Sleight of Hand - Sex Stories

Sleight of Hand

... much. I can show you how it works, if you would like?” Jenna thought about it for all of three seconds before agreeing. Even though she had just rubbed most of her sexual frustrations away, she still couldn’t resist another opportunity to let him put his hands on her. “It’s simple,” he began, “just step right over here.” Tristan opened the stocks along a hinge whose seam bisected all three holes perfectly. Then, taking her hands, he laid her wrists inside the smaller, outer holes. He placed his grip on the back of her head and asked, “May I?” “I don’t mind,” she reassured him. Guiding her downward, Tristan placed her neck across the wood and settled it into the smooth crook of the center hole. Then, carefully, he closed the top section above her head and wrists before closing the latch. A lock was shut into place and he stepped in front of her. “What do you think? Can you get out?” he teased. She tried to push upward but the top portion wouldn’t budge. Jenna attempted to pull back her head or hands through the holes but all of them were far too big to fit. Laughing nervously, she said, “I’m stuck.” “That’s the goal of the thing,” he responded, “It wouldn’t be much of a trick if you could just slip out.” “I suppose not. So how do I get out of this thing?” “You don’t. Well, at least not until someone lets you out,” he joked. “Very funny. But there’s a secret to it, isn’t there?” “There’s a secret to everything.” “Fine,” she said, deciding to play along, “And what do I have to ...

... do to learn these secrets?” He gave her a curious look. “Are you bargaining with me?” Suddenly, an idea took shape in her mind. A naughty, ingenious idea. A small grin formed on Jenna’s face before she said, “Not a bargain. A wager.” “A wager? What kind of wager?” he asked, intrigued. “You said that you could read minds as a part of your act. So, read mine,” she commanded. “Oh okay, I can do that,” he said before closing his eyes and putting his fingers to his temples. “You… you want something. Yes. You… want… out of the stocks. Yes, that’s it.” She let out a genuine laugh. “That’s good but not exactly what I had in mind.” “Fine, what is it then?” With a coy, crooked grin she said, “You have to guess what color panties I am wearing.” Tristan stood there for a moment, wide-eyed. It was obvious that he hadn’t expect her to say that. He blinked, gulped, and spoke. “I beg your pardon?” “Guess what color panties I am wearing. You get it wrong and you have to show me how to get out of this thing.” Tristan crouched down so that the two of them were eye-to-eye. “Fine,” he spoke, “They are black.” Jenna’s face stretched in a wide, satisfied grin. “Nope. Good guess though.” Tristan looked shocked. “You’re lying,” he said coldly. “Go ahead and check for yourself then,” she told him defiantly, not thinking that he actually would. “If that’s the way you want it,” he stated before marching around to the back to see for himself. A nervous Jenna bit her lip knowing what he was about to find. ...