It was the end of the night, and of course Ellie deserved aftercare. Blaine turned off the vibrating massager tied to her thigh, eliciting a querulous mewl that was about the closest thing the young woman could come to expressing a thought by this point, and with a warm wet washcloth he began to gently clean the spatters of semen off of her face and chest. "That's right, beginning to come back now, there's a good girl," he cooed as he worked, careful not to give her jutting brown nipples too much attention for fear of sending her right back into that same state of feral arousal that had consumed her for most of the evening.
Once Ellie was cleaned up, Blaine began to undo the ropes that held her upright. He made sure to support her with a bit of his own body weight, just so that when she sagged forward she wouldn't wind up in an uncomfortable position--Blaine knew from long experience that his girlfriend was usually pretty floppy for a while after a party like this, even when she did come back up to something approximating consciousness, and he wanted to make sure she didn't wind up slumped over with her head between her own knees or something. Nights like this were supposed to need recovery the next morning, not a heating pad applied to the lower back for three days.
He hauled her limp, unresisting body up onto the bed, then adjusted the video camera to reflect the new angle before joining her--Blaine was a little surprised the first time Ellie asked him to make sure the aftercare was included in the footage, but after seeing it himself he totally understood why. It was some of the most beautiful film they wound up shooting, each and every time, because even though Ellie was beautiful when she was hypnotized and mindless and swallowing every cock presented to her she was even more beautiful when she was cuddly and sleepy and dumb. Just watching the way she clung to him like a teddy bear while he murmured, "Time for Ellie to be Ellie again," and similar affectionate wakeners, gave the both of them warm fuzzy feelings every time they watched it.
He kept holding her and petting her until she managed to mumble, "S'all over?" in the sleepy voice of a child being bundled into the car after a trip to Grandma's, and then he began to engage her conscious mind with some conversation about the bits of the party Ellie missed while she was being turned into a free-use fuckdoll for the benefit of anyone who wanted one. He told her about the outfit Sheldon wore, and the way Marcy wound up answering, "That sounds lovely," as her only response for the entire evening, and very gradually he helped her come out of her warm, wonderful fugue state and see herself as a human being again. As always, she remembered very little of her own experiences beyond a fog of pure ecstasy, but he promised her they caught the whole thing on camera so she could see herself being used.
Then it was time to make sure she had something to eat besides just a parade of cocks and pussies, and they ordered takeout and held each other until it got there before Blaine fed his good girl by hand. After that she was ready for a nice, long night of restorative sleep, but Blaine made sure to hold her all night long. Because above all else, Ellie deserved to know that she was loved.
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