You know how the saying goes, "revenge is a dish best served cold." To seek revenge, you must be patient, calculating, and wait for the just the right time to strike. How did you serve up YOUR cold dish of revenge? The Vengeance Demons of AdultConfessions.com want to know!

My girlfriend broke up with me at a party. An argument followed and she tried to hurt me further by hooking up with some other guys at the party. She was drinking far too much and was barely able to walk without assistance from one of the group. I noticed that the guy helping her was also copping a feel of her tits every chance he got and so were his friends. It was very clear that she wasn't making any attempt to stop them; she knows how jealous I get, so I assume that this was for my benefit and that she was actually enjoying the attention.
Sometime later a friend came over and told me that she was completely wasted after playing a series of drinking games with them and that everyone was trying to get in her pants.
I tried to speak to her and get her to leave, but she just told me to mind my own business.
It wasn't long before some of the older guys at the party got wind of her condition and quickly took control of the situation and I watched helplessly as she went upstairs with them
She was really out of it and they started on her straight away. I still can picture her limp in their arms being laid down on the bed. They quickly took off her top and played with her tits. I could hear her protesting but not with any conviction. One of the guys pulled down his pants and pushed his hard dick towards her face. I saw her open her mouth and take him in. As he pumped his cock in her mouth the other started pulling down her shorts ready to work on her pussy. She saw me standing there in the doorway and just. I can't believe that she was prepared to sacrifice her self-respect, just to hurt me.

  • My long-term girlfriend had just finished buckling me into our horrendously expensive heavy-leather strait-jacket, with the latex lining, and was just knotting the draw-cords of the hood, tight around my neck, leaving me just the two tiny air-holes at my nostrils, plus the near-airtight nylon zipper across my mouth, presently tight shut, when the front doorbell chimed. If I'd been able to speak, I would have said 'ignore it' but left the bedroom, and closed the door. A minute later, I heard faintly, raised voices, followed by the slam of the front door. The voices came nearer, then the bedroom door burst open, and a harsh voice said "What the fuck??" and came closer. "Don't hurt him! He didn't know about you!" Emily cried, and I cringed, waiting for blows....she went on "I needed some control, some power, and this guy gave it to me! You were always so damned bossy! What are you doing out of prison anyway? I thought you had another year to go!" He snorted "Long story, WIFE!You do remember that, don't you? What's this fucker's story, anyhow?" She babbled, obviously terrified of this guy. "He..he likes to be tied up, and submissive! He helps with the bills! That's all it is, Rick, I swear!" He grunted, then said in a slightly milder tone "So you're not fucking him, huh babe? Just letting him help with the bills, huh? In return for what? This? Is that it?" She spoke hurriedly "That's all it is, honey, I swear! Just this and the bag!" Yawning, he said "Bag? What bag?" She answered in subservient tones "He's got this big ol' rubber-lined bag he likes to be tied up in - here I'll show you!" and I heard her open the closet. Rustling rubbery canvas sounds, and he said "Wow! You put him in that, huh? Does he really like it?" She snorted "Oh you have no idea! He rambles on about being made to stay in the bag - some kind of fantasy, I guess...." He yawned again, and said "Damn I'm tired! I'm gonna stuff him in this little closet, then you come to bed with me!" So saying he pulled me off the bed, and forced me into the little closet, stuffed full of her coats and other garments, and locked the door. Silence fell, and time passed in an agony of arousal, fear, in about equal amounts. This unseen guy had just got out of prison, and I knew what went on there! The odds were good he was going to make full use of me, and Emily, making up for lost time! I was half-terrified, half excited at the idea, especially if he decided to tie me up in the big rubberized canvas bag! I knew he would show no mercy, and a thrill ran through me at the prospect! I slumped down on the floor, and soon fell asleep myself.
    When I awoke, he was pulling me out of the closet, and still in the dark, he transferred me from the strait-jacket to the rubber-lined bag, effortlessly, with immense strength. I still never got a proper look at him! Emily showed him how it was usually tied, then I was on the bed, tied at the neck, waist and under my feet, now utterly unable to escape! They had long lazy sex, right beside me, and the sounds made me come erect, making a tent in the bag, tight under the lower zipper! Then it was open, and rough fingers grabbed me by the balls, and yanked the whole package outside, tightening the zipper round the roots. "Nice piece!" he sn****red, and effortlessly made me fully erect! "Tell you what, Em - we're gonna keep his ass, right here, and he can go on paying the bills, and since I love having my cock sucked, and you don't like that, well, that's a bonus! He looks happy enough, judging by this weapon, right here!" She giggled, and said dutifully "Whatever you say, Rick! It's so good to have you home!

    Hello and bye

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    After I broke up with my 25yo boyfriend I was so angry at him that I ended up having sex with his 30yo brother and its our little secret now

  • I recently found out my wife had been cheating on me for the past year. So I wanted to pay her back for what she did to me. One night we were having drinks with friends and as the night came to an end I drugged her and she passed out. I got her naked and fucked her good and hard and she never woke. So I had a couple of her nephews come over and fuck her also. They were shoving their cocks in her mouth, fucking and eating her pussy and ass! I took pics of her and sent them to friends and my brother. I even put one on our sons phone. I knew he would jerk off in her panties and he already had a pic of her he had snuck off my phone. A couple of weeks later we did it again except this time our son fucked her along with some of the younger kids in the neighborhood. I even bent her over the bed and got our mixed mut to ram her.

    ok, the year was 1984. i was waiting tables at a mexican restaraunt called el torito's who-song and larry's, stupid name i know, in santa clara ca. we had a lot of ethnic indian from india software engineers bring their families (grandpa, grandma, 8 kids) in for dinner. fuckers were the cheapest bastards, would act all snobby, make you run all night like they were your only table. they would demand that we keep the complimentary chips and salsa basket full, not order any drinks, drink only free water, split 5 entrees for 10 people, then not tip. we use to call them "Patels".

    one busy friday night i had a Patel table who were really getting on my last nerve. they had ordered the "sizzling chicken fajitas". that's a hot skillet, so hot that the chicken strips are still sizzling when you place the skillet on the table family style. its a real bitch to serve, as i had to carry the fucking thing through a crowded dining room on an oval tray held shoulder height, the glowing red hot skillet with its searing hot greasy chicken strips crackling, sputtering, frizzling and spitting their hot grease inches from my face. i'd had it. enough was enough. the Patels could go fuck themselves, grandma grandpa and all the kids too.

    i decided to take action. "hey Steve (my coworker)! check this out!" i sucked in and collected a huge green-yellow-brownish loogie from the back of my throat and hocked it right on the scorching hot skillet. it danced in the hot grease, sputtering and spraying mucous and phlegm strings as it boiled on the hot metal. revenge! REVENGE! HA HA HA! TAKE THAT YOU FUCKING PATELS!!! EAT MY SNOT! I GET THE LAST LAUGH, YOU FUCKS! YOU FUCKED WITH THE WRONG WAITER! REVENGE IS MINE!

    steve bent over he was laughing so hard. "which table! which table is that?"
    "table 51. the Patels. ooh,i got something special just for them, i do, those cheap fucks making me run all night."

    i carried it out to them, placing it in the center of the table with a flourish. "enjoy!" i said with a grin.

    oh, we laughed and laughed, steve and i, watching those cheap fucks eat my slimy filthy phlegm, those fuckers.
    "how's everything over here? everything good? how's those fajitas, good aren't they?" oh yeah, theyre good, you cheap free chip and salsa with a glass of water eating sons of bitches. fuck you.

    I have been debating with myself for quite some time whether I should put in writing what went on. Only one person knows about this, another woman, my friend from work. She is black, she calls every black guy she has sex with a n****r. She says that black guys become n****rs when they fuck. She told me that black women become bitches when they get fucked. And if some n****r is fucking them day in and day out, then they are full time bitches, and that's why you meet so many black bitches. That is what she says, she is 36 just like me, and she is married and calls her husband a n****r and she will tell you she is a bitch.

    I am 36. I went out with a white guy. He has a business repairing commercial garage door openers. When he fucked me he beat me up. Not a little either. I had to call my friend to come over and help me. She said he was a white n****r for beating me up. That if I didn't want to get beat up I had to learn how to be a bitch, with a capital B. She told me that I should try a black man. I had to learn to defend myself and having a black man fuck me would teach me how to be a bitch and put a white man in his place. No self respecting black bitch lets a black n****r beat her up.

    The man who fucked me was a real n****r. He liked white women, and he liked white pussy, and when he fucked he destroyed what he fucked. I held his black dick in my hand, trying to keep it from going into my pussy, his dick was strong and he fucked me. My friend told me that I was weak, a weak white pussy, and every black n****r that wanted to could fuck me. If I didn't want to end up with some n****r's kid, I should stay away from black men and take whatever is dished out by a white guy, because I was never going to be a bitch.

    I went out again with the guy who beat me up. I told him that he wasn't going to get any pussy if he hit me again. I told him that if he hit me I was going to bite his dick, that he didn't know that I could be a bitch. He caught me off guard once, but it won't happen again. I wanted his dick, and he wanted my pussy and that should be how were going to get along. I don't know if he knows what a black bitch is like, and much less what a black bitch with a capital B is like, but I told him I was going to be a bitch and I was going to bite his white dick. We fucked and fucked, fucked and fucked. He didn't hit me, and when I get his dick and put my lips around it, I put my teeth on his dick and grind down a little to let him know I will bite his dick if he hits me again.

    That's what went on.

    Hello and bye

  • Setup for Revenge in the Park
    I'm still kind of new at this and I don't know if writing this down is a good idea or not, but I'm going to explode if I don't tell someone. I was not allowed to bring any guys home throughout high school. My parents were very strict. As long as I was living at home, it was family rules.
    So now I'm on my own and still haven't had a serious boyfriend. I'm not a virgin by any means, but I haven't been with a lot of guys.
    I have my own apartment and a good job, but meeting guys is really hard. I was really excited when a guy from work asked me out. He was really nice but as I got to know him, I found out that he was kind of freaky. He wouldn't have sex with me right off. He would make me masturbate. At first, it was just with my fingers on my pussy. Then he started making me use a vibrator. When he got tired of that, he got me a large black dildo. I had to draw a line at that.
    I am a small Mexican girl. I am barely 5 feet tall and 110 pounds. There's no was that thing was going in my pussy.
    When I told him to go fuck himself with it, he was really pissed. I think he has a problem with being turned down. He didn't talk to me for a day or so.
    I was starting to think that this wasn't going to work out. I was going to call him up to break up when I got a call from him. He apologized for being a dick and asked if he could take me out so that he could make it up to me. He said that he was very upset about losing his job. He didn't want to lose me too. I couldn't tell him no.
    He took me out to eat and a movie. It was pretty nice. Afterwards, we stopped at an adult toy store.
    I bought some cute crotch-less panties and some fuzzy handcuffs. I was planning a little fun tonight.
    Before he went off to look around, I warned him to stay away from the dildos. I think I saw anger flash in his eyes for a second. He just smiled and said, Of course.
    Well now I get back to the apartment and change into my new panties but before I can come out of my room, he calls to me and tells me to get dressed. He says he wants to take a romantic walk through the park, a couple blocks, down the street.
    I put on some comfy yoga pants, a pink camisole top, and a light button up sweater. He was wearing the same jeans and t-shirt but was carrying a backpack. He said he had some wine and stuff for the walk.
    The park is pretty dark with only a few glowing lamp posts to show the way. At first he is very quiet and cold. I was trying to get him to talk. I was working up a way to tell him that maybe we shouldn't see each other. That's when he started telling me that he wanted to break up with me. I was kind of shocked.
    He said that I was kind of a prude and that I was very inexperienced and didn't like trying new things.
    That kind of hurt my feelings. I couldn't help it if I was not into weird stuff. I told him I wasn't a prude and that I've done plenty of kinky shit. Just not with him.
    I guess he took it as a challenge because he kept asking for details. It was kind of amusing trying to make up the things that I've never done. I could tell he was really getting turned on.
    He led the way to the playground area. We were drinking wine on the merry-go-round. I didn't realize he had brought multiple bottles, but we were on our second one when we started making out. In between shoving his tongue down my throat, he wanted more details and about the kinkiest place I'd ever had sex. I thought it was harmless so I told him I'd had sex in a parking lot while several strangers watched. He was suddenly all over me. He was starting to get really rough. He held my arms above my head while his free hand was pulling down my pants and rubbing me raw. I told him to take it easy. He stopped and then started pouting. I told him that if we went back to the apartment, I'd had a surprise for him, there.
    Still on top of me, he reached into his backpack. He pulled out a blindfold and said that if I wore it for a short time, he would stop with all of the kinky shit and we could make have a little fun, right there. What could it hurt? So okay, I could have a little fun. On with the blindfold and then we started making out again. It was kind of fun until he clicked on the handcuffs. At first, I thought they were the ones I bought earlier, but they weren't. They hurt my wrists. I thought he was joking so I was laughing and giggling until he pulled down my yoga pants.
    He was very cold, almost as cold as the bare metal on my naked ass cheeks. He unbuttoned my sweater and pulled up my top. I wasn't wearing a bra. I was really scared now. How did I get into this kind of mess? I was also getting really pissed. I was talking to him, telling him to let me out. He took off my shoes and then my socks. Why my socks? Then he stuck one in my mouth. He said that I could finally shut up. He warned me that he was going to leave me like this and he knew that I was going to break up with him. I was shaking my head and still trying to talk to him. He wasn't talking. He was pinching both my nipples. When they were good and sore (hard as fuck) he moved down to my pussy. He started jamming the wine bottle neck into my tight little hole. He kept saying shit like, "That's right, take it all you fucking little Mexican whore!" I was getting bottle fucked on the merry-go-round! Without seeing, I could tell he was jacking himself off. This guy was a sick son of a bitch.
    Then it was over. He came all over on my belly. I was holding my breath until he unlocked the handcuffs. I let out a sigh of relief until he locked my arms apart on each bar. My legs were still free so I started kicking out. He must have been planning for this because he strapped them down with a click.
    This is where it gets out of hand. I thought he may have his way with me but I never thought that he was this depraved. It felt like hours, but it was actually only minutes. Everything was quiet for a time and then I heard him talking with a strange man. WTF. Was someone else going to see me naked? As they come closer, I hear him saying, "Of course this is real! No, I'm not a cop. This is my girlfriend. She is very kinky and has been begging me to help her with her r**e fantasy." "What do you mean, why don't I do it?" "It's because she wants me to film it." "If you don't want to, it's okay. We'll get someone else." Then I hear the stranger's voice. He sounds raspy and older. He says, "No. I didn't say that. Oh, damn! She's a sweet little thing." "I'll do it, I'll do it." "Hi there, senorita, my name's Paul." "Do you want me to take it easy with you? I can be really gentle." The asshole tells him, "No, sir. She wants the real thing." "Don't you whore?!" I was shaking my head, furiously.
    All at once he's on me. The sweet smell of body odor, cigarettes and alcohol fills my nostrils. He's sucking on my tits and biting my nipples at the same time. I could tell that he hasn't been with a woman in some time because he's very clumsy. He's either nervous or scarred that he's going to get caught.
    I'm trying to keep from throwing up afraid that I'll choke. Now he's grinding me hard and I can't keep my legs together. I started whimpering. He got nervous then. He even took the sock out of my mouth. I told him to stop. I wanted ..(continue confession)