It all started with some online flirting between two old friends. The flirting led to teasing and she took it too far, teasing about looking like she was in a wet t-shirt contest, then actually sending a video of someone pouring a bucket of water over her head. They both knew she had gone too far and they agreed that a punishment was in order. They decided that he would get to tease her for fifteen minutes with some rules and penalties if she couldn’t take the teasing.
The Rules:
· No direct touching- objects could touch her but he couldn’t.
· If something caused her to move, speak, squeal, scream, or laugh, there would be a penalty - but no action could be repeated.
· Nothing could penetrate her.
· No pain worse than a playful spank.
· She would wear four pieces of clothes: a shirt, shorts. bra, and panties.
· She was to lay motionless, silent, spread-eagle on the bed – bondage without the physical restraints.
The Penalties:
If she moved, spoke, squealed, screamed or laughed, the timer stopped, and she would remove an article of clothing. Once she was naked, if she received another penalty she would be shackled to the bed and would be his for the rest of the night.
If she won, he would be hers to command for the night.
That is how he ended up with the woman of his dreams wearing just a pair of cheer shorts and a tight pink t-shirt that strained to conceal her perfect giant breasts. He bent down and whispered in her ear, “This is going to be fun,” as he started the clock.
Slowly opening his bag, he pulled out a thin long feather and though the chest of the tee-shirt was stretched, there was enough room to slide the feather up the sleeve of the shirt, and in under a minute, she was giggling and moving to stop the tickling.
Smiling, he stopped the clock. “Forty-seven seconds,” he said in a voice dripping with smug confidence, continuing, “I think that shirt is working too hard and has to go.”
“As you wish,” she commented with a sly grin as she sat up and slowly pulled the t-shirt over her head, slowing as the shirt worked to pull over her breasts, when free of the shirt her chest bounced while revealing a sexy, strategically sheer pink bra, showing almost everything except her nipples. Slowly, she returned to her position and as she stretched her legs, she brushed the cold steel of the shackles that awaited her if she failed and a shiver went up her spine, not sure if it was a shiver of fear or anticipation.
He was pleased, choosing such a sexy revealing bra means she wanted to look good if she lost. “Back to the mission at hand,” he thought and then pulled out a cooler and removed two ice cubes and closed the cooler. Slowly, he traced over the cloth covering her nipples with the cold ice, taking his time making sure her nipples were nice and hard. When they were straining against the fabric, he pulled out two clips from his bag and slowly fastened one to each nipple. He was glad that she did not immediately make a noise or move, but time was wasting. After the second clamp was attached, he pressed a button on each and they began to vibrate.
While she succeeded in restraining a moan when the clamps were attached, she let out an “Ooohhh” when they both started to vibrate. She always did have sensitive nipples he thought.
He stopped the clock at 3:52 and removed the clamps, “Two penalties in under four minutes,” he told her. “Maybe you want to lose, but for now lose…” he continued as she sat up and started to reach behind her back to unfasten the bra, “the shorts.”
She was surprised but that is one of the things she liked about him, he surprised her. She stood up and removed the shorts revealing a matching French cut sheer pair of pink panties, and again retorted, “As you wish,” shaking her ample bosom before returning to her position.
He started the clock again and pulled something out of his bag, a thick metal rod with a dull point at the end. He quickly ran it up from the base of her heel to the top of her foot. Reflexively, she jumped. He stopped the clock and laughed which pissed her off.
“Panties, please,” he said, extending his hand. “Make that three penalties in under four minutes,” he decried as he showed her the 3:58 on the timer.
She made no show of seductively removing the panties, she slid them off and kicked them towards him with her foot. She was pissed, both at him for that dirty trick and because for the first time, she realized she might just lose this. Silently, she lay back down and settled in. When she was settled, he started the timer and began to rummage through his bag of tricks. She heard two thumps on the nightstand beside the bed, and then heard the click of a lighter, as saw the light from the two candles that were just lit.