{Cammie is my ex-girlfriend who recently agreed to start doing kinky things, based on my ideas for her. }
The next few days Cammie sent me numerous texts about Dion, the coworker she sucked off the other day in her car at work. She let me know when she see saw him, what he said, what he acted like. He was still very interested in her and in getting more of what he got the other evening. Yet, he seemed very cool about it, to her. He didn't pressure her, he just kept mentioning it to her and whispering how great it was. She said she didn't notice anything different at work, meaning, that it didn't seem that word was getting around. It appeared he was able to keep things to himself. I could sense her also getting a bit antsy about it, after all, she was willing to let it go further. It was me who was holding up things. Convinced that we could continue I gave her a new instruction which would set the ball rolling again.
"Are you absolutely sure about this?" I asked.
"Absolutely not," she joked. "But, I mean, I already sucked his cock. Doing it again doesn't seem quite as bad."
"Right, but this is going to be a LOT. He's young, you have no idea how often he's going to want it."
"I know, but that's the fantasy, right? That's the exciting part."
"How do you think I want you to do it?"
"As often as possible?" she joked.
"No, well yes, that. But I mean how do you think I want you to present it to him?"
"Well, reading your stories, there's always kind of an element of blackmail in it, or just something to make sure I do what I promise."
"Wow, you are good."
"That's what HE said, too," she said wickedly.
"Ok, I want you to go someplace where there are usually people. Somewhere familiar, like where you have meetings. Make it somewhere where it's recognizable where you are, to other coworkers."
"Ok?"
"Do it when it's empty, of course," I laughed. "But, go in, take a selfie video. Make sure your face is clearly recognizable. Then, I want you to say, "I lied to you. I didn't just want to suck your cock once, you see, I have this fantasy. It involves me sucking someone's cock as often as they want. I want to have to do it when YOU want me to. I want to be made to have to do it. I lied because I wanted to make sure I could trust you not to tell anyone, and now I think I can. I am making this video for you so that if it ever gets out here at work, that it's clear that I'm a totally willing participant, so that you don't get charged with harassment or something. Neither of us have to get fired. Also, it provides you with the proof you need of my willingness, since you now control the video. I'm now at your service for say, a month. It's January 12th, just tell me when."
"Oh my god," she groaned.
I added, "then take out your tits, play with them, let him see what he'll be getting."
"Oh fucking god," she said. "That's so dirty."
"I know, I told you. This way, he knows you actually HAVE to do it, he's got the video over you."
"I know, but...that's forever."
"True, but honestly, without it, wouldn't you feel like, sometimes, eh, screw it, I can do it tomorrow? This way, you really have to. That's kind of the crux of the fantasy."
"True, and it is stupidly hot. He's actually really nice, it could really be fun!"
"That's the hope," I said.
"He'll also want to fuck me, no doubt, after awhile at least."
"Yes, and we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. I don't see why he shouldn't be able to, after we fulfill a good part of the fantasy."
"But still, it's forever, he'll keep that video and he'll always have it over me."
"Ok then, I have an idea. Go to his office after making the video, don't send it, just play it for him. That way it never gets sent. It's only on your phone."
"Yes, that's WAY better, Ok, gotta go, meeting room just opened!"
I didn't hear from her for more than an hour. She called. She was crying.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck I'm so fucking screwed!"
"What? Why?"
"Oh god. I was making the video, like we said..."
"And?"
"There's a bathroom in the back of the conference room, I didn't think anyone was there. I did it, I made the whole thing. I had my tits out and everything...and just after I sent it to you to see."
"Someone was there?"
"Yes! It was Ron, the tall black guy I told you about once."
"Oh fuck, what happened?"
"I nearly screamed, I mean, I'm glad I didn't, so everyone else wasn't alerted. But he came up to me. He had the most wicked smirk on his face. He grabbed my phone out of my hand. I tried to fight him and wrestle it away but he was too strong. He pushed "play" on it and watched and listened to it as I tried to get it away from him the whole time. I could see it was useless, he was tall, he just kept holding it over his head. I started to put my tits back in my dress but he stopped me."
"No, keep those puppies out, I want to see them while I listen to this."
"I was sobbing by this time, pleading for him to give it back to me. He just watched and listened to it, over and over until he was satisfied."
"I must say, this is some good shit," he said, laughing. "Who is this for anyway?"
"I lied, "it's for my boyfriend!" Which isn't really a lie, it's kind of for you, my ex-boyfriend."
"Liar, this is clearly about someone here at the Center. Interesting. This could really be good."
"He started to reach for my tits and I pulled away but he yanked me back by my arms and held my hands behind me and put the other hand over my boobs. He cupped them, and squeezed them, the whole time he had that lewd smile.
"That's it, just give in to it," he smiled. "No need for this to get out of hand. You treat me right, I treat you right, deal?"
