Lady Rayne’s Revenge
Reunions of any sort can be just so dull. Big yawns all around. If I wanted to see any of those losers, I would have kept in touch. Whatever.
I moved back when I inherited my grandmother’s home. Knowing the event was so close to my home, I thought it would at least be good for a laugh. Would they even recognize me? I was a bit of a computer nerd/goth back then, and maybe a slight bit overweight. How times have changed.
I won’t bore you with the details of the event, as it was. Let’s skip to the part of the night where I get the guy that was the football team captain in my home and drugged.
He wakes up in lovely pink satin lingerie. Isn’t he just adorable! I bring over a hand mirror to show him how perfectly made up he is. He tried to talk, but I shoved a ball gag in his mouth. He tried to get out of the restraints, but I suggested he save his energy for later. He will certainly need it.
My male friends begin to arrive. A few of them had terrible memories of him as well. The funny thing is, as much as he protested, his poor excuse for a cock was hard, and twitching,
Let the games begin!