#revenge fantasy

At first I wasn’t going to do it. I probably went back and forth about it a million times. But we were out at my favorite bar–the one I introduced her too, and she was bragging about her latest conquest AGAIN–who just happened to be my most recent ex. This is probably the third ex-girlfriend of mine she’d poached, and I was close to a breaking point. Hell, tonight I obviously reached my breaking point. I wasn’t proud of the fact that I was even carrying it around. See…a friend of mine, Callie, is this super hot scientist in a lab who knows I’m partial to BDSM and submissive girls. She herself is not interested in me…but she proposed an interesting query. She said that she would give me substantial samples of this special mind control formula she’d been hired to work on in exchange for me allowing her “access” to my subject (or subjects if I chose) to record the results. They’d tried it in lab and clinical trials, on volunteers and each other, and now that they knew it was safe and effective, they needed to see what it actually looked like in the real world. I was horrified that this even existed, and I didn’t want to take part at all. Then they offered me some money. Okay, a lot of money. So I said I would think about it. I never intended to try it on someone unsuspecting. I thought, at most, that one of my submissive fuck buddies would willingly let me try it on them, but so far I hadn’t even gathered up the nerve to ask.

Then last weekend, I was out with an ex, Allison, that the wound was still fresh on. This girl was vibrant and kind and sweet–and beautiful, and I took the so-called mutual break up pretty hard. I’d been confiding all of this in my friend Lila, and I supposedly had her utmost sympathy. Allison tells me that she’s met somebody that was at first, too aggressive, but now has worn her down. I was disturbed by the language, but asked who it was out of curiousity. She informed me it was my “good friend” Lila. I didn’t handle it great. I stormed out, and I hadn’t said a word to either of them until Lila asked me out for drinks earlier today. I don’t know why I agreed to go, but there I was sitting in a dingy but cozy booth with a woman I’d rather slap than look at, and she was bragging to a co-worker of hers who tagged along about how great MY Allison was in the sack.

My breaking point came on suddenly. Lila stopped herself mid-brag, looks at me wide-eyed, and says “Oh, no. Is this weird for you?” In this faux hyper innocent voice. I felt myself slipping away. I felt myself flip a switch. I was about to descend into darkness as much or more than Lila was. I texted Callie three words. “I’ll do it. Name is Lila. Fucking cunt. I’ll explain later.” I got back a text of three emoticons–a grin, a money sign, and a finger “shhh”-ing over a pair of lips. I could always back out, I thought. I could always say I was drunk and lost my nerve. Then I looked up and saw Lila carelessy gazing at a woman across the bar, and my blood started roiling so hard I began shaking. I asked her to go get me a drink. It was now  deep into this. My mind was made up. She agreed, probably to get a closer look at this other girl, and I made sure no one was looking, and I dumped a dose and a half into her drink. I knew it was too much, but I wanted to make sure it was going to work. If you’re gonna sell your soul to Satan, might as well fly to hell in a first class handbasket.

When she came back, I thanked her for the drink, and waited. I felt light headed, but I also knew I had things that had to happen. She had to lock eyes with me before anyone else, and I had to get her to kiss me. I let her suck the rest of her drink down, and I grabbed her head violently, forcing her eyes into mine. Locking eyes was supposed to unlock submission and loyalty towards ME–so there wasn’t just a vague sense of weak-willed-ness. This step made her susceptible to suggestion, but not overly under control. As soon as our eyes locked, I saw something in hers shift. She suddenly looked nervous, or guilty–like a child that had been chastised. I didn’t want her to have a breakdown right away, so I sort of pet-ed her hair like I do when I’m in a petgirl scene. Just like the willing puppy girls, she immediately looked comforted and smiled–but still looked much sweeter. I did this to punish her, and seeing her so weak inexplicably just made me angrier, but I knew I couldn’t get forceful until we kissed.

“You look weird.” I said. “No, no!” I immediately shouted when her lip quivered. “Not weird bad. Just…It looks like you want to kiss me.”

“Oh,” she blushed and stammered.

“Lila?”

“Yes?” Her voice was breathy and wracked with nerves.

“You want to kiss me.” I said firmly. Her eyes flickered appropriately. “Don’t you?” She nodded emphatically, and I gestured for her to come in for the kiss. I didn’t want doubt in anyone’s mind. I wanted everyone to see her moving lewdly in the booth, being the one making the move. Once our lips were touching, I felt something I can’t explain. A one-sided gush of emotion on her end. She went from a nervous kiss to a voracious but submissive one. I could feel her changing, being reshaped before I ever gave her a command. I pushed her away. “You want me really bad.” I whispered. She nodded twice as hard as before. “You think I’m the hottest girl in the world.” I was whispering still. I had no clue how dumb this would sound out of context if someone overheard. She was just dumbly nodding like her brain was newly empty, filling with only the thoughts I put there. “You never want to fuck anyone but me.” That one I may have hissed a little. She looked startled but agreed. “In fact, you also have very, very strong feelings for me. You are probably in love with me–but you know you don’t deserve me, isn’t that right?”

I felt half a flicker of guilt when her lip quivered–more dramatically this time. She swallowed hard and looked down at her hands. For a second I thought maybe I’d pushed too far. Until…

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered.

“What? I can’t hear you.” I wasn’t even being bossy, just honest, but it was enough to get a good reaction.

“I’m so sorry. I suck. I love you so much.” Whoa. This was a little more than anticipated. “I just…everything I’ve done has been because…like…ugh.”

“What?!” I demanded impatiently. “Tell the truth.” I said more softly, almost as an afterthough.

“I went after Allison because…because you deserved better. That’s always why I go after them. You never even noticed how I felt about you, you just kept picking up new girls!” I was twice as shocked as she was at this sudden admissions. At least she knew that’s how she felt. I had no idea. She kept rambling on about secret feelings and whatever else. Finally I stopped her.

“You know.” I started. “There is a way I can forgive you for all of your bullshit.”

“Please, anything!” she begged as a wicked grin spread across my face. Now that I knew she was at least attracted to me before, I felt less guilty and willing to have some fun. Lots of fun. But I was still angry, and she would have to be punished.

“Anything?” I teased. “You know what I’m into. That might be dangerous.”

“I mean it!” she practically shouted. “Anything.”

“Hmmm…just for forgiveness, huh? What if…what if I also gave you a chance to earn more? Lots more.” She was totally hooked. Practically drooling as I rubbed her upper thigh through her jeans. “All you have to do is…” Man, I was taking a huge chance if this failed. I leaned and whispered “Everything, and anything I tell to you, and live your life trying to make me happy, with only one thought on your mind. That thought is ‘Will this please K or make her life better?” Okay? It’ll be like a game that we play…until I don’t want to play the game.“ I finished breathlessly, anticipating stunned silence. Instead, I found a very eager, overjoyed shell of a girl.

"Yes, please, K. Please. Let me work off my sins…and…try to prove that I love you.” Her eyes were full of tears. I almost started to feel bad, but…by now a million evil ideas had started to cross my mind. Lila made a very nice living as a paralegal at a Fortune 500 company, so my own life was about to get a lot easier. Not to mention I really hated cleaning my apartment…and I was getting so wet the more she begged and humiliated herself for me.

So instead of coming to my senses, I took her to the bathroom to consumate our new relationship. Nothing major yet, just decided to get my pussy eaten, and tease her clit a little. More, much more, would come soon. Afterwards while she sat clutching my leg in the bathroom stall, I said “Okay, if you’re serious, clear your schedule after work tomorrow. Meet me at the main entrance of the mall sharply at 6:00. YOU will be buying EVERYTHING I tell you too, no questions asked.”

Then I left her there sobbing and shivering. I looked at the lump of a woman who used to be my friend, shook my head, and walked away, eager for tomorrow.