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vigorously.  She was gasping and wailing as her spams rippled through her and the sight of her bucking and straining against her ties sent him over the edge.  He groaned loudly as his hot juice shot forward and streamed over her tits, a tiny droplet landing on her chin. It was a fast, heart-pounding climax.  But Bunny was still gyrating and letting out bursts of a scream. 
“SCOTTY!” she cried,  “I’M – I’M – OOOHHH ––– COMING AGAIN!”
    She let out a scream as the second powerful convulsion ripped through her body.  He wasn’t sure if he should pull the vibrator from her or leave it in place.  He had never seen a woman experience such a monumental release, or a double orgasm.  He wasn’t sure what he’d actually witnessed.
    Reaching between her legs he moved it back ever so slightly and her cries began to lessen.  Watching her carefully he waited until she seemed to be calming down, then clicked it off and put it on the couch.
    Her body fell limp and he saw her chest rising and falling.  She was gasping for air, as though she had just run a sprint.  Reaching across he untied her wrists and ankles, but left her blindfold in place and lifted her from the chair and carried her up to their bed. 
     
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
    “I’m telling you, Sam.  Everything has changed.  Completely changed.  It was the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had.  Well, two actually.  And Scotty – he’s still sweet and everything, but he’s just – I don’t know even know how to describe him.  He’s just so… more.  Much more.”
    Emily and Sam were having lunch at their usual meeting place, and Emily had enthusiastically relayed the events of the previous evening.  Sam was all ears!
    “I didn’t even know he knew about all this stuff.  I mean, he’s never given any indication of it before.  Sure – he’s held me down from time to time, but nothing like what he’s doing now.”
    Sam hadn’t interrupted a single time and waited to make sure Emily had completely finished before weighing in.
    “So – anything else?  You’ve told me absolutely everything?” Sam asked.
    “What?  It’s not enough?”
    Sam frowned. 
    “Just want to be sure.  If you want my two cents worth I refuse to believe it’s happened all on its own.  He must have read your blog.  Think about it.  He bought the hairbrush!” Sam declared.
    “Yes – he did buy the hairbrush but that was for the mats in his truck,” Emily explained.  “The other thing just sort of – well – happened.”
    “Nope.  I don’t believe it.  The truck was a cover.  I really think you need to go on the assumption that he has found your blog, knows it’s you, and is giving you exactly what you want.  Mind you he wouldn’t do it if he weren’t into it.  You do think he’s into it, don’t you?” Sam asked.
    “Absolutely.  Totally.  But I didn’t write anything about the vibrator,” Emily replied, a frown crossing her brow.
    “It’s called a forced orgasm, and you may not have described it exactly but it’s in line with what you’ve been writing.  It’s all Domination.”
    “Ok fine.  If I go on the assumption that he’s read my blog and has decided to – I don’t know – suddenly turn into the Dom of my dreams, what do I do?  Maybe I should write more about what I want and see if he’ll do it.  Or I can stop writing and just enjoy the new and improved Scott.  Or I can confess everything and see if it was all just a whacky coincidence.  What do you think?”
    Sam took a long drink of her Thai iced tea, pondering the dilemma.
    “Ok, so, if you tell him and he hasn’t read your blog and he’s taken to the Dom thing all by himself, you’re going to get your ass spanked, and I mean really spanked, for deceiving him,” Sam said slowly.  “If he has read your blog you’re still going to get your ass spanked for deceiving him, but maybe not as bad because you ‘fessed up,” Sam