The Anonymous Blackmailer Ch 7
Dommed if I don't, pt 2: it all comes to a head. But whose?
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[Terry and Eve have discovered that someone on the internet is blackmailing both of them and, so far, has used that power to cause them to perform sex acts in public. Eve has been forced to display herself provocatively at work. And Terry was forced into a scene with a dominatrix which the blackmailer had arranged, but who also was training him on how to do D/S scenes while she's making him submit. Eve was forced to perform, naked, and humiliate herself at a strip club in front of Terry and the entire audience. Now, Terry has been forced to strip his girlfriend, Sandy, naked and bind her to a chair and is now waiting inside his house for Eve, who he is commanded to fuck in front of Sandy, and thereby make her into a cuckquean. Both Eve and Terry are intensely worried about who's blackmailing them and why... and terrified about what will become of them.]
*Saturday*
I'm supposed to be on the front porch of a house in the suburbs, stark naked, and knock at seven o'clock tonight. I'm supposed to do whatever I'm told when I get there.
Our blackmailer, IT, has commanded me in his obnoxious broken texting (no one can be as dumb as IT makes ITself sound). That must be like disguising your voice... IT is leaving us no clues.
We call our blackmailer 'IT' because we don't know what gender to use, but moreso because it better describes this person or people: they're no better than things, not humans.
IT doesn't tell me how I'm supposed to dress going there, so my little rebellion is that I put on a baggy sweatshirt, baggy running pants and a thick parka. I'm making myself as unattractive as possible. I even put on a pair of plastic clogs: the height of ugly fashion. Damn IT!
It is Saturday. But I had to work this morning and did my best, when I was dressed as slutty as IT has made me. I made my excuses again, telling people I'd lost a bet - it's end of quarter so there were a lot of people in the office. I think there've been complaints to my boss, who looked at me querulously every time I passed his office, clearly wondering if or how to confront me. He'll probably have to call in HR on Monday if they go that far, since anything he says as a man to me could sound inappropriate. I need my job; me too, I don't want to get fired!
And I made a lame excuse to Ben, my husband, again. He looked really sad that I would leave him alone on a Saturday night for time out with my friends. I've been neglecting him lately because IT has kept me denied. But I don't know if I've ever seen him so wistful as tonight. I assured him I loved him, held him tight and whispered loving things in his ear: a promise to make him really happy tonight if he wants it. At least it was a promise I can keep by blowing him again even if I can't fuck him. It breaks my heart: what IT is doing to our relationship. I love Ben so much. He's my everything.
I know how badly he'd react if he knew about Terry and me. Terry's the other person the blackmailer is messing with. Both of us appear guilty of horrible crimes and perversions that we didn't do... but the internet trails are unarguable. We each would lose to the prosecution in court and get life sentences. IT holds all the cards, and with them, has forced Terry and me to do perverted things, while sending IT pictures all along the way. That means I've made a cuckold out of Ben. I didn't set out to do it: he and I are both very loyal! But IT made me do it.
Ben would never understand. I almost told him. I did. The conversation was leading that way, but I got a text message from IT when Ben was straightening the kitchen. IT has spyware on our phones and knows what we're talking about. The text just said, "NO dont he duznt need 2 kno <angry face>"
And, Terry. It scares me but I think I love him too. Not like I love Ben, but being in the same horrible predicament and being the only people either of us had to share our trauma with, it has been an atom bomb of exploding emotions. Yeah, though, to be honest it's more than that: if I weren't involved with Ben, I would fall in love with Terry anyway. He's masculine, emotionally strong, handsome, vulnerable, kind, funny, compassionate. We share a lot of values and have a real emotional connection, even without the blackmail thing. And he's the best fucking artist in the world. Well... not a 'fucking artist' necessarily but an artist who's fucking good.
And then I laugh to myself and realize that... after all of this, we haven't
actually
fucked. I've had him inside my mouth, He's had me on his. But we've never actually done the deed even though we are now kinky lovers. He probably
is
a 'fucking artist' too. He has the skills for it. I've already been more intimate with him - emotionally and physically - than anyone I've ever known. And we haven't even fucked! I cheated on Ben with him, damn it, but I never got the reward of having his beautiful cock filling me.
I've fantasized about Terry. What I've learned about myself in the last few days is that, even though I've tried, I can't anymore: I just can't repress my submissive tendencies. I've pretended they were not there for forever, but they are and Pandora's box is open. Ben isn't ever going to dominate me, much as I've goaded him. When I think about it, I think he's more submissive than I am. But I see the dominant in Terry. I feel it. Despite everything that's happened to us, he's always masterful. I respect him for the way he's stayed in control. He has been my brick house, my anchor in this.
So I needed to sort out my feelings. I spent every minute I could reading the net about love today. What happens and where it comes from. Why trauma intensifies it. Every list of 'are you in love' in those articles I imagined as a checklist, and checked almost every box.
And I looked for advice on my current conundrum: how to deal with it if you love two people.
Of course, I lust Terry... but somehow... even after having known him for only three days - I do: I love him. I love Ben, but I love Terry too. Damn it! If we ever get out of this, I'm going to have a crashing emotional crisis dealing with my feelings.
But now it's the evening after that tumultuous day and I'm parked out front of this strange house. It's too late to think of any of that, I need to do what I was told. For some reason, bright lights are coming on inside the house, behind the curtains. What's that all about?
I just pray that this is Terry's place.
I walk up to the front porch. It's a beautiful, big new house. Why does the porch light have to be on? I try to unscrew the bulb but it's too hot. Damn. Well, I guess I'll just wait until the last possible moment to get naked. And I stand there, pacing in the cold, trying to look at the other houses to see if anyone is looking at this crazy lady in a parka pacing this porch.
I don't have much time left - IT said 7:00 and I better be prompt. So, I put on the black collar that IT had sent by courier. I strip quickly, clumsily, and stuff my clothes inside my parka, carrying it like a handbag. I'm standing here, naked, on someone's front porch with the light on for anyone to see, dying of embarrassment and also getting cold. I count the seconds and at exactly 7:00, I knock and assume the pose I was told... legs spread, arms behind my back, standing straight.
And nothing happens.
Shit, shit, shit!
I am struck by a moment of terror. Is something wrong? Did I go to the wrong house? I'm standing on a random strangers' porch, stark naked? What if their children answer the door? My feelings of fear are getting close to terror.
"The door is unlocked!" I hear from inside. Thank god, it sounds like Terry's voice!
I open the door, mindful that I haven't been commanded to come in. But as I open it, I have to look away. It's so bright inside! And now I'm naked on the front porch with a spotlight shining on me. As my eyes adjust, again I look inside... and what I see...!
There's a couch with its back to me and lights shining on it. On the other side is Terry. But he's standing behind a naked woman who is attached to a chair with some sort of bondage. She's blindfolded and gagged. No, she's not naked, she's wearing stockings and a collar. As my eyes adjust, she appears to be very pretty.
And Terry is staring at me. I see a note of kindness in his eyes and he smiles - wistfully, but kinda sweetly, reserved. We have our reflexive greeting: knowing we're sharing the same trauma.
He takes a picture of me.
Is this a photo shoot? A movie?
