[F4A] How could you like men!?

We’d been together for a month. It was a dull relationship to say the least, work usually got in the way of any activities we’d planned out and exhaustion usually lead to a lack of sex or awful sex, I’m not sure which was worse. It was taking its toll on both of us but after a 13-hour shift over the weekend I finally had some free time on my hands that coincided with yours. All that remained was to excitedly await your arrival as you finished up your shift.

Until it all came tumbling down. Your laptop was left unattended and the screen flashed up whilst I was taking a break from the setup of tonight’s fun. Most of the rope was in place, plenty of toys had been splayed out and I was dressed to the nines in dominatrix gear. Mercy was the nickname I’d given the 9-inch monstrosity I now wore, it’d been modelled to be uncannily realistic, with veins, glans and even a slit on the head. Leather boots, garters, lace bra and a pair of gloves all in black. The message was anything but innocent, “Guess we’re not on for tonight?” it read. Curiosity got the better of me, and with narrowed eyes I skimmed through the countless exchanges that had passed.

You liked men.

There were still a couple hours left before you’d return but already blood began to boil and my knuckles were whitening. I had enough sexual frustration and rage to rip a mountain clean off the surface of the earth. Anger coursed through my body, muscles tensing as I let out a growl.

You liked men.

Forgivable, in most circumstance had you not been fucking them behind my back. I slammed the laptop shut, pulling to my feet and tearing off the rope I’d set aside. Cheaters don’t deserve the nice rope. The coils were all replaced by the thick and roughly woven strands that would easily dig in and chafe the skin. You had me all to yourself and while admittedly life had not been easy on us as of late…

I’m going to make sure you can’t walk for a week.

The maniacal grin that only a sadist in their element could adorn plastered itself along my lips, my eyes shining brightly with the fire that glowed within.

You won’t be able breathe without wincing when I’m done.

I tightened the strap-on, how fitting that you would be receiving Mercy. My arms drew taught, finishing up the knots on the edges of the bed with a light sheen forming across my forehead. Maybe if you’d gone after some woman I would have been okay with it, but to blatantly insult me by going after a fucking man.

The veil of rage covered my eyes, a haze of red and a mist of hatred blanketing my thoughts. At least you’d be of some use, even if I had to hatefuck out all of my frustration onto you. A cock-loving slut who was about to be railed, a fitting punishment for one such as you. You were prepared for a rough session when you came back. You had no idea.

“You fucking manloving cheater!” I boomed as the door shut, stomping towards you, seething with resentment and cracking my knuckles before a hand shot out and curled around your throat. The wall shook as I slammed your body against it, my face dangerously close to yours.

“I’m going to make you pay!” I snarled, pulling back before thrusting your body up against the wall once more, barely noticing the strain or the weight.

“I’m going to make you rue the day you betrayed me!” I whispered harshly, lips brushing up against your ear in a low voice. I propelled you into the ground, your body being thrown aside and splayed out. Each step, deliberate and heavy I marched over until I towered above you, the massive cock jutting out between us as I glared down into your fear-stricken eyes.

“Don’t you like big cocks?” I bellowed, kneeling down at an alarming pace as I pinned your arms beneath my legs, the silicon beast swinging like a pendulum from the shock. One hand came up, mashing the object into your face.

“What, don’t you like cock?” I taunted, outraged as the droplets of lubrication came down and smeared along your horrified face.

“Then this won’t be a pleasant experience for you.” I finished off, power intoxicating me and layering itself amongst the grip that both anger and frustration held.

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Time for some poetic justice.