She gets Revenge on Cheating Boyfriend

Dear FemdomU Forum,

After reading so many wild and steamy stories from your readers, I felt inspired to share my own.

My name is Lashonda and I have a story that will make even the most adventurous readers blush. It’s a story of heartbreak, revenge, and ultimately, sexual liberation. Strap in, because it’s going to be a wild ride.

It all started with my boyfriend, James. We had been together for three years and I thought we were happy. That is until I discovered that he had been cheating on me with his coworker. I found out through a series of text messages that I stumbled upon while borrowing his phone. My heart shattered into a million pieces and I felt a rage like never before.

But instead of confronting him right away, I decided to bide my time and plan the ultimate revenge. I wanted him to feel the same betrayal and hurt that I had felt. And boy, did I come up with a plan.

I waited for the perfect opportunity, a night when James had fallen into a deep sleep after a long day at work. I made sure to tie his arms and legs to the bed with some silk scarves I had bought for this very purpose. He was completely helpless and at my mercy.

Feeling empowered, I decided to take things a step further. I had recently downloaded a dating app and had been chatting with a few guys. I found one who was willing to participate in my little revenge fantasy. Let’s call him Derek.

I invited Derek over and led him to the bedroom where James was still snoring away. He was shocked at first, but once I explained the situation, he was more than happy to help me get my revenge.

Without wasting any time, I climbed on top of James and started kissing him, pretending to be seducing him. But in reality, I was just teasing him, knowing that he couldn’t do anything about it. Meanwhile, Derek had undressed and joined in, caressing my body and kissing my neck.

James’ eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he realized what was happening. I could see the hurt and confusion in his eyes, and I reveled in it. He had no idea what was coming next. James yelled “What the fuck!” but I wasn’t having any of his complainings, so I wadded up a pair of my panties and stuffed them in his mouth, turning his bitching into nothing more than frustrated mumbling.

I moved over and let Derek take the lead, watching as he explored my body with his hands and mouth. James could only watch helplessly as another man pleasured me in ways he never could.

But that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted James to feel even more humiliated and degraded. So, I had Derek move in front of the bed, where James had a perfect view of us. I rode Derek’s cock, moaning loudly and putting on a show for James. My goal was to make it look like I was getting the best fucking of my entire life!

I could see the mix of emotions on James’ face as he watched us. He was angry, hurt, and aroused all at the same time. And I loved every second of it. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any hotter, I had Derek move to the edge of the bed and I straddled him again, this time facing James. I could see the desperation in his eyes as he watched me bounce up and down on Derek’s cock, inches away from his face.

But I wasn’t done yet. I wanted to push James to his limits and make him feel completely emasculated. So, I had Derek stand up and I bent over in front of him, my ass facing James. Derek grabbed onto my hips and started fucking me from behind, while James could only watch in agony.

I could hear James struggling against his restraints, trying to break free and stop us. But I made sure they were tight enough to keep him in place. I was in control and he was at my mercy.

As Derek and I reached our climax, I looked back at James and saw the mix of emotions on his face. He was seething with anger, but also turned on by the sight of me being pleasured by another man. And in that moment, I felt a sense of power like never before.

When we were finished, Derek left and I untied James. He was silent and I could see the shame and humiliation in his eyes. Without a word, he got dressed and left, never to be seen or heard from again.

I felt a sense of liberation and empowerment. I had taken control of my own pleasure and used it as a weapon against a man who had hurt me. I no longer feel the need to seek validation from him or any other man. I am in control of my own sexuality!

Sincerely,

Lashonda