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Hell Hath No Fury, But...

Hell Hath No Fury, But Heaven Might

Dear Gary,

I hope you enjoyed the other night even half as much as I did, though I seriously doubt you did. You wouldn't believe this, but when I came over to see you I had all sorts of plans and contingencies to trap you so I could extract my full revenge on you. Oh by the way, you should know I'm now fully avenged and you needn't worry about me ever turning up on your doorstep again, well probably not.

Anyway, as I was saying, when I came round to see you I'd brought knock out pills, a bondage movie, some handcuffs and even a knife to threaten you with if all else failed. It was odd you never once asked what I'd brought the shopping bag for or what was in it, I suppose you thought I was going to cook for you or something equally suited to a mere female.

If I'd known you'd be so easy to trap, I could have saved myself a lot of time and trouble, though I must say, appealing to your machismo was a master stroke if I do say so myself. When I showed you those velcro cuffs and told you my girlfriend was hoping to use them on her boyfriend, but she didn't know if they'd hold him, the last thing I expected was that you'd laugh and hold out your hands. You really didn't think they'd work did you?

If you hadn't been so arrogant you just might have noticed the fact that I was having trouble breathing and my hands were shaking as I secured your hands behind your back. And the look on your face when I took out the scissors and cut your shirt off was priceless. What exactly did you think I intended to do with the scissors anyway?

I have to admit that undressing you was one of the most exciting things I've ever done with a man. You can't imagine the feeling of power it gave me, though come to think of it maybe you can, after all I didn't exactly surrender myself to you that night after the party. And how anyone can think that no is another version of yes is beyond me. Anyway where was I? Oh yes, I meant to ask you, perhaps if we ever meet again you can tell me, when I put that bag over your head to blindfold you, did it make you more co-operative or would you have gone along with me anyway. It's just that it all seemed so easy from then on and it might be worth knowing in case I ever have the need (or desire) to do to someone else what I did to you. Of course, it meant sacrificing the pleasure of seeing your face as my plans fell into place, but if it was the reason for your co-operation then it was probably worth the loss.

What did you think I was doing when you felt me smoothing the depilatory cream over your body? Obviously you didn't know what it was, but you just stood there in silence while I used it. Okay, I know you had the ball gag in your mouth (that was well worth the money) but you didn't even grunt, don't tell me you were actually enjoying yourself? And the way you just stood there while the cream did it's job. Did you know I was sitting on the toilet seat watching you or had you simply resigned yourself to your fate? I'd be surprised if it was the latter, after all, you had no idea what was in store for you and I doubt you'd have been so docile if you had.

Don't you think it was thoughtful of me to use the moisturiser after I washed the cream off? Believe me it would have really been sore if I hadn't. I still laugh when I think about the way I led you into the bedroom. That cock of yours had grown so big and there seemed a certain irony in leading you by it into the bedroom. I don't know what you thought was going to happen, but I doubt painting your toenails and fingernails would have come high on your list. Funny though, I expected you to resist when I stuck those false nails on your hands (by the way it's best if you let them grow out rather than trying to pull them off) but you actually spread your fingers while I worked on them, why?

And don't, whatever you do, throw that corset out. Not only did it look great it cost a fortune. I had planned to buy one at a second hand store, but they had nothing worthy of the occasion so I splashed out on that one. It's amazing how much I was able to pull you in, it's hard to believe fabric as delicate as satin and lace can be so strong. I was just a little worried you might not be able to breathe properly by the time I'd finished lacing you into it.

In retrospect I'm not entirely convinced that I should have used all black. Possibly a red corset would have contrasted better with the black lace panties, though the black stockings did look great, (you have quite nicely shaped legs you know) particularly with the seams up the back, they somehow made you look sluttier. I suppose you're wondering how I managed to find a pair of stiletto heeled shoes, especially a pair as high as they were, with that chain attached. As a matter of fact I'm proud to say, I attached it myself. The reason I pulled them so tight before I padlocked them onto your ankles was to make it just a little more difficult to take off. And I thought using the hardened steel was a nice touch, it must have taken ages to cut through.

Speaking of cutting through things, did you manage to get the ring off your cock and balls, I'll bet cutting that gave you a few nervous minutes, but I must say, it kept you very hard and you do have an impressive cock when it's angry.

Tying your feet to the corners of the bed was easy, you didn't seem to mind at all. And didn't it occur to you that stuffing the pillow under your backside was intended to allow easier access to you arse hole, quite frankly I was amazed when you raised yourself up to help me. And I honestly thought you'd put up more of a fight when I released your hands to tie them to the bedposts. Okay so the rope around your neck was tight, and I thought it had been a great idea to tie it above your head, particularly since you couldn't know where it was tied, or did you? But I really thought that was going to be the trickiest part of the whole plan, and it turned out to be the easiest.

You know it's the strangest thing but, when I took the hood of and removed the gag, I knew you wouldn't make a sound. You just looked at me, and I must say, you made quite an erotic sight, I really had no intention of doing what I did, but I was feeling so horny and so incredibly powerful I just couldn't help myself. I thought about jumping onto your big cock, but it somehow seemed more forceful to sit on your face without any preamble. Did you know that was what I was going to do when I pulled my knickers off? I have to give you credit though, you certainly know how to eat pussy, it must have taken me all of 10 seconds to orgasm that first time. And you may find this hard to believe, but I've never had 4 orgasms in a row before.

In case you were wondering, the reason I was able to do your make up so quickly was because I'd planned exactly what I was going to use for days before. I started with the foundation cream and blusher because I knew how pale your complexion is; you really should get out in the sun more. I have to admit I felt a certain satisfaction as I watched you flinch each time I plucked your eyebrows into shape. Though to give you your due, you still remained silent throughout the whole ordeal.

I wasn't sure about the blue eye shadow, but once I'd applied it I could see it was the perfect choice, particularly after I added the eyeliner and thickened your lashes with the mascara, though you already have very thick lashes. I hope you liked the bright red lipstick I chose, I though it looked suitably cheap once I'd added the lip-gloss, in fact once I'd teased and back combed that thick blonde hair of yours, you looked exactly like I'd expect a high class hooker to look. Though obviously she wouldn't have an erection, or be tied to a bed for that matter, unless of course she was well paid.

You know, I'd done such a good job on your face it was almost a pity to replace the ball gag, but of course, I couldn't risk you making a noise when the guests arrived, now could I? And judging from the look of horror in your eyes when the doorbell rang, I'm fairly sure you would have made a noise. Since you weren't formally introduced I can tell you now; Marie was your first visitor. I used to work with her at the library and she's the archetypal librarian, you know virgin spinster and all that goes with the territory. Believe it or not, she's actually only about 50 but she looks decidedly older I admit. And yes, she always smells of mothballs.

Anyway, I don't know what she did to you for half an hour, (I didn't turn the video camera on for her) but she certainly seemed happy when she left. I'm just pleased to know something good could come out of this unfortunate affair.

Anyway, as you saw I set the camera up for the others so I know exactly what happened, I'll show you the video sometime if you ask nicely. Though I doubt you'll want to relive some of that nights action. Mrs. Fairchild came next, as I recall. She used to be my landlady. Don't you think she's disgusting, I mean, she always smells of cheap perfume and cigarettes and I've seen first time transvestites do a better job of their make up. I'm surprised you could keep a straight face as you watched helplessly, while she unlaced that ridiculous girdle she was wearing. And for one awful minute I thought she was going to leave that cigarette in her mouth when she finally started to climb on top of you. I almost felt sorry for you when I watched the video of her, grunting and slavering all over you as she jerked her way to her version of heaven. The best part was when she picked up her smoke straight after the sex, and it was still alight.

As you probably worked out for yourself, Ronnie, the one who followed Mrs. Fairchild, is a dyke. She hates men so I was fascinated to see what she had planned for you. You'll be pleased to know I made her promise not to do any permanent damage to you before I let her in, and to her credit she kept her word, though the way she was ramming that dildo into your arse, I thought she might rupture something. Still she seemed to enjoy it even if you didn't. The good news is, the money she paid, together with the money Mrs. Fairchild gave me, more than covered the cost of the corset and Sam's fee.