Read "My Blonde Experience" and this takes place three monthslater. I had to swallow my pride for taking ahorrible beating at the hands of this cute b...onde but he also took a horriblebeating at my hands. I wanted to contact him so bad so a couple of months afterour match I called him up and demanded a rematch. At first he hesitated becausehe knew the pain he went thru himself but then he agreed. We had one month totrain and get prepared,then we would set therules,time and place. We cursed. When he didn't at first, she impatiently poked the man in the back. The teen had the older woman's face, so it was obvious that they were related. The short-sighted man needed corrective glasses, and a backbone. It was obvious that the wife led this relationship. The relationship of these three people was clear to me."Yes?" I inquired."Your Lordship, my wife and I are here with a grievance. Your training of our daughter has cost her a long-standing betrothal. She is now harassed by other young. And if I can't change back to Alan, then having my own choices seems like a reasonable consolation prize."**********"You WHAT?"Anya flinched at the anger in the old woman's voice. "I cancelled the bimbo part of Alison Jenkin's spell," she repeated.The old woman spun her chair away from Anya. Though she couldn't see her Grandmother's face, Anya could _feel_ the anger in her magical aura. It was a dark cloud that seemed to permeate the room."Grandmother," Anya intoned softly, "please listen to. “We might have to get a little rough if she doesn’t calm down.”Suddenly I recognized the voice. Mark was one of my boyfriends. I had been seeing him for a little over three months. He’d been helping me explore my sexuality – helping me discover what it was about sex that turned me on. Recently we had discussed my lust for being dominated, taken, used. I remember we talked about how hot it would be to have someone unexpected and unseen take me. I realized that this was his way of playing that.