Sadistic phone sex revenge feels so sweet. Sometimes you wait a lifetime for that revenge, but it feels so satisfying. James has been locked in my dungeon cage for a few days now. He waited in total darkness, naked, wondering what he did to deserve this sort of treatment. According to him, he apologized for breaking my heart. But a simple apology does not suffice for breaking my heart, James.
I opened the dungeon door, the light shined behind me, illuminating my body. And I thought about how my life would’ve been different if James admitted his love for me earlier. My pet seemed a little cramped in his cage. Good. He deserves to be a little uncomfortable. But I opened his cage. And I put a chain around his collar so he wouldn’t try to run away.
We walked upstairs and I let him use the restroom. I made a big spread for breakfast and told him that I’m not quite the monster he thinks. I will keep him fed and clean. But I also told him to make no mistake that I would kill him if he tried to escape. James killed the romantic woman in me many years ago.
He appeared weak, so I made sure that he got plenty of food. And I could tell he seemed hesitant to eat the food because he thought I poisoned him again. I told him no need to be suspicious. But he would need energy to survive a busy day worshiping me. I planned on cramming in 30 years of pussy worshiping in one day. James laughed like he thought I might be kidding. Not a chance. The woman he fell in love with no longer existed.
Forty Years is a Long Time to Prepare for Revenge
Again, he begged for forgiveness. Just words. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes, but I knew he could see the fire in my eyes. He tried to claim he always loved me, but all he ever did was turn my love for him into something tawdry. Back then he just wanted to fuck me. He crawled to my feet and started running his fingers up my calves, but I smacked his hand away. He touches me when I tell him he can touch me. I yanked his chain and forced him to stand up.
And I escorted him to my living room. I know he feared I would turn him into a snuff porn star. But I had other plans for him. I ordered him to lie on the floor. Then I lifted my nightgown and sat on his face. “Now you can touch my legs slave,” I told him.
He owes me 40 years of sexual pleasure. As I lowered my pussy on his face, I felt his hands caressing my legs, moving up to spread my thighs and plunge his tongue eagerly into my love garden. He started to roam his tongue up and down my garden. And then I started to grind on his face. Tilted my pelvis, back-and-forth brushing my pussy all over his face.
I would pull myself up and look at glistening face every few minutes. My dream of revenge finally came to fruition. I could feel his hands trembling as they caressed my legs and my hips. Good boy, I told him as he hungrily licked my clit. I began to bounce up and down his cock. And I could feel the blood rushing my clit.
James Now Resides in a Large Dog Cage in My Dungeon
I reached my hands down to his testicles and gave the family jewels a good hard squeeze. He started to yell, but I told him he had better keep licking. And I pumped his balls in rhythmic fashion until he started to lick my pussy faster. A little cock and ball torture helps train a slave like James.
As he started to lick faster, I started to squeeze faster and harder. He wrapped his lips around my little cherry, swirling his tongue back-and-forth until my witness dripped on his chin. I could feel myself starting to cream on his face. And he just started licking faster until my entire body shook. All I could do was put my entire weight down on his face and grind harder.
My thighs squeezed his head as I rocked back-and-forth until I orgasm all over his face. My juices flowed like a burst damn all over his tongue and face. And of course, I ordered him to lick it all up. I told him if he still wanted to make me cum 40 years later, he better lick like his life depended on it. Because it did. The moment James can no longer make me orgasm is the moment he takes his last breath.
I Turned James into My Human Sized Dildo
As I came on his face, I noticed his erect cock, so I smacked it. And I smacked it hard too, but he stayed erect as my juices flooded his face. Something in him changed when he made me cum. And I think he suddenly realized it’s not that bad being my slave. I turned him into a human dildo. And I made sure he knew I owned him for life. I squeezed his balls again and decided he needed to make me orgasm again. Of course, squeezing a man’s balls means you control the narrative. And James finally realized I was in control.
My husband never eats pussy, but James seems like a natural. He wanted my juices cascading all over his face again. He finally got his woman, but he got her on my terms, not his. Begged to be my romantic partner, but he killed the romance in me 40 years ago. Even though Air Supply played in the background, I continued to deprive him of oxygen with my cunt. And I could feel my sticky juices begin to flow again.
And I unleashed a second floodgate on his face. He trapped my kitty by holding me down on his face as he swirled around my clit making me explode again like a nuclear bomb. So, I started to rock back-and-forth with more force and squeeze the side of his head until I came. He started calling me mistress and professing his love for me as I climaxed on his face, turning him into a glazed doughnut of love.
Heartbreak Can Turn a Woman’s Heart to Stone
He could barely breathe as my juices covered his face. I collapsed on top of his head. That cock still looked erect. He could’ve been my romantic partner so many years ago. But when you snooze you lose. He told me he wanted me forever. That he wanted to be my willing slave. But all I could think about was revenge and cock and ball torture sex. I dug my long fingernails into his balls and watched him jerk his body from the pain. I found myself getting drunk on his pain, so I dug them in deeper.
So, I hovered my pussy over his cock as I continued to squeeze his balls. And then I teased my own pussy lips with his erect soldier. When he grabbed my tits, I slapped his dick some more. I suddenly realized James likes a little bit of pain. Maybe he became a masochist from beating himself up for letting me go. I became a sadist once I realized James would never be mine.
His hands began to roam my body. And I just started squeezing the head of his dick as I shoved it up my cunt. He watched his cock disappeared into my womanhood. My juices began to cascade down his shaft. I reached my hand behind my back so I could squeeze his balls some more. The harder I squeezed the more pleasure James felt.
And I started to move faster up his shaft while letting his hands play with my tits. His love stick would glisten with my love juice. But I did not make love to James. I fucked James. On my terms. I used James as my human dildo.
Every Woman Plots Revenge Against the Men Who Wronged Them
When he felt my legs trembling, he knew that I would cum again quickly. And I moaned from the pleasure. His cock belongs to me as well as his body. I started convulsing on his cock as I took sexual pleasure from him. And I think I came 4 times and he had not cum once yet. Seemed fair.
The more I squeezed his testicles the wetter my cunt felt. James knew we were not making love. We were force fucking. I had him tied up on my living room floor, using him for my pleasure. I could feel his cock growing super hard inside of me. And I could even see it slip in and out of my wet pussy. It started to turn colors, blue and purple as his excitement grew. With my hands still on his balls, I knew they wanted to burst.
He found me on LinkedIn and that gave him hope. Hope that I exploited and took advantage of. He fell into my web. I knew he’d come looking for me one day. But I hoped it could have been sooner. James will grow to need my sexy body and my cold heart. He’s nothing more now than my human sex toy.
I came again with such intensity that I rolled over onto the floor. I gushed like a geyser all over his soldier. He begged to cum. But my pussy would not be his cum dumpster. I let him stroke his cock, but then I changed my mind. He did not deserve a fulfilling orgasm. No man breaks my heart and enjoys pleasurable orgasms.
No Slave Gets to Enjoy a Pleasurable Orgasm
So, I milked his prostate. I slid my finger into his ass while squeezing his nuts. And I found that magic spot because his cock leaked like a broken faucet. I mixed pleasure and pain as I forced the cum out of him. And I pumped his testicles like stress balls. I could feel his body shake as I forced the man juice out of his dick. He came with such intensity that I thought his cum might land on the ceiling instead of his stomach.
I rubbed some into his chest as he panted hard. Then I licked it off my fingers. A few more squeezes to the head of his soldier, and then I returned him to his cage. But I let him clean that jizz off his chest, use the restroom and grab a snack beforehand.
When he emerged from the bathroom, he kissed my feet. I made him a grilled cheese sandwich and some soup. And I told him to stay fed and hydrated to keep up with me. This is his life now. In a cage, in my basement, only being brought up when I feel horny. James is here to worship me for eternity now. And he will devote the rest of his life to taking care of my needs.
Back in his cage, he went. I knew I would be back later to use my human dildo again. I put a big padlock on the cage and tucked the key into my bra. I laughed sadistically, knowing he would never return home. I think I broke him. And I think he’s ready for a life of servitude to the woman he crushed 40 some years ago. It’s never too late to extract revenge.
