don't know how, but he must have.
Renee and her husband, Marcus, had settled into marriage easily. No longer newlyweds, they still enjoyed each other's company and spending time together. Like all couples over time, they weren't having sex as often as when they were in their honeymoon phase, but they tried to set aside time for intimacy, in between the demands of work, kids and the daily routine of running a household.
The bets started as Marcus’s idea. Both were competitive people by nature, and it had all started over trivia. Marcus had stated some ridiculous fact, which Renee immediately pushed back against. After some back and forth debate, Marcus had said “Wanna bet?” and crossed his arms behind his head, sitting back and grinning insufferably.
“Bring it on,” she replied. “What's the bet?”
“Well, if I'm right, you owe me a blowjob. What do you want to wager?”
Not taking the bait, she countered with what she considered to be a much sweeter payoff. “If I'm right, you wash the dishes for a week.”
Marcus jumped at the offer. “Deal!” he said, immediately shaking her hand to seal the deal. He was too quick to take that wager, she thought. Grabbing his phone, Marcus quickly searched up his trivia and turned the screen towards her. “I'll take that blowjob now.”
She was incredulous at first, there was no way he was right. There was no way that there were penguins in Australia. Unfortunately for her, the wisdom of the Internet proved him right, and that's how the bets had begun.
Minutes after losing the first bet, Renee found herself kneeling on the floor or their bedroom, hands cuffed behind her back and wearing a leather blindfold.
“You cheated.” She pouted, hearing Marcus moving around the room.
“I don't see how that's possible, short of personally installing a colony of penguins on another continent. I am touched by your faith in my abilities though,” he quipped as she heard the unmistakable sound of his pants hitting the floor.
“It's not fair, that absolutely sounds made up.” Naked aside from the cuffs and blindfold, Renee felt both particularly vulnerable and upset with herself for so easily falling into his trap.
“Now now love. No one likes a sore loser.” he said as he stepped closer, cupping her chin. She felt him wrap a leather collar around her neck, pulling it snug and buckling it.
“Well no one likes—mmph”. Renee was unable to finish her sentence as Marcus grabbed her collar and pulled her forward, pressing his hard cock past her lips. She felt the tip slide over her tongue and towards the back of her throat. Bastard, she thought as she began to suck, swirling her tongue around the tip, tasting the salt of his skin and the faintly sweet pre-cum that dribbled out.
His sharp intake of breath told her that he was enjoying her efforts, which was the only real feedback she could glean from under the blindfold. He moved gently and slowly at first, running his hands through her hair as she bobbed back and forth, trying to find a comfortable angle to take him in. I don't know why he enjoys this so much, I can barely fit him in my mouth. She tried to suppress her gag reflex as he pushed into her, the tip grazing the back of her throat with several inches left to go.
His hands wandered down to her breasts, cupping and kneading them. His fingers traced idly over her nipples and she felt them stiffen, responding to his touch. Great, that's not distracting at all. She felt her pussy beginning to respond, her lips swelling and becoming increasingly wet.
He moaned and his hand gripped her ponytail, pulling her urgently towards him while his other hand tugged on her collar. His cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged involuntarily, coughing and gasping. He pulled back, giving her a moment to collect herself as he stroked her cheek. She smiled in spite of herself as he pulled her forward by the collar again, guiding his member back into her mouth. She focused her efforts on the tip, sucking and swirling her tongue over him. She felt no small sense of satisfaction as he groaned, his grip tightening on her hair. We'll see who's the real winner here, she thought, as he began to thrust more urgently. She pulled at her cuffs to no avail, she was stuck like this until he released her. Stupid bet, she mused as she continued to blow him, sucking him as deeply into her mouth as she could manage.
“Good girl,” he moaned, his grip tightening on her hair, his other hands kneading her breasts. She tried to pull back, aiming to tease him a little but his grip on her ponytail prevented that. Abruptly, he withdrew, and she felt steady pressure on the collar, drawing her upwards. Done already?
He pulled her into a passionate kiss, ignoring the drool that had collected on her chin. She felt herself being led by the collar and took short steps, unsure of her footing. She felt a soft pressure against her hips and surmised that she was standing in front of their bed, facing towards it. He stood behind her, pressing his still hard cock against her ass. One arm wrapped around her chest, cupping and kneading her breasts while the other held her throat, not choking her but offering a steady pressure that made her feel all the more helpless. He began kissing her shoulder, running a line of kisses from her neck to her arm before she felt his tongue caress her ear and gently bite it.
She moaned, her hands playing with his cock and feeling herself dripping. She tried to turn into him, wanting to reciprocate his efforts but his arms held her firmly in place. She felt him fiddling with her collar as his other hand dipped lower, fingers stroking her labia and circling her clit.
She moaned in ecstasy, her knees buckling momentarily. “This doesn't feel like a blowjob,” she gasped as his fingers continued their magic and she leaned into him.
“Shh, talking isn't required for this next part,” he said, and his hand pulled away from her collar and she heard him grab something. Suddenly, pressure against her lips and she opened her mouth wide, feeling the ball gag settle behind her teeth. She rolled her eyes behind the blindfold as he buckled it securely. She moaned again as his other hand continued, inserting one, then two fingers and working them slowly inside her.
Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving her standing against the bed. She felt abruptly cold and vulnerable, issuing a questioning grunt through her gag. She heard him moving through the room and felt sudden pressure pulling her forward.
“Bend forward at the waist,” he growled. She had little choice in the matter, the collar pulling her forward and face down into the bed. She heard him moving again, sensing him behind her. She tried to straighten up but couldn't, feeling the resistance of the collar and whatever it was attached to. She allowed herself to settle forward, turning her head to the side so she could breathe easily. She felt herself drooling from the gag and tried unsuccessfully to stop it.
She felt the heat of his cock as he rested it into her ass crack, and she squirmed from side to side seductively, grinning into her gag. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks, pausing here and there to administer some firm slaps. She grunted each time he spanked her, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. She tried to reach for his cock but couldn't, her hands still firmly cuffed and her prize out of reach. She moaned as his hand again slipped between her legs, toying with her clit and stroking her.
She felt the cold splash of lube onto her crack, flinching at the sudden sensation and then enjoying the returning heat as he began to grind into her, sliding his cock over her. After he was satisfied that he was well lubricated, she felt the tip of his cock lower down, pausing at her vulva. She wiggled her hips and moaned into her gag, begging him to continue.
He slowly began to push forward, his glans slipping inside her. She gasped in ecstasy, arching her back and reaching back, feeling the chain of her cuffs pull taut. He slowly thrust into her, and she gasped as he came to a stop, deep inside of her. He began to pump in and out, gripping her hips as he worked up his tempo. She felt his cock rubbing against her G-spot and she moaned, pulling against her restraints.
His hand drifted to her hair and grabbed her ponytail, pulling her head back and accelerating his thrusts. She moaned, drool slipping from behind the gag. Oh fuck. She tried to voice the thought but all that emerged was an unintelligible grunt. She squirmed as much as the restraints would allow, his cock pumping into her.
Still gripping her ponytail, his other hand left her hip, and she heard him fiddle with something. Oh God, what now? She felt the tip of a vibrator nestle against her clit, and she tried to shake her head. Too much, she tried to say but her grunts were ineffective and his grip on her hair held her firmly.
He hit the switch, sending waves of pleasure into her. She moaned loudly, feeling the contractions beginning to ripple through her. His breathing came heavier and she heard him groan, likely feeling the vibrations himself.
Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. She tried to hold back, fighting the vibrations and his cock pumping into her when she felt him begin to stiffen, slamming into her repeatedly. Abandoning her fight, she exploded into orgasm, biting into her gag, her screams of pleasure muffled by the ball in her mouth. He growled, ramming into her and she felt the heat of his release, shooting deep inside her.
He paused, holding the vibrator in place as the aftershocks rolled through her. She felt her pussy twitching, the vibrations simultaneously delightful and almost painful. She gasped, her whole body tense as the buzzing continued and he pumped into her again. Once, twice, three times. She shuddered and dropped to the bed limply, her whole body tingling. He removed the vibrator and she groaned, sinking into post coital bliss.
He slowly pulled out of her, administering one last spank. She jerked in her restraints and melted into the bed, feeling spent. He removed the gag and she quipped “That was not just a blowjob,” her voice thick.
He chuckled. “I didn't say just a blowjob though, did I?”
Shaking off her reverie, Renee came back to the present moment. There had been many bets since then, at least half of which she'd won. Each time Marcus won though, there was some kind of increasingly elaborate bondage scenario. It was like he was trying to outdo himself each time, and she was dreading what he had in mind this time. The last time had involved her strapped into a sleep sack with a remote controlled vibrator buried inside her, and he had taken great delight in counting out her orgasms as she struggled and writhed in her restraints. She shuddered, trying to imagine what he had in mind this time.
“That's right baby, I win! You know what that means.” He grinned insufferably, gloating over his victory.
“Yeah, yeah. I'm yours for an hour, and you get to do whatever you want. No one likes a showboat, you know.”
“I do know, but let me remind you of your last celebration. I seem to recall a dance and a theme song were involved.”
Regretting her natural showmanship, Renee sat silent. It was no use to argue, she didn't want to give him any more satisfaction. “I should probably shower first,” she said.
“Oh no, my dear. I'm not cashing it in now. I need to order some things first.”
She gulped. What exactly was he planning here?
Several days passed while she waited for the inevitable. She knew without a doubt that she would ultimately enjoy what he had planned, but the anticipation and uncertainty was killing her.
Finally, a package came. Marcus collected it from their front step and winked at her. “Tonight's the night, my dear. Be ready.”
She sighed, it was time to pay the piper. That evening, they were back in their bedroom, an innocuous cardboard box laying on the bed.
“Why don't you take a shower and I'll get things ready?”
“Does this count as part of my hour?”
“Nice try. Enjoy your freedom while you can.”
She hated when he was like this, his smug grin driving needles into her soul. Just you wait until I win the next one, mister.
She stepped into the shower, enjoying the hot spray and lathering her body in soap. She couldn't hear what he was doing over the sound of the water, and she tried to imagine what he had planned. The box wasn't overly large, and they had plenty of bondage equipment already. As she rinsed, she was at a loss as to what he had planned for her, her imagination running wild.
She stepped from the shower and dried herself off. Checking herself in the mirror, she decided on just a touch of lip gloss. She wasn't about to spend twenty minutes on makeup if he was just going to pack her up again in her sleep sack.
She emerged into the bedroom, still wrapped in a towel and asked “Am I putting something on or should I stay like this?”.
The box, frustratingly, was still closed. She saw that he had pulled out some toys but there was little in the way of clues for her. He looked at her and smiled, holding a black hood in his hand.
“You're perfect like that, love. Come stand over here, next to the bed.”
She walked towards him, holding the towel shut with one hand and sighing.
“Turn around.”
She rolled her eyes and turned her back to him. He stretched the hood over her head, settling it into place. This was one of his favourites, covering her eyes but leaving her mouth open. Two grommets sat under her nose, allowing her to breathe easily but the hood blocked out all sight. He held her head and kissed her passionately. Leaning into the kiss, she began to relax. I'm sure this won't be that bad. She still hated to lose, but there was no turning back now.
“Cross your arms over your chest.”
She complied, dropping the towel to the floor and shivering involuntarily at the sudden chill.
“Don't worry, we'll warm you up soon enough.” That sounds vaguely ominous. She heard him open the flaps of the box and waited, hearing the sounds of plastic crinkling. What is he doing over there?
She heard a sound like tearing fabric and felt him lay a strip of something across her chest. The tearing sound continued as he began to wind the strip around her upper body, pinning her arms to her torso. Several wraps continued around before he stopped, and she tested her bonds, flexing against the wrap.
“Don't worry, you're not even close to done.”
She sighed, knowing that he definitely meant that promise, but glad she hadn't spent any time on makeup. He continued his wrapping, crossing over her arms and her back, grabbing what seemed like roll after roll until she was completely covered from her hips to her neck. She strained against her bonds and felt the wrap flex with her, trapping her arms against her body. Her fingers laid flat, and she tried scratching at the wrap but couldn't gain any traction. She breathed deeply, feeling the wrap holding her firmly but flexing with her stomach.
“This feels pretty thorough,” she said, twisting against her bonds.
“Oh don't worry, it's nice and breathable, so you can stay wrapped up for a while.”
“Uh, your bet was for an hour. Time's ticking mister.”
“You're absolutely right. I didn't say that the hour started yet, though. This is just prep-work.”
“Prep-work? That wasn't part of the deal. You better believe that the hour already star—mmph”
He covered her mouth with his hand, stifling her protests. “It's a little late to try adding conditions here. I do know something that will help ease the pain of your loss, though.”
She grunted into his hand, trying to twist away from his grip but he held her firmly. She could feel herself starting to get wet, in spite of herself. No, I can't give in and let him think that he's won this.
He removed his hand and she opened her mouth to protest. His timing was impeccable as he slipped the ball gag between her teeth, buckling the strap between her head as she mewled in protest. She cursed at him, resulting in a series of unintelligible grunts.
He chuckled in response. “Come now, I know you're not as upset as you're pretending to be. Why don't we take your mind off your current predicament before we get started?”
Get started!? What do you mean, you bastard? A bet is a bet but this wasn't exactly fair play.
She twisted and writhed, straining to get free of the wrap. Bet be damned, he's definitely trying to cheat now.
His arms wrapped around her, stilling her struggles and pulling her towards the bed. She squealed as he lifted her, pulling her into his lap. She felt his feet slide between her legs and he pulled back, spreading her legs wide. She gasped at the sudden feeling of vulnerability as one hand drifted lower, stroking her vagina.
“You must really hate this,” he said, feeling her wetness. His hands traced over her clit and she moaned as her body betrayed her.
No fair. Her struggles weakened as he continued to play with her pussy, stroking her lips and teasing her clit. His hand was replaced with something softer, supple silicone resting against her clit. Definitely unfair. He had gotten this diabolical toy months ago, looking like a silicone mouth, complete with tongue and lips. While she hated the control it gave him over her body, she did really enjoy the sensations it provided.
He activated the toy, running it with one hand while he held her tightly with his other arm. Soft suction enveloped her clit, tugging on it gently. She gasped, squirming in his grasp as the toy worked away, sucking away deliciously. Suddenly, the tongue portion began to move, the motor humming as it traced in slow circles, teasing against her labia and bumping against her clit. She moaned, feeling her body start to tingle as the toy simultaneously sucked and licked her.
She struggled lazily in his grip, feeling his hard cock pressing against her ass as he held her tightly, subtly moving the toy to hit all the right spots. She could feel the pressure building and tried to fight against it, willing herself to hold out longer. He must have felt the change as she began panting. The toy abruptly came to life, sucking longer and harder, the tongue now working frantically.
Oh God, she moaned into the gag. She gasped as she reached the edge, her body stiffening in his arms. His grip was like a vise holding her, and as she struggled against him her orgasm came crashing down. Shouting into her gag, she rode wave after wave of pleasure as the toy continued its mindless task, sending shockwaves through her clit and deep into her belly. One long continuous groan shook her as he held the toy against her.
After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled the toy away, and she shuddered as the aftershocks continued. Breathing heavily into her gag, he released his grip on her and laid her back onto the bed. She laid motionless, recovering from the onslaught.
True to his word, she heard him moving again, and the telltale signs of him unwrapping another roll. She offered no resistance as he began wrapping her legs together, starting at her ankles and applying steady pressure as he worked upwards to her thighs. He transitioned seamlessly between rolls until her legs were welded together, the top of the wrap ending at her thighs.
She squealed as he grabbed her by the ankles and slid her across the bed, her feet dangling over the edge.
“Don't worry, I'll help you,” he said. She grunted as he lifted her off the bed and to her feet, struggling to balance while hooded, with her legs and arms firmly wrapped. He held her steady with one arm and she felt a hard silicone object press against her already sensitive clit. She flinched, nearly losing her balance but steadied by his arm. He continued winding more wrap up her legs, trapping the item firmly in place against her mound and wrapping more and more layers around her until it joined the layer securing her upper body. Unable to do more than squirm, she grunted into her gag, trying to convey her dissatisfaction.
He ignored her pleas, pushing her backwards onto the bed. She fell stiffly, grateful for the soft landing surface as her legs shot to horizontal, held securely by the wrap. He slid her across the surface of the bed, drawing more squeals from her gagged mouth. He knew that she hated being picked up. The bastard’s trying to wind me up. Well, mission accomplished.
He ignored her muffled protests, now wrapping from her ankles down to her feet. She could barely wiggle her toes at this point.
“Good news my dear, your hour starts now.”
She shouted into her gag, expressing her displeasure with his creative time-keeping. He removed her gag and she flexed her jaw, working out the stiffness.
“The hour absolutely doesn't start now. I'm not sure how long you've been prepping, but you've got, at most, a half hour left before youUuuuuU-uhhh.”
Renee's tirade was abruptly cut off by the vibrator between her legs activating. She moaned, still sensitive from the earlier orgasm. Marcus rolled her towards him, balancing her precariously on her side.
Changing tactics, she decided to appeal to his better nature, hoping he would show mercy on her tender and sensitive body.
“Ooh baby, that's a lot. Maybe you could—mmPH.” He cut her off mid-sentence, pressing his cock past her lips and into her mouth. Surprised, she quickly began to suck, moaning as the vibrations ran into her clit. She bobbed back and forth on his cock, drawing him as deeply as she could. Restrained as she was, she didn't have a lot of movement to work with.
“I'll tell you what baby,” he rumbled, his voice thick with lust, “why don't we bet on who comes first?”
She shuddered, groaning as the vibrator continued its incessant buzzing. She definitely wasn't taking this bet.
The End.