(This story is dedicated to Lady S, to whom I am enslaved. It is about extortion, blackmail, money slavery, forced-bi, unsafe sex, and should be viewed as fantasy. I am flameproof, don't need foolish, anonymous public comments, but if you want to email me with comments, I will respond. Hope you enjoy.)
The windshield wipers squeaked as he got on the Saw Mill Parkway. As he fed into traffic, he exhaled again, to relieve the tension. But it would only be momentary. He knew that too.
Today was going to be both methodically IN his control, and maddeningly NOT in his control.
He had to take the day off work, and plan it around Michelle not finding out about it. Setting his away messages, and his excuses to give him the whole day, which he might need. He didn't know.
On the passenger seat next to him was a "play bag." Overnight bag with a plastic bagged, clean change of clothing. His toiletries so that he came home smelling the same way that he left. Underwear included. Into the same bag would go anything that would smell or look like he had NOT been in the office that day. In a separate compartment was his work material. Blackberry and a file or two in case he had to refer to it.
But there was nothing else. Usually, he would have all manner of bdsm toys, etc. for him and his partner to play with. Today, he was nstructed by Lady S to bring nothing in that regard.
His wallet and keys were all he carried now. And those keys jangled warning bells as he veered off the exit for Tarrytown. He glanced at the directions in his hand, and made a right at the foot of the exit. The motel would be at the side of the road, on his right, about a mile down. He inhaled deeply again. But the tension was not going away that quickly this time.
As he saw the motel up ahead, the windshield wipers swiped the light rain off the windshield, and was oddly in tune with his heartbeat. He was early pulling into the parking lot, and thought of Lady S again, and her instructions. Being 5 minutes early was no better than being five minutes late.
He paused. He was instructed to go directly to the room. But he was early, and instead sat in the car and waited. Looking at the room set off to the side, slightly isolated.
She had paid for it with his credit card, along with a few more trinkets for the afternoon. He had long since given up being able to control how or when she used the card.
He had wisely set the spending limit low on this card, but was still concerned with he had given her the number in a moment of weakness two years ago. She had been "fair" in her usage of it, but a few recurring expenses added up. This is how it all happened with the two of them. Very very gradually she built up her knowledge of him and the weapons she needed to coerce him if necessary into doing what she wanted.
Lady S, as he called her, made it clear that it would be very "unwise" of him to not meet her demands.
"I would start out small with the steps I would take," she said one night to him on the phone, while they were in that mutually hypnotic haze they got into whenever they discussed their "financial partnership." She slowly said, "I'd pick just one vulnerability area -- home, business, neighborhood, friends, family -- and do something small that would probably mean nothing and expose nothing. Until they get a second or third piece of the puzzle."
He could hear her rubbing her pussy through the telephone. Shamefully, HE was getting hard too as they went through this verbal ritual. "But that first puzzle piece might be a meaningless password to a profile, or site that would contain your image or something that would cause you great life-changes. Do you want to go there? Do you want to start this process? Do you want to start this snowball going down the hill, and with it the fear of what you might be unleashing? I have an awful lot of steps I can take to convince you otherwise, don't I, Arthur?"
I shook that image from my head, and looked at my watch. It was time. I got out of the car with my bag, and headed across the way.
Her car was in front of the motel door. The room was off to the side, and they were alone. No one next door for five doors. No one upstairs. Privacy. He inhaled as he approached the door and – as he was instructed to do – simply enter through the unlocked door. It was dark inside.
* * * *
"Right on time!" She laughed. "Stay where you are a minute. We're videotaping this."
I nodded my head. "Say yes, Arthur," she instructed.
"Yes," I replied. We?
"Good," she replied. "We need to just complete a few things first. Why don't you tell us your full name, and such. Some personal information about yourself. Speak clearly for the video camera."
I spoke my name into the camera, and then my address.
"More. You know what I want on here." She was insistent.
I continued. I included my wife's name. My son's. The company I worked for. My boss. My neighbors. My friends. Finally, I paused.
"That's good Arthur. And, you walked in that door on your own accord, correct?"
I nodded. "Yes, Lady S."
"Good. No coercion was used. Could you walk out right now?"
I didn't know what to say. I knew that I couldn't, but I couldn't say that on this recording. I knew what she wanted this recording for, and I had to give it to her.
And then I realized that, then again, I was here on my own accord, really. Lady S and I had been talking about this for two years. She had slowly boxed me into a position where even if I wanted to back out, I didn't know what would happen. But we both know where this was going, and I accepted that. But it didn't make me any less frightening.
"Yes Lady S. I am here voluntarily."
"Good. Now, there is a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs on the chair next to the door. Get them now, put the blindfold in, and cuff your hands behind your back. This is for "play purposes," right? Do you do this voluntarily as well, Arthur?"
"Yes Lady S." And I reached for the handcuffs on the chair. They were cold, hard and real.
"Put one on your right wrist first, Arthur. Then the blindfold. Then the other cuff, behind your back. Let's hurry now."
And I did it. Got the blindfold on, and clicked the cuffs locked behind my back.
"Turn around," she said. "So I can have a photo of this. Of YOU putting yourself in bondage. How lovely." I heard the faint click of the camera, then her heels moving toward me. She turned me around and started guiding me slowly across the room. She talked as she did. "This afternoon is for a purpose, and we both know that. For you to prove your commitment to me, and this Thing we are in. Get to your knees slowly and stay still." She helped me down, and I obeyed her. I stayed stone still.
I heard her rustling around. Then I heard a second person across the room. Also moving something. I sensed the light in the room had gotten brighter. Floodlights, perhaps.
Then, Lady S was next to me again. She played with my hair a moment. "I'm going to take the blindfold off, and you're going to look directly into the video camera again. Do not look up. You'll answer my questions accordingly."
"Yes," I replied. And she lifted the blindfold from my eyes again. Two lights were shining on me. "Do NOT look up at us. Understand?"
She said. All I saw were four naked legs in front of me. Two female legs -- Lady S -- and two strong male legs: whose I did not know. Then the light went on on the video camera.
Now, the male legs advanced forward, as Lady S moved behind the video camera.
"Now you know, Arthur, what you are going to be doing, don't you? What I want this video of."
"Yes," I replied.
"Tell me. Tell the video camera."
"You want a video of me sucking a cock for you."
"Will this be your first cock, Arthur." She kept using my name.
"Yes it is."
Now the man in front of me began stroking his cock. It was thick and appeared long. The camera, however, was trained on me, and did not show his face, which was above the frame. My face was the star of this production.
"And you are doing this voluntarily, aren't you?"
"Yes Lady S."
And with that, the cock was in my face. "Then start, Arthur. Start sucking."
And I took my first cock into my mouth. It was an odd sensation. Hard skin. Thick.
