the other end of the wire way up his ass. When she'd buried a foot of it, she taped it into his asshole. In about twenty minutes, his balls and ass would be electrified.
And revenge would be hers.
'Be seeing you, sweetheart,' she said, feeling some of the hatred she felt for him evaporate. The actual deed took some of the edge off her plans. She went out to the car and tried it. The engine started easily; he had fixed the car while she'd been tied up inside.
Sandy began driving down the dirt road, gloating over what she'd done to him. The bastard! He deserved it for all the horrid things he'd done to her. Yet, she thought, it hadn't been so bad. Paul was a dominant man and he knew how to make her come. She remembered with fondness all the times he'd gotten her off. Some of them had come as complete surprises to her. The last thing in the world she'd expected was to come after being fucked by a hair dryer.
But she had.
Her pussy seethed inside, and it wasn't from hate this time. She was getting turned on just thinking of all the stuff he'd done to her. Some of it had been incredibly sexy. Fucking in the lake was a blast. She'd never done that before. And having herself tied up and fucked lit new fires of passion in her cunt. She didn't understand that. She enjoyed dominating men. At least she had until Paul came along.
Sandy realized that she didn't really get that much of a charge out of stuffing the electric cord up Paul's ass. Her revenge was not as satisfying as it should have been. She wondered why.
Then she knew. She was turned on by Paul's actions more than she was turned off. He had been in complete control and this simple fact allowed her to enjoy the fucking more than she had thought possible. With sudden determination, she turned the car around and raced back to the house. She hoped she would be in time.
She was.
She pulled the cord out of his ass just as the timer went off. A spark leaped across the wires and gave the man a jolt, but it wasn't anything like the one he would have gotten.
She asked him, 'Is there still room for me in the stocks?' After she'd freed him, there was. Sandy had found the right man at last – the dominant man!
