Will her wager cost her more than she is willing to lose?
The Wager
It all began with a soccer game, but ended up with her having to pay a forfeit she made when well and truly smashed. Her girlfriends turned up with an outrageous supply of alcoholic beverages. Clara enjoyed a drink as much as the next person, but this time she had overstepped the mark. She had broken an unwritten rule by going online in her drunken state. Of course her friends had egged her on when a male friend that followed Portugal suggested they wager on the result. Now, even the original wager was acceptable but apparently she had been flushed with confidence and upped the ante later that same night. The true extent of her wager was just sinking in. Her forfeit included donning the restraints, which held a place of pride on her sideboard, and posting photographs on the net.
For the second time in two weeks Clara was ruing her spontaneous behavior. True, everything had turned out reasonably well after her adventure at "Coffee, Cake and Kink." But, she knew what the penalty would be if anyone from School got wind of her indiscretions. It would mean instant dismissal; maybe even the end of her promising teaching career. Though Clara didn't want to stay a teacher forever, she was quite pleased with her current employment. The money was not spectacular but it did cover her expenses as well as allowing her a modest sum to purchase some luxury items as well as put money away for her occasional jaunts into Europe during her vacation time. Clara was not frugal but she did not waste her money.
Yes, she was adventurous and prone to bouts of spontaneity; but rarely so unprofessional. Her father warned her never to bet more than she could afford to lose. In this case it was not money but her dignity. Clara wanted to honor her wager but the daunting reminder that once the photos were on the internet anyone could view them even download them and show them to yet more people, increased her anxiety. But deep down she was excited that unknown men and women would be fantasizing about her the humiliation would be delicious.
Somehow she had to ensure that no one was able to identify her. Alternatives tumbled through her thoughts; maybe taking the photos from the neck down would achieve that result. Then she remembered the blindfold it would disguise her identity quite nicely. Feeling somewhat relieved Clara retreated to the bathroom. She needed a long hot shower to clean out the cobwebs and ready herself for the upcoming ordeal.
The shower was wonderful; she stayed under the rejuvenating water twice as long as usual. She donned her favorite fluffy, white terry cloth bathrobe and sat in front of her make-up mirror. Clara took special care in applying her cosmetics especially around the eyes and lips. Finally she applied a clear gel to her nipples and the surrounds which almost made them sparkle in the bright lighting of her bed sitter. She knew that most people noticed her sparkling eyes first, before her slim curved body and largish breasts had them ogling her uncomfortably. It really pissed her off when men talked to her tits, not even bothering to raise their eyes and act half normally.
Then again those exact reactions were what fuelled her overtly sexual fantasies that had increased in frequency as well as in intensity. Lately, she was using her toys more regularly; she had a higher than normal sexual appetite so not having a steady boyfriend around meant she masturbated quite often. Then, there was her extended use of the internet to spice up her fantasies. She visited sites favoring Master/Dom relationships and had begun to search out people with similar interests and establishments similar to "Coffee, Cake and Kink."
Clara was drawn out of her reveries by the insistent ring of the door buzzer. Checking the mirror she headed off to answer the door happy with what she saw. Her girlfriends had insisted on helping her prepare for her ordeal. She had refused at first but after much talk she agreed that she needed help to put on some of the restraints and then to undo them after the photographs were taken. If the truth be known Clara was looking forward to this more than she let on.
Her friends’ excitement was infectious and had her looking forward to the evening’s events. They had brought more alcohol and a glass was shoved into her willing hand. She allowed herself to be swept along in the excitement. Her robe was unceremoniously dumped at her ankles; hands pulled and shoved her as each item was attached. The leather dog collar was first; followed by the nipple clamps; leather cuffs for her hands; similar ankle cuffs and spacer bar; the ball gag was inserted into her mouth; and finally, or so thought Clara, the blindfold.
The appreciative ooh's and aah's from her friends brought back those delicious feelings she had last time she was restrained. The sudden whispering gave her cause to panic. She knew there were two items left over- her suspicions were confirmed when she heard a series of buzzes. Hands pushed Clara forward and the butt plug invaded her still tender anus causing her to gasp in pain. She enjoyed the hands that were flittering over her thighs until she felt the cold metal cylinder slide into her already wet vagina. Then those infuriating pulses began. Clara went from aroused to near orgasm in ten seconds flat. She tried to close her thighs tightly on the object but the spacer bar prevented anything but very obvious vaginal clenches. Everything was forgotten as the first orgasm washed over her accompanied by the telltale click of several cameras. Against her better judgment she had agreed to a photographic record as well.
Her muffled objections were ignored as hands pulled her around so that she was within range of her computer cam. Voices issued instructions to move the cam so that Clara was in full view. Hands took longer as they pulled and pushed her into position for her forfeit to be paid. The thud of the computer keyboard meant that her creditor was online. Those hands turned Clara in a full circle allowing anyone observing a complete view of her near naked body. The black velvet blindfold would conceal sufficient of her identity for Clara to be confident in all her actions today. A stream of giggles alerted her to a new demand. The lead was being attached to her collar, allowing her to be dragged around by her tormentors. A feather breezed across her body, causing her sudden intake of breath. The whispering travel of the feather across her body raised her excitement. Clara felt her nipples betray her and a wet warmth move down her body.
More typing could only mean a further request. The "You've been a naughty girl now" filled Clara with trepidation for her next ordeal. A tug on the lead bent her over the chair just before a burning sensation spread over her bottom. Another whack caused her to gasp in pain. The wrong end of a feather duster was swinging lustily across her rump, causing tears to stream down her face. The only thought Clara had was a fervent hope her make-up was not streaking. The blows continued to rain down until "Twelve," was called out. The pain was excruciating, tears leaked down her cheeks but her screams were muffled by the gag. Her bottom felt on fire; she knew red welts would stripe her soft, pale cheeks. And now every movement of her body increased the searing pain caused by the butt plug. Clara knew that she would be moving gingerly for days to come.
How much longer would it continue? Her friends were still communicating with her tormentor and following his instructions too closely for her liking. Then, amidst a cacophony of sound Clara heard the continuous click of cameras. If this torture ever finished she vowed her friends would pay dearly. She was getting angry even though they were just following her own instructions. The infuriating thing was that they were delighting in her humiliation. A further buzz of voices alerted Clara to new punishments- one of her friends slipped her hand along Clara's throbbing bottom; Then checked the cylinder inside her. Immediately the infuriating pulsing began again accompanied by passes of the feather across her swollen vaginal lips.
As a final ignominy several sets of hands began to tickle Clara. Tickling that caused her paroxysms of giggling until she felt she would die if it didn't stop immediately. A voice whispered that this was her promised but belated birthday present. The cylinder was removed and soft lips moved over her vaginal lips, savoring the swollen texture. A long thin tongue parted her lips and sank inside her. It soaked up her previous emissions along its torturous journey. Exquisite feelings welled up inside her as the tongue licked its way as far inside as it could reach. Then it made its way back outside and traced her lips up to her clitoris. The tip of the tongue searched the folds of skin and flicked across her clitoris. Each touch lifted Clara to a higher level of excitement. Then her clit was caught between teeth and chewed softly. The teeth scraped along her clit causing muted gasps of pleasure. Her orgasm was intensified by fingers turning and pressing the butt plug. Spurts of cum leaked from her to her girlfriend's muffled squeals of delight.
Clara was stunned; no girl had even touched her pussy before, let alone get her off. Of course she had had her share of boyfriends who had turned her on to the joys of cunnilingus. But, nowadays it was her fingers or trusty vibrator that provided her only relief. All her movements stopped because she feared what those watching would be able to see. She turned scarlet from embarrassment as she imagined them watching her writhe in pain and ecstasy. After all, the implements were inside her body allowing an uninterrupted view of her naked charms. What upset Clara the most was that she could not stop the delicious feelings spreading through her body once again. Muffled cries of anguish turned to moans of pleasure followed by shudders and lots of squirming. Knowing she was past caring, her so-called friends turned her over so that the cam could record every humiliating moment.
The blindfold might mask her identity, but it also took away her ability to judge distance and position so for the moment, Clara desperately wanted the pulsing to stop before another shuddering orgasm hit her. Her thighs were tensing and unclenching with greater frequency now. A command to stay still registered too late- the feather duster cut into the soles of her feet. Clara had never felt so much pain in her life. Her muffled complaints drew another strike across the other sole. More tears leaked down her cheeks. But this time Clara stayed still and obeyed the commands.
Clara smiled to herself, she enjoyed being the center of attention, even though she would deny it until she was blue in the face. Something had changed- the continuous hum of her computer had stopped. A furious click of camera buttons followed. Then Clara was pulled to her feet and the restraints were removed one by one. Removing the blindfold was the one she savored the most; while the butt plug and nipple rings had no noticeable effect. A numbness lingered, causing her to rub those areas tenderly. She knew it would be days before her body returned to normal.
Her girlfriends hugged her one at a time declaring that they could never be as brave as her. Then Clara saw the numerous photographs chronicling her humiliation. She picked up each one, examined it before replacing it then moving on to the next photograph. It was wonderful, she could not describe her feelings other than saying it felt better than an orgasm. A warmth filled her totally and she couldn't stop smiling. It was insane but Clara felt so happy. All she knew was that her life had changed inexplicably.
She just wanted her girlfriends to go so she could savor these feelings and re-live what she saw in each of the photographs. Clara took the proffered Bourbon and joined the babble of conversation but her mind was already somewhere else. Then she glanced at the computer and saw the message- "Your wager is paid in full but I am looking forward to many more transactions between the two of us." The screen went blank.
The Wager
It all began with a soccer game, but ended up with her having to pay a forfeit she made when well and truly smashed. Her girlfriends turned up with an outrageous supply of alcoholic beverages. Clara enjoyed a drink as much as the next person, but this time she had overstepped the mark. She had broken an unwritten rule by going online in her drunken state. Of course her friends had egged her on when a male friend that followed Portugal suggested they wager on the result. Now, even the original wager was acceptable but apparently she had been flushed with confidence and upped the ante later that same night. The true extent of her wager was just sinking in. Her forfeit included donning the restraints, which held a place of pride on her sideboard, and posting photographs on the net.
For the second time in two weeks Clara was ruing her spontaneous behavior. True, everything had turned out reasonably well after her adventure at "Coffee, Cake and Kink." But, she knew what the penalty would be if anyone from School got wind of her indiscretions. It would mean instant dismissal; maybe even the end of her promising teaching career. Though Clara didn't want to stay a teacher forever, she was quite pleased with her current employment. The money was not spectacular but it did cover her expenses as well as allowing her a modest sum to purchase some luxury items as well as put money away for her occasional jaunts into Europe during her vacation time. Clara was not frugal but she did not waste her money.
Yes, she was adventurous and prone to bouts of spontaneity; but rarely so unprofessional. Her father warned her never to bet more than she could afford to lose. In this case it was not money but her dignity. Clara wanted to honor her wager but the daunting reminder that once the photos were on the internet anyone could view them even download them and show them to yet more people, increased her anxiety. But deep down she was excited that unknown men and women would be fantasizing about her the humiliation would be delicious.
Somehow she had to ensure that no one was able to identify her. Alternatives tumbled through her thoughts; maybe taking the photos from the neck down would achieve that result. Then she remembered the blindfold it would disguise her identity quite nicely. Feeling somewhat relieved Clara retreated to the bathroom. She needed a long hot shower to clean out the cobwebs and ready herself for the upcoming ordeal.
The shower was wonderful; she stayed under the rejuvenating water twice as long as usual. She donned her favorite fluffy, white terry cloth bathrobe and sat in front of her make-up mirror. Clara took special care in applying her cosmetics especially around the eyes and lips. Finally she applied a clear gel to her nipples and the surrounds which almost made them sparkle in the bright lighting of her bed sitter. She knew that most people noticed her sparkling eyes first, before her slim curved body and largish breasts had them ogling her uncomfortably. It really pissed her off when men talked to her tits, not even bothering to raise their eyes and act half normally.
Then again those exact reactions were what fuelled her overtly sexual fantasies that had increased in frequency as well as in intensity. Lately, she was using her toys more regularly; she had a higher than normal sexual appetite so not having a steady boyfriend around meant she masturbated quite often. Then, there was her extended use of the internet to spice up her fantasies. She visited sites favoring Master/Dom relationships and had begun to search out people with similar interests and establishments similar to "Coffee, Cake and Kink."
Clara was drawn out of her reveries by the insistent ring of the door buzzer. Checking the mirror she headed off to answer the door happy with what she saw. Her girlfriends had insisted on helping her prepare for her ordeal. She had refused at first but after much talk she agreed that she needed help to put on some of the restraints and then to undo them after the photographs were taken. If the truth be known Clara was looking forward to this more than she let on.
Her friends’ excitement was infectious and had her looking forward to the evening’s events. They had brought more alcohol and a glass was shoved into her willing hand. She allowed herself to be swept along in the excitement. Her robe was unceremoniously dumped at her ankles; hands pulled and shoved her as each item was attached. The leather dog collar was first; followed by the nipple clamps; leather cuffs for her hands; similar ankle cuffs and spacer bar; the ball gag was inserted into her mouth; and finally, or so thought Clara, the blindfold.
The appreciative ooh's and aah's from her friends brought back those delicious feelings she had last time she was restrained. The sudden whispering gave her cause to panic. She knew there were two items left over- her suspicions were confirmed when she heard a series of buzzes. Hands pushed Clara forward and the butt plug invaded her still tender anus causing her to gasp in pain. She enjoyed the hands that were flittering over her thighs until she felt the cold metal cylinder slide into her already wet vagina. Then those infuriating pulses began. Clara went from aroused to near orgasm in ten seconds flat. She tried to close her thighs tightly on the object but the spacer bar prevented anything but very obvious vaginal clenches. Everything was forgotten as the first orgasm washed over her accompanied by the telltale click of several cameras. Against her better judgment she had agreed to a photographic record as well.
Her muffled objections were ignored as hands pulled her around so that she was within range of her computer cam. Voices issued instructions to move the cam so that Clara was in full view. Hands took longer as they pulled and pushed her into position for her forfeit to be paid. The thud of the computer keyboard meant that her creditor was online. Those hands turned Clara in a full circle allowing anyone observing a complete view of her near naked body. The black velvet blindfold would conceal sufficient of her identity for Clara to be confident in all her actions today. A stream of giggles alerted her to a new demand. The lead was being attached to her collar, allowing her to be dragged around by her tormentors. A feather breezed across her body, causing her sudden intake of breath. The whispering travel of the feather across her body raised her excitement. Clara felt her nipples betray her and a wet warmth move down her body.
More typing could only mean a further request. The "You've been a naughty girl now" filled Clara with trepidation for her next ordeal. A tug on the lead bent her over the chair just before a burning sensation spread over her bottom. Another whack caused her to gasp in pain. The wrong end of a feather duster was swinging lustily across her rump, causing tears to stream down her face. The only thought Clara had was a fervent hope her make-up was not streaking. The blows continued to rain down until "Twelve," was called out. The pain was excruciating, tears leaked down her cheeks but her screams were muffled by the gag. Her bottom felt on fire; she knew red welts would stripe her soft, pale cheeks. And now every movement of her body increased the searing pain caused by the butt plug. Clara knew that she would be moving gingerly for days to come.
How much longer would it continue? Her friends were still communicating with her tormentor and following his instructions too closely for her liking. Then, amidst a cacophony of sound Clara heard the continuous click of cameras. If this torture ever finished she vowed her friends would pay dearly. She was getting angry even though they were just following her own instructions. The infuriating thing was that they were delighting in her humiliation. A further buzz of voices alerted Clara to new punishments- one of her friends slipped her hand along Clara's throbbing bottom; Then checked the cylinder inside her. Immediately the infuriating pulsing began again accompanied by passes of the feather across her swollen vaginal lips.
As a final ignominy several sets of hands began to tickle Clara. Tickling that caused her paroxysms of giggling until she felt she would die if it didn't stop immediately. A voice whispered that this was her promised but belated birthday present. The cylinder was removed and soft lips moved over her vaginal lips, savoring the swollen texture. A long thin tongue parted her lips and sank inside her. It soaked up her previous emissions along its torturous journey. Exquisite feelings welled up inside her as the tongue licked its way as far inside as it could reach. Then it made its way back outside and traced her lips up to her clitoris. The tip of the tongue searched the folds of skin and flicked across her clitoris. Each touch lifted Clara to a higher level of excitement. Then her clit was caught between teeth and chewed softly. The teeth scraped along her clit causing muted gasps of pleasure. Her orgasm was intensified by fingers turning and pressing the butt plug. Spurts of cum leaked from her to her girlfriend's muffled squeals of delight.
Clara was stunned; no girl had even touched her pussy before, let alone get her off. Of course she had had her share of boyfriends who had turned her on to the joys of cunnilingus. But, nowadays it was her fingers or trusty vibrator that provided her only relief. All her movements stopped because she feared what those watching would be able to see. She turned scarlet from embarrassment as she imagined them watching her writhe in pain and ecstasy. After all, the implements were inside her body allowing an uninterrupted view of her naked charms. What upset Clara the most was that she could not stop the delicious feelings spreading through her body once again. Muffled cries of anguish turned to moans of pleasure followed by shudders and lots of squirming. Knowing she was past caring, her so-called friends turned her over so that the cam could record every humiliating moment.
The blindfold might mask her identity, but it also took away her ability to judge distance and position so for the moment, Clara desperately wanted the pulsing to stop before another shuddering orgasm hit her. Her thighs were tensing and unclenching with greater frequency now. A command to stay still registered too late- the feather duster cut into the soles of her feet. Clara had never felt so much pain in her life. Her muffled complaints drew another strike across the other sole. More tears leaked down her cheeks. But this time Clara stayed still and obeyed the commands.
Clara smiled to herself, she enjoyed being the center of attention, even though she would deny it until she was blue in the face. Something had changed- the continuous hum of her computer had stopped. A furious click of camera buttons followed. Then Clara was pulled to her feet and the restraints were removed one by one. Removing the blindfold was the one she savored the most; while the butt plug and nipple rings had no noticeable effect. A numbness lingered, causing her to rub those areas tenderly. She knew it would be days before her body returned to normal.
Her girlfriends hugged her one at a time declaring that they could never be as brave as her. Then Clara saw the numerous photographs chronicling her humiliation. She picked up each one, examined it before replacing it then moving on to the next photograph. It was wonderful, she could not describe her feelings other than saying it felt better than an orgasm. A warmth filled her totally and she couldn't stop smiling. It was insane but Clara felt so happy. All she knew was that her life had changed inexplicably.
She just wanted her girlfriends to go so she could savor these feelings and re-live what she saw in each of the photographs. Clara took the proffered Bourbon and joined the babble of conversation but her mind was already somewhere else. Then she glanced at the computer and saw the message- "Your wager is paid in full but I am looking forward to many more transactions between the two of us." The screen went blank.
