The Anonymous Blacmailer: Epilogue

The Anonymous Blackmailer: Epilogue

The blackmailer gets what they have coming...

© 2024, all rights reserved to the author Flynn99

NOTE: This is an epilogue to the 7-part Anonymous Blackmailer series. Best if you read that first.

Warning, includes elements of femdom, cuckolding, pegging, chastity... if that falls in the "squick" category for you, be happy with the end of chapter 7 and skip this...

[Terry, a famous artist, and Eve, a pharma rep, were blackmailed by a mysterious person for a week and forced to do many fetish acts, including public exhibitionism and public sex. Terry was forced to attend an extensive session with a prodomme who gave him a thorough education in domination. And afterward, Terry was forced to make his innocent girlfriend, Sandy, a cuckquean while performing with Eve. Terry cleverly turned it into a three-way after learning that Sandy, herself, was a closet submissive. And after all that (SPOILER WARNING), it turned out that Ben, Eve's husband, had manufactured the entire scenario without her knowledge so that he could provide her the experience she craved (but that Ben couldn't provide because he was, himself, a submissive). But it got more complicated, since Eve and Terry realized that they had bonded -- fallen in love -- because of the shared intense anxiety of their situation coupled with a genuine mutual connection. When last we met the characters, Eve and Ben had reconciled, but not yet told Terry and Sandy the truth.]

*Ben*

He's coming at me! I'm fucked. I'm so fucked...

*Sandy*

[eight days earlier]

I'm reflecting as I drive.

Damn it, Terry has been really evasive about how he came to arrange that scene with Eve. He promises he'll tell me, but he needs to get his head around it before he figures out how to share. What the hell is going on?

This whole thing is not bad: as a result, our sex life has gotten way more spicy... I just love when Terry tells me what to do. He dominates me -- bends me to his will -- and it's very... liberating! I feel a peaceful simplicity to the world when all I'm expected to do is just what I'm told. And what he tells me to do is so hot. Fire hot. He's wound me up in knots of desire, teased me for days, given me releases that would put a porn star to shame -- but it's better than porn: I'm not faking it. When he takes me in that headspace, the world is just right and I feel a totality when I'm made to please him. It's how I'm wired, I guess.

And he's so good about it. He calls it 'sensual domination.' It's not like in porn where it appears to just be meanness. Instead, it's another kind of caring. He's almost kind -- even when he's spanking me. I know, when he does it, that he's doing it for me. He's not a sadist -- my gosh, he won't even kill spiders: he just takes them outside and releases them. So, when he spanks me, uses light flails -- all of it -- it's just sensory play. Just like when he uses feathers and pinwheels and oils. And he's talking about getting an e-stim device and playing with electricity.

And still sometimes we just make plain old simple love. Sometimes he invites me to ride him. It's not about power. Nothing like that. It's just about... play. New ways we're building our relationship.

I'm surprised to learn he actually has some other weird kinks! He's even asked me to consider pegging him -- not as a domination thing, but just as a sexual thing. I don't know about that... I'm not yet comfortable with the idea. But it's so endearing that he's trusting me even with that conversation.

Is this a new thing?

This all reinforces what I've already suspected. What I've already known. Terry is the man for me. He and I get along so well. He's clever, exciting and can be funny as hell. We have a lot of the same interests. Only hiccough is that I don't seem to 'get' his art, but I'm proud of him anyway. Maybe that's one thing I'm just not wired to understand.

And -- my God -- that scene with Eve! That was about the hottest thing I can imagine. I was so turned on, I think I came a couple times just from watching and before anyone even touched me! And when Eve was made to service me while Terry fucked her... fucking fire!

She also seems to be a really good person. The things she said, the things she did. I really felt affection for her. Appreciation. There was something about the way she acted that just said, "I'm not here to take your man." Well, though, she did say that she loved him? How does that fit?

It's a conundrum. Where does she slot in? How did Terry meet her? Even though he's said they've done nothing but text since the scene, I do wonder where she stands -- and where I stand -- in the relationship.

It's complicated. I had had no idea how I'd feel when I fantasized about being cuckqueaned -- I never thought it would happen. But in real life, at first I had fear when it was unfolding. I was anxious about the scenario... was he in the process of breaking up with me? And then I got really angry that he would do this to me. But as it went on, damn it... I liked it. Especially when I realized I was consensually

sharing

Terry with her: since Terry gave me the choice, I was

choosing

to share him with her.

And after, he kicked her out and then fucked me hard, letting me know I was number one to him and also, in a hot new way, he was primally claiming me as his. I don't feel threatened about it all, interestingly. I don't think. Just really curious and a bit anxious about how it will yet further unfold.

And it will unfold. Starting today, at lunch. Eve asked me to meet her at a restaurant on the other side of town. I'm driving there now.

What does she want? What will I learn. On the one hand, I'm nervous to do this. On the other hand, I can feel a quiver in my tummy. Am I imagining the wetness between my thighs? I feel my salivary glands working overtime. I can't decide if I'm anxious or if I'm horny. Or both.

What will I learn?

*Eve*

I have a blazing headache. Ben and I have planned everything: gone over this lunch date, like, a thousand times. Talked about every which way it could go.

We can't think of a better way to resolve this three-way, well, really four-way relationship except for this.

I picked a cute sushi restaurant -- she said she liked sushi too -- but the best part about it is that the tables are in private little cubicles so we can talk honestly. I've taken doctors here and it's so insulated, that we can have very direct conversations. And doctors -- the things they'll talk about like it's casual chat! Also, it's on the other side of town so Terry won't chance in.

Yes, I have a headache, but what we've talked about, Ben and I: the scenario that Ben scripted: It makes me so fucking hot. Just thinking about it drives my anticipation to the limits. Now, Sandy is just going to have to buy in and we'll see if we can make it happen.

And I see her enter and talk to the hostess: she's here now. Funny -- I almost didn't recognize her with clothes on!

"Sandy! Over here!" She comes to me and I give her a long, tight hug. I'm not letting go quickly like I would for a casual acquaintance. She's a little wooden at first.

"Eve," she whispers.

After she relaxes, it's like she melts into it. It goes on a long time, but it's not uncomfortable. It's like we're reuniting lovers. And in a way... we are. She rubs my back and I hear her breath shudder."

Then we break, still holding each other, and it's like we're seeing -- truly seeing -- the other for the first time. And, yes, in a way we are. Yeah, we connected that night -- I felt close to her and she was so acknowledging of me. It kind-of feels like a friendship in a weird way. But also... hey... she thinks I'm Terry's 'side chick.' I'm sure she's nervous. I am. I'm not really sure of this. Any of this...

"Sandy, You look beautiful."

"You look stinkin' hot! Pharmaceutical sales, Terry says? Is that how you sell the pills?" What a nice opening. She sees me. We see each other.

As we sit down, I have a bit of a smirk on my face. We tuck in under the table and I just say, "Yes, of course."

And our laugh breaks the tension.

She looks around nervously as the kimono-clad server takes our drink order. I don't think Latin women are exactly made for kimonos, but, hey, we're not in Japan and they're trying...

I smile, "we can talk here. No one can hear. I'll bet you have a lot of questions...?"

She nods.

"Okay, we don't have a lot of time and I'm sure you want to get to the real conversation as much as I do." She nods.

"What has Terry told you?"

"Mmmm... almost nothing. He says he's not ready to tell me about it. It's like..." she is talking quickly now... like something she's wanted to get off her chest "...it's like there's some deep secret. I don't know if you're past lovers, or...? Why can't he just tell me? What's so awful?"

Wow... I didn't expect I'd have to start from zero. Ben and I didn't anticipate this. But the good news is that she wants to talk. It's not like we've just met... it's like we've been intimate. And we

have

been intimate: I've had my face buried in her pussy and she's had hers in mine. I guess that makes talking trivial by comparison, doesn't it?

"Hmmm... Yeah. Okay. Where do I start? You know I'm married?"

"Ben, right? Does he know?"

I'm sure my enigmatic smile confuses her.

"Yeah, Ben. It was Ben who found your number for me so I could text you. I didn't want to ask Terry. Thanks for keeping this meeting a secret from him. You'll understand why in a little bit..."

So... to make a long story short... I tell her the long story as best I understand it, though leaving out the part Ben played. She's shocked, confused and seems to be getting, maybe, a little upset?

"So... he dominates me because he had to? Not because he

wants

to? Fuck! It hasn't felt like that! Eve, I'm... disappointed!"

"No, Sandy... it's not like that. Not like that at all. I can assure you, he wanted to! Hey, you were in the room too!" I laugh "That was burning

passion

in him that we saw. That was unfettered joy he put out. He had a great time, except for that nasty undercurrent of the blackmail. We've texted a bit afterward -- you know that, he's told you -- and he's told me that he loved it that night. It was all a gift -- that you both had been too embarrassed to say anything to each other and might've missed out in your relationship if this hadn't happened. He's fucking ecstatic...

"But maybe that's why he hasn't told you yet? Maybe he doesn't want to risk you thinking like that -- thinking he did it because he had to -- until... until you've really cemented your expanded relationship?"

I see her calm a bit, but I don't think she's satisfied. At this point, why would she be?

"Hmmm... maybe? But..." she blushes and I smile reassuringly so she blurts out "...but, honesty, right?

"I worry...

"Where do

you

come in? Does he still want a relationship with you?"

I bite my lower lip. "Honestly? And clearly, yes, this is just honesty, Sandy. Honestly... I don't know. He and I just agree that we don't want to mess up what you and he have and we don't want to mess up what Ben and I have."

She gasps, "Ben! Yeah. Oh, my God! Have you told him? Did it break him?"

"Well... turns out..."

It's not hard to tell her because she hasn't lived through the hell Terry and I lived through. It will be torture to tell Terry.

"...turns out Ben was the blackmailer."

She looks confused. Shocked.

"Yeah. It took a huge fight to understand, but. Ben found out I was submissive but... he's submissive too. He didn't feel like he could, well, satisfy me? He was afraid that he was cheating me of my kink, so he arranged the whole thing without telling me so that I'd get to explore that side of myself. He put our relationship on the line, but he did it for me. He risked everything..." I find my eyes starting to cloud with emotion. "He was willing to risk 'us' for me."

And I guess what Sandy might be thinking... "And he found out about you and Terry hiding your secret sides from each other, so you fit perfectly into his plans. He knew he'd be fulfilling your fantasies too... and maybe break barriers for the two of you that would make things better for you. Turns out he was right about that too, huh?"

She thinks and I give her time to process as we suck on our edamame.

Quietly, she says, "I feel invaded."

"Yeah. You were. I know Ben feels bad about that and I do too."

Another awkward silence.

"...but, yeah, also... kinda appreciative. I didn't know how to get through to Terry. I tried hinting, but it was like hinting to a brick wall."

"...and he also didn't know how to tell you."

"I was afraid I'd lose him it I was too far 'out there.'"

This is going better than Ben and I feared. Sandy and I happily accept our bento boxes and when we're left alone again, I smile and wink at her. She looks at me curiously.

Poking at my sushi with the chopsticks, I look up at her and say, "So there are two questions I have and whatever you say, I have answers. This is all about your choices.

She nods, tentatively.

"First, will you please help us tell Terry what really happened and why? Ben wants to be honest about that. And I think it'd clear the air. At least as long as Terry doesn't kill him, it would be good for all of us.

She cocks her head, thinking.

"And second... do you think that..." I stop and smile hopefully, my tone getting slower and perhaps a bit sultry, "maybe, we could explore ways for us to play together in the future? Like... consider a longer-term thing?"

She gawks at me, looking like I've just asked her to solve a complex question about quantum physics or something...

*Terry*

I don't know about this.

Eve says that it'll be fine, but I'm really worried that she has more up her sleeve than 'a little talk.' We've agreed -- we've absolutely agreed -- that neither of us were going to cheat on our relationships. I think we both have to work out with our other partners what the world looks like before we explore anything else.

So, Eve has asked me over to her place tonight and Sandy is out with her friends, so I don't have an excuse not to be here. I did tell Sandy where I was going tonight -- no secrets anymore -- and she said it was okay.

But, if I tell myself the whole truth...

...I miss her, so I'm also sorta glad to be seeing her... if only just to talk. I haven't been able to talk to Sandy about all this yet... not sure how she'll take it that I only want to talk, but hopefully, her too. There's so much to process here. Maybe Eve will help me process.

Also, well, in a way, if I'm honest with myself again, I'm sorta ashamed that I fell for it too. I was just so scared and I didn't have anyone to talk to about it at the time. In retrospect, I had inflated IT in my mind to someone all-powerful and all-knowing. And while he (he?) did know a lot, he can't have known everything. I should've known better, shouldn't I? But apparently, it was all a front and there really wasn't any actual evidence. I was duped.

It's embarrassing to be that naïve.

But. If get deeper, down to the very core...

...okay I was enjoying myself.

Not all of it, maybe, but. Yeah. Almost all of it. Eve was hot. Maybe I just didn't want it to end? And maybe I liked being forced to challenge my limits. Maybe there was a thrill to not knowing -- like I was in a suspenseful movie.

I need to talk to Eve about this. Was it like that for her too?

IT did me a favor. Fuck it. IT did us all a favor!

Except maybe that poor Ben guy. Eve said she thought he was submissive. He'll never understand what went on between all of us. Complicated.

It's all complicated. I've still not felt 'settled' all this. And I think it's showing in my art. An art historian in the far distant future is going to look back at my paintings and call this my "sexualization period." There's a lot more overt sensuality in my paintings suddenly.

Who am I kidding? An art historian in the future is going to say, "Terry who?"

This is the apartment building. I take the elevator to the seventh floor, find the number and knock. It's quiet for about 20 seconds, when I hear Eve call out, "the door is unlocked!"

Isn't that what I said five weeks ago, when I was inviting Eve into our scene that night? After a likewise pregnant pause?

I walk in and the main room lights are off. It looks like a nice apartment. There are lights on around a wall to the side, so I walk over to the entryway. "Eve"?

And as I round the corner... oh, fuck!

Eve and... Sandy...

(what's she doing here?)

are kneeling just inside the doorway to what seems like a casual parlor room, stark naked and with slave collars on. They're posing with submissive posture on their knees with arms behind their backs and their chests stuck out proudly. They are both beautiful. Each of them has her hair meticulously braided.

I stop to appreciate the art of the human form here. The differences between their bodies evident: my Sandy, willowy and with perfect, pert breasts and adorably freckled pale skin. And Eve with more womanly curves, larger breasts with darker areola and a more Mediterranean shade to her.

They're both looking at me submissively.

How did Sandy wind up here? How did Eve make contact? Is the blackmailer at work again?

"How...?"

Eve starts, "thank you for coming, Sir.

"Please. Sandy and I want you. We want you to take us. Use us. Show us, again, that we're yours. We want to fulfill your fantasies."

Sandy says, "Daddy, please. Please have your way. Please do what you will to us. We want you so badly."

Eve continues, "... you are masterful. You are my 'Sir.'" Her lips are quivering.

Mesmerized, I start to talk, but am shocked when I look further -- I didn't even notice until now...

There's a man duct taped naked to a chair wearing a chastity cage and with a ball gag in his mouth.

"Is that... Ben?"

Eve smiles, "it was. But I've been working on his inflated ego. I told him I was going to tie him up and make him watch another man fuck me hard. Now he's just my cuck. He deserves this."

Sandy goes on, "he's going to watch, Daddy. That's how he's built. And Eve isn't giving him a choice."

"Please? It makes me hot to have him watch. It'll be so good." Her voice is low and she's almost panting.

Sandy parrots, "It makes us both hot."

I look at the man... no, I look at Ben. There's a weird expression about him. It looks like fear. Maybe it looks like excitement.

Eve said he was submissive. So maybe she's taken her game a lot further in the five weeks since she and I played? But I believe them: I believe he's one of those guys -- that he might actually get off to be here.

And we agreed not to do anything to jeopardize our relationships. Sandy is telling me by being here that it's okay with her. Eve and Ben? Apparently they've come to some kind of understanding, but if this is okay with Eve, then, I guess that's the relationship she's in now?

Okay then.

I think.

But with the girls, I feel like I've lost the initiative. In fact, I never even had it. If I've got to bring out dominant Terry, I need to take it back.

Okay! If this is the scene, this is the scene.

"Then, let's make a cuck out of him."

I look at him and he looks back in an enigmatic way. With a ball gag in his mouth, it's hard to read him, but he's not struggling. And then I see... he has a ball in his hand too. His safe word. The girls thought of everything.

Sandy had a part in tying him up naked? Now I'm feeling a little jealous. Is that even fair of me after all this?