I was curious and started looking around different websites and blogs. I guess you could say I have some fetishes. Everyone likes what they like. For me, it's a woman in heels. I'm not sure why I like it, but I just do. And it's not just all about the heels. It's heels, skirts, legs. It's a look. Outside of heels, I'd say I'm dominant. I love to push a woman to her sexual boundaries.
Looking at one of the websites I noticed a woman in my area. Her picture was sensual and erotic. It was a black and white photo. I couldn't see her face but I could see her body. Her body was very fit. She looked like she had an athletic build. She said she was in her early forties, but her body looked like one of a twenty-year-old.
She went by the name of Poison Ivy. She listed out things she liked and disliked. She defined herself as submissive. I am dominant, but my experience with BDSM had been limited. I sent her a friend request and a message saying hello.
About a day later Poison Ivy replied. We began to talk. After a while we moved the conversation to Snapchat. We exchanged pictures. She sent me a few pics of her in lingerie. I told her about my liking of a woman in heels. She mentioned needing to take a picture of herself in heels.
Our conversation went on a few days, but we seemed to be stuck as message buddies rather than anything else. I thought she was hot. I liked her. I wanted more. I thought on how to move things off of just chatting online. I looked again at her profile. What grabbed my attention was her liking consensual non consensual sex. I paused on that for a moment. I think a good number of women like this, but this is harder to pull off than it seems. There is a fine line, and it takes a good amount of trust by both.
I briefly asked her about the topic. She said it turned her on. My mind went wild at that point. I began to search for a way I could get this started.
Poison Ivy worked from home. In speaking with her she mentioned her job. I put two and two together and realized who she was in person. When you meet someone online, there is a level of anonymity. I did a little research and was able to connect some dots.
After putting everything together all the info I could find, I figured out where she worked. I also found out the names of a few key contacts at her office. All that was left was to make my move.
Poison Ivy and I were chatting on Snapchat one day and I figured the time was right. It was now or never. So I went for it.
"How are you today?" I asked.
"I'm good. Work has been busy. How are you?" She asked.
"I'm good. How long have you been working at your job again?" I asked.
"Not long, maybe a year." She answered.
"I've been meaning to ask you, I think I know the company you work for?" I said.
"Really? Why do you think that?" She asked.
"Well, there are only about three or four firms that do what you do, it might be a guess, but I think I know which one it is." I told her.
"Well, you are not going to tell all my sexy secrets are you?" Poison Ivy joked.
"Probably not." I said.
"Do you really know where I work?" She asked again.
"Yes, I do. I actually know your boss." I told her.
"Oh my gosh, this is embarrassing." She said.
"Don't be embarrassed. It's all okay. I probably won't say anything." I said.
"Probably? What is the probably talk?" She asked.
"I'm taking it you don't want me to say anything?" I asked.
"No, I'm private, I don't want my employer or boss knowing anything like what we have been discussing. You will keep it all between us, right?" Poison Ivy asked.
"I like this, it sounds like you really are worried I might say something." I told her.
"Yes, I am worried. I don't want any of this getting out. That's why I don't have any face pics on my profile." She said.
"I understand, no need to worry." I said.
"Thank you, you had me worried for a moment." She said.
"No need to worry, as long as you do what I want, I'll keep your secret." I told her.
"Do what you want? What do you mean by that?" She asked.
"Exactly, as long as you do what I want, I will not tell. That sounds fair." I said.
"Are you joking?" She asked.
"No, I'm serious, I'll think on what I want and let you know." I said.
"No, I'm not doing anything. This is crazy." She said.
"Okay, well next time I contact you, I will tell you what I want. You can either do it, or risk me exposing your sexy little secrets to your boss." I said.
A full day went by and I had not reached out to Poison Ivy. I was letting her think on the situation. To be honest I was worried that the consensual non consensual idea might have been missed. It was hard to tell if I was really blackmailing her or if it was all good fun.
"Are you ready?" I messaged her.
"Ready? Ready for what?" She asked.
"Are you ready to do what I want." I told her.
"I don't know about this." She said.
"Okay, well, I'll give you thirty minutes to think on it. All I want to hear back from you is that you are ready. If not, I'll contact your boss and see how that goes. It's your move." I said.
"I'm ready." Poison Ivy said after about twenty minutes.
"Good. Then let's get started." I told her. "First, tell me what you are wearing."
"I'm wearing a t-shirt and leggings. I work from home, so I'm not really dressed up." She answered.
"Are you wearing any panties?" I asked.
"I am not, just the leggings. I do have on a bra, I had a zoom meeting earlier." She answered.
"Are you home alone?" I asked.
"Yes." She answered.
"I want to see you in heels." I told her.
"Okay, like right now?" She asked.
"Yes, right now. Go out some on and take a pic." I said.
"I can't, I'm working right now." She said.
"Well, that's not how this works. I say I want something and you do it. If not, I go to your boss. Understand?" I said.
"Okay, okay. I'll put in some heels and send you a pic." She said.
A few minutes went by and I received a picture. It was of some five inch black heels. The picture was a close up of the bottom of her legs, showing mainly just the heels. I could see the leggings in the picture.
"Here you go." She said after sending the picture.
"Well, those are some sexy heels, but I wanted to see you in the heels, not just the heels. I want another picture but this time not a close up." I said.
A few minutes went by and I received a second picture. This time is was a full body selfie, and she was wearing the heels.
"Is that better?" She asked.
"It is, yes. Your ass looks amazing in those leggings. I love the leggings and heels look, but I want to see you in nothing but the heels." I said.
"So completely nude? Wearing only these heels?" She asked.
"Yes!" I answered.
About five minutes went by. I was wondering if she backed out.
"Okay, here you go. I suck at taking selfie's. I'm sure if I had a professional photographer it would look much better." She said.
I received a picture of her wearing only the heels. She was standing in front of a mirror, she had one hand covering her pussy and the other arm across her breasts. She had the phone in her hand covering her breasts to take the picture. She looked amazing in only heels. It was actually sexier that she covered up. There was an innocence about the picture.
"You have a great body. You look so hot in those heels." I told her.
"Thanks, like I said, it's not like I'm a professional photographer or anything." She said.
"What's your address?" I asked her.
"Why do you ask that?" She said.
"I want to know." I told her.
Poison Ivy gave me her address reluctantly. I could tell she was nervous about it.
"I want you to go out on the sexiest, skimpiest dress you can find." I told her.
"Okay." She replied.
I walked up to her front door and knocked. I could hear her heels on the hardwood floor as she walked up to open it.
"Hi." I said as she opened the door.
"Hey." She replied. "Would you like to come in?"
I entered the front door and found she had a very nice house. I followed her into the main living room. I noticed she was wearing a very tight black dress.
"I like your dress." I commented.
"Thank you. I'm glad you like it. So what brings you over." She asked.
"Pictures!" I replied.
"Pictures?" She asked.
"Yes, I'm here to help you with some pictures." I told her.
"Okay, what type of pictures?" She asked.
"Sexy pictures. Ones for you to be able to use on your profile page. So you don't have to go with just a mirror selfie." I said.
"I see. I do need some pictures." She commented.
"Let's get started then. How about right here in the living room to start. Maybe you can sit on the couch." I suggested.
Poison Ivy sat on the couch. I used my phone to take the picture and a filter. The first poses were very basic. She sat on the couch, crossed legs. They were sexy, but not provocative.
"Are these good?" She asked.