The Sweet Stench Of Revenge — Part 5.

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I think I was telling you all about Dillon McKlusky, the odious little man who had so cruelly punished me with his teasing when I was little more than a little boy. How things change. Equipped with breasts, cascading hair and eyes that would melt the hardest heart, my softness was the lure that would bring him down. Hard..

You’ll remember he had come to my apartment and that I had arranged an elaborate welcome for him. Blindfolded and gagged he was restrained in my bedroom. His lust had brought him to the very place he had desired. But at what cost?

“You are such a naughty, man!” I said to McKlusky, torturing him on the edge of orgasm.

“Please,” he moaned.

“But, you’re married,” I teased. “I really shouldn’t be doing this…”

“You bitch,” he moaned from behind the blindfold. Restrained by the firm, and admittedly well practiced bonds, he was entirely powerless, and completely unaware that my friend Michael had silently joined me in the room.

I nodded to Michael who started to use long easy strokes, unknown to the hapless fool that had so cruelly bullied me as a child. Michael grinned at me before sharply increasing the frequency of…