Chapter 5
 

". But I get to make one condition to be specified only after you agree. Take it or leave it."
 

I was praying she would leave it. There was no fucking way I could last that long in that moist steaming cauldron of her sexy mouth, so hot and moist, tight. Stop it, you idiot! You'll lose before you start!
 

"OK. When do you want to lose?"
 

Oh, shit I'm a gonner. Maybe if I go jack off for a month solid.
 

"Right now. But I can't lose."
 

Her head snapped up so fast, I thought she would get whiplash. She knew, she could bloody see the condition I was in and what condition my cock was in. She could see it throbbing, lusting at her. She had seen me almost lose it when she had merely stroked it with her fingertip. We hadn't had intercourse for more than a week, because of the last week's events. I was loaded for bear and we both knew it. Shit, it was already glistening with oozing pre-cum in anticipation of her warm mouth engulfing it. Soft and warm, gently surrounding the throbbing head. Even if only for one brief moment. STOP IT.
 

She got up without another word and moved beside my chair. I turned my chair so she was between my legs. All she had to do was kneel down, lean forward and win the bet. She started to kneel down. I had to delay her for a minute. Focus on something else. I looked around the kitchen frantically for a diversion.
 

"Wait. I had a condition."
 

She grinned at me, confident. Too confident. I had to change our positions, somehow. Re-establish the smugness I had felt earlier, sort of.
 

"You going to blindfold me?"
 

She batted her eyes. She knew me too well. But it did give me an idea. Maybe.
 

In answer, I reached up and loosened the black silk rope holding her robe closed. I pulled it free from the belt loops.
 

"Turn around."
 

She did with saucy flip of her hips, a dare, a challenge.
 

I made a loop at one end of belt and slipped it over her wrist. I pulled that wrist behind her into the small of her back. She resisted slightly as I caught her other hand and gently pulled it back behind her. She was strangely quiet and there was a visible tremor to her whole body. The sauce had mellowed.
 

"Please, not this."
 

It was a barely audible whisper. But she stopped before she finished.
 

"What did you say?"
 

She cleared her throat.
 

"Nothing. Just a bad memory."
 

I secured the two wrists together behind her. There was rope left over, and I figured 'What the hell. Let's go for broke.' I wound the rope up and around her forearms to her elbows, pulling each wind a little tighter, drawing her elbows towards each other. In testament to her flexibility, when I finished, they were touching. She had not made another sound. I touched her hip to indicate she could face me.
 

"Oh. My. God!"
 

I was unprepared for the site I beheld. Tying her hands behind her back and forcing her elbows together had the glorious effect of forcing her chest out through the open robe. They were standing proudly up thrust, firm and quivering with her - what - fear? Anger? She was definitely shaking.
 

Whether it was the conversation, the cool air conditioning, or (dare I hope?) her reaction to bondage, her nipples betrayed her arousal as did the distinctive odor of her visibly dripping pussy. Even her swollen clit was visible. I had about as much of the upper hand as I was ever going to get with this wonderful woman. It was now or never.
 

I set my watch on chronograph and zeroed it out. I placed it on the arm of the chair facing her so we could both see it. She kneeled down in front of me. Instead of initiating the bet, as she usually did, she waited for my signal.
 

I nodded to her. "Now."
 

I waited until she had the head fully in her mouth before I started the timer. One of her eyebrows raised in a silent question.
 

I answered her with, "Just so there is no question when I win."
 

I sounded way more confident that I felt.
 

As she couldn't nod without defaulting, she merely lowered the eyebrow. And closed her eyes. She shut me out, trying to help me win! Damn it all and fuck that shit. I got mad.
 

"I'll call the whole thing off right now if you don't try to win!" I snapped at her. I reached down and lifted her mouth off my cock.
 

"I-I-I'm ccccuuuummminnnggg," she gasped, visibly shuddering.
 

In a flash, ashamed, I was beside her on the floor, supporting her sagging body. Her breath stabilized after a long while, evening out as she lay heavily against my chest.
 

"Here, let me untie you. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to tie it so tight. It was stupid."
 

She shook her head, stopping me.
 

"No. Wait! Yes, but later. It's just been a long time since.." Again she didn't finish.
 

"Want to tell me about it?" I asked.
 

"Later, lover. Damn, you're good." Her sense of humor was back, anyway.
 

Catching her breath, she asked in a strangely submissive voice, "May I try again?"
 

I swore there was an unspoken word at the end of that sentence. Something like "Sir," or "Master." Or maybe I was dreaming.
 

"You sure you're up to it?"
 

She snorted. "Are you? Oh, yes. I can see you are."
 

I sat back up in the chair and scooted my butt forward to the edge of the seat. My iron hard prick stood straight up from my groin, within easy reach of her mouth. Again she waited for my signal.
 

I reset the clock to zero. Her eyes widened. And I thought I saw a malicious twinkle in them. Good, at least she was getting back to normal.
 

"Now."
 

As before, she leaned forward. Knowing I wouldn't start the clock until she had the whole head in her mouth, she took her time getting it all in. And, if the clock wasn't running, the restrictions of the bet didn't apply. She kissed and lathered and sucked and bobbed and tongued all around the tip of my cock, driving me fucking ape-shit. This was the competitor I knew. And loved. But two could play that game.
 

Very smoothly I moved my shin to place my foot to about where I guessed her crotch would be. When her mouth was centered over my prick, I moved my foot up so it just caressed her pussy. Surprised at the sudden contact, she gasped, opening her mouth. I thrust up with my hips and her lips engulfed the entire head.
 

I started the clock.
 

She did her damnedest to win this time. Her sexy eyes never left mine. She had that sultry look down cold, and was beating down my resistance with those devilish dancing green eyes.
 

At 30 seconds I was sweating. The heat generated by her mouth was incredible. I could feel her heartbeat and mine both in the head of my cock. The more I concentrated on the twin beats, the closer they got.
 

At 45 seconds our heartbeats synchronized. I tried to blank my mind, but all I could see was Janey in her mother's place, kneeling submissively before me, her lips nestled at the base of my cock.
 

I quit trying to blank my mind. The way I was going that was a sure-fire way to loose.
 

At 60 seconds, trickles of sweat coalesced and trailed down my chest and pooled in my navel. This was more effective than a sauna!
 

Her eyes suddenly began dancing, sparkling with a vitality I had never seen in her before. When my foot, still directly under her crotch, got wet, I knew she had cum again. But she hadn't defaulted by moving, moaning or sucking. I glanced at the clock. She had cum at 90 seconds. Halfway. God! I'll never make it! Her eyes flicked to the clock with mine, then snapped back to capture them again. I never thought of looking away. I should have.
 

If I had thought she was trying before, I was badly mistaken. Her current efforts at seductive 'come hither' looks were beyond anything I had seen prior. The looks she gave me for the next 90 seconds would have seduced a statue.
 

She almost won. She took advantage of my foot below her and slowly lowered her body, capturing my foot with her sopping cunt. Her only reaction when I wiggled my big toe was to slightly close her eyes, shudder a bit and shift so it wasn't directly over her clit. I shifted it back, grinning at her and began a steady rotation of my toe over her button.
 

With my foot sort of trapped beneath her, she slowly turned her body without moving her head, letting her stiff nipples scratch along the hairs of my thigh, one after the other. I'll bet you never considered your legs as an erogenous zone. I sure hadn't. I do now.
 

The ends of the armrests on my chair snapped off suddenly in my death grip as the timer crawled towards the 3-minute mark. My eyes darted back and forth between her eyes and the timer like a trapped animal.
 

2:58
 

I could have recited every poem I have ever learned in the space of time from then until the end. And I was a poetry minor in college.
 

2:59
 

God could have done all 7 days of creation here. Twice.
 

3:00
 

3:01
 

3:02
 

I didn't cum. As surprised as I was, Sally was even more so. For the first time I saw something in her eyes that bordered on true respect. She respected control, especially the ability to control one's sexual urge. She had had to do so all her life. Her daughter did as well. I may have been the first person, male person, anyway, she could truly respect in that way.
 

3:30
 

She was now waiting patiently at my feet, a stillness about her. She had lost, but knew I still had something to prove. She sat there, a beautiful woman, hands bound behind her, quietly fucking herself on my toe and caressing my thighs with her nipples, waiting for me. For what I wanted. I felt her cum dripping steadily down my foot, the contractions on my toes delightful. A pool of her juices was forming at my heel.
 

4:15
 

Her mouth must have been sore by now. But she had never moved, sucked or tongued throughout. Still I lasted. She waited with me. For me.
 

5:00
 

Chapter 6
 

"Now!"
 

It was a quiet command to her, as well as a warning to her that I was going to flood her mouth. We came together. I had so much stored jism pumping into her oral cavity, it flowed out her nose. It dripped to the floor beneath my chair.
 

I sat back in the chair, and placed the broken armrests on the table. I would fix them later. Right now, I was totally drained, exhausted, exhilarated. I had won! I didn't even want to think about what would have happened if I had lost. I had won! We would marry.
 

I understood she had not agreed to a time frame and I grinned, thinking of the next bet we would make in order to set the date. I was about to mention this to her, but stopped as I watched her thoroughly clean my semi-erect cock with her tongue. She then bent completely over and licked my foot clean. She proceeded from there to lick up the drops of cum, hers and mine, that had fallen to the kitchen floor.
 

Sitting back on her heels when she finished, she waited for me to speak, but I was speechless. I was not used to this behavior, had never seen it before, but was damned sure I could get used to it real quick. If I could just figure out what was going on.
 

A slight motion of my hand, and she raised up and settled on my lap, facing me, one leg out to either side of my hips. My stiffening organ nestled against her gaping cunt, and as I hardened and lengthened, she shifted back and forth so that it grew up into her. As it stiffened, I felt her contract almost continuously, her green eyes now lidded.
 

I lifted her knees, bringing her feet off the floor. This forced her to settle completely on my cock with her entire weight. A tremendous sob tore from her as she gasped out my name.
 

"Oh, Laaarry!" The pressure her muscles exerted on me felt like she was going to snap my cock off at the base. As she slowly relaxed from this major climax, she tipped forward and nestled her face in the crook of my neck. For a while I thought she was asleep until I felt her lips gently working.
 

Damn! A hickey! That mischievous minx! I had an important meeting on Friday with a new client.
 

Without thinking, I swatted at her ass with my open hand. It was just a light slap, honest! I was not prepared for her response. It was as if every muscle in her body, including those gripping my prick for dear life, contracted at their greatest strength. Her legs shot rigid out behind the chair. Her back arched even more, offering her glorious breasts to my mouth. This seizure/climax seemed to last forever, until she could finally gasp out a plea.
 

"God! Shit! Fuck! Oh, God! Please, Larry. Stop for a minute. Uuuhhh. We have, uuuhhh, to talk."
 

I stopped toying with her tits. Reluctantly. I waited for her to get off my prick. I waited for her to ask to be untied. Her arms must be aching by now. I waited.
 

She didn't move off my staff, nor did she ask to be released. She jumped right in, no hesitation this time.
 

"My last boyfriend. You have to know. He hurt Janey.. And me.."
 

She was speaking in gasps. I shushed her, bringing my lips to hers. She stayed right there in my face, resting her forehead on mine, her nose smashed against mine. I traced her lips with my tongue, tasting myself on her. In many ways, this felt more intimate than fucking her.
 

"Gary was my last boyfriend before you, about four years ago."
 

I did the math in my head. Janey had been ten or eleven years old.
 

"We had been together a long time, two years or so, and over time, I came to relax my guard around him. I guess I let myself believe we were in love, although I knew we weren't.
 

"He was good with Janey at first, spending time with her, rough-housing as only a guy can with a young girl. She seemed to like him. They were inseparable on weekends, and, after she was in bed, he would fuck me silly. Things were great for the first 6 months or so.
 

"Then one night he said he wanted to try something different. He used a belt or something and tied me to the bed. I went wild. It was the most exciting thing I had ever experienced up until then. I mean, I knew what bondage was, and had dabbled, but Gary took it serious. When he tied me up, it was for real, even that first time.
 

"He saw my reaction to it and rapidly introduced me to more and more B&D. The stricter the better. I got hooked on it. Really hooked. It was the closest thing I have ever had to an addiction. When I was tied up, I felt exhilaration, a real rush. For the first time in my life, I could relax sexually, let go. When I was bound, I was free.
 

"It sounds strange, but try to understand. All my life I had had to maintain control over my sex drive. But when I was tied up, it was as if I wasn't in control anymore. I could give full vent to my passionate side. It was a heady, dangerous thing to do, but I gave into it. Surrendered to it totally. And, unfortunately, to Gary.
 

"I didn't know Gary was deeper into it than I was, actually closer to S&M. Humiliation, my humiliation, began to play an increasingly greater part of our playtimes, or 'scenes,' as he called them. I won't go into everything that went on, but I can't think of anything that he didn't make me do. Nothing was too disgusting or vile. He used just enough bondage to keep me hooked, and I crawled willingly along after him.
 

"Gary had a great thing going. He bragged about it to his friends. First he just brought them over to show me off. First just one, then two, then more. At one party, he let someone else tie me up. The next, someone else whipped me. Then he gave me away sexually to his friends. Parties, weekends, you name it.
 

"Then one day Janey came home early from a friend's house and caught me being fucked by five men and two women, all strangers. Gary pulled her over and told her to watch her slut mother service each one of the guests at the party. He told her it would be good for her to learn what she was going to become one day. He then held her up against his naked body, with her back pressed to his limp cock dribbling cum down her white cotton blouse. He held her there and forced her to watch her mother suck the women and fuck the men. I kicked him out the next day and haven't seen him since.
 

"She was just eleven, but she understood I was torn between satisfying my sexual needs and the hating humiliation and pain he made me suffer through to get the satisfaction I craved. That was when we began to discover the full extent of the bond - that link I told you about that we have between us. I wouldn't have made it through that time without Janey's help. She would sense when I was getting antsy and keep me busy, usually with a behavior crisis of her choosing. God, she could be a real brat. She had to be, to keep me busy enough to get over my own emotional ups and downs.
 

"It was only after I was pretty much back to an even keel that I began to sense her loss. Until you, Gary was the only man she had ever known. He was her father-figure, sort of."
 

I interrupted her. I had to ask.
 

"What happened to her real father?"
 

She opened her eyes and gazed myopically into mine. She was too close to focus, but I sensed the hesitation and the pain in them. With a sigh, she answered.
 

"Her father and I were married when I was 19. He was much older, a businessman and I was a trophy wife. He saw me at the local college campus where I was a sophomore. I didn't understand my place was on the shelf, to be quiet and look pretty. I wanted the fairy tale, love, romance, sex, children.
 

"He was a businessman, like I said, and not a good one. His grandfather or great-grandfather had invented those metal grommets for the shoelace holes in shoes. Imagine how many of those things there are. 24 or more per pair of shoes, more in boots. Instant bazillionaire. By the time my husband got the company, though, the patents had run out and the business was all but dead. After a series of bad investments, me being one of them, he made a last attempt to merge with another company, but in the process lost it all. It was a shady deal, but he was greedy and got stupid. He died within a week. I think when he realized how badly he had been taken, the shock of it killed him. He was a very proud man.
 

"The new partners had set up a sizable insurance policy with the new merger - a Key Man Policy, or something like that. It was supposed to be his part of the contract. The bastards had reduced their costs by limiting the life of the policy to 30 days. My husband died 3 days before the expiration date. Nine months later Janey was born. His last two acts, he finally got it right. I'm sorry he never got to meet Janey. It might have made a difference. He would have made a great father."
 

It hurt her to talk about it. This was her failure, too. Or she saw them that way.
 

"Anyway, it took forever for the Insurance Company to pay off. They suspected suicide, then all but accused me of murder. The only thing was, neither of us had known about the policy. I wasn't even supposed to be the beneficiary. Some ditzy secretary had automatically filled in my name as beneficiary, and no one had checked it. They had exaggerated his value to the merged company by several millions of dollars, much more than his whole company was worth or had been worth for several years. And I got it all. Tax-free."
 

Several of the missing pieces to the puzzle of the past were falling into place. Just a couple more. For now, and for the future.
 

"Where do we go from here, my love?"
 

She sat up and looked me in the eye. She took a while, apparently looking for something. Or was she probing my emotions, my feelings? I felt something snooping around in my head, I think. I don't know. It felt strange, like someone else was in there with me.
 

What passed between us just then, together with what we had experienced earlier seemed to grow and merge within the two of us, becoming something real. A part of me was in her, a part of her was in me. I know, that sounds corny. I never believed that shit, either. I just don't know how else to explain it, but something inside of us had touched the other. Maybe that's what they mean by having an epiphany. If it is, we had one.
 

And it was great.
 

We knew each other better now, and in a different way. She was finally convinced I was not Gary, that I had no hidden agenda, and I would not lead her down the same path of shame and humiliation, nor would I subject her daughter to that humiliation. She didn't know, nor did I, what path we would go down from here, but she trusted me. She playfully squeezed my cock with her cunt muscles, still embedded deep within her.
 

She kissed my lips lightly and gave me an impish smile before casting her twinkling eyes downward, bowing her head in a voluntary submissive posture. What she said next thrilled me to my core, and set the course for a major part of the next phase of our relationship.
 

"Anywhere you want, I will follow you, ..."
 

This time, the missing word was added.
 

".Master."