This is my first Kelly story where she has intentionally been cruel to her victim, and out for some type of revenge. I wanted to write a story as if you were reading pages of Kelly's diary. All characters over 18. Enjoy!
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Dear Diary,
My dear Red has left for an investment opportunity for a couple weeks, so I am left to my own devices, with her lady butler/bodyguard. It’s embarrassing, but I’ve been living here a while, and I haven’t learned her name. Apparently, she and Red were a couple, before I came into Red’s life. The friendship endured to the point, that the musclebound brunette was given room and board in exchange for protective, security-type services. She serves the two of us well. I’m not jealous. If Red can tolerate my fetish for ticklish young guys, I have no room to complain. You might wonder, what did Red see in such a sculpted body, when she looks similar in shape to you? Yes, I’m well aware I resemble a blonde Stay-Puft, but I’ve embraced it. I’m proud enough to consider the word ‘Bitch’ a compliment. I sport bikinis both outdoors and in. Even less, when I can get away with it. Anyway... Until a thyroid condition surfaced, Red was as built as her girlfriend. Romantically, now, all Red’s attention is focused on me. Now... I’m not sure what sparks between those two remain, if any... But, if they were to come to me about a threesome...I would NOT turn it down.
Just the other day, ‘Ms. Muscle’ and I decided to hit the beach for a leisurely walk. We were both in thong bikinis. I was enjoying the sun on my skin as I covertly checked out the young male talent. I’m always looking for another cute, legal, boy to make laugh. Maybe spend a whole afternoon sucking on his toes. Up ahead of us, were two such young men watching us approach. As we passed them, I couldn’t help but overhear a bit of their conversation...
‘Dude, the brunette is HOT...’
‘Yeah, but does that blonde cow really think she looks good wearing that? Mooooo...’
‘HAHAHA...’
As we passed them, I couldn’t help but feel stabbed by those words, even though I knew better. I looked back. That guy was skinny as a rail. I could count his ribs. He had no business judging me. We stopped. She looked concerned. Meanwhile, I had an idea. I whispered in her ear. She ran ahead and approached the two young men. She enthusiastically chatted up the skinny one, a couple minutes later, she came back towards me.
‘Okay, Kelly. He thinks we’re going out,’ she chuckled. ‘Twenty years old. He’ll be over tomorrow night.’
I kissed her cheek as a thank-you, and grabbed my phone. I logged onto my favorite swimwear shop, and rush-ordered some special suits for the occasion. As we jogged in the opposite direction, I couldn’t help but think, that I was going to teach this young man a lesson he won’t ever forget!
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By the next evening, the new bikinis arrived, and I was in a walk-in-closet putting one on, as the doorbell rang. My brunette bodyguard, freshly tanned and in a little black dress, opened the door. The young man, barely closing the door behind him, was stunned by her beauty. The poor fool immediately sported the shit-eating-grin that said ‘I’m getting lucky tonight!’ However, her expression was as cold as a stone.
She stared daggers into him. ‘STRIP!’ she commanded. There was no choice. He thought he was getting a sure thing, so he stood nude in damn near record time. Yeah, I could definitely count his ribs from way back in here. She collected his clothes.
Taking his garments towards another room of the house, she prevented him following her.
‘STAY! IN THERE!’ she commanded, pointing to the ballroom area (Yes, Red’s mansion has a ballroom!). Again, he had no choice. He stood there, confused and naked. She would wait for just the right time to return to him. Until then, he waited, until a hand tapped his bare shoulder.
He whirled around, and what he saw hit him like a ton of bricks. Me. Staring him down. Wearing nothing but a string bikini with a black-on-white cow pattern design. I was practically spilling out of it. He was obviously speechless.
‘Surprise!’ I exclaimed happily, then... ‘Oh, yeah... She’s gay. You had no chance,’ His face fell. ‘Lucky for you, I swing BOTH ways. Oh... Do I look more the part now?’ I added, as he stared at what I was wearing.
‘I--I--’ he stammered.
I chuckled. ‘Well, it looks like you still have a raging boner. I guess my body’s not so bad after all. Too bad you had to make fun of it. This COULD have been FUN...’
‘Wha--What...’
Before he could finish his thought, I swept his legs and he hit the floor. I sat on his waist before he could get back up. I immediately dug into his ribs.
‘BWAHAHAHAHA WHAT ARE YOU DO-HOO-HOO-INGGG? HAHAHAHAHA...’
‘Hmm... It feels like I’m playing the piano. I’ve always wanted to get one in here,’ I said, poking and prodding his tender bones. ‘but I suppose you’ll have to do. Coochie-Coochie-Coo!’ He wailed helplessly. At this, my buff brunette re-joined us, the clothes stashed safely away.
‘PLEE-HEE-HEE-HEESSE...GET HER OFF ME-HEE-HEE!’ he pleaded, expecting her to have mercy.
‘You’re pathetic!’ she responded, matter-of-factly.
‘Yeah,’ I added. ‘Maybe next time, watch what you say on a public beach. For now, you’re mine!’
Once he got used to my ministrations, I let up, and looked over, offering her a turn. She nodded. I got up, and we switched, tag-team style. This time, she rolled him onto his tummy, and sat on his back. She lifted his upper body, trapping him into a Camel Clutch type wrestling hold. She forced his head up holding it with her arms, as he stared straight ahead. To his surprise, using her fingernails, she stroked the tender area underneath the chin. He went bonkers.
‘BWAHAHAHAHA STAAHHAPPP!’
I had to laugh out loud. None of my tickle-toy boys liked having their chins played with. But it was a tactic I liked using, as people did it to tease me, growing up. I have a couple of them, of course.
Seizing an opportunity, I got two small feather dusters, and knelt down with them, to play with his nipples. The poor young man was beside himself. I’m sure he’ll definitely watch his tongue in public from now on.
After the double torture, the young man was too exhausted to fight back anything we wanted to do. We kept him lying face down. Sitting on his back, I got my favorite hairbrush ready.
‘You may remember I said ‘This could've been fun?’, well usually these little sessions of mine have...happy endings. But this isn’t a happy occasion. This is a punishment. Punishments usually involve spanking, and that’s what Ol’ Ruby is here for!’ I exclaimed as I smacked the wooden brush against my palm. I could feel his flinch.
‘Nooo... Pleeease...’
*CRACCCKK!* The wood met his flesh.
I ignored him, as I proceeded to redden his bottom. Even my big, tough bodyguard found it hard to watch.
Once his (admittedly) cute butt was sufficiently blistered, I scooted down to his calves. As she covered his soles with spray oil, I went to town on them with the brush. The next hour or so was punctuated by hysterical laughter and pleading, as I scrubbed the oil into his feet, as well as licking off several sweet toppings from them. I finished them off with several games of ‘This Little Piggy’, then, sucking his toes just as well as completely straight women suck...other things...
By this time, he was exhausted, and I was hot. VERY hot. My bikini was getting a splotch or two not from the design. I couldn’t reward his original cruelty with a happy ending to his torture, But my urges couldn’t be ignored either. My muscle-babe saw the hungry look in my eyes. She came over to me, and loosened the strings from my suit, peeling both pieces off. With me still sitting on the poor fool, she crouched down and ate me out. I was satisfied in no time.
Collecting myself, I put my suit back on, making sure I was held in. We gently lifted him up. Enacting the final part of our plan, I held him close to me, joining at my hip. She aimed her phone at us, intending to shoot a video. On her cue, I began...
‘Now,’ I stared at him. ‘Are you going to insult women again, no MATTER whether or not you think they can hear you?’
‘No, ma’am, I swear.’ he responded, defeatedly.
‘I like the ‘ma’am’ part, good boy. Here’s what we want you to do. The next time you encounter a plus-sized woman, you ask them for a date. Even if they’re unavailable, keep trying all the plus-sized ladies you see, until you score a date. Then follow through.’
He gained some insolence back, exclaiming ‘What??’ Hell no!’
Immediately, I stuck a fingernail into his navel, and wiggled with abandon. ‘What was that???’ I pretended to be hard of hearing.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHA...WAIT! HAHAHAHA...I MEAN I WILL I WILL!... HAHAHA...’
‘You will?’ I feigned excitement.
‘HEHEHEHEHE YESSSS I WILL HEHEHEHE...’
‘Good boy!’ I let go. She cut the video off. We had blackmail material if we needed it. He caught his breath. ‘Now, to make sure you keep your promise...’
She produced the bag from the suit shop I ordered from. She showed him the contents that remained. He protested, with many swear words, but we tickled him back to the ground, and wrestled him still. When the dust cleared, he was wearing a simple, small, black string bikini, both halves. As she hoisted him up in a full nelson hold, I shook up a large can of beer, and opened it. He was doused in suds and liquid.
‘There, now you look ridiculous and smell like a brewery. In this college town, no one would believe what just happened. They’d just point you back to the nearest frat house!’ She and I laughed. Then she picked him up and escorted him off our property.
That’s what happened, Dear Diary. I just wanted to share it with you. Wouldn’t it be something if the next big woman he met was Red? That would be a hoot. Too bad he wouldn’t have a chance with her either. Oh, and I can see why Red and her bodyguard were a couple. I can feel myself blushing as I write that. Well, after I finish writing this entry, I think I’ll call up one of my tickle toys. After that adventure, I need to torture a young man who appreciates me. I think I'll wear my new favorite suit, but this time, give my udders some air.
TTFN,
Kelly
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Dear Diary,
My dear Red has left for an investment opportunity for a couple weeks, so I am left to my own devices, with her lady butler/bodyguard. It’s embarrassing, but I’ve been living here a while, and I haven’t learned her name. Apparently, she and Red were a couple, before I came into Red’s life. The friendship endured to the point, that the musclebound brunette was given room and board in exchange for protective, security-type services. She serves the two of us well. I’m not jealous. If Red can tolerate my fetish for ticklish young guys, I have no room to complain. You might wonder, what did Red see in such a sculpted body, when she looks similar in shape to you? Yes, I’m well aware I resemble a blonde Stay-Puft, but I’ve embraced it. I’m proud enough to consider the word ‘Bitch’ a compliment. I sport bikinis both outdoors and in. Even less, when I can get away with it. Anyway... Until a thyroid condition surfaced, Red was as built as her girlfriend. Romantically, now, all Red’s attention is focused on me. Now... I’m not sure what sparks between those two remain, if any... But, if they were to come to me about a threesome...I would NOT turn it down.
Just the other day, ‘Ms. Muscle’ and I decided to hit the beach for a leisurely walk. We were both in thong bikinis. I was enjoying the sun on my skin as I covertly checked out the young male talent. I’m always looking for another cute, legal, boy to make laugh. Maybe spend a whole afternoon sucking on his toes. Up ahead of us, were two such young men watching us approach. As we passed them, I couldn’t help but overhear a bit of their conversation...
‘Dude, the brunette is HOT...’
‘Yeah, but does that blonde cow really think she looks good wearing that? Mooooo...’
‘HAHAHA...’
As we passed them, I couldn’t help but feel stabbed by those words, even though I knew better. I looked back. That guy was skinny as a rail. I could count his ribs. He had no business judging me. We stopped. She looked concerned. Meanwhile, I had an idea. I whispered in her ear. She ran ahead and approached the two young men. She enthusiastically chatted up the skinny one, a couple minutes later, she came back towards me.
‘Okay, Kelly. He thinks we’re going out,’ she chuckled. ‘Twenty years old. He’ll be over tomorrow night.’
I kissed her cheek as a thank-you, and grabbed my phone. I logged onto my favorite swimwear shop, and rush-ordered some special suits for the occasion. As we jogged in the opposite direction, I couldn’t help but think, that I was going to teach this young man a lesson he won’t ever forget!
******
By the next evening, the new bikinis arrived, and I was in a walk-in-closet putting one on, as the doorbell rang. My brunette bodyguard, freshly tanned and in a little black dress, opened the door. The young man, barely closing the door behind him, was stunned by her beauty. The poor fool immediately sported the shit-eating-grin that said ‘I’m getting lucky tonight!’ However, her expression was as cold as a stone.
She stared daggers into him. ‘STRIP!’ she commanded. There was no choice. He thought he was getting a sure thing, so he stood nude in damn near record time. Yeah, I could definitely count his ribs from way back in here. She collected his clothes.
Taking his garments towards another room of the house, she prevented him following her.
‘STAY! IN THERE!’ she commanded, pointing to the ballroom area (Yes, Red’s mansion has a ballroom!). Again, he had no choice. He stood there, confused and naked. She would wait for just the right time to return to him. Until then, he waited, until a hand tapped his bare shoulder.
He whirled around, and what he saw hit him like a ton of bricks. Me. Staring him down. Wearing nothing but a string bikini with a black-on-white cow pattern design. I was practically spilling out of it. He was obviously speechless.
‘Surprise!’ I exclaimed happily, then... ‘Oh, yeah... She’s gay. You had no chance,’ His face fell. ‘Lucky for you, I swing BOTH ways. Oh... Do I look more the part now?’ I added, as he stared at what I was wearing.
‘I--I--’ he stammered.
I chuckled. ‘Well, it looks like you still have a raging boner. I guess my body’s not so bad after all. Too bad you had to make fun of it. This COULD have been FUN...’
‘Wha--What...’
Before he could finish his thought, I swept his legs and he hit the floor. I sat on his waist before he could get back up. I immediately dug into his ribs.
‘BWAHAHAHAHA WHAT ARE YOU DO-HOO-HOO-INGGG? HAHAHAHAHA...’
‘Hmm... It feels like I’m playing the piano. I’ve always wanted to get one in here,’ I said, poking and prodding his tender bones. ‘but I suppose you’ll have to do. Coochie-Coochie-Coo!’ He wailed helplessly. At this, my buff brunette re-joined us, the clothes stashed safely away.
‘PLEE-HEE-HEE-HEESSE...GET HER OFF ME-HEE-HEE!’ he pleaded, expecting her to have mercy.
‘You’re pathetic!’ she responded, matter-of-factly.
‘Yeah,’ I added. ‘Maybe next time, watch what you say on a public beach. For now, you’re mine!’
Once he got used to my ministrations, I let up, and looked over, offering her a turn. She nodded. I got up, and we switched, tag-team style. This time, she rolled him onto his tummy, and sat on his back. She lifted his upper body, trapping him into a Camel Clutch type wrestling hold. She forced his head up holding it with her arms, as he stared straight ahead. To his surprise, using her fingernails, she stroked the tender area underneath the chin. He went bonkers.
‘BWAHAHAHAHA STAAHHAPPP!’
I had to laugh out loud. None of my tickle-toy boys liked having their chins played with. But it was a tactic I liked using, as people did it to tease me, growing up. I have a couple of them, of course.
Seizing an opportunity, I got two small feather dusters, and knelt down with them, to play with his nipples. The poor young man was beside himself. I’m sure he’ll definitely watch his tongue in public from now on.
After the double torture, the young man was too exhausted to fight back anything we wanted to do. We kept him lying face down. Sitting on his back, I got my favorite hairbrush ready.
‘You may remember I said ‘This could've been fun?’, well usually these little sessions of mine have...happy endings. But this isn’t a happy occasion. This is a punishment. Punishments usually involve spanking, and that’s what Ol’ Ruby is here for!’ I exclaimed as I smacked the wooden brush against my palm. I could feel his flinch.
‘Nooo... Pleeease...’
*CRACCCKK!* The wood met his flesh.
I ignored him, as I proceeded to redden his bottom. Even my big, tough bodyguard found it hard to watch.
Once his (admittedly) cute butt was sufficiently blistered, I scooted down to his calves. As she covered his soles with spray oil, I went to town on them with the brush. The next hour or so was punctuated by hysterical laughter and pleading, as I scrubbed the oil into his feet, as well as licking off several sweet toppings from them. I finished them off with several games of ‘This Little Piggy’, then, sucking his toes just as well as completely straight women suck...other things...
By this time, he was exhausted, and I was hot. VERY hot. My bikini was getting a splotch or two not from the design. I couldn’t reward his original cruelty with a happy ending to his torture, But my urges couldn’t be ignored either. My muscle-babe saw the hungry look in my eyes. She came over to me, and loosened the strings from my suit, peeling both pieces off. With me still sitting on the poor fool, she crouched down and ate me out. I was satisfied in no time.
Collecting myself, I put my suit back on, making sure I was held in. We gently lifted him up. Enacting the final part of our plan, I held him close to me, joining at my hip. She aimed her phone at us, intending to shoot a video. On her cue, I began...
‘Now,’ I stared at him. ‘Are you going to insult women again, no MATTER whether or not you think they can hear you?’
‘No, ma’am, I swear.’ he responded, defeatedly.
‘I like the ‘ma’am’ part, good boy. Here’s what we want you to do. The next time you encounter a plus-sized woman, you ask them for a date. Even if they’re unavailable, keep trying all the plus-sized ladies you see, until you score a date. Then follow through.’
He gained some insolence back, exclaiming ‘What??’ Hell no!’
Immediately, I stuck a fingernail into his navel, and wiggled with abandon. ‘What was that???’ I pretended to be hard of hearing.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHA...WAIT! HAHAHAHA...I MEAN I WILL I WILL!... HAHAHA...’
‘You will?’ I feigned excitement.
‘HEHEHEHEHE YESSSS I WILL HEHEHEHE...’
‘Good boy!’ I let go. She cut the video off. We had blackmail material if we needed it. He caught his breath. ‘Now, to make sure you keep your promise...’
She produced the bag from the suit shop I ordered from. She showed him the contents that remained. He protested, with many swear words, but we tickled him back to the ground, and wrestled him still. When the dust cleared, he was wearing a simple, small, black string bikini, both halves. As she hoisted him up in a full nelson hold, I shook up a large can of beer, and opened it. He was doused in suds and liquid.
‘There, now you look ridiculous and smell like a brewery. In this college town, no one would believe what just happened. They’d just point you back to the nearest frat house!’ She and I laughed. Then she picked him up and escorted him off our property.
That’s what happened, Dear Diary. I just wanted to share it with you. Wouldn’t it be something if the next big woman he met was Red? That would be a hoot. Too bad he wouldn’t have a chance with her either. Oh, and I can see why Red and her bodyguard were a couple. I can feel myself blushing as I write that. Well, after I finish writing this entry, I think I’ll call up one of my tickle toys. After that adventure, I need to torture a young man who appreciates me. I think I'll wear my new favorite suit, but this time, give my udders some air.
TTFN,
Kelly
