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Subject: {ASSM} The Bet Part II (M/F oral, light bondage)
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Date: Thu,  3 Mar 2005 19:10:04 -0500
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This is more or less the sequel to my slave's (Cindy,
bondage.chicks@gmail.com) story, "The Bet".

Liz, the girl that lost the bet, has had a bit of bad week, and had
called both Cindy and me to come over to her house Wedsday after work,
because, well, her life sucked.  It seems that the yuppie types she had
been hanging with in the South Side had decided that they didn't want
her around any more (to be fair, I suspect that it was more the girls
in that group, not the guys, that didn't want her around any more) and
that her "bad boy" boyfriend had just been busted for either making or
dealing crank. She though he was going to get out of lock up this week,
but something went wrong with his bail, so he's still in the jail down
town.  The emails about this and the related things going on in Cindy's
and My life can be read on her yahoo group at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/cindy_web_slave


Enough with the back story

I get to Liz's house (duplex, in truth) right after work.   After I
ring the door bell, several times, she opens the door and tells me
that she didn't think I would be here until after work.  I tell her
that, in most places, 5:30 PM is after work.  She goes, "well, yeah,
is it that late?  I didn't get called in to work today, so I haven't
seen a clock yet".   "That's nice, can I come in?", "Oh, sure....".

She's wearing a light pair of light red sweat pants and a black tee
shirt that says "Ask me about it first".   So, I go "So, what about
it?"  Liz looks confused, so I sort of wave at her shirt, "Oh, I don't
know, it's just something I got at Hot Topic, though it was cool, hey,
isn't Cindy going to be here?  Where is she?".  I told her that Cindy
would be here, but her new position had a team meeting at close and
she might be a bit late.  She goes on a bit about how Cindy's company
is really tight assed and she hopes Cindy gets out of the meeting
soon, I go "yeah, well, big companies can be that way some time."  I
wanted to change the subject, so I go "Cindy tells me you got your
nipples pierced.  She says "Yeah, I did, well, sort of.  The boys I
was hanging with had them done, they had a bet.  I seem to be parts of
a lot bets, want to see them?".  She doesn't wait for me to say any
thing, but reaches down and pulls the tee up and over her head.   For
a skinny chick, she does have nice tits, I'll give her that much
credit.   Cindy was right, those are the plainest cheap looking nipple
rings I've seen.  I ask her "Can I?" as I reach for one.  She goes
"sure... oh, oh...Oh, ah..." as I grab one, pull it back a bit and
twist it about 90 degrees.   Right at that point, her door bell rings.
I let go of the ring and say, you might want to get that.  She
reaches for the tee, and I say, "no, it's most likely just Cindy, just
get the door as you are.".   She goes up to the door, and in fact it
is Cindy, who come in, and gives me that one eye brow raised "Mr.
Spock" look, and goes "Started with out me I see".  I reply that she
was just showing me her rings.  Cindy goes "Told you that they were
cheap crap, didn't I",  "Yes, you did, but that sort of goes with Liz,
now doesn't it?".  Liz gets all offended at this going "Hey, what do
you mean by that".  I tell her, "well, from what I've seen of you and
been told of you, you are a cheap slut that will do damn near
anything.".  "I thought you guys were my friends".  I turn and look
her right in the eye and go "I'm not your friend.  Cindy might be, I
don't know, nor do I care.  What I know is that you entered into a bet
with my slave and she won.   The bet was you were going to be my fuck
toy for a weekend.  You asked me to come over here tonight, so I did,
that doesn't make me one of your buds.   As far as I know, your a
cheap slut that I'm going to fuck in all 3 of your holes, and maybe,
if I want, tease and torment some.  This assumes that your not going
to back out of your deal with my slave and that you can show me that
your worth my while".   Cindy starts up "I told you he's not like your
boy toys, you can't just flash your tits at him and expect him to roll
over and play dead, that's not the way it goes." "But, I thought you
were my friends..."  Cindy replies to this "Sort of.  I started having
an attitude about how dumb you are, but seeing how those other bitches
treated you has mellowed me just a hair.   Your still not on my A
list, if you know what I mean."

Well, that went well....

Liz sort of sinks down on to her couch, and I look down at her and ask
"So, are you going to back out or not?"  Liz looks up and ask "Can I
hang with Cindy and you after this weekend if I do?"  "That depends on
this weekend".  "Well, it was a bet and I don't welsh on my bets, you
can ask anybody".  I ask her "So what are you going to do to make me
think this weekend is worth my while then?"  "What do you want?"
"Let's see you for starters".  She stands up and pull down her sweat
pants.   She's got on what I now call "work panties" (i.e. fairly
wide, light blue cotton, no lace or any thing like that.  Your basic
"Fruit of the Loom" undies.  Not really what you wear when you expect
to be seen in them).  She looks me in the eye and pulls those off as
well.  "Why am I not surprised that you have shaved your cunt? "Johnny
likes it that way".    "Kneel down in front of me..."  She does.  I
reach down and grab both of her rings and slightly pull on them.

"BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEP".  What the hell?  I look over at Cindy who is
pulling her new IT department beeper out.  "Damn it.  Got to run, my
first crashed server..."  "Welcome to the world of IT support.  Fly,
fly like the wind...".    "Bye Cindy, see you later".

Cindy leaves, and we here her car drive off.  I turn back to Liz and
ask "Now where were we?"  I look around and see a some sort of beaded
thing on a leather cord.  I pick up the cord, and untie the knot.  I
then thread the one end through her right ring, and the other through
the left ring, then tie it back together.  I then loop it over it's
self and pull up.  This results in her tits being drawn together and,
among other things, her breathing getting a bit fast.  "Stay on your
knees, but follow me".  I back up to the overstuffed chair, undoing my
belt and zipper as I go, she follows on her knees and her breathing is
getting a lot faster.  She's just this side of panting.  I get to the
chair and drop my pants.  I was wearing boxers , so my semi-hard cock
comes out the fly  after a little adjustment.  I sit down in the chair
and pull her up into my crotch.  "I want to cum in your mouth or on
your face.  Make it so...".

She's not a good at giving head as Cindy or Vickie is.  I'm not sure
she is even as good as Jen is now, but I'll give her this, she does do
it with some enthusiasm.   She started with lots of suction and some
tongue action, but seems to have a bit of gag reflex, in that she
can't seem to take me into her throat, or for that mater too deep into
her mouth.  This may explain why Cindy won the cock sucking contest by
such a large amount.  That and Liz's barfing at the end.  On the other
hand, she does do what she does with more than a bit of flair and
flash.  After 4-5 minutes, I start to feel my balls and such tighten
up. "I'm about to cum.  Mouth or face?"  She pulls back looks up and
says "on my face..." and with that I let fly.  She gets 3 or 4 blasts
across the face.  After I stop, she wipes it off with her fingers and
licks them clean.  "Cindy says she doesn't like for guys to cum on her
face.  I love it, you can always cum on my face".  I tell her "It
doesn't matter what Cindy likes or doesn't like, she's my slave. I'll
cum on her face if I want to.  And you know that, you might as well
not try.   Your cock sucking skills, well, they suck and not the good
kind of suck, but they will have to do.".  While I was saying this, I
let go of the cord and stood up, pulling my pants up.    "Untie that
cord, but find a couple of rubber bands.  Loop them through your rings
and tie them together.  Any time you aren't at work, until I get you
Friday night, I expect them to be there.  If you have a butt plug, I
expect you wear it for at least 4 hours each day.  If you don't, buy
one.  Have it in place when I pick you up Friday afternoon.  I can see
my self out.  If you change your mind, just leave a note on the door
Friday and we will never cross paths again.   Do you under stand?"
She nodded and went 'Tie rings together with rubber bands.  Butt plug
for 4 hours each day, have it in when you get me, note on door if I
want to chicken out.  yeah I understand.  Thank you master".  "Don't
call me master, you haven't earned that right yet."

And with that, I turned and walked out, leaving her on the floor.

I wonder if I'll find a note on the door Friday or not?

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