Girl Humiliates her Boyfriend in order to Dump Him
by WildNorthLondon

This is a fantasy story I concocted together with an evil female friend, of a wickedly cruel girl humiliating her soon to be ex-boyfriend. Hope people enjoy.

All the last few nights, Kim's friends had been egging her on so strongly to end it with Tim this way. It had been her idea, in one of her most wicked moments of imagination, without really seriously thinking she would actually go through with it. But the thought made her feel so excited and devilish, Jane and Cathryn had near squealed with laughter when she mentioned it, and they and the others wouldn't relent on daring her to do it, then tell them all about it. They'd all convinced her that she was perfectly safe – there was no way in the world he was going to dare tell anyone about it if she went ahead – and that it would be such amazing fun, a top way to go out. Furthermore, as Jane told her in a grinning low voice, she'd never need to worry about tiresome lovesick cards and letters with him begging her to give it one more go, gushing about how she transformed his life, which would be a great relief.

Just the previous week, she'd met Guy for the first time, a friend of Jane's who had the most fantastic body, perfectly shaped, firm hips, slender feet accentuated by his classy pointed shoes, and jet black hair, almost Byronesque. Someone who clearly spent a lot of time in the gym sculpting properly, with a slightly arrogant, but charming expression. Kim felt a bit airy and giggly when he started to chat her up a bit, wanting to encourage him on. She started imagining him naked in the changing room, towelling himself after swimming, and her coming up and squeezing his cock, preparing it to go in her…. But she knew she needed to finish properly with Tim first, who bored her mostly now anyway. She could just phone him or even send a text to tell him it was over, he was dumped, or whatever, but somehow that seemed like it wouldn't be sufficient. She could imagine all the texts she would get back, clogging up her phone, all the late night phone calls, the whining, all the things she'd known all too often from other exes she had dumped.

Then she'd been reading around some websites about fantasies, and some of the forums on sex and relationships attached to Cosmo and other of the mags she liked. Some of the women there talking about liking to tie up and sexually dominate their partners, as she'd done a few times with Tim, others talking about practical problems, having to try and hold back wind in bed, and other such embarrassing things. Kim could relate, but then suddenly thought about both these things together and had her most evil thought. She couldn't help herself grinning a lot as she imagined it whilst on the bus; who knows what others around her might have thought she was thinking about.

She couldn't keep this to herself, and had to tell at least Cathryn first, then it came out with the others. And everything led from that, until she determined she was definitely going to do it. From then on, every time she thought about it in anticipation, she felt the most delicious ripples running down her body, and often a throbbing between her legs, leading her to use her rabbit considerably more often than ever. It was a new type of sensation – some words from her friend Ruth kept echoing in her head: 'You will completely humiliate him!', her voice getting more high-pitched and giggly as she said it. Just that very thought made Kim feel so very very bad, but in a way which felt totally irresistible.

But the more she thought about it, she also realised that it would be best planned carefully and executed calmly and methodically, without getting too carried away with the excitement. There would be plenty of time to frig herself silly afterwards (and hopefully have some hot fun with Guy too); this would be most satisfying if she concentrated on making it as focused and devastating for him as possible, an act in which she could take a great pride afterwards.

She decided on Thursday afternoon to do the deed, after which she could go and have a wild night with the girls afterwards. She planned to have a good and thorough late lunch from about 1:30 onwards, then see Tim at 3:30 at her place. There was a Turkish restaurant just round the corner from here where she could be sure of getting the stuff to do the trick. She strode into the place, feeling on top of the world and a bit dizzy with anticipation, and ordered one of their lovely swirling hummus starters, then one of the tender lamb dishes with kidney beans, garlic, chilli and a mixture of carrots and onions, with some of those finely chopped potatoes cooked with a mixture of tomato and spices. There was no hurry and Kim took the time to savour the food, the sort of thing she always adored, but would usually avoid before a date or something – this time was different! Still feeling a bit too high on the adrenalin, she ordered a large glass of Chianti with it all, to steady her nervous energy, not least so as not to give the game away in advance – she needed Tim not to suspect anything and to have his guard down.

Feeling more relaxed and confident after her meal, and able to feel it brewing inside her, Kim wandered back home with a spring in her step to await Tim arriving. It was around 3:15 when she got there, so she didn't have to wait long. He was always early, in that slightly over-eager way you could associate with a puppy, and knocked on the door at 3:25.

She was just wearing a white tee, quite tight blue jeans and knickers, socks and trainers, nothing elaborate or too dressed. She knew she had to feel comfortable and not at all restricted. He was wearing one of his pairs of jeans, a bit tattered, too, with one of those awful short-sleeved white striped shirts he wore far too often. He was in need of a haircut, and could do with shaving better, not to mention flossing a bit more often, but today Kim didn't care about any of this.

She felt naturally extraordinarily hot and sensual now anyhow, in a way that would certainly communicate to him what she wanted, and let his guard down. Despite the fact she was about to dump him, Kim had no problem kissing him full on the lips, in a quite forward way, gripping his and forcing her tongue inside. He was only a few inches taller than her 5'6", so it wasn't as if she had to always be looking upwards to any great degree. It was as if a new type of attraction resulted from what she was planning – just a shame it would inevitably be a one-off (in this case, at least)! She took hold of his wrists moderately firmly as he tried to close his arms around her and, as she had planned and practised, looked him directly in the eyes, kissed him again with teasing soft lips, grinned a little and half-whispered 'I want to be naughty!' Easily taken in, he looked back at her eagerly as she released her right hand and rubbed around his crotch, feeling his cock stiffen inside, kissing him again and whispering even softer 'I want to tie you up and then give you the time of your life!' Tim looked at her as if quite startled by how enthusiastic she was about this.

On various earlier occasions, Kim had tied Tim lightly to the bed for sex, and had rode him in that state. He was always very hard when she did this, which was good, but otherwise it certainly wasn't any great shakes for her. This time she was acting like she had come to love this, which naturally made him more than eager to go ahead. Little did he know of her other plans. She led him to the bedroom firmly, holding one of his wrists, and pushed him down onto the bed gently but with purpose. Then she straddled his chest, with one hand behind her stroking his crotch more, and then opened the handbag still strung over her shoulder, to take out a pair of stockings. Continuing to straddle, somewhat forcefully, she pushed his left wrist up to the head of the bed, which he didn't really resist at all, and looped the stocking around five times around it, then a similar number of times to the bedpost, before tying it in a double reef knot. With eyes bright and wide open, the meaning of which was always going to be misunderstood by him, she then pulled his right wrist to the other bedpost and did the same. This was much tighter and more careful than she had ever tied him before, but he thought this just indicated her enthusiasm for doing it (which it did, but not for the reasons he imagined).

With a strong sense of anticipation, Kim ran her fingertips across Tim's cheeks and then kissed him on the forehead. Then, in a way which appeared to disorient him, she stood up, turned around, and straddled him again, this time facing away from him, her bottom for the first time looming somewhat in the direction of his face. In this position it was easy for her to prise his legs apart, somewhat to his surprise, and pull out another pair of stockings to tie his ankles to the bottom bedposts as well, equally securely. Then she stood right up on the bed, both feet to one side of him now, then turned back to face him, already quite tipsy with the power she had over him, helplessly spread-eagled and more than a little vulnerable.

Both of them were still dressed, though his cock was throbbing in his jeans and she knew her knickers were drenched. She so wanted to give herself some relief down there, but knew she had a task to perform first. So, Kim looked Tim in the eye and gave him a little wink, which seemed to confuse him. She then turned round again, still standing and looming large, and started provocatively to undo the belt on her jeans and slide them down, just to her knee – almost like a girl about to be spanked – and then lowered her wet knickers too, but these in a much more seductive and teasing manner, edging them from left to right and revealing just a little in each motion before eventually sliding them down to meet her jeans.

But then the fun really began. She took a step backwards so her bare bottom lay almost right above his face then started to squat downwards to sit right on it. He made a few noises, nothing coherent, uncomprehending as to what she was doing (having imagined she was simply going to remove his cock and fuck him). When she was in the position, she adjusted it carefully so that his nostrils would be just under her anus, and his mouth able to breathe, her legs arched and with her feet around his thighs so he would be stuck. Then she pressed down and relaxed to put all of her weight on him, at the same time tensing her cheeks to lock him in.

Remembering the many times she'd noticed him leering at girls with especially pert bottoms in tight jeans just made Kim smile and feel another ripple as she sat there with his face locked between her somewhat more ample cheeks. He was now in a completely submissive position, and started to say some muffled things to her: 'Kim, what are you doing?', 'Can you let me go?', 'Don't like this', and so on. She just giggled as she heard them, knowing what was coming, and kept making small adjustments in her position to ensure there was no way he could escape. His face lay where it belonged, under her bottom cheeks, and the ripples were stronger than ever as Kim felt that total power in a way she had never experienced before.

She only had to think about it a bit to make it come; concentration accelerated the brewing of the gas in the lower part of her stomach. Now this was it! Kim braced herself for delivering the ultimate humiliation, and then it started. A loud, completely unladylike, crude fart came out, beginning like an offensive trombone note, continuing for longer than she had imagined (she had clearly made a good choice with what to eat), before the pitch descended to a short low rumbling, then finally a gassy sound to end. Kim couldn't help but imagine someone like Jane or Cathryn watching her (how she wished she'd thought of filming this), and let out the most minx-like giggle. There was no shame here, no compunction about doing it; on the contrary, she wanted it to be as stinking and powerful as possible and as a result maximise his suffering. From the beginning of the fart, Tim's face tensed completely and he tried to pull it away, but could not escape her lock. Feeling his fruitless attempts to get away only added to Kim's sense of complete power, holding him there as the fart went directly up his nose and into his mouth, and he was forced to inhale it completely. Tim pulled hard on his restraints for wrists and ankles, but Kim had secured him well, and he only succeeded in pulling them tighter. There was nothing he could do, he was forced to lay there and take it all, retching, writhing and crying as defeated and humiliated by her powerful fart. Every jerk he made just excited her more, sitting in her queening position, and soon she could feel him crying underneath. Lots of tears, flowing uncontrollably, as she had imagined, and all because of her! She was throbbing so hard between her legs, even more so than when she had frigged many times before in anticipation of doing it, and she could have died to reach for her rabbit right then, but wanted to deliver the coup de grace first.

About a minute after the first mighty fart, she felt another batch of gas coming on, and let out a silent but hot and absolutely stinking one further into Tim's nose and mouth. This time he cried even harder, and was letting out a garbled 'Pleeeasse' under her, which made Kim giggle and throb more. However, she still didn't say anything for a couple more minutes, until he calmed a little (whilst still sobbing), with a type of resignation and complete defeat. Without changing her position or letting him go, she just said 'I'm sorry, but I don't think this relationship is going anywhere. Let's call it a day'. Then she heard him crying yet more, even more than from the second fart, realising how he had been set up and how completely laughable he had become. After waiting another minute or so, she finally released his face and turned round to face him, still tied down, face red and bloated, soaked with tears and stains, as well as covered with snot and drool which he could not control. With the naughtiest expression she could imagine, she moved close to his pathetic face, listening to a few muted whimpers and more tears flowing, and said further to him in a low, intimate, but slightly mocking voice 'I just wanted to be sure you knew what I think of you, and that I mean it – and remember that there's lots of people I can tell about this if I have too!', then gave him another wink and a grin, and kiss on the forehead, before she edged her knickers and jeans back up.

Then Kim reached to quickly undo the four stockings holding him in place. There was no possibility of his reacting in an untoward manner, he was too stunned. Sitting on the bed with crossed legs and an air of authority, Kim just looked him in the eye then moved her gaze towards the door, to indicate to him to leave. Tim got up quickly and scampered towards the door, keen to get out of the place as soon as possible. When he had shut it behind him, Kim went and locked it properly before almost leaping back towards the bed, unable to get her jeans and knickers down again quickly enough. She reached for the rabbit which she'd left just under the bed, set it whirring, and just fucked herself hard with it, her other hand reaching inside her t-shirt to stroke her breasts at the same time. Feeling more sexy and confident than she had ever known, Kim came in no time, as if just a few strokes would make it happen. She lay back and luxuriated but within ten minutes was frigging herself hard once again.

Kim managed a whole five orgasms, all of them powerful, before she decided finally to get changed and go out to see her friends, who would be dying to hear all about it. She had already received texts from both Cathryn and Jane asking if she had gone ahead with it, and simply typed a terse 'Yes' back, leading to about another eight texts each from them, deliriously wanting to know more. They could wait, she would enjoy telling all.

Feeling a complete bitch and loving it, Kim dressed herself elegantly and with finesse for the evening, putting on a low cut black dress with a very short skirt and her best killer heels, after spending a good hour sorting out her hair and make-up. She felt more ostentatious than usually, uninhibited, wanting men to look at her wide-eyed, then she could just flick them away. One thing was for sure – she was determined Tim wouldn't be the last man she humiliated in this way…..