Kelsey's Revenge on Mike (F/FM)

[SilverLinings]

This is a revenge piece I wrote for @Niceandtight31 , who wrote me a very fun and thoughtful private response to a "How Would..." prompt that I put up. Hope you all enjoy!

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I’ve been watching Mike for weeks now, waiting patiently and plotting my revenge. Mike is a big, strong guy. 6’3” at least, built well, and fully tatted. He’s an imposing presence…and I have to admit, a very attractive man. Still doesn’t change the fact that he broke into my apartment and tied me up with duct tape naked and gagged me with my disgusting, sweaty panties after one of my long runs. Probably worse, he left me there for a neighbor to find, and not just any neighbor came along – the guy I have a huge crush on! So humiliating…so so humiliating. The motherfucker. But you know what they say, revenge is a dish best served cold, and I have been preparing my dish.

I’ve figured out that Allison is Mike’s crush. She is rather cute. I can see why he likes her. She’s average height with some nice 34Cs, is a little curvy, and has a cute face with smooth blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. Very Scandinavian of her. She’s also got some cute tats, not quite as many as Muscles Mike, but enough to put her in the same category as him, the “tatted up” group.

I’ve befriended Allison at the gym and gotten to know her a little bit, not like besties, but more like casual acquaintances. I may have also gotten my eyes on her iPhone passcode. Whoops. And her digital locker combination…because of course it is the same code. Silly Allison, basic tech safety, she should know better.

It’s Friday night and Allison is where I always see her - at the gym. She looks really cute in her Gymshark workout shorts and sports bra, white crew socks and high top Converses. Her hair is in a pony tail and her nails are painted a fun light blue. We exchange a polite hello and ask how the week was for each other. She mentions that she’s been talking to this cute guy and they have a date for tomorrow night. Cool, but actually, little does she know, it is going to be tonight. I head to the locker room and open her locker. She’s a rare bird who doesn’t listen to music when she works out, so I know her phone will be in there. I take it out, unlock it, and open her texts with Mike. Sure enough, there it is, a date set for tomorrow night. I begin to type.

“How about tonight instead? Can’t wait to see you…. I’m at the gym now but 9pm, my place?”

I turn off the Bluetooth so his response doesn’t go to her watch.

“Sure!” he replies quickly. I’ll bring a bottle. What’s your address?

Crap! I don’t know. I search her e-mails for the keyword address and it pops up quickly enough. I copy and paste it into the text with Mike and hit the blue Send arrow.

He hearts the message. It’s on. I put Allison’s phone back in her locker and close it. I head out to my car and wait for her to come out, checking my own duffel bag over and over. Not my gym duffel, my revenge duffel. A black ski mask, leather gloves, a pocket knife, tons of white rope, one pair of handcuffs, and a few roles of duct tape.

20 minutes late Allison walks out of the gym, her duffel slung over her shoulder. She starts her car and I start mine. I follow her back to her place, a nice little 1-bedroom starter house at the end of a cul-de-sac. Perfect. I park in front of a house a few doors down, making sure to turn my lights off before turning onto her street behind her. She exits her car and walks up to the front door, unlocking it. I quickly take my bag and pull the ski mask over my head and put on my gloves. My heart is racing now. The adrenaline is pumping. I softly close my car door and quickly creep up behind her as works on the lock. She turns the key, opens the door, and just as she is closing it behind her, I push it open hard, surprising her and quickly forcing my way inside.

“HUH??” she says, in shock. I quick close the door, and as she opens her mouth to scream, I push a gloved hand over mouth and push her up against the wall, pushing my forearm into her neck with my other arm.

“Not a word!” I say menacingly to her.

She nods her head and coughs as I release her, spinning her around while she doubles over, trying to catch her breath from the surprise air cutoff from my arm in her throat.

“On the ground, now!” I hiss. She does as I instruct, still gasping for air. I take out some rope and quickly and expertly tie her wrists together. It is 8:45 and Mike with be over soon.

“What’s going on, what is this?!” she asks.

“Quiet!” I say.

“But what are you doing here, why are you doing this to me??” she asks with a pathetic whimper in her voice.

“That’s it,” I say, “I said not another word!”

I kick off my black Nike sneakers and pull off my matching brand white ankle socks. I push them toward Allison’s face and she fights back, closing her mouth and moving her head around.

“Eww, gross! What the hell!” she says, picking up on the smell of my gym socks, even though they aren’t that bad. It wasn’t too hard of a workout tonight but they’re far from clean.

“You’ll understand in a few minutes,” I say, as I am finally able to force the thick, white cotton into her mouth, muffling her cries and questions. I take the duct tape and press some up against her mouth, then tightly wrap the roll around her head several times, securing the smelly mouth stuffing and making her eyes bulge in surprise.

“You may find this hard to believe right now, but this isn’t about you…” I tell Allison.

“MMPPH??!” she questions as she squirms on the ground.

I reach to her shoes and she tries to pull her feet away, but I grab on and untie her Converses, slipping them from her feet, her own smell wafting up and hitting me in the nose.

“Gross,” I say, as she grunts again into the gag, her legs still kicking around.

I grab the waste of her gym shorts and pull them down, revealing her thighs and curvy hips. I give her a playful smack on the butt and watch it jiggle as she grunts again in displeasure into the gag. I take her little black panties and pull them down as well, her legs kicking more in protest and her muffled noises confirming her displeasure at being forced into nudity and her private areas of exposed to a stranger, a criminal whose motives are still unknown. I take out my pocket knife and cut the back of her sports bra, letting it fall forward and pulling it from under her. More cries of protest into the socks stuffed into her mouth.

I tape her ankles over her crew length socks and above her knees, then finally around her thighs. I roll her over, finally glimpsing for the first time her full, plump breasts with round, large nipples. Her face flushes in embarrassment. Her legs are taped tightly together but her lady parts are exposed enough for her humiliation and she continues to grunt and yell muffled expletives in my direction. I grab her by the shoulders and drag her to the kitchen. I bring my duffel bag with me and hide the evidence of me being here.

Finally, I hear a knock at the door and the door handle turning. Mike is here.

“Allison?” I hear him call.

“In here…” I say back, knowing he won’t be the wiser.

He rounds the corner and, “What the fuck?!?” he says in surprise, nearly dropping the bottle of wine in his hand. He looks good. Nice fitting dark denim and strong black dress boots. A gray, untucked button down with the sleeves rolled up and his hair is done nicely.

“What the fu…”

“Stop!” I say, as Mike starts to walk toward us. I have Allison sitting up against me on the wall and I hold the pocket knife to her throat.

“What do you…”

“NO!”I say, cutting him off. “Not a word. Take off your clothes, strip, do it now!” I say.

Mike hesitates, looking at his crush. I notice a bulge growing in the front of his jeans. He tries one more time to plead but I cut him off again. Mike unbuttons his shirt and then pulls it off, his undershirt, too. He unties his boots and tosses them to the side before slipping off his back socks. He stands there staring at us.

“Please…” he says.

“NOW!” I scream at him.

He unbuckles his belt, unbuttons the button, unzips the zipper, and slowly drops his jeans down, his erection now more obvious and Allison notices. She moans lightly as his arousal of her being tied up and gagged. He kicks off his jeans and then slowly, looking away in embarrassment, pulls down his boxer briefs. His cock is large and hard. He blushes, and so does she. I toss him a few lengths of rope.

“Have a seat. Tie your ankles together, then above your knees and your thighs. Make sure not to squeeze your balls too hard,” I say with a laugh.

Mike does as instructed and then I toss him the handcuffs.

“Cuff your wrists behind your back, tightly, no funny business.”

Again, he does as he’s told, his cock sticking straight up from the seated position. I notice that Allison’s nipples have been hardening, as well. Apparently, he isn’t the only one who finds their crush tied up to be a turn on. I can’t lie…I’m in the same boat as them and feel myself getting a little more excited, but I have to stay focused here.

“On to your stomach, but careful, don’t hurt yourself...” I instruct with a smile, finally putting away my pocket knife.

Mike carefully maneuvers himself so that his cock is pressed up against his stomach and he is laying on the cool kitchen floor. I grab his shoulders to that his face is positions in front of Allison’s socked feet. I tie more rope around his wrists above the handcuffs and then remove them. I grab Mike’s ankles and pull him backwards, his cocks rubbing against the kitchen floor with his stomach and chest.

“Ouch!” he screams. I ignore it. I pull his feet up and tie one more rope connect his ankles and wrists, hogtying him.

“Hey, easy!” he says.

“That’s enough from you…”

I cut the tape from Allison’s ankles and strip off her socks, revealing her super cute feet with matching toenail polish to her fingernails.

“Hey, wait, what the…” Mike tries to protest but I push her sweaty white socks into his mouth, one at a time, his face twisting at the smell. Allison had a harder workout than me, apparently. She is mortified at this sight and lowers her head as her face turns an even darker shade of red.

I wrap tape around his head the same way I did for her, securing the smelly mouth stuffing.

I turn my attention back to Alison, taping her ankles now and then pulling her to the ground, laying her on her stomach right in front of Mike before taping her into a hogtie, too. He grunts into the gag and she whimpers. The two of them is quite a sight to see, hogtied and sock gagged.

I rotate both of my captives so that they’re now side by side before having a seat and crossing me legs. I take off the ski mask revealing my identity to both of them. Alison’s’ eyes open wide in betrayal and she squeals into the gag. Mike’s eyes also widen and he begins to rage. He pushes and pulls and starts to roll to his side. The rope is way too strong for him, as is the gag, but he grunts and moans into it nonetheless.

I take the next 10 minutes and explain everything to Allison. How Mike broke into my apartment and left me in a big ball of tape, gagged with my own dirty and smelly panties, after robbing me. How he left me to be found by my neighbor, who I had a huge crush on and who hasn’t made eye contact with me since. And finally, how it was nothing against her, but this was balance restored by the universe for the injustice bestowed upon me, by Mike. It is all his fault and all of her humiliation can be blamed on him – oh, and not to mention the fact that she is interested in dating a thief. Sorry to expose you in more ways than one, Mikey boy.

I pull out my phone and begin to record the two of them, zooming in on their gagged mouths and listening to their grunts and moans as they roll around, struggling on the kitchen floor together. I push Mike to the side and zoom in on his hard cock and then his embarrassed face. And with Alison, I zoom in on her hard nipples sitting atop her bouncing tits. I don’t go down to her nethers because, well, this is more about Mike and only featuring Allison, not starring her. I film for about 5 minutes before stopping and telling them that I’m going to head out now, but if anyone ever tries to re-revenge on me, this video will end up very, very public, and no one wants that. I leave Mike and Allison in the same way that Mike left me. I write on a piece of paper “HELP US, WE’RE TIED UP AND GAGGED IN THE KITCHEN”.

On my way out, I leave the paper taped just underneath the address number and leave the door to the house wide open, letting a nosy – or lucky – neighbor coming over to investigate and find them. What a Friday night story this will be for the neighborhood to gossip about…

[TiedAndTaped3D]

Let that be a lesson to Mike!

Great story! I really enjoyed it.

[Bigballgag1]

This was very well written and an enjoyable read. Great work!

[LunaDog]

Nothing like a bit of cold, hard revenge is there? Well done, this was an excellent read.

[Niceandtight31]

Looks like I chose the wrong girls home to break in

[SilverLinings]

Thank you @TiedAndTaped3D @Bigballgag1 @LunaDog !!

@Niceandtight31 maybe you'll think twice next time

[KidnappedCowboy]

Mike deserved everything he got!

[Niceandtight31]

Thank you @TiedAndTaped3D @Bigballgag1 @LunaDog !!

@Niceandtight31 maybe you'll think twice next time

Nope....I think I'd still take the same course of action

[SilverLinings]

Well then you know what is coming for you on the back end, don't say that you weren't warned!

[Niceandtight31]

Well then you know what is coming for you on the back end, don't say that you weren't warned!

Think I'm gonna tie you even tighter next time I break in

[BoundSuperhero17]

I love this story and am just green with jealous rage

[emily-a]

Good story and good writing! If you wanna mess with Kelsey, just settle for pulling her ponytail or something. Do NOT - I repeat, do NOT - leave her tied up with her panties stuffed in her mouth.

[burro22]

Incredible story and I love the gags!

[SilverLinings]

Thanks @burro22

@emily-a but pulling on a ponytail hurts and may result in a bondage response, as well. Be forewarned....

[TiedAndTaped3D]

Thanks @burro22

@emily-a but pulling on a ponytail hurts and may result in a bondage response, as well. Be forewarned....

Challenge accepted

[SilverLinings]

@TiedAndTaped3D Oh boy aren't you a trouble maker..... need to put you in your place don't we?

[TiedAndTaped3D]

@SilverLinings we just might .

[bexbound]

Love this one