My Heart still belongs to him

I’ve always been a bit of a naughty slut, and have always been the dominant one in the relationship, but the other day I was really sad and confused when I found my boyfriend cheating on me with a slut he picked up at a club. At first I couldn’t believe it and was really down and depressed. I thought to myself, how could he cheat on me? I’m Angelica Heart after all. I was still really into him and when he called me up, and said if I could forgive him I initially said no, but after some thinking I called him back up and said sure. I’m not so desperate and never get back with someone that cheats on me, but this time I had a plan. I have been fantasizing about being a dominatrix for several months now and thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to try this out, and to get revenge after what he did to me. I sent him a message and said I was really horny and desperate to treat him to a kinky smothering experience that he would never forget. When I arrived at his place I already had my sexy Dome black uniform on, and I was so anxious to dominate him in each and every way possible. He was pretty horny too, when we got into bed, but I told him to get naked and to get down on his knees. He laughed at first and asked me what I had in mind, but I told him it was a surprise. I just couldn’t look at him straight in the eye anymore, after he had cheated on me, and was ready to punish him. I blindfolded him, gagged him and tied him up. He was rock-hard and really enjoying it. But I was just about to give him a lesson that he would never forget.

I got nude but left my black fishnet stockings on, and began smothering him with my big juicy breasts. He loved the breast smothering as I did this all over his body including his balls and cock. He has a nice body I have to admit but I didn’t care anyway, as I just wanted to prove to him who was the dominant one in the relationship. After all it’s easy for me to get a new guy, as I have lovely dark hair, a nice set or large tits, a tight pussy and an ass to die for. I can be really crazy at times and this was one of these times, so I got out my whip and caressed his tough body for a while. He loved it, but I wasn’t here to please him but to torture him. I have always fantasized about getting down and dirty during an intense BDSM session, and slowly began to whip his back harder and harder. I got so carried away that it got even harder each time until I began belting him like a mad woman. I guess he was screaming but I couldn’t hear a thing, as after all he had a gag on and I was really enjoying myself. I began smothering his testicles with my huge tits and rubbing my round ass all over his big cock, and then sort of licked it with the tip of my tongue. He seemed to be getting aroused, but when I was beginning to get into it, as I was masturbating like a mad babe, I remembered that he had cheated on me and got so furious that I simply wanted to torture him as much as I possibly could.

I simply didn’t see him as my boyfriend anymore, but as my sex slave. I took off his gag, and started with some tease and denial action, as I shouted out who did you fuck bitch! You stupid whore! He said he was sorry, but the more he begged I got madder and madder, so after treating him to some more soothing breast smothering, I began with some intense face slapping and then went into my room for a while, lit up a candle and began to drip hot wax all over his genitals. He was now moaning like a cheap whore and I was getting hornier and hornier as he moaned and moaned. I began masturbating all over his face, and was so moist and slimy that I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t tried out femdom action before. I loved doing cruel things to my useless ex boyfriend, and right before his cock and balls became carbon I decided to blow the candle. He was screaming so loud at this point, that I sort of felt sorry for him. But then all of a sudden his phone rang, and when I asked who is it, I figured out it was his new lover. I hung up, and began to ask him all sorts of questions about her and why he cheated on me. He answered most questions, but when he didn’t I punished him by canning his backside. It was all bruised and battered by now, and I thought to myself if I continue this I’d probably knock him out. So, I had him to invite his lover over, over the phone. When the skank arrived I directed her to him, and said here’s your new boyfriend. He couldn’t even say help, as he was in so much pain. Geez, I think I’m really beginning to like this kind of stuff!