Not Exactly What He Had in Mind!

But when she needed it again . . . she would HAVE to have it! At ALL costs!

A finger found her clit again, just as she was reaching her limit of pain. It played expertly along her stretched skin and finally locked in on the perfect spot. Joy flooded through her. She screamed loudly into her ball gag. She was helpless. Nothing would stop her in the throes of this wonderful feeling. The finger pressed again a few more times against her clit just to make sure she was well and over the edge . . . and then it was removed. But that didn't matter to her now. That wonderful finger and the huge dildo had done their job well.

She felt the bed shift and the monster inside of her take a slightly different angle and her body warped with pleasure!

She felt two hands reach forward and begin to loosen the blindfold. The dildo shifted again obscenely inside her. Slowly . . . so slowly the blindfold was coming off. She was still at the peak of her orgasm when it finally came all the way off . . .

. . . and in the dim light she saw that it was Shelly who was fucking her with that monster between her legs!

But her shock was too late. Even though so many tiny little details slammed back into focus and meaning . . . her own body had control of her now. Shelly's large breasts swung backwards and forwards in time with her thrusts. The huge latex dildo filled her completely . . . emptied her out again . . . and rocked her world loose as it slammed into the back of her cunt again.

Shelly was relentless. She wouldn't stop. Her eyes had captured hers and wouldn't let go. Keeley couldn't look away. Slowly Keeley felt herself beginning to blackout while still on the edge of ultimate pleasure. Her last sight as she finally broke Shelly's gaze and her head turned was of Ex slumped over on the floor . . . handcuffed and naked . . dead to the world in a drugged stupor.

When some vague sense of consciousness came back to her she could tell she was free of her restraints. But her body still wouldn't respond to her anymore than had when she was tied up. She now knew that she herself had been drugged. That she had been used in every hole she had by that impossibly large dildo. And she knew that Shelly had done it all to her.

And she was VERY afraid she knew why!

Shelly's wryly smiling face swam into view. She was dressed and ready to go. All her stuff was packed and in their bedroom doorway. She seemed to be talking, but Keeley couldn't quite understand her. Shelly pointed to Ex on the floor . . . still out of it . . . and still handcuffed. Lots of interesting words seemed to be scrawled all over his body in permanent marker.

Finally Keeley could focus on Shelly and understand her. Shelly seemed to recognize that fact and started over talking to her again.

It was EX who had tied Shelly up and fucked her so badly that she got bruises from the restraints. They had been carrying on for a while now . . . but one night they had both got so drunk that things had gotten way out of hand. This had happened on a night Keeley had worked but Shelly had called into work sick. Shelly and her magic bag had rented a suite at a local hotel and Ex had met her there. The bruises Ex had left on her couldn't be explained away. She was off work for weeks and because of what Ex had done to her she eventually lost her sugar daddy over it.

Ex was the real reason Shelly had come to live with them in the first place!

Ex deserved to be punished for what he had done . . . and because Shelly regarded herself as a true bitch . . . she thought that I had to be punished as well. She explained that I needed to wake up. That if I was going to stay in this business I either had to:

A) Learn to go without a sex

B) Learn to please myself completely

C) Swallow my pride . . . and hangups about women . . . and take advantage of what the other horny dancers at the club freely offered or . . .

D) Find a nice guy that understands the business and can really handle it.

Shelly said the method that she thought would probably work for me best was a combination of all of the above!

But I had to learn how to spot the guys that would just take advantage of me NOW. That's the only way I was going to get my college debts paid off and eventually get out of this business. Like she was doing right now. She said she was taking whatever money was in the house . . . along with her own considerable nest egg. She would leave me just enough for me to get by on . . . provided I did without the leech here draining me. She gave EX a quick kick in the groin for emphasis.

Even in his unconscious state Ex seemed to felt that!

She said the drug would wear off quickly enough. She wrote a number on a piece of paper and left it on the nightstand . . . next to the keys to Ex's handcuffs. Her hard eyes actually seemed to grow soft for a moment.

"I didn't do all of this to just punish you. I did it to make you feel everything you have been missing. If you are with someone you trust . . . it always feels good when you make love. Not earth shattering every single time. But at least good. Like he cares about you . . . and you care for him. All Ex was doing was using you and you know it. Its ok to give part of yourself to someone . . . even if that part makes you feel as if you are losing control."

"You KNOW that now! You have felt it at least once, now! The trick is to give that kind of power to the RIGHT person and ONLY the right person!"

Her eyes grew stern again . . . even as her body seemed to thrill to a new kind of pleasure.

"That phone number is MY Ex's new cell phone number. Get your things packed. Get them ready to go. Call a friend you can trust to come by and pickup you and your things. Stay there with them for a while. Those bruises won't heal for a long, long time. You won't able to work for at least a month. Call it a funny kind of gift from me. Use your time wisely. You have a degree . . . get a job . . . or go back to dancing for a while on YOUR terms! No one else's . . you HEAR me!"

An actual REAL smile came over her face. "Or I'll come back and really beat some sense into you!"

With that she grabbed her bags and walked out the door . . . but as she was leaving she turned her head back and laughed out at me!

"The magic bag is yours . . use its contents wisely . . . and have fun with it . . . BOTH of you!"

After a moment, Keeley slowly got up and packed her things . . . including the magic suitcase full of all sorts of unknown adult goodies. Then she made two phone calls. The first was to Shelly's still very irate ex-sugar daddy . . . who promised to be over right away to take matters with Ex into his own hands . . . so to speak.

The second phone was to of all people . . . ME!

That's how I know this story so well. That and because I understand that ALL men are pigs some of the time . . . but that most men are not pigs all of the time. A few however ARE pigs ALL of the time!

Because I knew that . . . and that Ex had turned into the 24/7 kind of pig . . . I knew that Ex had planned well ahead and videotaped EVERYTHING that happened that night. Probably from several different camera angles even! It didn't take me long to find his nest of cameras and equipment. AND his stash of old tapes of every girl he had been with. There were things on there he would NEVER EVER want to see the light of day.

Shelly was one incredibly creative and vindictive girl. I wouldn't ever want to get HER seriously mad at me. Which is just one additional reason I treat Keeley so well to this day . . . because I still have a feeling that Shelly WILL be back someday.

Until then only we . . . and thankfully no one else . . . has a copy of that tape. We watch it occasionally to remind us of what really happened that night. And how far we have grown together as a couple now. And what a long strange trip it has been to get Keeley and myself . . . and our curious little corner of the world . . . back on the right track again!

But more on that next time!

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