0 comments/ 55323 views/ 8 favorites Blackmailed Servitude Ch. 01 By: Neast19 I'd like to once thank Bella_Mariposa for an excellent and patient job editing, and for providing helpful & constructive criticism. Please enjoy the story Introduction Brian and Vicky sat in silence as they studied their prey. She was sitting with her back to them at the very corner of the dimly lit bar. She was short, roughly 5"3, with startling red hair which fell just past her shoulder, and small but pert breasts slightly protruding from her chest. Dressed in a knee-length black skirt, a black 3-button jacket and a white blouse through which you could glimpse a blue bra, she looked exactly who she was; an uptown businesswoman. In fact she couldn't look more out of place in this slightly run down, male infested bar. A fact that hadn't got unnoticed by many of the bar's male clientele. "It's time," said Brian, excitement just beginning to creep into his voice. Vicky felt a slight flutter of anticipation in her chest. Ignoring it, she stood up and sashayed her way to the bar, waiting to be served while standing next to the redhead. The bait had been set... Chapter 1 Brian and Vicky first met in their last year of university. Brian was 6", blond, athletic and considered 'hot as fuck' by most of the girls on campus. Where Brian was vibrant and outgoing, Vicky was quiet, slim, clever but extremely sexy in a subtle way. Their relationship grew slowly, as many of the best often do. After being introduced through common friends on a night out, a steady friendship sprung to life, over time progressing to much, much more. After five years together, they married, and at the age of 25 had formed an unbreakable bond based on unyielding trust and love. Together they had experimented with just about everything in bedroom antics, from dabbling in anal and voyeurism to BDSM and sharing each other with friends. Of all their sexual adventures, by far their favourite was dominating submissive women, an activity they enjoyed on a regular basis with a number of women in their area. Therefore, it came as no surprise to Vicky when her husband suggested his latest plan, sitting at their kitchen table after a particularly pleasurable evening spent with a regular slave called Amanda. "I've been thinking V," said Brian, using his pet name for Vicky. "Mmm?" replied Vicky distractedly. "How would you like a live-in slave? A slut we can use whenever we want. It's just I'm tired of constantly having to call our little subs in, and then letting them leave in the morning. I want to own our own little whore!" Vicky considered the idea slowly. She wasn't completely sure she wanted to share her house with another woman. However there was definitely an appeal to it, it would be like owning a walking, talking sex toy! Anyway, if she didn't like it, she could always throw the bitch out; she knew that Brian would respect her decision. "Mmm I like it!" replied Vicky, "But who and how? I've got three or four favourites I couldn't pick between." Brian stood up and moved to stand behind his wife. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he started to massage the top of her back through her morning robe. Leaning forward he let his voice drop to a deeper, huskier tone before replying "Why pick one we've already had? Why not enjoy the fun of breaking one in? They say the new, unwilling subs are always the best. I'll make her into your fuck toy...." Brian's hands moved from the top of his wife's back, moving around her arms and slowly opening the front of her robe. Cupping her breasts in his hands he started to lay kisses in a line up her neck. As Vicky leaned her head to the side exposing more of her neck Brian started to tease her excessively sensitive nipples, tugging and circling them enticingly, causing her to arch her back and moan. He leaned in close to her ear, snaking his tongue out to flick her earlobe as he whispered into her ear. "I've already picked who I want. She's someone I used to know in school, works for a high-class law firm now. She's as uptight as they come and a total bitch, so I'd love to break her with you." The assault on Vicky's nipples was having the desired effect; she could feel juices beginning to leak from her pussy. Purring quietly, she grabbed her husband's hair and pulled him close to her mouth. "I'm in," moaned Vicky. "Take me..." Brian didn't need inviting twice. He picked Vicky up and placed her arms and head on the table, forcing her to bend over and present herself to him. Hitching her robe up to her hips, he exposed her round tight ass and sopping wet pussy. He noted with amusement her lips were soaked and had separated in anticipation, giving him a clear view straight up to her pussy. Shedding his own robe, he took his cock in his hand and used it to slowly stroke the lips of her pussy collecting her juices on his tip. After several minutes of this, Vicky started to squirm, clearly wanting more than the teasing she was getting. Taking the initiative Brian grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her to arch her back as he allowed his cock slide the first inch into her cunt. He held his cock still for several seconds until he heard a whimper escape his wife's mouth then without warning slammed his cock as far as it could reach into her desperate pussy. Vicky's legs bucked as she felt her husband enter her unceremoniously. She pushed backwards, wanting every centimeter of him to fill her. Not allowing Vicky to dictate anything Brian slowed his pace, gliding his cock in and out of her gash with deliberate ease. The message was clear 'I'm in control here and we'll fuck at my pace'. Subdued, Vicky gripped the legs of the table and let Brian have her however he wanted. Still holding her hair Brian started pounding Vicky's pussy harder and harder, while his hand snaked around her waist in search of her clit. She spread her legs wide, giving him easy access to her already engorged bud. He quickly got to work on it, pinching, rubbing, flicking and running his thumb in the little circles he knew made her knees weak. Suddenly he stopped thrusting his cock into her, and held it in as deep as he could force it. At the same time, his fingers increased the ferocity at which they attacked Vicky's clit. 'Shit,' thought Vicky, 'he's going to make me come first!' Moaning and writhing, Vicky started humping backwards onto his cock, feeling her orgasm starting to build. Brian stood there, feeling Vicky fucking herself on his cock while he brought her to orgasm on his fingers. With his other hand, he reached over the table and scooped up some butter onto his finger. Without letting Vicky see it, he bought this to her pink rosebud bobbing up and down above his cock, and started to gently rub it in. Vicky's moans reached a new pitch as Brian eased his forefinger into her tight arsehole, pushing past her sphincter and burying it in as far as it would go. Now when Vicky humped backwards, she was not just fucking herself, but impaling her arse onto a finger. This sensation of being used in both holes was quickly sending Vicky over the edge, causing her to increase her frantic humping. Leaning slightly backward she found that Brian's fingers could penetrate her deeper, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight through the rectum walls to her pussy. Letting out a primal moan, her arse began to contract on Brian's finger as her orgasm began to take her over. She let out an almighty scream of pleasure, her orgasm exploding through her entire body. Brian felt her whole body tense, clamping down onto his cock and fingers as multiple orgasms wracked her body. She came for what seemed like hours, shuddering and writhing on Brian and eventually collapsing over the table. Her legs had given out, as she just lay there, draped in a heap over the table. Brian slowly extracted his finger from her arse with a loud Schluup! Giving Vicky no time to recover from her orgasm, Brian repositioned his cock so that the head was resting on the entrance to her arse. Reaching round her front, he eased the finger he'd just fucked her arse with into her mouth. Still recovering from her earth shattering orgasm, Vicky was in no state to argue and obediently started to suck the juice off his finger, a combination of butter, her own cum and her arse. As she accepted his fingers in her mouth, Brian steadily slid his throbbing rod into her arse. He could feel her moans on his fingers as he buried himself to the hilt in her forbidden hole. Feeling his balls start to tighten, Brian grabbed Vicky's wrists and pinned them behind her back as he quickened his pace, slamming his cock into her gaping hole. Within seconds he came, his cock buried all the way into her ass. Brian withdrew his cock from her arse, leaving her hole gaping and inviting. He could see her contracting her stomach muscles, and soon his cum began to gush from her hole. Kneeling down Brian took the first few drops on his tongue, before burying his face in her arse and scooping out the rest into his mouth. Once he'd collected it all he turned Vicky round and lay her face up on the table. Mounting her, he sat on her hips and leaned over until their faces were in line. Vicky smiled up at him knowing what we wanted, and opened her mouth obediently. Brian opened his mouth and let his cum dribble into her mouth, watching it pool on her tongue. Once all his cum had been transferred he leant forward to passionately kiss her, sharing his cum together. Later that morning in the shower, Vicky turned to face her husband. "So how are we going to get your slut then dear?" she inquired. Brian turned, smiled and replied with a single word "Blackmail." Blackmailed Servitude Ch. 02 I'd first like to once again thank Bella_Mariposa for an excellent and patient job editing, and for providing helpful & constructive criticism. Please enjoy the story Chapter 2 The chosen woman was called Diane. She and Brian knew each other from high school where it would be fair to say they didn't get on. Diane was a terribly spoilt child born into a loveless relationship where true affection was regularly replaced by money and presents. By the time she was 18 she had developed an extremely high opinion of herself, and often thought of herself as superior to everything and everyone. In high school she was considered the 'Queen Bee' of the popular girls; a reputation based on her astonishing good looks, her very rich parents and aloofness. Guys and girls all fawned over her, desperate to be considered among her inner circle. On the other hand Brian was the stud of the year. Girls wanted him, guys wanted to be him. In most cases, this would have resulted in Brian and Diane being the schools star couple, but from the moment they first met they instantly despised each other. Brian often referred to Diane as 'that stuck up bitch' whereas Diane only ever spoke of Brian as 'that jumped up wanker.' Their enmity lasted throughout high school, and only ended when they went their separate ways post-graduation. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Brian and Vicky laid out their plan over the next two weeks. Selecting the form that the blackmail would take lot of careful consideration. Various options were weighed against each other, until all were discarded. Eventually it was Brian who came up with the angle they would exploit. "Her job's her weakness," he stated one afternoon. "She loves wielding power over other people. Threaten her job and she'll crumble." "But how?" queried Vicky. "It's simple," Brian whispered in awe, the idea dawning on him as he spoke. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of this before, it was perfect! "Her law firm's still full of old men with very traditional views. They're probably very keen to knock her back a peg or two. Therefore we threaten to give them the ammunition they need to do that in the form of a PR disaster, and that is where you come in dearest..." The plan ended up being brilliant in its simplicity. Vicky was to seduce Diane into sleeping with her. A public lesbian affair would ruin Diane's career, both at her current firm and any future prospects she may aspire to. For this purpose, a hotel room would be rigged with two camcorders to record the whole incident. Clearly, a fair amount of alcohol would be required to reduce Diane's inhibitions; however Brian was confident Vicky would be able to bag her prize. After a further week of study, the pair had roughly worked out Diane's routine. Most importantly, she frequented a quiet bar every Friday after work to let her hair down and to bathe in the attention of numerous men. This would be their opportunity. This would be when they would take her. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Tall gin and tonic please," said Vicky, sitting down on the bar stool next to Diane's. For the next ten minutes, the women sat in silence, both apparently completely preoccupied in their own worlds. Eventually Vicky leaned over to Diane, and tapped her on the shoulder. "I don't mean to alarm you, but I think that guy over there might be touching himself while watching you," gesturing to balding, overweight man sitting in a corner booth who was suspiciously 'rearranging' himself under the table. "Ugh! How disgusting. Men are such pigs," replied Diane. "You won't hear any argument from me. I'm Vicky by the way." "Hi, I'm Diane." The women moved their stools closer to each other, and descended into easy conversation, as only women can do with strangers. Several G&T's later the girls could have been best friends, as Vicky carefully steered the conversation towards relationships. "My boyfriend just dumped me," she said, stifling a quiet sob. "He said I'd changed. He was no longer 'sexually' attracted to me. He basically thought I was ugly..." "Bastard!" hissed Diane. "Don't believe him Vic, you're gorgeous! Anyway who needs pricks like him? He clearly doesn't deserve you! You're better off without him. In fact, we should celebrate you being free from him! Champagne, my treat!" The two women sat steadily drinking and giggling together until the bar's closing time. However, instead of going their own separate ways Vicky invited a somewhat reluctant Diane to her hotel room. "It's just round the corner, and I really don't want to walk there by myself," begged Vicky. "There's a bottle of wine we could have!" The promise of yet more alcohol swayed the indecisive Diane, so the girls walked back to Vicky's carefully prepared room arm in arm so as to hold each other up. Once in the room Vicky quickly plied Diane with yet more wine, while sitting next to her on the bed. Vicky steered conversation towards men, leading to both women roundly abusing the men in their lives for half an hour. Eventually they were both agreed: all men were dicks. As a lull in conversation arose, Vicky judged the time was perfect. Without warning, she took Diane's hand in hers and put her wine glass down on the bedside table. Not letting go of her hand Vicky pushed Diane backwards onto the bed so that she was lying down. Leaning over Diane, Vicky slowly placed her lips on hers and kissed her lightly. Breaking the kiss Vicky looked down searchingly at clearly confused Diane. "Please," whispered Vicky. "I need someone tonight. I want you. I need you. Let me have you..." Saying this she leaned forward again, once again pressing her lips against Diane's. This time she felt Diane begin to kiss her back, so she slowly opened her mouth and snaked her tongue out searchingly. Diane seemed to melt into the kiss, as her tongue found Vicky's and hungrily began to twist around it. Vicky grabbed the back of Diane's head, and lifted it while still engaging in a serious tongue lock. Through gentle pushing, pulling and persuasion, Vicky positioned Diane so that she was sitting up on the bed with Vicky straddling her lap, legs wrapped around her. Slipping her arms around her neck, Vicky leaned in once more, taking Diane's mouth into hers. Passionately kissing, Vicky slowly maneuvered first Diane's jacket off, then slowly began to unbutton her blouse. With each button popping free, more of Diane's glorious tits were exposed. Her soft mounds of milky heaven were encased in a sea-blue prison of lace, desperate to be released. Throwing the blouse off, Vicky sucked Diane's lower lip into her mouth and bit it lightly as she unhooked the bra, finally letting Diane's tits fall free. These could only be described as tiny mountains of perfection; pert with small but pointy purple nipples. Vicky pushed Diane back onto the bed, and locked her wrists in her hands, holding them above her head. Keeping Diane in this prone position Vicky started to trail kisses down her neck, leaving more than one nip on her path. Eventually Vicky found her way to the top of Diane's mounds, as she slowly lowered her mouth over the nipple. She felt Diane stiffen and she began to run circles around the nub with her tongue, occasionally very lightly nipping it. A moan escaped Diane as Vicky transferred her lips to Diane's other nipple, while keeping up the assault on the first with her fingers. After several minutes of nibbling Diane's nipples Vicky stood up and told her nervous lover to wait. She soon came back with the bucket of ice the wine had been sitting in. Placing a cube of ice in her mouth, she recommenced her assault Diane's nipple. A sharp cry of surprise escaped Diane, as the ice was firmly pressed down on her nipple. The discomfort of the cold was quickly replaced by the amazing warmth of Vicky's tongue, and immediate waves of intense please swept up Diane's body. This mixture of pleasure and slightest pain was repeated time and time again on each of Diane's nipples, driving her into a lustful frenzy. Holding Diane's nipple firmly between her teeth while flicking it ferociously with her tongue, Vicky let her hand drape over Diane's leg, and trail up her thigh on a lazy path. By the time she reached the top of Diane's thigh, she could already feel the warmth emanating from her desperate pussy. Reaching slightly higher she could feel wetness trickling down Diane's inner leg. Finally, reaching the top of her thighs Vicky found sun yellow satin panties, already soaking wet and clinging to Diane's pussy lips. Diane began to pant and writhe in ecstasy as Vicky let her finger hook under the panties and begin to slide up and down her glistening slit. 'She's ready,' thought Vicky. Sitting up so she was once again straddling the lithe body beneath her, Vicky looked down and smiled at Diane. "Trust me baby," she whispered. Saying this she leaned forwards and took both of Diane's wrists in her hands again. This time when she positioned them above Diane's head Vicky used some silk ties she'd placed under the pillows earlier to firmly tie Diane's wrists to the head board. Having bound Diane, Vicky slid down her body, kissing her deeply on her way down. Stopping between her legs Vicky slowly parted them, getting a great view up Diane's skirt. After grabbing a eyeful, she slowly tugged Diane's skirt and panties off in one go, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy. "You horny little bitch!" laughed Vicky. As she scooped a finger inside the crotch of Diane's panties collecting the clear liquid collecting there. Smiling, she bought the finger to her mouth, tasting Diane's juices on her tongue. "Mmm," moaned Vicky. "Delicious! You have to try some!" Before she could protest, Vicky had scooped up more dampness from the panties, and placed the finger into Diane's mouth. At first, Diane looked shocked and angry, but the thought of tasting herself obviously turned her on as she quickly began lapping her juices off Vicky's finger in earnest. "Mmm," whispered Vicky. "Good girl! Now for your reward!" Vicky lay back down on her stomach, with her face right in front of Diane's dripping crotch. With deliberate ease, Vicky peeled Diane's lips apart with her fingers, exposing her little pink love hole. Slowly Vicky inserted first one, then two fingers into this hole. Diane was so wet, Vicky's fingers slid easily in causing Diane to gasp in shock. Vicky curled her fingers upwards and slowly began to rub Diane's G-spot, while gazing up to gauge Diane's reaction. Diane had closed her eyes and arched her back, gripping the bonds on her wrists to stop herself from crying out. However nothing could stop Diane squealing in pleasure as she felt Vicky's lip's descend onto her clit as her fingers continued to grind inside her. Vicky began to flick her tongue over Diane's clit, causing Diane to gasp with every slightest contact. After several minutes of building Diane's orgasm up, Vicky changed tactics and clamper her lips around the clit, and began to furiously pummel it with her tongue. This caused Diane to writhe and try to pull away, her pleasure very suddenly changing to pain. Finally stopping her assault on the clit, Vicky left her lips clamped around it and began to delicately suck on it. The sudden return of incredible pleasure on the now very delicate clit, as well as Vicky's fingers now steadily fucking Diane's pussy, had an immediate effect on Diane. Clamping Vicky's head between her thighs she began to hump her hips forward, grinding her pussy harder into Vicky's face. Her head rolling from side to side in delirious pleasure, she began to scream. "Yes! Ohhhh yes! Come on baby! Fuck me! Fuuuckkk meeee! Yes! Yes! YEEEESSSS! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Vicky redoubled her efforts on Diane's clit, lapping at it with all the speed she could muster. At the same time she began ramming her fingers into Diane's desperate cunt, forcing them deeper each time. Suddenly Diane's body went taught, as first drop of orgasm was spilt through her body. "I'M COMING! IM COOOOMING!" screamed Diane, clamping Vicky's face to her pussy with legs as she bucked and writhed under her tongue. The orgasm grew in ferocity, as wave after wave of pleasure rode through Diane's body. She picked her hips off the bed and slammed her pussy onto Vicky's fingers as the last wracks of pleasure swept through her destroyed body. "Mmmmmmmm! Stop. Stop! I can't take any more," moaned Diane, as Vicky was still lazily swirling her clit with her tongue. Vicky giggled as she sat up and looked at the now truly spent Diane. "Enjoy that did you?" Vicky whispered. Diane could only moan in response, still coming down from her orgasm. "Good!" replied Vicky, "Cause it's my turn now!" Before Diane could open her eyes, Vicky was positioning herself over her. She stood up and placed her legs either side of Diane's head, facing down her body. She quickly stripped off her clothes, so that when Diane finally opened her eyes she was staring up at a Vicky's patiently waiting pussy. Without further ado, Vicky sunk onto all fours, positioning her pussy just in front of Diane's face. It was close enough that Diane could smell Vicky's scent wafting through the air. "I've never done this," said Diane, clearly feeling nervous and uncomfortable. "Please..." whispered Vicky. "I need this!" She sounded so desperate that the intoxicated Diane couldn't help herself. Slowly she leaned forward and let her tongue trail along Vicky's gash. Vicky moaned and began to squirm as Diane's tongue explored this experience. With long, thoughtful licks Diane's tongue dived into every crevice and fold of Vicky's dripping cunt. Strangely Diane seemed to be enjoying herself as much as Vicky was, her tongue probing this hitherto forbidden place. With growing confidence Diane focused her attention on Vicky's pink hole. With deliberate ease so as to savor every moment of the intrusion, she let her tongue push its way into Vicky's hole. Vicky let out a deep groan as Diane curved her tongue into a circle, and then bobbing her head up and down began to fuck her little tight hole. After several minutes of this Diane's neck began to feel sore, so she changed tact and began to nibble around Vicky's clit. "Yes! There! Lick me there!" moaned Vicky, involuntarily leaning backwards so that she now sat on Diane's face. Diane now desperately focused her attention on Vicky's clit, her bound hands rendering her helpless. She nibbled, pulled and circled Vicky's clit with her tongue, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. As the speed at which Diane's tongue flicked over her clit increased, Vicky couldn't help but begin to hump backwards onto Diane's face, abusing her mouth. Feeling Vicky's legs tighten around her head Diane knew her work was nearly done and her goddess was about to come. She held her tongue out, slightly curved so that Vicky rode her way to a body-shattering orgasm. She held Diane's head in her hands as she came explosively, rocking back and forth on Diane's willing tongue. Diane was surprised as clear liquid started pouring from Vicky's pussy, forcing Diane's mouth to open again and swallow it. After several minutes, Vicky climbed off Diane and untied her hands. "Thank you," whispered Vicky, as leaned over the spent body. "You were amazing!" "Thank you," murmured Diane, tiredness overcoming her fragile figure. The girls didn't talk again that evening. Eventually they fell asleep in an exhausted, lustful heap. They lay the whole night in each other's arms, Diane wrapped around Vicky with her hands lightly resting over Vicky's breasts. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Diane woke up with a splitting headache. She appeared to be naked, wrapped around the girl she had met last night. 'Fuck! What have I done!' thought Diane, as the memories of last night flooded back. It had been...amazing! But completely wrong and forbidden! She had to leave now, before things got any worse or more embarrassing. Diane got up quietly, and dressed as silently as she could. Picking up her shoes, she tiptoed out of the room, leaving Vicky presumably still asleep. Vicky opened her eyes and smiled as she heard the door shut. The trap had been sprung... Blackmailed Servitude Ch. 03 I'd first like to once again thank Bella_Mariposa for an excellent and patient job editing, and for providing helpful & constructive criticism. Please enjoy the story Chapter 3 A week had passed since 'The Incident' as Diane liked to think of it. Despite hating herself for it, Diane couldn't help but think about it every day since she'd woken up next to Vicky. How could she have done it? She wasn't a dyke! She wasn't some sort of drunk whore! But that orgasm! Forcing Vicky's tongue deeper inside her, as she howled in ecstasy. Bucking and writing, gripping the ropes she'd been tied down with! She'd never cum like that with a man, christ, never even by herself! Diane couldn't help but get turned on remembering her drunken escapade, even being forced to eat Vicky's pussy made her own pussy tingle and begin to drip. Even now, a week later, Diane walked around with pretty much a permanent wet spot in the centre of her panties. Sitting at her large (and very expensive), original oak desk in her private office, Diane was back to fantasizing about her night with Vicky. Leaning back in her chair, she let her tight little black skirt rise up baby smooth legs, revealing a tiny triangle of purple, lacy panties. Separating her legs slightly, Diane traced a forefinger up her thighs, stopping it when it reached the wetness spreading in her pants. 'Eat me bitch!' thought Diane, picturing riding a tied-down Vicky instead of how it had actually occurred on Friday. Imagining gripping Vicky's hair as she forcibly rode her face, Diane hooked a finger under her now sodden panties and delicately slid a finger into her slick hole. It slipped in easily, as it always did these days, and soon Diane was pumping fingers into her pussy as she relived the events of last Friday. Feeling her orgasm starting to build she pushed her panties round her ankle's, pulled her fingers from her pussy, and started furiously rubbing her clit. "Oooh. Mmmm. Fuuuuuuck!" whispered Diane, as she whipped her fingers furiously over her nub. Gripping the arm of the chair she came hard, letting out a quickly stifled groan. Suddenly there was a knock on her office door. "Post, Miss Sanders," called Ted, one of the companies secretaries. Without waiting for an invitation, Ted strode in. Diane quickly tried to compose herself, acutely aware how flushed she appeared and that behind her desk her panties were still round her ankles. "Just need you to sign here Miss," said Ted. "Reckon you should get maintenance in as well, smell's a little musky." Blushing, with juices still leaking from her pussy, Vicky leaned over and signed the clipboard-bound receipt, receiving a large slim envelope on completion. "Thank you Ted, you can leave now," dismissed Vicky. "Shut the door, and next time wait for permission before you come in!" Once the now contrite Ted have left, Diane studied the envelope. There was no indication of what it contained or where it had been sent from. In fact everything about the envelope screamed anonymity. Perplexed, Diane ripped the end of the envelope and tipped it up, causing the contents to spill over desk. Diane gasped, shocked by what her eyes were seeing. Standing, she quickly strode to the door and locked it. Returning to her chair, she began to rummage through the contents of the envelope. Immediately her eyes were drawn to the three large photos on her desk. The first showed her sitting on a bed, a woman straddling her and the pair passionately kissing. The second photo was even more damning, it showed Diane naked with her wrists bound, clearly enjoying the attention of the other woman's head, positioned between her legs. Her back was arched in a way that could only dictate extreme pleasure. The third photo was even worse; depicting a still bound Diane's face being ridden by the other woman. Looking closely Diane could see the gap between the woman's pussy and her face was being bridged by a very willing tongue. Clearly all these photo's came from Friday night. 'Shit! Fuck! Fuck!! How...? Bitch!' thought Diane, panic beginning to set in. Still the torment was over for Diane. Also contained in the envelope was a CD with a big white label stuck onto it. Ominously the label read 'WATCH ME'. Trepidation marking every movement, Diane slowly slid the disc into her laptop. Having loaded up, Windows Media Player opened and a movie began to play. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" "Yes! Ohhhh yes! Come on baby! Fuck me! Fuuuckkk meeee! Yes! Yes! YEEEESSSS! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Diane slammed the screen of her laptop down, cutting off the clip of her delirious orgasm, brought about by Vicky's tongue. Tears beginning to well in the corners of her eyes, she finally read the note that had fallen free from the rest. 'Dear Diane, You've been a very naughty girl haven't you? Who, among your colleagues, knows you're a pussy-lapping dyke? How many know how much you love having someone ride your face? Who would want to know, or importantly what would happen if they did know? I feel the consequences to your career would be dire. I'd like you to meet me in the bar where you met the woman last Friday at 8 o'clock sharp. Dress sexy, something short and seductive, however I've provided some special panties for you to wear. Make sure you wear them. Failure to be at the bar, or to meet the stipulations stated above will result in me sending all photos and videos to everyone in your company. Do not try me. B & V Shell-shocked, Diane sat in silence for several minutes. 'Bastard! Who is he? Or she? Fuck! How have I let this happen! I could be ruined, shit! I am ruined!' thoughts ran through Diane's head quicker they she could register. Trying to calm herself Diane tried to think her way out of this dilemma. She soon realised she'd have to meet 'B&V', but she was certain she could bully, coerce, bribe or maybe even force them to hand over all copies of that movie. 'Yes,' she thought, 'I can handle this tonight, and tomorrow everything will be back to normal!' Finally stirring from her stupor, a comment made in the note suddenly hit her. 'I've provided some special panties for you to wear...' Rummaging around her desk, she found the aforementioned panties. At a first glance they appeared fairly normal, a sheer black thong with a somewhat transparent lacey triangle on front, which Diane supposed was to try and maintain some sort of modesty. However, upon closer inspection Diane noticed a small pocket hidden in the lacey triangle. Poking out of this pocket where two small plastic objects, slightly curved, which Diane immediately associated with a rabbits ears. With a feeling of dread, Diane realised the purpose of these 'ears'. When the panties were on properly these 'ears' would be firmly nestled – right on top of her clit. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ After several glasses of wine to steel her, Diane finally chose her outfit for the evening. She'd selected a short, white, patterned skirt, which only just reached her mid-thigh region. On top of this she'd selected a black lacey bra, to go with those abominable panties, and a V-cut white halter on top. She realised you could clearly see her black bra through her blouse, but the message had been clear and she thought she definitely fulfilled the 'sexy' requirement. Finally, after putting it off until the very last moment, Diane slipped on the prescribed panties and pulled them up under her skirt. Shifting a bit she managed to get the 'ears' comfortable, one sitting either side of her clit slightly squeezing it between them. Doing a little test walk, she found that walking forced the ears rub up and down her clit, and within second's her body started betraying her – her clit swelling in response. With time running out, Diane resigned herself to a awful evening. She locked up and set off for the bar. Brian and Vicky were sitting in a corner booth of the bar, providing them as much privacy as possible in a place like this. They'd arrived an hour earlier than the set time, ensuring control of the situation however it might evolve. Predictably, Diane arrived at eight o'clock on the dot, and after a brief scan of the bar, recognized Vicky sitting next to her husband. With a face like thunder, Diane stormed over, pointing at Vicky. "You bitch! You little cunt! How dare you! I'm not going to submit to the whims of a disgusting little dyke like you! I'm going to destroy you! I'll..." Interrupting Diane, Brian leaned forward so that the light now shone on his face and smiled up at Diane. "Hi there Diane, how you doing?" "Brian! You!" spluttered Diane. "You're behind this?! I thought there had to be a sick perverted mind behind this but I never figured you'd dare! You bastard! I'm going to fucking..." "Enough!" growled Brian. "Need I remind you why you're here? What I can do to you? Now sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up!" Vicky smirked, as if anything, Diane looked more pissed off. On the verge of shouting more abuse, Diane appeared to appraise her situation and contritely sat down opposite the couple. "Good girl," praised Brian, causing another flash of irritation to streak across Diane's face. "Now that you've calmed down a bit, let me explain your situation, what you're going to do and why you're going to do it," continued Brian. "As of the moment you slept with my beautiful wife you have become our slave. I'm not going to insult your intelligence by getting you to sign your life away or anything daft like that, but for the next year you will be ours to do with what we will. You have my promise that after a year you will be released..." "Hang the fuck on!" interrupted Diane, attempting to regain control of the situation. CRACK! 'Owww!" Diane suddenly yelped, jumping in her chair as seemingly something had stung. "What the fuck!" breathed Diane, followed by another CRACK! A slightly louder yelp escaped Diane, as once again she jumped, her pussy on fire. "I didn't give you permission to interrupt slut," smiled Brian. "Those panties you so obediently have on can bring a lot of pain if Vicky decides to dish it out." As if on cue, Vicky raised her hand to show what appeared to be some sort of remote control in it. On this control were two buttons, one marked 'Pleasure' and the other marked 'Pain'. As if to prove the point, Vicky let her finger fall with exaggerated slowness on the 'Pain' button, holding it down for several seconds. Pain shot through Diane's clit, as a large jolt of electricity shot between the 'ears' nestled around her clit. It felt as if thousands of wasp's were repeatedly stinging her most private of areas, causing Diane to kick and thrash in silent agony. Tears sprung to her eyes as she desperately begged Vicky to stop. Pausing another second for good measure Vicky finally released the button, allowing Diane to stop her painful dance. Cupping Diane's face in her hands Vicky caressed it gently while whispering into her ear. "I don't want to hurt you my dear," she promised. "You have to know it's for your own good. Now hush and listen to Brian. There we go, good girl." Diane kept her eyes downcast as she attempted to collect herself while Brian continued his dialogue. "As I was saying, you will our slave for one year. Just the one. During that year, you will move in and live in our house. You will perform any and every task we give you without question. You will obey all rules we set without question. If either of us feel you are not performing to your upmost at all time, videos and photos will be released to key figures within your law firm. I'll promise you two things. Firstly we'll never cause pain in spite or in anger, and we'll never cause permanent damage to any part of you. Secondly I'll promise you that eventually you will enjoy your year with us. It might not look that way now, but trust me. So Diane, it's time to decide. Be our slave, or ruin your career, which will it be?" "Fuck you! You can't blackmail me like this! This is disgusting and...." The couple never found out what else it was, as Diane was once again thrashing at the hips, pain shooting through her abdomen. This time Vicky kept her finger firmly pressed on the button for over a minute, reducing Diane to a sobbing heap. ~I'll ask again," said Brian. "Which will it be?" "Screw you...." The next minutes were a haze of pain for Diane. It felt like someone was rolling hot coals over her pussy. Eventually Diane was begging Vicky to stop the pain, groveling pathetically. Finally Vicky relented again. "Don't try me a third time Di," whispered Brian. Numb and dejected, Diane attempted to think of a way out of her predicament. Seconds ticked by as Diane's mind scrambled for something, anything that would get her out of agreeing to this. The fading pain in her slit served as a clear reminder that the pair meant every word they said, and Diane had no doubt they'd release their evidence. Resignation settling over Diane's mind, she dared not look up as she uttered the response that would change her life forever. "I'll do it." Brian and Vicky beamed at each other, delight sparkling in their eyes. "Excellent!" squealed Vicky. "Now the rules. Look at me when I'm talking to you!" gripping Diane's chin and forcing eye contact. Vicky's voice changed to a lower, domineering tone as she lay the law down. "There are golden rule's you'll always abide to Di. First, I will be called Miss or Madam, Brian will be called Sir or Master, is that clear?" "Yes...Miss," whispered Diane, hating the words escaping her mouth. She desperately wanted to tear her eyes away from Vicky's, to hide her shame, but daren't. "Good," smiled Vicky. "The second rule is that your pussy is no longer yours. We own it, it's ours. You will NOT touch your pussy without permission. You will NOT cum without permission. Is that also clear dear?" Horrified, Diane could only meekly nod her acceptance. "Excellent!" repeated Vicky. Glancing at Brian, she received the slightest of nods, the signal to continue taking the lead. "Right darling, it's time for your first test. You're going to cum for us, right now, in the middle of the bar." Started Diane looked up, physically shaken out of her subdued submission. "But there are people around! They might see! I can't..." CRAAACK! Diane yelled and squirmed as Vicky sent another jolt of electricity straight through Diane's pussy. "Argghhhhh! Im sorry! Im sorry miss! Please...Arghhhh!... Miss!" begged Diane, as Vicky relented and released the button. "Now then Di," intoned Vicky. "Tell us the last time you touched yourself." Panting heavily from the shock, Diane hesitantly replied. "This morning miss. I was in my office." "Details..." hissed Vicky impatiently, her finger hovering over the 'Pain' button again. Diane scrambled to reply as quickly as possible, without time to fabricate a story she related her episode in the office. "I was sitting at my desk! My panties were soaking wet and I was desperately horny miss, so I had to finger myself." Diane could scarcely believe the vulgarity spilling from her mouth. "I imagined riding your face miss, and cumming on your face. To make myself cum I took my panties down and rubbed my clit until I climaxed!" "You dirty slut!" laughed Brian. "Now that wasn't that hard was it Di? When you behave, you get treated like a good girl. Reward the slut please V." Suddenly Diane felt a new feeling around her clit. Instead of delivering a sharp jolt of pain, the prongs now began to vibrate around her clit. The previous shocks had made her clit incredibly sensitive, and the sudden change caused streaks of pleasure to shoot through her body. The vibrations began to swirl through her pussy like ripples on water, causing her to gasp and moan in pleasure. Glancing at Vicky, she saw the pleasure button was now firmly pressed down. "They say that a little bit of pain greatly enhances pleasure," smirked Brian, obviously noting her reaction. Unbelievably her traitorous pussy began to respond to the vibrations, dampness spreading through her panties. Just as Diane was beginning to regain control of herself, the vibrations began to increase in intensity. Wave after wave of intense pleasure now rode through Diane's whole body, causing her to pant and groan like a dog. Diane had never owned a vibrator in her life. She'd never thought she needed one, but squirming in the booth to the pleasure of her new Master and Mistress she began to seriously rethink that decision. She'd never felt an orgasm build so quickly. She blushed, realizing that the couple would force her to cum for their amusement. Feeling the dam holding back her orgasm begin to crumble, Diane leaned back and closed her eyes, ready for the most intense orgasm of her life...CRACK! "ARGGHHHHH!" screamed Diane, the single shock of pain completely killing her orgasm. Squirming and humping the air, Diane shamelessly tried to push herself over the edge, but to no avail. Defeated, Diane slumped back into her seat, her denial seemingly draining her. "You didn't ask if you could cum slut," warned Vicky. "I was quite clear in the rules. Either way sluts earn their orgasms. Do you think you've earned the right to cum yet slut?" "No miss," responded Diane, meekly. "Would you like to earn an orgasm Di?" smiled Vicky, knowing what the response would be. "Yes. Please miss!" replied Diane, disgusted with herself. What had happened? How had she been so easily transformed into this obedient little slut? At this point she didn't care, all she wanted was that world-shattering orgasm she'd been denied. "You can cum my dear, once your Master has cum. His pleasure must always come first. I want you to take out his cock under the table. Massage it, rub it and jerk it but most of all make it cum," whispered Vicky. While setting out these instructions she turned the vibrator back on, but keeping it to its lowest setting. Blissfully, Diane felt the vibrations return to her clit, but nowhere near their previous intensity. If anything this was even worse than no vibrations, now she could feel her orgasm building yet it remained just beyond her reach! Desperately Diane scooted across the booth, resigning herself to her fate. Brian leaned back allowing Diane easy access. With alarming speed Diane had unzipped Brian's trousers, unbuttoned his boxers and fished out his growing cock. Diane was surprised by the size of it, still growing it must already be 7" and far thicker than anything she'd seen before. She felt Brian's cock grow in her hand, hardening and beginning to twitch in anticipation. Slowly, hardly believing she was actually doing this, Diane began to glide her hand up and down Brian's cock, feeling ever wrinkle, bump and vein up his shaft. "Look at me when you touch me," commanded Brian. Diane obediently raised her eyes to gaze into his as she continued massaging his cock. Feeling pre-cum beginning to leak from Brian's cock, Diane began to run her thumb over the head of his cock on each stroke, spreading the cum. Seeing Brian close his eyes clearly enjoying himself, Diane began to pump his cock faster occasionally gently squeezing his head for several second before resuming her stroking. As she continued working on Brian's cock , Diane felt the Vibrations begin to build up again around her clit. Doggedly continuing to give her best possible handjob, she felt her own orgasm building in the very depths of her pussy. "Play with my balls with your other hand," moaned Brian. Past the point of even questioning anymore Diane reached around with her right hand and gently clasped his balls while tugging on his cock. "Now beg me to be allowed to cum" Still looking him in the eye Diane pleaded for her orgasm. Later she couldn't explain how she had become so compliant, yet her desperate need to come drove all other thoughts straight out of her head. Blackmailed Servitude Ch. 03 "Please Sir! Please let me come! I'm your slut, I'll do anything, and I'll be anything you want me to be!" The vibrations were once again coursing through Diane's cunt. The waves of pleasure once again rolled through her body, making her toes curl and her fingers tighten around Brian's cock. The pair were past talking now, both reduced to moaning and panting as each neared their orgasm. Feeling herself on the brink. Clamping down her vaginal muscles, Diane dared not cum before her master. Knowing she couldn't hold herself for long, she started pumping Brian's cock for all she was worth, squeezing his balls and rubbing the sensitive fold of skin just beneath his head. Without warning, Brian let out a deep, primal groan. Diane felt his cock spasm underneath her hand, his balls tighten as he raised himself slightly off the chair. Diane couldn't hold herself any longer. She screamed as the dam inside her burst and her orgasm flooded through her body. Waves and waves of orgasm tore through her body, ripping her apart. Hand tightening on Brian's cock, Diane didn't even feel the splatter of cum hitting her hand as a second orgasm burst through her body. Her small frame convulsed as the pent up orgasm drove sanity from her mind, leaving a burnt out husk writhing in its wake. Diane couldn't even hear herself swearing, panting, screaming and most embarrassingly pouring gratitude to the couple who'd made her cum like this. When Vicky finally turned the vibrator off Diane could do nothing but collapse forward on to the table as her sense flooded back to her. Here she was left for several minutes, recovering herself as Brian cleaned first himself and then the table where his cum had landed. "Sort yourself out dear!" commented Vicky, clearly thinking Diane was now over-egging her recovery. Pulling herself together, she slowly raised her head, and was greeted by a raucous applause. Confused she looked round, seeing that the whole bar had gathered around the table, and had just witnessed the degradation of her orgasm. Blushing furiously Diane tried to hide her face in her hands. "Thank the kind people for watching slut!" said Vicky, smiling wickedly. Feeling she'd rather die than show her face again, Diane slowly peeled her hands from her cheeks and stared at the crowd again. Feeling the deepest contempt for herself, she quietly mumbled to the amused group of men. "Thank you for watching." "Good girl," praised Brian. "Now I think we'd better go home, you looked wrecked." The couple stood and proceeded to make their way out of the bar. Still struggling with her situation, Diane slowly stood and began to follow the couple meekly to their car. She couldn't comprehend how in the space of a day she had gone from a confident assured woman, to some spineless, cowering slut. If this is what happened on Day 1, how could she possible handle a whole year? Blackmailed Servitude Ch. 04 Diane woke slowly, darkness slowly giving way to an unfamiliar room. Her eyes roaming the room in confusion, she attempted to recall how she'd ended up here. Like an explosion erupting in her head, the memories of the previous night flooded back. Her face burning in anger, she recalled meeting Brian and Vicky in the bar and those damn panties that had caused her such pain and forced her to submit. With increasing embarrassment and disbelief she remembered the pleasure she'd felt after finally submitting and the intense waves of joy the vibrator forced through her body, riding through her uninvited. Worse of all she remembered begging to be allowed to come, Brian's cock twitching in her hand, and her disgusting gratitude when finally he came and she was allowed her the most incredible orgasm of her life. 'What the fuck happened to me!' thought Diane, disgusted with the previous night's antics. 'Clearly I lost my mind, probably due to those bastards electrocuting my clit all night!' Diane lay back onto the bed and thought back carefully to the events that had led to her being in this room. After half an hour of serious evaluation, she had drawn her conclusions. Clearly, she'd only be acting in the purest form of self-preservation. She couldn't be held accountable for her actions; the fuckers had pretty much tortured her for their amusement! She hadn't wanted to cum like that; she'd only been trying to please her tormentors. Like some fucked up variation of the Stockholm Syndrome. 'Things are going to change!' decided Diane. 'They can't hold me here against my will, and they definitely can't force me to do anything I don't want to. Fuck these two; it's time to get a grip Diane!' Full of resolve, Diane stood up and properly examined her surroundings. She was in a spacious room, with a large bay window overlooking a large garden. The room was sparely decorated, a few paintings garnished the walls, and a few pieces of furniture such as a desk, drawers and a small table were scattered throughout the room. All in all it was a very normal looking guest room, definitely not the room she'd expected to be given from the sadistic, depraved couple. Looking at the door, she noticed something hanging from it. Moving forward for a closer inspection, Diane found an outfit had been prepared for her with a note reading: "Morning Diane, We are most likely enjoying breakfast by the time you've woken up. Put on the provided outfit and join us. Master & Mistress" 'Fuck that!' thought Diane, deciding it was time to make her stand. Looking around the room, she spotted her clothes from last night folded up on a chair by her bed. Smiling in relief, she slipped on her white skirt, black bra and her white blouse. The black lacey panties she left on the chair, better to wear no panties then those awful things! Checking her appearance in the mirror and finding it acceptable she began to feel in much better control of her situation. Diane left the room and looked around. Noticing some stairs on her left, and figuring that the kitchen would be downstairs, she headed down them. Hearing voices to her right, Diane figured that was where the kitchen was located and headed towards it. Stopping just outside an open door Diane paused, steeling herself for the upcoming confrontation. 'I'm a strong, independent woman,' chanted Diane in her head. 'I will not do anything that I don't want to. I am in control.' Taking a deep breath, Diane rounded the corner and sauntered into the kitchen, attempting to radiate confidence. Brian and Vicky were sitting at the end of a long oak kitchen table, talking amiably. A quick sweep of the kitchen revealed it to be traditionalist in every way, with lots of wooden counters, large cupboards and a general sense of openness & homeliness. Not waiting to be noticed, Diane strode forward and sat down on the opposite end of the table. Glaring at the couple ignoring her she grabbed some toast and began to butter it, daring them to make comment. Still the pair wouldn't look up from their discussion, both completely immersed in each other. Finally, not being able to bear being ignored any longer, Diane spoke up. "Look," started Diane. "We need to discuss what's going to happen. Clearly yesterday was a mistake. Something I'm sure we both feel bad about. So here's what I suggest. From today we both go our separate ways, and never see each other again. I promise I won't press any sort of charges against you. I think that's more than fair..." Diane trailed off, realizing that the couple was completely ignoring her. "Oi!" shouted Diane, attempting to grab their attention. "I'm trying to be reasonable here!" Finally, Brian and Vicky appeared to realize they weren't alone in the room. Looking up at Diane together, a triumphant look shot across Brian's face as he smirked at Vicky. "Yes, yes Brian," said Vicky. "You were right." Smiling broadly, Brian looked back at Diane. "Did you not see the note Di?" he asked innocently. Feeling anger rising within her Diane replied with hostility. "Of course I saw the fucking note! Then I fucking ignored it!" "Ah..." replied Brian. "I thought you might do that. Vicky didn't; she naively thought that you'd learnt your lessons last night. She didn't appreciate how much of a total bitch you can be." "Look," repeated Diane. "I think things have gone far enough. Let's just call it a day, okay?" "Tell her what you bet V," laughed Brian, still ignoring Diane. Vicky stood up, and began clearing the plates of the table. Taking them to the sink behind Diane she called back, "I bet my arse that you'd wear the outfit like a good slut dear. You've really let us down." Without warning, Diane felt something bending her arm behind her back, twisting in the most agonizing of positions. The slightest pressure on her arm now caused a great deal of pain. "Arghhh!" screamed Diane. "Get the fuck off me bitch!" Without replying, Vicky applied a very small amount of pressure upwards on the arm, forcing Diane to her feet. Diane flailed around herself desperately, attempting to grab a hold of Vicky and throw her off. Much more nimble on her feet, Vicky dodged all of Diane's feeble attempts to grab her, and slowly forced her to walk towards Brian. When the pair reached Brian, Vicky stuck a foot out, tripping Diane over onto his lap. She suddenly felt a stronger grip on her arm behind her back, as Brian took over holding her. At the same time she heard Vicky move away, then return moments later making a clinking sound. She sat on Diane's back, quelling Diane's thrashing body under her weight. Diane felt Brian slowly untwist her arm from behind her back, then force both wrists to the floor. Diane started fighting back with renewed vigor as she realised what was going to happen, he was going to handcuff her wrists through the legs of the chair. However nothing she could do could stop the superior strength of Brian, and with a clink her wrists were locked into the handcuffs. At the same time she left the coolness of metal begin attached to each of her ankle, then the pair finally let her go. Trying to stand up, Diane only got halfway upright before the handcuffs met the seat of the chair halting her progress. Frustrated Diane tried to kick out, only to find her legs were even more immobilized then her wrists. In short, she was bound completely, bent lewdly over Brian's lap. Panic descended over Diane as she began to thrash around desperately. After several minutes of futile thrashing, she finally slumped down, her palms pressed flat on the floor supporting her weight as she panted exhaustedly. "Are you done?" asked Brian, pausing for a reply. When Diane failed to reply, he continued. "Good girl. I thought we made the rules clear yesterday, but I'll reiterate them for you. You WILL obey all instructions given to you. Failure to obey instructions will result in punishment. Do I make myself clear?" Diane still refused to reply, refused to give Brian the satisfaction of having her submit. "Very well Di," said Brian quietly. "When you're ready to resume you role as our slave I wish you to say the words 'I'm sorry for disappointing you master and mistress. I am your willing slave. Thank you for making me realise this.'" Diane resolved herself to never utter those words, no matter what happened. Brian looked down at the prone body draped over his lap. He firmly pushed down on her lower back until her stomach was resting on his stiff cock struggling to escape his trousers. Diane's arse was forcibly raised upwards until it was hovering above his right knee, with her crotch pressed firmly to his leg. With deliberate slowness, Brian hooked his finger around the elastic waist of her skirt and began to tug it down. With each tantalizing second, another inch of Diane's perfect bottom was exposed. When the elastic reached the top of the Diane's crack she began to thrash around again, once again attempting to get free while shouting abuse at her captor. Brian waited patiently for her to end her remonstrations. When she'd finally subsided, exhausted again, he began to once again pull down her skirt. Slowly Diane's peaches were exposed to his inspection. Her arse could be described as nothing less than heavenly. The identical white globes appeared both firm and muscular; however, they maintained a delightfully delicate milky hue and were incredibly smooth to the touch. Diane's face began to burn with resentment and embarrassment as her bottom was presented to her master. Leaving her skirt around her ankles, Brian slowly traced a finger up the back of her legs, climbing the rise of her bottom and finally resting over her crack. Using two fingers, Brian decided to increase Diane's humiliation by slowly separating her cheeks, opening her back passage for his eyes to feast upon. "Oh look here V!" said Brian excitedly. "She has dimples at the top of her crack! How delightful!" Feeling Vicky move over to scrutinize her exposed backside Diane felt tears of frustration form in the corner of her eyes. It wasn't the embarrassment that Diane resented, it was the helplessness that really did her! "Enough dithering darling," whispered Brian in her ear. "You know how to stop proceedings dear." That being said, Brian raised his hand, and brought it down sharply on her arse. SMACK! Diane winced but refused to make a noise as she felt heat sting through her left cheek. SMACK! This time the slap landed on her right cheek, but the discomfort was minimal. SMACK! Brian's hand came down harder on her left cheek, causing Diane to inhale sharply. SMACK! Pain shot through her right cheek, forcing her to involuntarily twitch her legs. Still Diane refused to utter a single sound. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her spanking continued unceremoniously as her arse turned an incredibly bright red and began to radiate heat. Suddenly Brian changed tactic. Shifting her legs apart, he aimed his spanks lower, so that now her anus caught the blow with the bottom of her arse. Feeling his fingers trail along her opening as he raised his hand to spank her again, Diane let out her first noise since her ordeal began, a small gasp escaping her mouth. Hearing this, Brian spanked her opening again deliberately letting his fingers rest on her opening momentarily. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Now all the blows came down on her rosebud, finally causing Diane to wince and pant in pain. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her breathing was becoming ragged now and tears began to flow from her eyes. Her anus convulsed and spasmed with each connection, pain shooting through her body. Pushing her legs further apart, Brian landed a blow directly on her pussy. Diane shrieked in surprise as pain shot through her slit unexpectedly. SLAP! Another blow quickly landed on her pussy causing her to shout and struggle. SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! Now Diane was writhing with every hit, as the alternated between her anus and her pussy. Pain had become a constant companion for her by now, however increasingly a strange new sensation accompanied every blow. A jolt of fiery passion shot through her clit every time Brian hit her pussy, a drop of pure pleasure in a sea of pain. Diane found herself focusing on that pleasure, wanting more of it to counteract the pain. Now when a blow was due on her pussy she pushed back, losing herself in a split second of bliss as her pussy contracted in pain. Diane began to pant for a completely different reason, desperately needing to feel Brian's palm on her pussy. Tears of disbelief now poured from Diane's eyes as she felt an unbelievable orgasm begin to build in the depths of her pussy. She could not cum like this! Brian saw that Diane was bringing her pussy up to his hand now, relishing in the connection. Seeing her lips begin to swell and her love-tunnel begin to contract he suddenly realised she was attempting to cum without permission! Unbelievable, what a slut! 'Bitch!' Brian thought. 'When will she learn?' She couldn't be allowed to cum without permission. That would completely undermine the punishment. Shifting his arm, Brian now landed all his blows on the fleshy top of her bottom, watching them jiggle and dance with every slap. 'NO! Nooooooooo!' shot through Diane's mind as she felt the change of tack. She was seconds away! One more spank would have pushed her over, how could he do this to her! Now there was only pain. Feeling her orgasm fading Diane began to sob as her resolve crumbled. She heard the words tumble from her mouth before she'd even considered them. SOB... "I'm sorry for," SOB... "disappointing you master and mistress." SOB... "I am your willing slave. Thank you for making me realise this." The spanking immediately stopped. Diane sobbed in relief, feeling her cheeks burning in pain, and her face burning in shame. "Are you really sorry Di?" asked Vicky, who'd watched the whole proceedings while sitting on the edge of the table. "Yes Mistress," whispered Diane, finally submitting. "Good girl," cooed Vicky, stroking Diane's hair. "You did so well. We're both so proud of you!" Diane felt a sickening wave of relief and gratitude at Vicky's compliment, her bottom still smarting. Seeing Diane was still sobbing, Vicky stopped stroking her hair. "Hush now pet, I'll get you some lotion for your bottom." Diane didn't bother to move her head as she felt Vicky move away. "You enjoyed that didn't you," whispered Brian while Vicky was out of the room. Diane mutely shook her head, refusing to admit the pleasure she'd gotten from it. "The wet patch on my trousers begs to differ," smirked Brian. Vicky returned, and soon Diane felt a cool soothing sensation spread on her rear. The pain disappeared, replaced by cool numbness. "Hmm!" said Vicky, letting the hand smoothing the salve dip into Diane's crevice finding it soaking wet. "Clearly wasn't all that bad then!" Humiliated beyond belief, Diane didn't dare reply. "If I let you up Di, are you going to start to behave?" asked Brian calmly. Willing to do anything to avoid more spanking Diane replied "Yes", quickly adding a "Sir" before she could be called up on the slip. She felt the cuffs holding her ankles being released before Brian reached around and undid one cuff on the wrists. Free at last, Diane remained in position waiting for permission in an attempt to please the couple. "Good girl!" smiled Brian. "You may stand, and then strip." Diane stood slowly, the movement causing her to wince in pain. Finally straightening, she stepped out of the skirt around her ankles, and in one motion removed her bra and blouse. She stood in front of the pair, gloriously nude. The only blemishes on her entire body were the quickly fading red hand prints on her bottom, but apart from them she was flawless. Brian's eyes sat transfixed on the tiny triangle of red pubic hair nestling above her pussy, while Vicky calmly looked her in the eyes. "Did you nearly come dear?" she asked, eyeing the glistening folds of Diane's slit. Seeing the truth in her eyes Vicky laughed and quickly continued, "Don't be embarrassed! It's completely natural. Christ the number of times he's made me come just by spanking! He's got the most amazing hands!" Past the point of embarrassment by now, Diane numbly nodded while replying "Yes mistress. I was only seconds away." "Poor thing..." laughed Vicky. Brian stood up and left the room while Vicky got Diane to sit down in the chair she'd just been spanked on. Once sat down Vicky spread her legs and then trailed two fingers up Diane's slit. It was still dripping wet, the clit standing prominent and proud. Diane leaned back and closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt Vicky's fingers penetrate her hole, then curl up and begin to rub on her wall. Instinctively finding Diane's g-spot Vicky started to rub it quickly, watching as juices began to pour around her fingers. Small moans and gasps escaped Diane's mouth, as she began to arch her back in ecstasy. Brian walked back into the room as Vicky lowered her lips onto Di's clit, and began to slowly suck on it. Standing in the doorway for a second, he saw Diane's face twitch in pleasure, her hands gripping the arms of the seat tightly. "Is she ready?" he asked Vicky. "Oh she was ready before I even started!" giggled Vicky. "I was just having fun." Diane looked startled and upset as Vicky stood up, withdrawing her attention on Diane's pussy. The very absence of this pleasure made her want it even more! Her eyes begged Vicky to return to her work, yet she dared not make a comment. "Don't fight us Di," said Vicky. "We're going to tie you to the chair again, but you're not being punished this time." Diane looked scared now. What was going on? A moment ago, she'd been about to cum on Vicky's face (again) and now there was talk of tying her down. Without waiting for a response, Brian began to wind a silk rope around her waist. He first trailed it up her back and over her shoulder before using it to tie each of her arms to the chair's arm rests. That done, he looped the silk around Diane's thighs, before running to down her legs to her ankles and fastening it firmly to the chair. "There, that should do it," whispered Vicky, as Diane tried to shift and realised she couldn't move an inch. "You've not got to do anything slave. You only get to watch. Is that clear? You may NOT cum." With that being said Brian handed Vicky a pink bullet vibrator. This she positioned so that the very tip made the barest contact to Di's clit, and taped it into place before turning it on. Ripples of delight rolled through Di's clit, surging through her body like orgasmic spears. Her pussy, which was already dripping wet began to gush again as Diane leaned back and immersed herself in pleasure. After several minutes of writhing and squirming she tried to shift the vibrator closer, ready to climax, however she couldn't move an inch! She moaned in frustration, on the brink of cumming but not able to push herself over the edge. Giving up trying to free her arms she began to rock on her thighs, trying to land her clit on the vibrator but failing every time. In utter frustration, she opened her eyes and begged. "Please sir! Please m'am! Please can I cum?" The pair ignored her. Diane suddenly realised this wasn't a power-play, they really intended to keep her on the brink of orgasm without ever letting her succumb to it. She began to buck and heave, convinced she could push herself over with a little friction, but nothing seemed to work as her pussy continued to flow uncontrollably. Sweating and panting, she saw Brian was slowly stripping his wife. Once she was naked (and wow, what a sight, thought Diane!) she turned and helped him strip in turn. Standing before her, both completely naked, Vicky spoke. Blackmailed Servitude Ch. 04 "I bet my arse you'd be wearing the outfit, now it's time to pay up. Seems like your spanking's got him all fired up as well!" she said, keenly eyeing Brian's raging cock poking between his legs. Diane was hornier then she'd ever been. Her pussy was pulsating, her clit literally thrumming, as her orgasm still evaded her clutches. She couldn't tear her eyes from the couple in front of her, as she thrashed in her chair still attempting to come. She saw Brian bend Vicky over the corner of the table so that her arse was presented to Diane. Her eyes feasted on the little pink rosebud, drinking in every glorious detail. Her eyes roamed over Vicky's slit, just visible under her arse, puffy lips running under her legs. Brian leaned over and held his hand under Diane's mouth. "Spit," he commanded. Still unable to tear her eyes from Vicky's position, Diane leaned forward and let a large glob of saliva escape her mouth. Returning to his bent over wife, Brian watched Diane's face as he slowly let the saliva dribble into Vicky's anus. Using the spit as lube, he slowly eased a finger into his wife, sliding it up to the knuckle. Diane was panting now, gleaming in sweat, more turned on than she could ever believe. "Need more lube," groaned Vicky, wiggling her bottom further onto Brian's finger. Brian stood up once again, as Diane began to collect saliva in the bottom of her mouth anticipating his approach. This time however he didn't hold his hand below her mouth, but instead crouched in front of her dripping pussy. Using two fingers, he slowly traced a line around the inside of her lips, collecting the moisture nested there. Looking up at Diane he said, "Remember dear, don't you dare come!" His warning delivered he slowly eased his two fingers from each hand inside her, careful to not brush her clit or her g-spot. Diane felt his fingers invade her, her vagina clenching onto his fingers hungrily. Diane tried to hump forward, convinced she could fuck herself to orgasm, yet once again couldn't move. Once her pussy had fully swallowed his fingers, she felt them slowly slide out, dripping wet. Diane moaned pathetically, wanting him to fill her again. Smiling, Brian stood slowly, holding his fingers in front of her face so that she could see how glistening wet they were. She could smell herself on his fingers, and the thought of her juices entering Vicky's arse drove her to new heights of lust. Moving back to his wife, Brian eased his finger inside her once again, this time with considerably more ease. "Ohhhh! Yes baby!" moaned Vicky, feeling his finger stroke the inside of her anus, causing it to contract and squeeze. One finger still in his wife, Brian leaned over and held the other finger up to Diane. Realizing what he wanted, she opened her mouth and accepted the finger into it. Swirling her tongue around his finger, she tasted herself on him and hungrily drank in her scent. She felt his finger push deeper, forcing her to allow it deeper into her mouth until it was nearly down her throat. Fighting the urge to gag, Diane continued to work her tongue around his finger, desperate to please. She exhaled in relief as she felt the finger being withdrawn, somewhat proud of her ability not to gag. She looked back just in time to see Brian pressing the finger next to the one already buried inside his wife. Slowly but surely Vicky's hole expanded, accepting the second intruder. "Oh yes Brian! Deeper! Fuck me!" moaned Vicky, pushing back and writhing in joy. The vibrator still whirred next to Diane's clit, yet the orgasm building behind the hood of her clit refused to break out. Brian was now sliding his fingers into his wife, spreading her hole and causing her to moan and swear in pleasure. Suddenly stopping, he withdrew his fingers and picked his wife up. He moved her around until she was facing Diane, and then pushed her forward. He got her to bend over again, hands resting on Diane's shoulders to support herself. Diane could feel the outside of Vicky's legs pressed against the inside of hers, as their faces hovered mere centimeters from each other. Vicky looked Diane in the eye, panting slightly. "He's going to take my ass. Baby, he's going to fuck me in the ass and its all down to you. Ooohh, I can feel his cock on my thigh. Honey, he's going to fuck my ass, his cock is pushing against my ring," she whispered. Diane couldn't believe how turned on she felt, pressed against Vicky as her husband was about to take her. She saw Vicky's face screw up as Brian slid his cock slowly into her arse, reveling in how tightly it clamped around his girth. Diane watched as Vicky's face transformed into one of pure contentment. She opened her eyes again, gasping and moaning as she continued whispering to Diane. "Ooohh baby it's in! He inside me! Fuck! Aaahhh! Yeeessss! Fuck me! Fuck meee!" Unbelievably Diane felt pangs of jealousy, wishing it were her being fucked by Brian. Her pussy was now on fire with the need to come, it felt like her whole insides were screaming and a river was trying to escape between her pussy lips. She felt Vicky pushing against her shoulders as Brian drilled into her from behind. Her head bobbed up and down in front of Diane's. Vicky could no longer talk, lost in the throes of passion. She groaned and swore, holding her arse steady for Brian to spear from behind. Diane saw that Vicky was holding her breath, face screwed as pleasure rolled from her anus straight through to her clit. Just as Vicky was about come, Brian pressed the back of her head forward, forcing it onto Diane's. Their lips met, and without encouragement, they both began to hungrily kiss the other. Tongues twisted in a furious knot, Diane could feel Vicky's breath becoming ragged as she neared her orgasm. Vicky opened her mouth wide, seemingly trying to swallow Diane as she cried out in passion. Diane let her tongue roam around Vicky's open mouth, delving around her teeth and lightly poking her tongue. Vicky exploded, her orgasm starting at the base of her arse and spreading outwards. Within seconds she was convulsing, her anus spasming around Brian's cock as orgasms wracked her tiny frame. She screamed and moaned into Diane's mouth, wanting to share every second of this pleasure with her. Diane experienced several minutes of Vicky's orgasm, eating her face as she came again and again. Finally she stopped cumming, and Brian slowly withdrew his cock from her arse. Vicky collapsed into the chair next to Diane, completely spent, leaving Brian standing in front of Diane. Looking her directly in the eye he began to stroke himself, gripping his cock and tugging urgently. Diane closed her eyes, not caring any more, all she wanted was to please the couple and be allowed to cum like Vicky had. Within seconds, she heard a low growl, then a hot liquid splattered on her chest. Shaking violently Brian came, his cum shooting the distance onto Diane's chest easily. It landed on her chest, one large glob landing on her puffy nipple. Brian leaned back, very content with his morning activities. Suddenly Diane opened her eyes and looked up at Brian. Her eyes filled with desperation as she asked in her most contrite of voices: "Please sir, can I come now?" Brian considered her critically for several long seconds. Eventually reaching his decision, he bent down and untaped the vibrator from her thigh. Diane sighed in relief, expecting her orgasm to be forthcoming. When there was no movement for several seconds, she opened her eyes again to see Brian smiling, watching over her with a decisively smug expression plastered on his face. "No my dear. You can't come yet. You were very poorly behaved this morning, and bad girls don't get to come. Maybe later. Now I'm going to untie you and you're going to go upstairs and get ready. Shower, clean yourself and put on the outfit I laid out for you. We expect you downstairs and ready to head out within half an hour." Diane very nearly let a moan of disappointment escape her lips. Quickly swallowing her objections, she returned her gaze to the floor, attempting to portray obedience in her posture. Inside she was seething, horny beyond belief, and yet denied her chance of relief! Her mind was racing, the excitement of witnessing Vicky's ordeal followed by Brian's offhand denial causing her mind to go into overdrive. All thoughts of fighting the couple were temporarily driven from her mind, her lust taking over. As Brian knelt down to untie her legs he blew teasingly on her exposed clit, causing her to squirm once more. Laughing at her response, Brian finished untying Diane and eased her to her feet. Keeping a hand on her arm, he led her upstairs and into an ornately fashioned bathroom on the left of the landing. "Towels are in the cupboard over there," he instructed. "Clean your whole body, inside and outside with the blue shower gel. Use the strawberry shampoo for your hair, and neaten up your landing strip with the razor. I want straight lines." As he was leaving, Brian turned around and caught Diane's eye suddenly. "Don't get any ideas either," he warned. As the door closed, Diane turned to face the mirror. Standing fully nude in front of it she let her eyes roam up and down her body. Assessing herself critically, she realised she was filthy! Her whole body was covered in sweat, while cum and spit pooled in puddles on her breasts and stomach. Her hair was a mess, frizzy and tangled as if she'd not combed it in weeks. Perhaps a shower wouldn't be the worst idea in the world, even if that bastard had told her to take one. He may even have been right about her patch; it was beginning to closely resemble wild shrubbery instead of a neatly trimmed bush! Stepping into the shower she turned up the heat, reveling in the stinging sensation the water elicited. For several minutes, she simply stood there, allowing the water to wash away her guilt, fear and disgust until she began to feel clean for the first time that morning. Subconsciously, she began to perform the tasks that Brian had set, even using the prescribed soaps! Diane only realised what she was doing as she began to lather soap up in her hands, spreading it around her bush and reaching for the razor. 'How has he got into my head like this!' thought Diane wonderingly. Despite her reservations, she continued on her tasks. Using her left hand to hold the skin above her groin taut, Diane glided the razor up her crotch. Ensuring to keep the lines straight, she carefully trimmed her mound, leaving a neat 2" strip when she was done. Reaching up to the showerhead, she unhooked it from the wall and brought it too her stomach. The warm water trickled down her front, gently washing away the remains of the soap around her crotch. The water trickled around her pussy lips, the warmth causing them to plump and swell again. Diane sighed, keeping the showerhead in place much longer then technically required to clean the soap. Diane carefully adjusted the trickling water so that it cascaded over her clit and down her slit, causing her to gasp. She'd read about women using showerheads before but for some reason had never tried it herself. Diane leaned back against the wall, her clit growing and hardening as the water streamed over it. She turned up the heat slightly, inhaling sharply as the heat slightly scalded her sensitive nub. Keeping the heat up, the pain was swiftly replaced by intense pleasure, javelins of joy piercing her pussy. Diane slid down the wall until she was sitting down, legs spread in a lewd position with the showerhead nestled on her mound. She moaned and gasped as the orgasm she'd been denied earlier quickly began to grow once more inside her. She shifted the showerhead further down, so that the head of the shower pulsated directly above her clit. The hot water combined with the pulsating shower head was driving her slowly towards temporary insanity. She closed her eyes as her hips began to hump forward meeting the showerhead insistently. "Yes. Yeees! Mmmmm," moaned Diane as the orgasm she'd desperately begged for earlier threatened to overcome her. All thoughts or permission and rules fled Diane's head as the finally the first drops of her orgasm began to flow through her body. Suddenly the only sounds in the bathroom were the squeaking, sliding off her arse on the shower floor and her panting. The water and power had been cut off! Breathing heavily Diane looked around desperately, trying to work out what had cut off her pleasure! Had she switched it off accidently, or pulled a plug or something?! Whatever it was she didn't care; all she wanted was to fucking cum already! Her fingers insistently searched out her clit, determined to finally push herself over the edge! BANG! Suddenly the bathroom door slammed open and Brian stood in the opening, thunder written all over his face. He strode forward and ripped the shower door open. Diane looked terrified as Brian grabbled her around the waist and hoisted her out of the shower. Without setting her down, he stormed over to the toilet, sitting down on it and laying Diane down over his knee once again. Diane still hadn't struggled once, the speed of his presence taking her off guard. SMACK! His hand landed on her wet arse hard, immediately causing a bloom of red to spread over her buttock. SMACK! The water caused each slap to hurt ten times more, pain shooting down her legs and up her torso in fiery bursts. "You." SMACK. "Just." SMACK. "Wont." SMACK! "Learn!" whispered Brian, control and restraint outlining each word. Now Diane began to struggle, the pain beginning to overwhelm her thresholds. Brian held her down firmly with one arm, while continuing to rain blows down on her sensitive globes with the other. Diane's mind raced, desperately trying to work out how he had known what she was doing! The pain was much more than her previous punishment, her already sensitive cheeks now quivering with tenderness as tears poured down her face. "Sorry!" wailed Diane desperately. "I'm sorry sir! Please! Sooooooooory!" Her whole frame was now wracked with sobs as she wiggled desperately to avoid blows. Hearing her pleas Brian suddenly relented, realizing he was about to overstep the mark between punishment and pain for pain's sake. Sighing, he leaned back and scrutinized Diane, draped over his knee. "Why can't you just obey?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper. "Why can't you just accept that someone else might be in charge, just for a moment?" Diane dared not reply, worried that anything she said may incur further punishment. "You've earned yourself further punishment for breaking one of the golden rules, but your arse can't take much more. This leads us to a dilemma which means that we get creative." Diane did not like the sound of this, however all resistance had been drained from her by now as she resigned herself to accepting whatever Brian could think up. She felt Brian rummage in his pocket, then felt a small object being placed on the small of her back. Keeping her eyes fixed on a tile on the floor, Diane began creating terrible images and scenarios in her mind, dreading whatever the small object was. She felt Brian tenderly place his hand on the moons of her arse, separating them slowly to reveal her puckered hole. Diane felt his breath on her exposed opening, as he leaned forward to inspect it. Suddenly his breath was replaced by a cool, tingling liquid, dribbled on and around her hole. Still not understanding what was happening, she felt him begin to gently rub the liquid around her sensitive hole, occasionally slipping a few centimeters inside. The fingers weren't painful at all, in fact as she felt Brian's finger inch inside her arse she was flooded with images of Vicky being skewered from behind and found herself becoming turned on. Suddenly the fingers were withdrawn, and the object was picked off her back. Diane heard more squirting as if from a tube, yet couldn't feel anything hitting her body. Several seconds passed, Diane lying very still yet very confused. Suddenly the fingers returned to her plums, separating them once again to present her hole once more. Anticipating his fingers once more, Diane began to relax slightly. Suddenly she jerked awkwardly as she felt the cold touch of plastic pushed against her ring. The plastic object, which Diane suddenly realised must be a butt plug, was twisted and pushed, slowly stretching her arse as it wormed its way in. Diane fought it silently, clenching her buttocks as tightly as she could, halting its progression. SNAP! Brian flicked her clit cruelly, causing her to cry out and momentarily release the pressure on the plug. It slipped in another couple of inches, forcing her arse to spread alarmingly and slightly painfully. "Relax," intoned Brian. "We're nearly there. It's at its widest now, just allow it in." Diane gave up her fight, realizing it had never been a contest in the first place. She felt the plug slide in another inch, but the width had decreased dramatically so that now pain had been replaced by a slight discomfort. Despite this she felt incredibly full, and a need to expel the object lodged inside her threatened to overcome her. Clenching her buttocks together, she felt the flared end of the plug planted against her entrance suggesting the entire length was buried inside her now. "Stand and turn," commanded Brian. Obediently she stood, not wishing any further punishments today. Standing caused the plug to wiggle inside her, sending a mix of emotions through her body, none of which Diane could immediately identify. She turned to face the door, giving Brian a clear view of her arse and the plug now nestled within it. "Bend over." Diane felt heat rush to her face as she bent over, feeling her arse slightly push on the plug forcing it out a few centimeters. She maintained this position as Brian readjusted the plug slightly, turning and pushing it until he was satisfied with its position. Finally, Brian stood and slapped her on the arse lightly. "That's great Di. Good girl. Now go put on your outfit and meet us downstairs. You are not to touch the plug, or yourself. I don't think you can take much more punishment today so consider that before try anything stupid." Diane nodded meekly, heat still radiating from her paddled bottom acting as a constant reminder. Brian handed her a towel, then opened the door for her pointedly. Face burning red Diane held the towel to her chest as she passed through the door contritely. She felt his eyes on her arse as she passed, watching the plug wiggle with every step she made. Making her way to her room gingerly, she couldn't decide which was worse, the humiliation of the plug, or the residual pain from the spanking. Either way she was firmly decided to not push her luck again. At least, not again today.