****** Wendy's Revenge by Wendy Roberts ******
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Wendy's Revenge


Dedicated to Jaz1701 for all his encouragement.

Wendy struggled with the key to her apartment door while trying to juggle two
heavy bags of groceries in her arms. She would have made it if her 20lb purse
had not slipped off her shoulder just as she began to slide the key in the
lock. The heavy purse caused her to jerk her right arm, dumping the grocery
bags on the ground. She leaned heavily against the door, watching as oranges
began to roll towards the stairwell and her large economy jar of mayonnaise lay
smashed and oozing at her feet. "Shit!" she muttered hotly under her breath as
she opened the door. Dropping her purse on the kitchen counter, Wendy grabbed a
dustpan and went back outside to scoop up the mess in front of her door and
gather up her scattered grocery items. She walked back into her apartment,
kicking the door shut with her heel. As she put away the food, Wendy glanced at
her watch, and sucked in her breath realizing she had less than 45 minutes to
shower, dress and prepare dinner before her date arrived.

For the first time that day, Wendy smiled. She had looked forward to this
evening all week, planning to get off work early, for more time to prepare.
Unfortunately her boss had other ideas and kept her later than usual finishing
a letter that he insisted had to be in the mail before she left. The lines at
the store were long and when she finally got her total at the checkout she
nearly passed out from the amount. She sighed heavily and tried to justify it
by thinking how she could give up lunches next week and possibly the week after
that. She wanted tonight to be perfect, she had put 6 weeks of hard work
developing this relationship with John and figured it was time to press him
into more of a commitment. As she weaved in and out of traffic trying to gain
some time back she thought about John and the past 6 weeks. He had a whiny
bitch of an ex wife and a spoiled brat for a daughter. At least that was
Wendy's version. The sex wasn't bad, although he did tend to fall asleep before
she could cum a second time, but since he had more money than God, she decided
she could forgive him that one fault. The bottom line was Wendy was tired. At
29 she was simply tired of working and putting up with her boss' shit. She
figured she deserved all the finer things life had to offer, and marrying John
was the answer. She fantasized about South Seas vacations, an unlimited credit
limit, and real jewelry instead of that cheap K-Mart stuff she was forced to
wear now. She had grown up poor and damn well was not going to die that way.
Meeting John at a party thrown by her boss was the best thing that had happened
to her in some time and he seemed to be attracted to her from the beginning. So
for the next six weeks, Wendy was on her best behavior, making sure John's
every need was taken care of in an attempt to show him how much he needed her.

Wendy stepped out of the shower and began to towel herself off in front of the
mirror. She loved to look at her body and was her own greatest admirer. She
turned and smiled at herself in the reflection while tweaking her nipples and
watching them grow longer and rosy red. She stepped onto the scales, which
registered exactly 122 pounds. For her 5' 5" frame, she was perfect. She was
proud of her 35c 24 35 figure and was very aware of the effect she had on men.
Grabbing the blow dryer she finger-curled her long deep red hair as it began to
twist into ringlets. Her hair was thick and wild and was the perfect frame to
her creamy complexion and deep blue eyes. Satisfied with the results she
wandered into her bedroom and slipped into the white lace bra and panty set she
had recently bought at Victoria's Secret. The bra was a front closure, low cut
number that made her perfect tits even more delectable, the matching panties
were french cut and really just a wisp of fabric. The matching garter belt and
sheer white stockings added just the right touch. She stepped into a white
cashmere skirt and wiggled it up her hips. It was cut low on her tummy, just
under her belly button. The matching top buttoned down the front with pearl
buttons. It was a short midriff style that allowed about 4 inches of bare
creamy skin to show between where the sweater ended and the skirt began. She
stepped into a pair of white slip-on sandals with three-inch heels. Standing in
front of her vanity she reviewed her perfume choices, giggling she slid her
hand into her panties and touched the wetness of her pussy, then touching her
fingers behind each ear, she hurried into the kitchen for the final dinner
preparations.

Thankfully Wendy had set the table the night before and the wine was chilling
in the fridge, she placed two plates of salad on the table and hurried to
finish the shrimp Alfredo for the main course. Just as she put the chilled
bottle of wine on the table the doorbell rang and she opened the door slowly
and posed herself against the doorframe, allowing John to drink in her beauty.

John whistled softly through his lips, "Man Wendy, You look good enough to
eat."

Wendy smiled seductively. "Really? Does that mean you want to skip dinner?"

John laughed and leaned into Wendy, kissing her lightly on the nose and
bringing a hand from behind his back holding a single rose.

"Is that for me?" Wendy cooed as she took the rose and stroked John's cheek
with it. She took his hand and led him into the living room, which also served
as the dining room.

"Dinner is ready, I hope you brought your appetite." Wendy smiled sweetly at
John as she stood by the table pouring two glasses of wine. John took his glass
and sipped it silently for a moment before taking Wendy's hand. "Actually
Wendy, I have something rather serious I want to talk to you about."

Wendy smiled thinking that this was going to be easier than she thought. She
looked into John's eyes and softly said, "Of course lover, what is it?"

John paused as if searching for the right words to say. He was obviously
uncomfortable and finally asked; "Do you think we could sit down?" John took
her by the shoulders and led her to the sofa, he waited for her to take a seat
and then he set down next to her and took her hand in his. "Wendy, You know how
fond I am of you, right?"

"Oh sweetie, I feel the same way about you," Wendy purred.

"No, no please, let me finish", John stammered, "Wendy, my divorce was so hard
on me, and it was very difficult to let myself care about someone else again.
But you're just so lovely and sweet, so gentle and good-natured, not at all
like my ex-wife, Susan. Susan is controlling and domineering. She demanded a
lot of attention and I let her down." John spoke slowly and stared at the floor
avoiding eye contact with Wendy as he continued with his story. "You see, the
thing is, I really miss that in my life, and Susan has decided to forgive me
and take me back."

Finally John got the courage to look at Wendy as she sat looking at him with
her mouth open and all the color draining from her face. Wendy blinked a couple
of times before shaking her head in disbelief.

"Wait a minute, didn't you tell me you left Susan because she had an affair
with your best friend?"

"Well, yes that's true," said John meekly. "But it wasn't her fault, if I had
listened to her and obeyed her better, she wouldn't have needed someone else.
Oh Wendy, I know this must sound absurd, but I have never been a very strong-
willed man. I need a woman to take control of everything in my life."

Wendy looked at John silently and then simply reached over and took his
wineglass from his hand, and said, "I don't know about you but I need another
glass."

Wendy walked into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of wine off the table as she
passed. Her heels clicked against the tile floor as she muttered, "Actually I
need something better than this wine." Wendy picked up her purse and began
digging through it finally finding her bottle of Valium. She opened the bottle
and popped one into her mouth as she began to curse John to herself, thinking
of all the time and money and sweat she had put into this relationship. "Here I
have been sweet and all the time he wanted a bitch, I've been good-natured and
he wanted a control freak." Wendy found herself eyeing the Valium as she said
aloud, "He really should be taught a lesson."

A smile spread across her face and she began to shake some Valium out in her
hand. "Hmm, is two enough, is six to many?" She chuckled softly to herself as
she decided five was a nice number and crushed the tablets into a fine powder,
which she stirred into his wine. Wendy walked back to the sofa with the wine,
and as she held his glass out to him, she smiled sweetly and said, "Here you go
sweetie."

"Oh Wendy, you just don't know how badly I feel about telling you this. You
deserve so much better than I could ever give you." John's eyes seemed sincere
as he brought the glass up to his lips and started to sip.

Wendy decided not to argue that point but smiled as she said; "Now, John, you
must know the most important thing to me is your happiness, so why don't you
finish your wine and we will eat dinner. I made your favorite."

The last conscious thing John thought as he sat on the sofa was, "she is such a
sweet girl."


Part 2

John was trying to open his eyes. They seemed like lead weights and when they
finally did open, he was disoriented. He closed his eyes again, his head
swimming. He couldn't seem to move, it was as if he was tied down, but that
couldn't be possible. He must be dreaming. He fell into a deep sleep again and
this time when he awoke, he knew he was in trouble. He lay naked on a bed, with
his arms and feet stretched out, tied to each corner of the bedposts with thin
leather straps. He looked around the room and recognized it immediately. He was
still at Wendys', but she was no where in sight. He tried to move his hands,
twist them away from the bonds that held him but they were tight, so tight they
hurt. He yelled loudly, "WENDY!"

The door to the bedroom opened slowly, and a dark figure leaned up against the
doorway. He heard her voice, stronger than usual, more assured as she said, "A
few rules, lover. First of all, it's not Wendy, Its Mistress, or Mistress
Wendy. Secondly, do not EVER yell at me again."

Wendy began to move out of the darkness closer to the bed and John got his
first look at the new improved Wendy. She was dressed in a shiny black leather
bra that pushed her tits together and up in a fashion that made it possible to
see the top of each areola. She had on a matching thong panty and a garter belt
that held up black stockings. Her feet were graced with black slip-on 4inch
heels. She lifted her hands at her side and turned around, allowing John to get
the full picture.

"What do you think of my new outfit lover? You slept so long I had to amuse
myself by going shopping with your American express."

"Wendy? Wendy is that really you?" John swallowed hard as he looked at Wendys'
body in the black leather and he felt himself become aroused despite the
unusual circumstances. "Jesus, Wendy, what time is it, I need to get out of
here."

Wendy frowned and reached down to the foot of the bed, picking up a small whip
with several strands of knotted leather. Ttwaaaaackkkkkkk! The leather came
down hard against the tops of John's thighs as he let out a howl of pain.

"Wendy, this isn't funny, you untie me right now! That fucking hurt!"

Wendy took the end of the whip and held it under John's chin and looked deep
into his eyes. "This isn't meant to be a game John, you wanted someone to
control you, you wanted someone to rule your world. Well that someone might as
well be me, dick head."

Wendy smiled sweetly at John as she let the whiptails slid down his chest and
over his cock. She tapped the leather streamers lightly over his cock and he
began to immediately harden again. "You know you really hurt my feelings John,
so I think I'll just keep you here until I decide whether to forgive you."

John groaned through his teeth partly from frustration but also from the feel
of the leather raking over his cock and balls. "Oh God Wendy, I did not mean to
hurt you I swear, you have to let me go, you can't do this."

Wendy's eyes flashed fire at John as she raised the whip up and brought it down
across his thighs once again. "Don't you dare tell me what I can or cannot do,"
she said venomously, "and if you dare call me Wendy again, I'll put a ball gag
in that mouth of yours. It's Mistress and don't you forget it again."

John lay on the bed moaning in pain as he nodded, "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry
Mistress."

The young woman smiled satisfactorily at the man tied to her bed. "That's
better my pet." She sat down next to him on the bed and moved her nails over
his chest; she spoke softly as she petted him. "I like it when you talk in a
respectful manner to me, pet. It makes me want to do nice things to you and
make you feel good. You want Wendy to make you feel good don't you my sweet
pet?"

John whispered "Yes Mistress Wendy, I want you to make me feel good."

Wendy laughed, "I'm sure you do, but I think the best way to make you feel good
is by pleasuring me, isn't that right, pet?" Wendy leaned over John, letting
her hair fall over his chest while she trailed her tongue over his nipples, she
nipped at his right nipple with her teeth feeling him flinch and then moved to
his left nipple and did the same, as she waited for his answer.

"Oh yes Mistress, anything. I will do anything to please you."

Wendy smiled.

Wendy stood up next to the bed and slipped off her high heels, she put her
right foot on the bed and unfastened the garter holding up the stocking. She
began to slowly unroll it down her thigh, letting her hands roam over the
inside of her creamy skin and down her leg. She took the stocking and let it
trail over his body, circling it around his cock as it waved wildly in the air.
She had always thought John had a handsome cock. It was 7 inches in length;
just a little larger than average but the interesting thing about it was how it
was thicker in the middle. He liked to brag that the ends of a dollar bill
barely met if wrapped around his cock. Just as it narrowed it started to curve
three inches from the top, so if he stood sideways, his cock looked like a
quotation mark. Oh yes, he had the goods, he just needed to be taught.

She continued to remove her other stocking as he watched her. She loved the
fact that his eyes were on her, she was getting wet just from watching him
watch her strip.

He lay there helpless, watching her, mesmerized by her. His thighs were on fire
from her lashes but they were not as painful as his turgid cock. He wanted, no
he needed her to let him release into her pussy, and he arched his back as if
it would help.

Wendy removed her garter belt and let it drop on the floor, she slid her thumbs
into the waist band of the soft leather panties and pulled them down just
enough for him to see the soft red pubic hair peeking out. She watched his face
as she slid them off her silky thighs and step out of them. Her pubic hair was
glistening with her wetness, and she climbed up on the bed, straddling his
belly, looking down on him. She rubbed her pussy across his stomach and leaned
over him as she raised her hands to her breasts, she trailed her fingers across
the edge of her bra, just over the pink areolas peeking out at him. He sucked
in his breath and strained his neck trying to lift his head high enough to
reach her tits. She just laughed and sat up on him as she opened the front
clasp of her bra and released her breasts. God, they were magnificent he
thought as he watched them. Firm round orbs of creamy tits with delicate pink
areolas that looked like they had been painted onto her skin, and nipples hard
and pink sticking out like pencils erasers. He moaned loudly as he watched her
begin to finger her own lovely breasts. She took her nipples between her thumb
and forefinger and began to pull on them, making them lengthen and start to
turn a darker pink. She ran her hand down her tummy and into her cunt, moving
her finger around her slit and then bringing it back up to her nipples and
touching them, leaving pussy juice dripping from both nipples.

"Oh my God Mistress, please", he moaned.

She felt him arch his back again and the head of his cock grazed her lower
back, leaving a wet smear of pre-cum.

She growled at him, "Don't you dare cum without my permission, it's not time
for you yet." She lowered her hands to his nipples and pinched them between her
fingers. "You want to pinch my nipples like this don't you?

He nodded, "Yes Mistress."

"You want to pinch them harder like this, don't you?" She pinched his nipples
harder and watched his eyes as the pain registered.

"Oh God yes, Mistress," he hissed.

She pulled on his sensitive nipples and rolled them between her fingers, as he
moaned, not taking his eyes of her tits swaying just beyond reach. She bent
down on him and whispered fiercely into his ear, "Do you want to eat my pussy?"

"Oh yes, oh yes," he whimpered.

"Then you have to beg for it, beg for my sweet pussy on your mouth." She raised
back up on him and mouthed the words, "B-E-G F-O-R I-T."

John began to beg. "Please Mistress, please let me suck your delicious pussy,
let me lick your sweetness."

Sweat started to bead up on his forehead as he pleaded and Wendy actually felt
sorry for him, for a second anyway. She moved around on the bed and positioned
her pussy directly over his face. John didn't waste any time; he began to lick
inside her inner folds like a mad man. His goatee rubbed her clit as he licked
and plunged his tongue deep into her twat. "God, you got to love a man with a
goatee", Wendy thought. She began to move her hips in circles over his mouth,
sliding her pussy over his face. He bit and pulled her labia with his lips and
then wiggled his tongue over her clit as she rubbed her tits with both hands.

"If you make me cum hard with your mouth my pet, I will let you fuck me."
Wendy's breath was becoming rapid and uneven; she ground her melting pussy on
his face.

John responded to her promise by plunging his tongue deep into her cunt and
positioning it in and out of her dripping hole, lapping her juices like a man
dying of thirst. He wiggled his head back and forth forcefully, using his lips
and tongue to probe and nibble at her clit.

Wendy felt it building that dizzy lightheaded feeling she always got before she
came really hard. She threw her head back and began to buck her hips wildly on
John's face. She groaned loudly as wave after wave of intense orgasm spasmed
over her body, pushing her away from herself, leaving her body, making her fly.
She sucked in her breath harshly and slid off his face until she was resting on
top of him with her face next to his still erect cock.

John was still, his breathing hard and labored. His cock felt like it was on
fire and might explode at any minute. He knew at that exact moment he would
give her everything he owned if she would simply touch it. He moaned under his
breath and arched his back slightly causing Wendy to stir.

Wendy rolled off John and turned to face him, she smiled briefly and then began
to kiss him. She moved her lips over his face and mouth, kissing and inhaling
her own scent, tasting herself on his lips. She raised herself higher and her
tits brushed across his lips as she reached for his wrists, as if to untie the
leather restraints.

"Can I trust you my pet?" she demurred softly.

John nuzzled her left breast, flicking her nipple with his nose as he answered,
"Oh yes Mistress, let me touch you, I need to touch you."

"Yea right." Wendy howled in laughter. "I'll just untie you now and you will be
a good boy, right? I don't think that would be very wise. No, I think we will
just leave you tied up for now."

Wendy hopped off the bed and reached for a shopping bag that lay on the floor.
Digging through it she pulled out a few things and lay them on the bed. John
strained his neck trying to see what Wendy had as sweat began to collect on his
brow again. Wendy held up a thick leather dog collar in front of John's face.

"See pet? I bought a present for you!"

Wendy slipped the collar around his neck and fastened it snuggly, as John
gasped, "Not so tight, Mistress please."

"Hush", Wendy ordered. "This is what all the pussy whipped little boys are
wearing this year."

John moaned as he stretched his neck trying to get accustomed to the
restriction of the tight leather collar and he looked at Wendy trying to figure
out what happened to the sweet young woman who had invited him into her
apartment that night. Somehow she had transformed herself into one major ball-
breaking bitch and it scared the shit out of him. The one thing he could not
deny however, was he had never been so turned on in all his life.

Wendy leaned over John bringing her face to his and pulled roughly on the
collar making John choke a bit as she said hotly, "I own you now. You belong to
me. You will be at my beck and call, you will serve me, continue to work and
provide for me, and cook and clean for me. In return I will give you the
discipline you need, the security of making decisions for you and all the pussy
you can eat, as long as its mine of course."

Wendy began to laugh, "God, to think I actually thought you were a man, you
really should see yourself lying here all tied up, you really look pathetic."

A smile spread over her face as an idea suddenly came to her and she scrambled
off the bed and disappeared into the closet for a moment.

John could hear her moving around and when she appeared at the bed again she
was holding a camera and tripod. He barely was able to suck in enough air to
say, "Oh shit."

Wendy smiled at John as she set up the camera. "Isn't it a great idea, Dog Boy?
We HAVE to send one to your ex-wife in our Christmas card. Let's see, what was
her name? Oh yes, Susan."

John groaned as he closed his eyes, shaking his head from side to side. He
could hear Wendy snickering and softly say, "Don't worry though, I won't send
them to your business associates unless you're a very bad dog boy." He opened
his eyes just in time to see her snap the picture and in his mind he saw his
image lying tied down on her bed, wearing only a dog collar and a huge erection
on the cover of Forbes magazine. Wendy had won. He knew it, she knew it and she
congratulated herself as she walked slowly back to the bed. She crawled across
the bed and sat on his stomach, straddling him and looking down at him. Without
a word she raised herself up, placed her hands on his chest and slowly raised
her hips until the head of his cock was pushing against the entrance of her
pussy. She rock her hips back and forth, letting her clit massage the tip of
his helmet, blending her juices with his pre-cum. Then digging her nails into
his sides and holding his gaze with her own, she began to lower her cunt onto
his hard, pulsating cock.

"Jesus!" John moaned as her cunt grabbed his cock like a velvet glove and
enveloped him. He bit his bottom lip and screwed his face into a frown as he
concentrated on the intense feeling of her pussy griping his cock.

Wendy took a deep breath and started with short strokes, trying to take his
entire length into her pussy. She gasped as she felt the head of his cock
pressed firmly against her cervix. She sat still for a moment, allowing herself
to become accustomed to his size, which seemed much bigger and harder than she
had ever known before. They began to move together rhythmically, aware of every
movement, every sensation. Their eyes were locked on each other, their
breathing matched, every inhalation and exhalation. They rocked together,
stroke for stroke.

Wendy moved her hands up her body to her breasts, she cupped and caressed them,
flicking her thumbs over her rose colored nipples. She pulled and rolled them
between her fingers as her breathing began to quicken.

John watched her play with her tits as he began to buck his hips into her
harder. He watched as she moved on hand back down her body to her clit. She
pressed her middle finger hard against her clit and let the movement of her
body do the work. He moved his hips in a circle, pushing as hard as he could
from his position under her. He felt his balls tighten and his cock began to
swell even larger. She grabbed the sides of his chest again and pushed her
pussy hard against him as he began to shoot his load, stream after stream into
her sucking cunt. Somewhere deep inside of him escaped a primal noise, a sound
so unfamiliar that John did not recognize it as his own. Wendy began to cum.
She milked his cock with long, heavy strokes as she felt his cum piston inside
of her. She was flying again, with bursts of white light now pulsating across
her tightly closed eyes. She held her breath to the point of almost passing out
and while John let out his scream, she was silent, totally silent as her orgasm
engulfed her. Wendy collapsed on John, they lay together, still coupled as they
each fell into a deep sleep.

When John awoke, the sun was filtering in through sheer curtains and a gentle
breeze drifted in. He was alone on the bed, still tied securely to each post.
He could hear Wendy in the bathroom moving around. He coughed a few times,
clearing his throat and called out, "Wendy?"

She wandered out of the bathroom into view as she clipped an earring into
place. She looked lovely, dressed in a sundress of creamy yellow. She smiled at
John as she moved closer to him and sat down on the bed. "Good morning, pet.
Did you sleep well?"

John looked at his wrists tied to the bed and calmly said, "I must have, I
would say I didn't move all night long, but by the looks of things, that would
have been impossible. Could you please untie me now, Mistress?"

Wendy laughed and solicitously patted his head, "When I get back, I will lover.
Then you can please me again with that wicked tongue of yours."

"Get back?" John started to sound worried as he said, "Where are you going, how
long will you be gone? I HAVE to pee!"

"Hush now," Wendy warned. "I thought about that problem", she said as she
produced an empty pickle jar from the bedside table. She placed the jar between
his legs, with his cock resting inside the jar. "Now be very careful pet, if
you move to much you might make a mess." Wendy spoke in a very quiet serious
manner, as she shrugged, "Then I would have to punish you." She stood up and
picked up his wallet from the dresser, sliding out a couple of credit cards.
"Well dear, I'm off to the mall. Be back soon!"

Wendy stopped at the bedroom door and blew John a kiss before closing the
bedroom door.

Authors note: This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. My personal belief is
sex should always be consensual. This is just make believe, you know, a
fantasy. If you have comments you may write me at wendybird33@hotmail.com.

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