Phonepoint Ch 02

Note from the author.

Hey, sorry this took a while. This is the second part of my first ever story, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. I'd love to hear what you thought worked and what didn't, as well as any suggestions for where this could go in the future. Enjoy.

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Noah had locked himself away in his room for days, the cold blue glow of his computer screen being the only light in the room. Ever since he had sent the video two days ago, he had been plotting, planning, and researching. The last 48 hours had been a blur of blackmail porn and bondage research.

He cracked a wide smile as he finished reading a fictional story of blackmail and control. In it, the blackmailer had taken command of everything in his victim's life. Her clothing, her routine, her relationships, everything. Noah had thought about bondage before, but never really realised that at the root of it, what he craved was control.

The way he saw it, he had a once in a lifetime opportunity to get a beautiful girl under his thumb permanently. There was something about her subtle beauty that made it sweeter. She was a quiet, reserved girl, and what he had in mind would reshape her life.

He wasn't completely sure that his blackmail material was good enough, but he figured he would never get a better chance to try. Besides, if this was going to work on anyone, it would be on someone reserved, who cared about that reputation. Noah decided that he had to go for this, full throttle.

He would go in hard, full blackmail, full submission. She would be resistant to be sure, but... He started to get hard again at the thought of it. Still smiling, he opened up his email and began to draft a message.

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It had been three days since Emily had received the email, and in that time, she had thought of little else. the sender had been blocked somehow, but there was only one person it could have been. It wasn't just a grainy snapchat nude this time. This was a video, HD with audio. It had been cut and edited to remove any sign of her reluctance, and what's more Noah had blurred out his own face. It was just her. Her being fucked, her moaning, her begging to suck his dick.

It arrived a few days after the incident, which she was already feeling like she could never forget. Now, with this video, it seemed certain that she never would. She immediately deleted it after seeing it, knowing that it wouldn't help, but she just didn't want it on her computer.

The video made her look like a slut. Worse, it made her look like a pornstar. This didn't look like a photo taken in secret like before. This didn't even look like someone having sex and being filmed unknowingly. It looked like porn. The Email had been blank, save for the attachment, and Emily's nerves had been shot ever since she received it. The silence was unnerving her.

Right now, her shift was ending. With her now permanently shaky hands she closed the accounts book and left the library where she worked, without so much as a word to any of her co-workers. The walk home seemed to take an eternity.

Emily walked through her front door and went straight to her room, as she had done every day since receiving the video. Its been three days, she reasoned. Maybe he was just teasing me? Maybe he just wanted me to know he could still look at me whenever he wants? Maybe that was the last I'll hear of this.

Emily managed to calm herself slightly with this. All she really needed was to relax, and put this all behind her. She lay in bed for a while, book in hand, but she struggled to focus.

*bing*

Emily's heart leapt into her throat as the screen of her computer lit up, the icon for an incoming email displaying at the bottom right. She steadied herself. She had received several emails the last few days, each making her heart beat faster, scaring her that he might have reached out to her, and each time it had been nothing. Still, she had to make sure.

She struggled to control her breathing as she sat down in the small wooden chair in front of her desk with the computer on it. She forced herself to calm before unlocking the computer and opening up her email. Then she froze

The only unread email sat there. The user was blocked and there were no attachments. All she could see was the subject:

the rules

For a moment, she couldn't breathe. I just won't open it, she thought for a moment. But what if that would make him release that video? She couldn't have that. No way. That would throw her whole life down the drain. What if her parents saw? Oh god...

He's gonna want to fuck me again, she realised. Her breathing became fast and hard as she was sent into a panic. She again tried to calm herself down.

Its ok, she reminded herself. It wasn't that bad, all in all. they will make the same deal, his for an hour, and this time she would make sure there was no recording equipment in the room. She would have to suck him and fuck him, maybe be smacked around a little or tied, and then that would be it. She might even get another orgasm out of it, which truth be told had been perhaps the best she had ever had.

Slightly more confident and resolved at what had to be done, she opened the email. Her face dropped when she saw the length of what was written

The rules

You know who this is. You know what I have. Unless you want any and all family, friends, colleagues, and future employers to have it as well, you will follow these rules from now on.

You must at all times do as I tell you

You must at all times have your phone on your person so that I can be in contact with you as I wish. The phone will always be charged and never be switched off. At night, the ringer will be turned on full to wake you if need be. You must always reply at once.

All hair below the eyebrows must be completely removed every three days.

I am your number one priority. Anything I tell you to do takes absolute precedence over anything else.

You will stick rigidly to the schedule I will outline, which I can alter at any time

New rules can be added any time for any reason.

You will download a running tracker app to your phone, to which I will have the login.

You will install find my friends.

You will at all times refer to me as sir.

Schedule.

This is your daily routine. You will abide by it entirely unless told otherwise.

You will wake at 7am. You will send me one naked full body selfie between 7 and 7:05. I will then select an outfit for you to go on a run. You will run 5 miles. When you return home, you will shower. After the shower I will select an outfit for you to go to work at the library in. I will set you one or more tasks for the day. You clock in at the library at 9am

Your will receive instructions via phone while at the library. Any time without specific instruction is for you to do with as you wish, though the rules are still in place in this time.

After work finishes at 5pm, you will be given further instruction on what to do. You are to wait outside work and await instruction. You will go to bed at 11pm unless told otherwise.

Failure to follow the rules or schedule will result in punishment. Failure to comply with punishment will result in your video being exposed alongside your full name and home address.

You have until 6am tomorrow morning to respond. No response within this time and I will release your video. To keep the video secret, you must get naked, on your knees, and take a full body mirror selfie. You will send it in reply to this email with the caption "I am yours," along with your phone number, skype, and all other logins outlined in the rules and schedule.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Emily sat for a moment, open mouthed as she read. Then she read it again. And again. She couldn't seem to process it. It was like she was trying to solve a maze with no exit. Hot tears filled her eyes as, finally, the words sunk in.

Pornstar or slave. That was no choice at all. She wouldn't have a life if that video was released. She would be mocked forever, employers would laugh her out, she probably wouldn't be able to even keep her job at the library. She had always done well in school, but what good would that do her if she couldn't get a job?

And then there were her parents. Oh god, her parents. Reserved and proud, they wouldn't let her in their house. They may never speak to her again, and even if they did the relationship would never be the same. How could it be, after seeing their naked daughter begging to suck dick. No, they wouldn't be able to take the embarrassment. Just the thought of it made the tears run hot down her cheeks, eyes blurring and head spinning.

But then the alternative.

These were heavy rules. And a schedule. It sounded like what Noah had planned would be 24/7, with no defined end date. Using her again and again, making her do god knows what, and controlling her every move. Just the thought of it made her skin crawl, and the idea of taking that bastard inside of her again didn't bear thinking about.

No. she wouldn't do it. She would say that he made her do it, then leaked the video. In this current me-too climate, she could make people believe her, she knew she could. She would be treated kindly as a victim, and he would probably go to prison. That was better than that piece of shit deserved, she thought.

She wouldn't play his little game, she was certain of it now. She could never get naked and tell him she was his again. It had been too hard the first time. Let him leak it. People will hate him for it, far more than they would hate her. He probably knows that; more likely than not he's bluffing. Emily wiped tears from her cheeks and composed herself. It was getting late, and she decided to go to bed, not even bothering to take off her clothes before getting under the covers.

Emotionally drained, sleep came for her almost at once.

She dreamed that she was with her family, eating dinner. They talked and laughed, but as is the way with dreams Emily couldn't really understand what was going on. She just knew that everyone was happy.

And then they weren't.

The whole family stared at her in a horrified, muted silence. Dread filling her, Emily looked down. She was naked, a clothes peg hanging from each nipple, and glistening ropes of cum falling across her chest. The cum seemed to come from nowhere, splashing across her face and chest, filling her mouth, stinging at her eyes.

Then, she wasn't sat at the table anymore. She was bent over it, the hard leather of a belt wrapped around her throat. A thrust took her from behind, deep and hard, filling her up, as her family looked on, horrified looks on their faces. As the thrusting sped up, and Emily was being fucked hard and fast on the table, her family started to back away, and she knew in that moment that if they left, they would never come back. She tried to call out to them, to tell them to stop, but the words wouldn't come. She felt a complete sense of hopelessness as her family, still horrified, faded into the fog of a broken dream.

Then she was alone, completely alone, lying on the table. Cum was smearing from her naked body onto the surface of a pure white tablecloth. It was then that she began to cry.

Emily woke with a start, the cold sweat on her forehead cast blue in the low light of her bedroom. She was breathing heavily, and the sweat had plastered some of her sleek black hair to her face. They couldn't know. She couldn't let her family know, or they would leave her. But what if it was too late?

Emily checked her phone. It was 4:41am. There was still time. With the sudden clarity of fear that only a nightmare could provide, Emily went back to her computer, reading the email again. It was a long list, and complicated, but the dream had made her terrified that the video would lose her her family. They had always been close, and now the decision didn't seem like a decision at all. As unpleasant as it may be, she had to give Noah what he wanted. He would probably get bored of fucking her in a few weeks anyway.

She turned on the bedroom light and let out a long, calming breath, and set to downloading the apps Noah had asked for on her phone. As she signed up to each one, she noted down the login details on a piece of paper. It was almost 5 am when she finished. Now for the hard part.

Emily undressed quickly and unceremoniously, not daring to take the time to think about what she was doing. She felt dissociated, almost as though she were in a trance. She pulled her shirt over her head and her jeans down in almost one motion. Her underwear quickly followed.

She was stood there naked, and she shivered gently. Her nipples stiffened against the cold. This was all starting to feel very real. In less than two hours, that boy would take complete control of her. She would be at his mercy. Emily felt the tears start to come again. This wasn't fair, she hadn't done anything wrong and yet she was completely trapped.

Its ok, she told herself. Just do as he says.

She went to her knees in front of the full-length mirror. The mental effort of it was almost too much, as she looked at herself, kneeling like a pet. Her black hair was tied up in a messy bun as it always was, even when she slept. The red welts on her breasts from her first session with Noah were mostly gone, but there was still a hint of them if you looked closely. Her D cup breasts looked full in the mirror, and her wide hips made the sides of her arse visible even viewed straight on. Her glasses, the only thing she wore, caught the light from the ceiling.

She was pale skinned, as she always had been, and slightly heavier than she had been in her track days. Her stomach was still flat, but didn't look muscled in the way that it used to, and she now had long creases where her thigh joined her hip as she knelt, an area that had previously been rock hard.

Kneeling down and sat back on her heels, Emily arched her back inwards slightly. This made her stomach flatter and her tits higher. Her knees were ever so slightly apart, giving a sparing view at what was between her legs, and the neat strip of dark hair above. He would like this, she thought. No sense making him angry, as he seemed to hold all of the cards. She wasn't going to give him any reason to punish her. A way out would appear to her eventually, but for now she had to play the game.

She took the photo and then slipped on a fluffy blue dressing gown, her face reddening as she inspected the photo. That would do. Sitting down in front of her computer, she opened up a reply to the email and typed in all the information he had asked for, before attaching the photo. The next bit was the hardest. Emily sat there looking at the computer screen, knowing what he wanted to hear but was almost unable to do it. With shaking fingers, she reached for the keyboard and typed out those three damning words. "I am yours."

There was whoosh as the email sent. Emily sat at the computer then, not quite sure what to do. Noah had told her she had to get up at 7am and then send him a naked photo. That was less than two hours away, and she hadn't slept well. she doubted she could sleep now though, she was all nerves and adrenaline, the indecision of weather she had made the right decision weighed heavy in her.

It was then that her phone buzzed. With a heavy sense of dread, she opened it up and looked at the text. Unsurprisingly, it came from a blocked number.

Congratulations on a good decision, I think you'll find this to be a mutually beneficial agreement.

As this is the first day of our agreement, the shaving of your body hair will begin now. I expect it to be all gone by the time you send me your 7am photo.

In the 7am photo today, you will be on your hands and knees facing away from the mirror. You will take the photo with your phone over your left shoulder, while looking back at your ass.

I suggest that you commit all of the rules to memory, as well as your routine.

I remind you that any failure or refusal to as I say will result in punishment, and refusal to submit to punishment will result in the exposition of your video.

Until 7

N

Emily swallowed hard. Her throat was still a little sore when she swallowed from Noah's dick being thrust into it four days earlier. The message hadn't been all that different to what she had expected, but even so it sent shivers down her spine, making her feel exposed despite the thick fluffy dressing gown that covered her fully. Fully shaved before 7am, she thought. No sense in delaying, I can sleep after if there's time enough to be worth it.

Careful not to wake anyone up, she tiptoed from her bedroom along the upstairs hallway to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and gathered up her shaving stuff as she waited for it to heat up. Her small neat patch of pubes would have to go, as would the light stubble under her arms. She had shaved her legs just a couple days ago, and doubted there was enough hair to be seen in a photo, especially at the angle Noah had described, but it didn't seem worth taking the chance. Emily shaved every hair below her eyebrows, just as she had been instructed.

Once out the shower, she started to towel herself dry, enjoying the smooth feel of her legs as she did so. As she dried, she couldn't help but feel proud of how silky smooth her legs seemed. Wrapping herself up in the dressing gown once more, she went back to her room as silently as she had emerged, closing the door softly.

Time was passing faster than it seemed, and when she checked her phone, she saw that it was already 6am. Just a quick sleep, she thought. Emily set her alarm for 7 and shrugged of the dressing gown, not really expecting to be able to sleep at all, but the emotional weight of the last few days still weighed heavy on her, and she slept almost at once. Thankfully, this sleep was dreamless.

At precisely 7, the alarm went off. This time, Emily woke up groggily and slowly. She sat in bed a moment, confused as to why her alarm was set so early. Then it all came rushing back to her. Already naked and still dazed from her poor sleep, she recalled that she had to send a photo. Tears started to well in her eyes but she fought them back. No, she thought. I'm better than this.

She went on her hands and knees to the floor, facing away from the mirror as instructed. She took the photo over her shoulder, feeling awkward as she looked back into the mirror at her full round arse, before looking back to her phone to inspect the photo's quality.

The lighting was poor, but the pose was right. Her wide hips and ample arse were most of what could be seen of her. Her face looked as tired as it felt, and between her legs was visible a slither of glistening pink, smooth and young. Emily lay back on her bed a moment, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she attached the photo to a text, almost tired enough to not be embarrassed of the slutty photo. She let out a loud, long yawn, and her eyelids became heavy.

She snapped her eyes open. 7:03. Quickly, she hit send on the text to the unknown number and waited patiently for a reply.

The reply came faster than she would have expected.

Good girl.

Your posing could use some work, but not bad for a first try.

Now put on what you would expect to wear on a run and send me a mirror selfie. You have three minutes.