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Mano a Mano



   By Ed Rider



   "I'm at the end of my rope, Isabella," said Felicia through her tears.

   "Take a big sip of your drink and try to explain it again," said her
friend.  "I still don't get it.  You're telling me Nolan has been doing
this to you for years and you love it, but now all of a sudden you hate
it?"

   "No, no, no," said Felicia after she took a large gulp.  "That's not it
at all.  I liked what he was doing, but now he's doing it differently, and
it's horrible.  If I could strip right now in this restaurant, you'd be
shocked at what my body looks like."

   "OK," said Isabella.  "Maybe I'll understand better if you'd start by
telling me what he used to do that you liked, and then tell me what
changed."

   "I'm sorry," said Felicia.  "I'll try to slow down so you can
understand. It's really pretty simple.  It's just the hands.  Everything
else is fine, except for the hands.  And I just don't know what to do.

   "One of the things I've always loved about Nolan is that we both totally
lose control when we have sex.  He was the first man I ever met who was as
wild as I was, and that's probably the main reason I married him.  He's
been a wonderful husband in so many ways, and we were talking about
starting a family, but now I'm too scared to think of it.

   "From the first time we had sex, I've noticed that when he gets really
excited, Nolan goes into something like a trance.  He's no longer there, or
at least his mind isn't.  Or maybe it's more like his mind has gone out of
his head and into his penis and all the other muscles he uses to make love.

   "His body makes amazing moves, and everything comes into play, his arms,
his legs, his stomach muscles, his feet, his hands, everything.  He does
things that are wonderful and unpredictable, and when I tell him later, he
doesn't remember.  But he instinctively knows how to bring me off over and
over.

   "His hands are all over me, stroking, squeezing, kneading and sometimes
even lightly spanking, just strong enough to get me more excited.  I love
what he does with his hands.

   "But about two months ago, some wires must have gotten crossed in his
brain, because his hands started hurting me.  He still squeezes my breasts
like he used to, but now he squeezes them so hard that I'm screaming in
pain.

   "The same thing happens when he holds my butt with his hands and starts
squeezing and kneading.  He's doing it so roughly that it's hurting me
rather than turning me on.  When we finish making love, my butt is so
bruised that it hurts when I sit down.  Nothing else has changed.  I was
worried about the spanking, but it's the same as before, only now it hurts
like hell because of how sensitive my ass is after he bruises it."

   "And what happens when you tell him to stop?" said Isabella.

   "I don't just tell him," said Felicia.  "I scream in his face at the top
of my lungs.  But he's not there.  I can tell that he can't hear me.  His
face doesn't change.  It's totally into the sex, and usually looking at him
when he's like that is a total turn-on for me.  But he doesn't realize what
he's doing to me.  I try to pull his hands away, but he's so strong, I
can't budge them.

   "I've tried slapping his face to wake him up, but he just grabs my hands
and holds them.  His hands are so big that he can hold both my hands in one
of his while his other hand keeps torturing me."

   "But you must have shown him what he does when he wakes up," said
Isabella.

   "Yes, and he's apologetic," said Felicia, "but he doesn't remember a
thing, and I think at some deep level it's hard for him to believe he
really hurts me, especially when he sees that I've come."

   "You come?" said Isabella.

   "Yes," said Felicia.  "Sometimes I can't, because the pain is so bad. 
But sometimes my body responds to all the other things he does at the same
time and I come even while I'm in agony.  It's a horrible feeling.  He
knows what I look like after I've come, and I can't hide it from him.  So I
don't think he takes my complaints seriously." She began to cry softly. 
"It's hard for me to say this, but I may have to divorce him.  I can't take
much more of this."

   "So it's just the hands," said Isabella, ignoring her last statement. 
"Everything else is great."

   "Yes," said Felicia, "now I think you understand."

   "Have you tried using handcuffs on him?" Isabella said.

   "What do you mean?" said Felicia.

   "If his hands are cuffed, he can't use them," said Isabella.

   "But the metal would hurt him," said Felicia, "and that would be just as
bad as him hurting me."

   "Haven't you ever heard of restraints?" said Isabella.  "They're
handcuffs that are made out of cloth material.  People use them all the
time for sex."

   "They do?" said Felicity.

   "Well, the ones who are into bondage do," said her friend.  "Anyway,
they don't hurt you, but they restrain you just like the handcuffs the
police use.  You can find them online or at one of those sex aid stores. 
Just put them on Nolan the next time you have sex and see if that helps."

   "He wouldn't let me," said Felicia.  "I told you he doesn't really think
he's doing anything wrong, even though I've shown him the bruises."

   "Well, there must be some way to get them on him," said Isabella.  "You
said he goes into a trance and doesn't know what's going on."

   "You're right," said Felicia.  "Let me think about this."



   When the package with the restraints arrived the following week, Felicia
took them out and examined them closely.  Then she began practicing with
them on various objects around the house.  She hid them from Nolan.

   Two nights later, they were in bed and Nolan began stroking her.  He had
been hesitant lately because of what she told him.  She responded, and soon
the action was heavy.  She was riding him and facing him when his hands
began reaching for her.

   They went around her and began kneading her buttocks, gently at first,
but they soon began squeezing so hard that she was biting her teeth
together hard from the pain.  When the hands began working on her breasts,
she reached under the pillow she had placed next to them and pulled out the
restraints.  As he was squeezing her breasts, she wrapped the cloth around
his wrists, took a deep breath and then pulled the strap to tighten and
lock it.  Once she did this, it was easy to push the cuffed hands away from
her.

   She continued riding him, and at first, he continued to respond, but
when he tried to use his hands, he couldn't.  He kept straining against the
cuffs, but it was obvious he didn't realize what she had done.  He made
some unintelligible noises of frustration, and stared at her with wide,
unseeing eyes.

   Slowly, Nolan stopped responding to her as she continued to ride him. 
He seemed to be awakening.

   "What's happening?" he finally said in a confused voice.  "What have you
done to me?" His eyes were now focused, and he was looking at the cuffs on
his wrists.

   "You were starting to hurt me again," said Felicia.  "So I stopped your
hands by cuffing you.  But it looks like that affected your arousal."

   "Yes, I'm not feeling excited now at all, only angry," he said.  "Please
take them off."

   "Of course," she said and removed them.  He rubbed his wrists for a
moment.

   "I don't know if I feel like making love now," he said.  "Do you want to
try again?"

   "Yes," she said.  "I'll bet you five dollars that I can get you aroused
again."

   She won the bet, and soon they were in heat again.  But once more his
hands began their assault, and she slapped the cuffs on them.  The same
thing happened again.  He struggled and eventually snapped out of his
trance.  And he was even more angry this time.

   "You can't use those things," he said.  "It totally destroys the
excitement."

   "But I have to," she said, "until we can come up with a better way of
stopping what you're doing.  Let's try again.  Maybe we work this out."

   "I don't feel like trying," he said.  "I'm trying to understand what I'm
feeling right now.  I'm really more angry now than I can ever remember."
She tried to caress him as they went to sleep, but he moved away from her.

   He didn't approach her again for more than a week, and when he did, he
told her she was not to use the cuffs again and that some of his anger was
still there.

   "I'm sorry about your anger, Nolan," she said, "but I'm angry, too,
because what you did to me was a lot worse than what I did to you.  I have
a hard time feeling sympathy for your anger.  I wish you could feel just a
little of the pain you inflicted on me.

   "Maybe the cuffs aren't the solution to this problem, but at least they
protect me.  And maybe they can help me show you what the real problem is.
I've been thinking about this, and I have a strange idea, if you want to
hear it."

   "OK, Felicia," he said.  "When you say that, I can just imagine how
bizarre it must be.  Usually, your strange stuff gets me excited, but I
don't think that's what you're talking about this time."

   "You're right," she said.  "This is about showing you what you've been
doing to me.  The next time we make love, Isabella is going to be here with
her camera filming us.  I think when you see the video, your mind will
finally accept what you've been doing."

   "That's reasonable," he said.

   "But there's more," she said, "and you're not going to like the rest. 
If you start hurting me, I'll let you do it long enough for Isabella to
record it, but then I'm going to put the cuffs on you.  And then I'm going
to try to make you feel what I've been feeling.  And I warn you, it's going
to be bad.  If the video doesn't solve the problem, maybe the pain will."

   He didn't say anything for a while.  Finally, he asked, "What if I don't
hurt you?"

   "What do you mean?" she said.

   "Well, before Isabella comes over, I'd like to practice with you,
starting tonight.  As soon as you see me start to lose touch with reality,
I want you to shake me and bring me back.  I'm going to work on being aware
of what I'm doing.  Will you help me?"

   She hugged him.  "Of course, I will, Nolan," she said.  "I'm so happy
you're finally taking this seriously.  We're going to lick this thing one
way or another."

   They began slowly, lightly touching each other and then stroking.  Why
don't we do this more often?  thought Felicia.  She was in full arousal
first.  When she began working his penis and testicles with her hands, she
saw him starting to drift off, so she stopped.  For a moment, he didn't
react, but then she saw him snap back to awareness.

   "What happened?" he said.

   "Your eyes were starting to glaze over," she said, "so I stopped."

   "All I felt was your hands, and then they stopped," he said.  "Let's try
again."

   They worked for two hours.  By that time, they were both frustrated. 
Nolan wanted to attempt full intercourse, but Felicia said that had to wait
until Isabella was there.  She finally talked him into a 69 position, and
both of them came quickly.

   The next three nights, they continued to try different ways to keep him
in the real world, but Felicia soon realized that nothing was working. 
We're going to have to see a therapist, she thought, but she didn't cancel
the appointment with Isabella the next night.

   Isabella brought three cameras with her, along with two tripods and
several standing lights.  As she set up her equipment, she explained to
Nolan and Felicia that she would be shooting them from two angles and two
levels with the cameras mounted on tripods that would be synched to the
camera in her hands, which she would use to shoot close-ups.

   Felicia wondered if Nolan was thinking the same thing she was, that
Isabella was taking a lot of trouble to just show him what he was doing
when he went into his trance, but he didn't say anything, and neither did
she.  She had a hard time keeping a straight face when Isabella explained
that she did video filming and production for her company and that she was
there as a professional and wasn't interested in anything they did except
to make sure it was all captured in focus.

   They started slowly, and Nolan was nervous at first as Isabella circled
them with her camera.  But soon he forgot about her because he was
concentrating on his hands and trying to be gentle as he stroked Felicia.
But it didn't last long as he began responding to her hands and mouth.

   She got on top of him and gave a quick nod to Isabella before she
started to ride him.  It didn't help to alert her, because when he started
attacking her breasts, Isabella screamed and started to put the camera down
to help Felicia.  Felicia shook her head and tried to mouth the word "no,"
and continued riding him as he pulled and twisted and squeezed her breasts
and her buttocks.  The pain made her shriek and cry, but somehow it was
different because she was aware that everything was being filmed even as
she was enduring it.

   After five minutes of punishment, she reached under the pillow and
pulled out three restraint straps.  The first she wrapped around his arms
halfway between the wrists and the elbows and then she slowly pulled it
tight until his arms were forced together and locked it securely.

   She continued riding him, but gradually he stopped responding and began
blinking his eyes.  When he was back from wherever he had been, he looked
around and saw her, the restraint and Isabella filming them.  "OK," he
said, "you can take the cuffs off, and I'll watch the video."

   "Not yet, Nolan," she said.  "You forgot what I told you.  While I have
you restrained, I'm going to do some things to you that I hope will make
you understand what it feels like when you are hurting me with your hands.
It can't be the exactly the same, because you're not a woman, but I hope it
will give you some sense of it."

   "No," he said, "that's not necessary.  Just show me the video."

   "I'm sorry," she said, "but I'm going to force this on you, just like
you forced your hands on me before I found out how to restrain them.  Don't
try to get up."

   But he did anyway.  He didn't know what to do with his hands, but he
started moving his body to shake her off.  Felicia had anticipated this,
because just as he began, she rose off his soft penis and moved forward
onto his stomach.  "Keep filming all of this, Isabella," she shouted as she
stood up and then sat down hard on his stomach.

   The air went out of him, and he groaned as she got up.  Now she jumped
on the bed like it was a trampoline and from high in the air, she landed on
him even harder.  The fourth time she did this, he stopped moving.  He was
totally limp and gasping for air.

   "I'm sorry that was necessary, Nolan," she said, "but you're much bigger
than me even though your hands are restrained, so I needed to quiet you. 
Now I'm going to lift your locked hands up and carefully move them back
like this until they are over your head.  They're forming a small arc up
there that I'm going to use.

   "Now, let me take your left leg and lift it up.  Boy, is it heavy.  Let
me move over here to get some leverage.  That's it.  I'm slowly pulling it
back over your head and into that arc formed by your arms.  Now I'm going
to use this other, heavier restraint to attach it to your left arm.  There.
Now let me do the same with the right leg and attach it to the right arm.

   "That's it.  Now I'm loosening the handcuffs a little.  They only need
to be tight enough to keep your legs from swinging out, because the ankles
are tightly attached to your wrists.  There.  All done.  I hope you got all
that Isabella.  I hear you breathing hard.  Try to concentrate on being a
professional videographer, please.

   "Now let me get up and look at you, Nolan.  I see you're starting to get
your wind back.  That's good, because I need you to be fully alert for
this. You are trussed up nicely, and I can easily roll you back and forth
on the bed with one hand like this.  I hope that makes you feel a little
humiliated, but the main reason you're in this position is it allows me to
do whatever I need to without interference.

   "When I thought of how you squeeze my buttocks so hard that they become
bruised and red, I realized that I couldn't possibly duplicate with my tiny
hands what you do with your big muscular hands.  But I want you to get the
feeling of the deep pain that goes through every inch of me from the thighs
to the hips, so I picked this to help me.

   "It's a wooden paddle, not too small, not too big, heavy enough for me
to greatly magnify my strength, but not too heavy.  Let's see if it does
the job.  There's one.  It's certainly noisy enough.  You're big and macho,
Nolan, and I love that in you, so you're going to try to take the pain
silently.  Here's another one.

   "I'm going to get into a slow rhythm now and not try to swing with all
my might like the first two.  As you can feel, I'm varying them, some
lighter ones and then a really strong one.  No pattern.  I want to surprise
you.  Do you have anything to say yet?  No, you're still gritting your
teeth.

   "You're starting to get red, like my buttocks look after you've bruised
them.  I'm going to increase the pace a little now.  That one brought a
little noise.  I think we're getting somewhere.

   "My arm is starting to get a little tired, but I'm going to keep going
as long as I can before I take a break.  Did I just hear a sob?  Let me
look at your face.  You're crying, Nolan.  Do you have anything to say yet?
You're a brave man, but I think you're afraid of what will happen if you
open your mouth.

   "Isabella has one camera trained on your face waiting while she's down
here shooting me paddling you.  That was a loud sob.  I think we're close.
I'm getting a second wind, and I think I can go on for quite a while.

   "Wow!  You finally let go, Nolan.  Yes, yes, keep crying.  Keep
apologizing.  I'm paddling you in rhythm with your gasps and your sobs. 
This is great.  We're almost there.  I think you're starting to understand
how I feel when I can't stop you.

   "That's what I was waiting for.  You've lost all your dignity.  You're
screaming at me to stop, begging me like a helpless child.  And still I'm
paddling you.  You are feeling it all through your lower body now, aren't
you?  I liked the way you screamed out yes.  Keep begging, keep crying, let
it all out, Nolan.  Now you're collapsing in agony and pain and just
whimpering.  I think that's enough."

   She stopped and put aside the paddle.  She stroked his rear, and he
screamed.  "That's how it feels, Nolan," she said.  "Just something
touching you there is going to be painful for at least a week.  There,
there.  Just cry as much as you want to.  Isabella is going to turn off the
cameras, and we'll take a break.  No, I'm not going to release you, because
we're not done.  But this was the most painful part, so it's all downhill
from here."

   After a few minutes, Nolan slowly stopped sobbing, and all was quiet for
10 minutes.  Then Felicia said, "You can start rolling now, Isabella. 
Nolan, you'll see on the video how you were grabbing my breasts and
squeezing them hard and pulling them from my chest and twisting them
around.

   "Since men don't have breasts, I can't do that to you, but men do have
something else.  Do you feel my hands around your testicles.  They are so
large, I have to use two hands to get all the way around them.  You love it
when I manipulate them like this.  It usually makes you hard right away,
but I think the pain in your behind is affecting you.

   "I like it when you play with my breasts, too, even when you squeeze
them and pull them, but there's a limit.  Do you feel my hands getting
tighter.  At first, it gets uncomfortable, and then it begins to hurt
tremendously.  There, I think you're starting to feel what I'm saying. 
Yes, you don't need to prove anything now.  It's all right to start crying
and begging.

   "Now I'm going to pull your balls away from your body.  Do you feel the
stretching feeling as they are pulled further and further away?  Do you
feel like they might be ripped right off your chest, I mean, ripped right
off your crotch.  It's a horrible feeling.

   "But this is even worse, isn't it, when I twist them around and around
tighter and tighter.  Your body is exploding with pain and you think you'd
rather be dead than endure one more twist like this, wouldn't you, Nolan?
Do you get the idea?  Now I'm going to relax and let you go.  What a
relief! Enjoy it for a couple of minutes.  We'll do this a couple of more
times so that you can remember.

   The third time she attacked his genitals, he was so hoarse from
screaming that he couldn't speak.  All he could manage was a whimpering
sound, like a dog.

   When she finished, she said, "All right, we're almost done.  The last
part is maybe 40 percent pain and 60 percent humiliation.  Remember, when
you looked at me and saw that I came, even though I told you what pain you
caused.  You didn't believe the pain, because if it hurt so bad, how could
I come?

   "Sometimes our body plays strange games.  The worst feeling I've ever
felt was when I was having an orgasm while my breasts and buttocks are in
horrible pain.  You can't know what that's like unless it happens to you.

   "See how I'm starting to pump your penis.  It's pretty limp, and I'm
holding it tight as I pull up and down.  It hurts when I do that, doesn't
it.  When I'm holding it tight like this and there's no lubricant, the
friction can be painful, and right now, since you're not hard, I'm pulling
it out, too, and stretching the skin.  But look, you're getting hard
anyway.

   "Now, I'm going to take my other hand and start manipulating your balls.
First, there will be some soft caresses, then moving them around and then
I'm going to grab and squeeze and pull like before.  It doesn't feel good,
does it, but it still is arousing you.

   "Now when I slap your ass lightly, it will cause tremendous shooting
pains because you are so deeply bruised.  Look, you're already sagging. 
You've lost your erection.

   "But men are incredible.  I'm starting to pump you again and play games
with your balls, and you're already at attention.  Let me squeeze even
harder on your penis while I rub it.  I heard that scream.  The outside is
starting to get red from all the friction, but you're still excited.  I
wonder if you can still come if I start slapping your balls again like this
and spanking you.

   "Nope, you got soft again.  Let's do this a couple of more times.  I
want you needing to come so bad that all the pain won't prevent you."

   She aroused Nolan a few more time and then abused him until he wilted
again.  Each time, his cries became more desperate.  "Maybe this time I
will let you come," she said as she began pumping his penis again.  "Oh,
look, I think your body is anticipating the pain, because your penis is
growing, but it's not getting hard and solid like you usually do.  It's
longer and thicker, but it's only half aroused.  Let me work on it with two
hands.

   "There, that was painful wasn't it?  Both hands tight around it, rubbing
and pulling.  It looks really red now, like a piece of raw meat.  But it's
still halfway hard.  Unless I start hurting your balls, I think it will
stay that way.  Let me see if I can make you come like this.

   "Wow!  That was a scream.  It's really hurting you now when I'm pumping
your reddened penis, isn't it?  I'm going faster, but I don't hear you
starting to pant like you always do before you come.  You probably can't
come this way because of the pain from my rubbing, even though you are
aroused.  But I know what to do?

   "Hand me that container of lubricant, please Isabella.  I'm going to
stick a finger in this thick, white stuff, and then I'm going to do this.
You definitely felt that the way you moved, Nolan.  Yes, it's in your ass
now, and first I'm going to move it in and out a little like you like it.
That feels good doesn't it, even though my other hand is torturing your
penis.

   "Now somewhere inside there is your prostrate.  I'm starting to probe
around to find it.  Once I do, I just gently massage it.  There it is.  Now
watch this.  One, two, three.  Look at your penis.  It's starting to
dribble.  Yes, that's your come.

   "It doesn't feel like an orgasm, does it, Nolan?  I researched this on
the Internet.  It's called milking.  The semen is coming out, but you're
barely feeling anything except pain.  Your body responded without your even
realizing it.  Look at it dribble out there.

   "Now, I'm going to wrap my thumbs and fingers around your penis at the
base, right where it's connected to your body.  I'm going to squeeze as
hard as I can while I pull slowly toward the tip.  That really hurts,
doesn't it, but look what's happening.  I'm squeezing lots of come out of
you, like I squeeze a toothpaste tube.  All that come was trapped inside,
because your body let loose of it, but it couldn't ejaculate it out of you
because of the pain.  But now it's coming out, all over you.  Look at how
much come he has, Isabella.  I'm always amazed, even the second or third
time.  I love it.

   "There, I'm finished.  It's all over, Nolan.  I think you can now
empathize a little when you watch yourself attacking me on the video.  I'm
hoping this will help with the cure.  Isabella is going to pack up now. 
Yes, just cover up there in bed and go to sleep.  I'll help Isabella, and
then I'll draw you a nice hot bath.  It helped me a little."



   Nolan did not talk to her for a few days, and she knew better than to
say anything to him.  Isabella called her up four days later sounding out
of breath.  She said that Felicia had to come over that night.

   She had never seen her friend as excited as she was when she opened the
door.  She didn't offer her a drink and said only a few words as she
dragged her to the living room and pushed in the DVD she had edited.  For
20 minutes, there was no sound in the room except the sounds of her pain
and then Nolan's.

   After the video finished, Felicia was so aroused that she wanted to rip
her clothes off.  She felt that she might have an orgasm if she touched
herself for just a second.

   "Do you want to see the raw footage?" asked Isabella.  Felicia could
barely say yes.

   They watched all the action from the different angles of each camera. 
When it was over, both of them were exhausted.  Felicia had come a couple
of times, even without touching herself.  Once, when she looked over at
Isabella, she saw her friend's legs spread and her hand under her dress.

   Isabella handed her the disk.  "It's all on here," she said.

   Felicia stood up.  "Thanks," she said and walked out in a daze.  At
home, she tried to interest Nolan in sex, but he pushed her away when they
went to bed.  She got up and went to the living room and used her fingers
while she played the video in her mind.

   She showed him the video the next day, and he was shocked when he saw
what he was doing to her.  But when it came to the part where she was
abusing him, he left the room.  For the next week, she tried to seduce him,
but he wouldn't respond.  So she watched the video and took care of
herself. Finally, one night, he seemed a little receptive.  "No handcuffs
this time," he said, "no matter what."

   She was so aroused that she could barely open her mouth to say, "OK,
only this time." Even before he entered her, she had one orgasm, and once
they coupled, she quickly had three more.  Then as soon as he went into his
trance, she used her finger in his anus to bring him off before he even
reached for her breasts.

   Afterwards, they were both in a loving glow.  It was great, she thought
to herself, but it doesn't mean anything.  I still don't know if he's
cured.

   She found out the next time.  He began hurting her with his hands again,
but she had agreed not to use the cuffs.  All she could do was use her
finger again to get him to finish faster, but she never came.  Afterwards
she watched the video and satisfied herself and then felt disgusted about
doing it.  This is not the way I want it to be, she thought.

   The next night, she told him what happened and that she wouldn't have
sex with him again unless the cuffs were handy.  He said that he would
never agree to that again.  She began crying and told him that in that
case, they were finished.  She didn't say anything more, and neither did he
for a week.

   Then at dinner one night, she told him that she had made some decisions,
and now he had to also.  She said she was going to learn about videography
with Isabella and buy a couple of cameras, which she'd set up in the
bedroom, along with extra lighting, every time they made love.  Isabella
would no longer be involved.

   If things went well, she'd just delete the recordings.  But if he began
hurting her, she would use the restraints, and she would show him the
recording later to prove what he was doing.

   If she used the restraints and he couldn't finish, she would again abuse
him, but she would never again paddle him or torture his penis and
testicles.  There would be other things she would do to him that would be
slightly less painful but maybe more humiliating.  No, she wouldn't tell
him what they were.

   The other alternative was to schedule an appointment with a therapist
and show him or her the video and see if there was a better way to cure
him. (Look at him squirm, she thought.  He's still not going for that.)

   Those were the only choices, except for separating, she said.  Or maybe
he could come up with some better ideas.

   Neither of them said anything for a while.  "You need to think about
this," she said.  "Let me know when you decide."



   He never said anything, but a week and a half later, he began nuzzling
her.  "Wait a minute," she said and got up and quickly moved a few lights
around the bed and brought in a couple of tripods with video cameras on
them and placed them in spots on the floor that she had marked.  Everything
was done and the videos were running within a couple of minutes.  She had
rehearsed a dozen times when he wasn't home.

   When she rejoined him, she lifted up some pillows and showed him the
restraints but didn't say anything.  He went slowly, and she didn't try to
rush him.  But eventually, he went into his zone and his eyes glazed over.
He was on top of her.

   She waited for his hands to get into action, and they soon did, and soon
he was hurting her.  She let him go on for a couple of minutes, but through
the pain, she was focusing on her plan, and after the cameras had recorded
the proof, she reached for the restraints.

   She didn't wait for him to awaken this time.  As soon as she felt him
slowing down, she went into action.  She rolled him over until she was on
top of him, and then she used the restraints to put him in the same
position as previously.  Because he wasn't resisting, she didn't have to
jump on him, and it went smoothly.

   As she waited for him to wake up and realize what she had done, she was
thinking.  Today, I'm going to pleasure his balls and cock with one hand,
she said.  But with my other hand, I'm going to push lots of lube into him
and then push my fingers in.  I'll start with one finger and slowly add
more until finally I can get my whole hand inside, like those videos on the
Internet.  Then I'll find his prostrate and make him come.

   It will be an amazing video.  I wonder if I should share it with
Isabella.  She has a copy of the first one, but this one is not leaving the
house.  Maybe I'll invite her over to see it.

   The next time, no matter what he does, I won't use the restraints and
just bring him off fast.  If I haven't come, I'll have my choice of the two
tapes to watch later.  He'll think that he's making progress.

   If I do this right, I should be able to make a lot of videos.  From now
on, he'll have to clean himself out before we make love, just in case I go
into his ass afterward.  I want to try pushing one hand in and out of him
really fast, and then both hands.  I want to get one arm in up to the
shoulder and maybe the second one, too.

   Then maybe I'll force him to do humiliating things, like eat his cum
from me and put his tongue into my anus.  There are so many things to try.

   Even though I'll pretend he's making progress, I'm sure there will come
a point where he realizes he really isn't and wants to go to a therapist
for a real cure.  But by that time, I should have a whole library of videos
I can watch even if he never hurts me again.
   

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