Act 1.
Jane has fucked me. I gave her myself, my love, my respect and she pissed on it all. She betrayed me with Jennifer and she's cost me my job and my reputation.
Act 2.
Before she leaves me and my shattered reputation, I must punish her. And it must be a revenge that is unforgettable, painful and utterly satisfying for me. So I'm visiting her as usual, pretending I don't know about her betrayal. But before I arrive I call on Julie. We talk, she understands, we survey her equipment and make our choice.
Act 3.
I ring Jane's bell, it's Sunday as usual. She opens the door, smiling like the false untrustworthy cunt that she is. She wears a gown and she leans forward for my kiss. I meet her judas lips and we step into her bedroom. Minutes later she's naked, bent over her frame, her wrists and ankles bound.
I look at her lying face. It's relaxed, looking forward to what she believes is about to happen. I walk around her. Her big tits hang down. I loved her full breasts and would caress their generous, female fleshiness and kiss the pouting nipples. Now they look like a cow's udders, to be milked and ignored. I move around her, her back is tanned and taut, the backbone leading my eyes to the crack of her arse.
Her arse is prominent, but then that is the reason for the frame. I stand behind her, cooly surveying the view. I used to love what I can see but now I despise it. Her fat arse cheeks stand out and her tied legs spread them provocatively. But now I just see plump pink cunt lips thrusting between her arse crack and a dirty brown arsehole. She's animal-like and that is how I'm going to treat her. I put my hand on her arse and she wriggles at the prospect of pleasure.
I walk in front of her and strip. Off comes my shirt, down comes my jeans and I'm ready. I stand before her in a latex corset and thong and their tightness and exposure rouses both my sexuality and thirst for revenge. Her eyes look hungrily at my body as I bend to take something from my bag.