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.
