The Anonymous Blackmailer Ch 05

The Anonymous Blackmailer Ch 5

The blackmailer keeps training Terry and Eve.

© 2024, all rights reserved to the author Flynn99

[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 that the blackmailer had arranged, but who also was training him on how to do D/s scenes while she'd made him submit. Both Terry and Eve are terrified about what's coming next, and intensely concerned about who's blackmailing them and why.]

*Thursday*

Eight leather cuffs with chains and carabiners, a blindfold, a flogger, a dildo, a paddle, a vibrator, nipple clamps, a set of pinwheels (the box says "Wartenberg wheels"), and all sorts of other paraphernalia are in the canvas bag. I laugh: the mysterious mistress called it a bag of 'party favors.'

And there's also a shiny metal buttplug with a tag on it: snapped on with a rubber band, a handwritten note says, "this gift is from me" and has a little heart on it. Huh. That must've been the one she used on me. I sniff it: yep, it is! She didn't clean it very well. Man, it felt so much bigger in my mouth and ass. True to her word, she gave me the cock cage keys and her card. "Mistress Kara" with a website. I definitely am going to look this site up to see her picture. Well, maybe after this ordeal is done. If it's ever done...

I grab the keys and pull down my pants to unlock the damn cage when my cellphone goes off.

It's a text from a faked number called "dommed if you did." Clever. It's from IT - we call our blackmailer 'IT' because we don't know if IT is a he or a she... and it's dehumanizing, which is what IT deserves. A little petty rebellion maybe.

"NO!"

First time I ever saw capitalization or punctuation in a text from IT.

After waiting for the three bouncing balls - bouncing like my heart:

"its 4 sandy ur exkyus 4 not fucking her <eggplant><splash><taco> giv her key <key> n make up story y <book> ur undr lock now <key> it's a idea <lightbulb>"

And that's all I get from IT.

Later, Sandy calls me in the early evening.

"Hey, babe. I miss you! How's my favorite hot Michelangelo?"

"Oh, babe." If only I could tell you...

"I'm doing okay. Didn't get much painting done today... I miss you!"

And exactly how will I explain a cock cage? I really love Sandy. I think this is the one. Eve is just something else - like another world. And Eve is married. If I ever get out of this, I may ask Sandy to marry me. I have to be so careful...

"Awww... miss you too, Daddy. I've really wanted you. My <taco> is itching for more filling! <eggplant>"

I may never be able to get over my new reaction to emojis after IT abuses them. But what do I do about this cock cage and my denial: IT has been denying me for a week... which is also denying Sandy. Still, since this has started, I've got her off twice anyway: once, I think, spectacularly and over and over. But I don't think she understands why I haven't given her the gift of Big Terry. How do I weasel now? Should I give her the key and tell her I'm denying myself? She's about as kinky as white bread - she'd never understand...

But while I consider what to say next, she comes back with more.

"But, I'm so sorry. Mom has an issue - someone hit her car and I have to go over to Brownsville and help her straighten things out. She's fine - just property stuff. Stuffed my taco with eggplant is going to have to wait until tomorrow. 'Family emergency.' I'm so sorry."

Why is it a relief not to see my hot girlfriend tonight?

"Oh no! Glad she's fine. Can I help?"

"I don't know how. It's more about emotional support right now. I love you so much I can't wait to see you, touch you, kiss you all over - bask in your presence. I want my MAN! Sorry - gotta run now. Love you, horn dog! <heart>"

"Love you!" I can't bring myself to do an emoji right now.

Then from that other chat: "sandy ok <red question mark>"

IT knows everything. "Yeah... she's just got to see her mother tonight. Guess I don't need this excuse anymore, do I? Can I take it off?"

"wear it it looks good <thumbs up> Got ur picutres <camera><camera> looks good u hav good time, ass slut <panting face> learn alot <diploma>"

Fuck. Now I have to say it. IT will know if I'm lying. IT knows everything. "Yes. Fuck. It may have been the best sensual experience I've ever had. And for both sides of dom-sub, I learned a lot. 'A lot' is two words, by the way!" I stop to look at it before I hit send.

Balance, Terry

. I remove the snarky sentence at the end then hit send. No point in ticking IT off: my life is at stake.

"r u gonna tell sandy <zipper face> whut woud she think <drool face>"

"She'd kill me, drag me through the dirt, disrespect me for the rest of my life and might even try to have me committed. She's not into any of this. Please, please don't pull her into this."

"she uses ur <computer> when ur not home n she waches pron <eyeballs><splash> u don no her <surprised face> look at yr <letter> I sent links <chain> this wut she waches <surprised face>"

Sure enough. There's mail from the CIA on my personal account: it's links to particular videos on porn sites. I breathe deeply - is this right? Ethical? Should I be spying on her? I trust her! I go to the kitchen and toss a frozen pizza in the oven while I'm thinking about it. So, I'd actually be doing her a favor, right? To see into her mind, maybe I can be a better partner to her... a better lover. Learn what she really fantasizes about. This could be a gift for us! It could make us more-strongly bonded. Maybe she's into kinky positions or something. By the time I finish half the pizza, I'm dying of curiosity - and I've talked myself into it.

I open the first video on the list which is on a well-known porn site. It starts tame enough... a guy picking up a girl from the street, but soon he has her tied up in a basement, suspended from the ceiling. It's made me so hard, I rush to the kitchen and get an ice bag to calm down my prisoner and go back to finish watching. Sandy watches this stuff? All-told, the domination is not rough. There is sensuality and even some loving touch. Affirmative words. The actress warms to his attentions, looking longingly at him as he forces her to admit her deepest desires. The tormenter then fulfills her wishes... spanking, ruthless tickling as he rubs his hands over her whole body constantly. Eventually, he uses a huge vibrator and brings her nearly to orgasm. He stops and teases, teases her body, then does it again. And eventually, she's begging him for release and he seems to be about to give it to her, when the screen blacks with a few words "see the whole movie at..." and some for-pay porn site.

But something about this rings so true. The girl made a weird comment about wanting her orgasm, "bring me the tsunami, daddy!" and Sandy has made that exact same comment. It can't be coincidence.

Even forcing my erection down, I'm incredibly turned on. I keep watching the whole list, stopping for breath occasionally. Most of them are similar - bondage, domination. Female subs. I'm surprised and kinda flattered that the tormentors often look similar to me, though sometimes older. Nothing truly cruel in the videos and lots of mind games. The woman is usually forced into some sex scenario... blowing, fucking, anal. And usually, she seems to love it.

A couple more times, there are random comments that have found their way into our discussions; I have to believe it: the list is curated to Sandy's tastes. She watches this!

But does she like to fantasize, or would she really enjoy doing it?

Then I beat myself for missing this side of her desires. How could I have been so blind - so presumptuous - as to miss it? I have just assumed so much about her because of all the things we never actually said.

We need to work on our communication!

As this session goes on, I keep looking at the title words embedded in the links at the end of the list, thinking ahead, but I still watch them methodically, one at a time. I see it, there are three videos at the end with names including the word "cuckquean."

Once I get down the list, I watch them, and, yes: she watches the cuckquean scenarios. 'Cuckquean' means a woman watching 'her' man fuck another woman. In one, a wife is sucking off her husband, but eventually, it turns out she has set up an encounter with another woman who she brings in; she masturbates while watching them. In another video, the woman walks in and finds it going on between her husband and the babysitter; she is verbally humiliated by the husband and his lover, but eventually joins in to try to save her marriage. In the last one, the wife is tied to a chair, gagged and forced to watch as the man fucks the other woman, but he keeps looking at the wife: it's not clear what's going on there: maybe he's tormenting her, or maybe he's checking in for permission and ensuring she's okay. But at the end, after finishing with the cuckcake, he comes over to his tied wife and gets her off too.

My phone and that infernal beep - startles me. "yr ice melted <water drops> hot huh <fire> did u know sandy a slut <lips>"

Of course, IT knows what I just saw. IT knows everything.

"Yeah. Wow."

Maybe I'm being set up. Maybe IT is plotting to ruin my relationship too. But somehow, when I look back, I do see submissive tendencies in Sandy. She's eager to please. She likes when I say positive things. She prefers positions in bed which would make her feel more... taken. More owned. Is this why? Is she afraid to tell me? Oh, my god: she calls me 'Daddy' sometimes! I always thought it was an inside joke: but maybe she was trying to crack the wall. Maybe she doesn't know how to talk to me about this?

Maybe me thinking she's vanilla was shading how I perceived her. Damn, I always thought I was approachable, why didn't she talk to me about it? But, yeah, it's hard to talk about this for fear you'll ruin your relationship. After all, I admit that I didn't tell her either; I've just repressed my kink side and assumed a life of vanilla.

Did IT just do me a favor?

Damn

- when I think about it, I remember - that's right! She loved when we saw that movie about the rich guy and BDSM. She said it was for the love story, but she fucked me like an animal that night.

It's true. Wow. Sandy has a freak flag and she hasn't let it fly with me yet.

I have weird dreams all night... very sexual dreams. If I weren't caged, I would've had wet dreams.

***

*Friday*

Morning and my now-usual morning wake up text.

"2day go 2 work b good <angel> 2nite u will be bad <devil> very bad"

Go to work wearing a cock cage? I don't know how much painting I'm going to get done with that distraction...

And I wonder: what's happening with Eve...?

***

Happily, Ben, my husband, went to bed early last night and made no demands on me that I couldn't fulfill because I'm being denied. He went to bed early since he has an early day at work today. So, I awaken alone.

I dreamt about yesterday: a terrifying day being forced to expose myself and be humiliated in front of clients at work. The dreams weren't nightmares though. They were erotic dreams.

I'm laying in bed trying to wake up, haven't even brushed my teeth yet, when, oh no, not again: my phone is announcing a message.

After yesterday, I am yet more horny and still denied. IT knows everything. Why did we have to install all these damn surveillance cameras all over the house? Maybe I could jill off in the bathroom, but somehow, I think IT would know that too.

It's a text from 'nowyuralez'

"wuz it hot <tongue face><taco> How do u feel 2day" Then the blackmailer sends me back the picture of my face buried in Dr. Lundquist's pussy. And IT sends me another copy, photoshopped with my eyes wider yet. And then another one with my eyes crossed... as if I'm having an

aheago

orgasm.

I know I have to answer the question honestly. IT will know if I don't.

"I am so ashamed of myself. I was humiliated. But, yes, it was a weird thrill. I didn't want to tell you that but I know I have to. Being made to submit to the woman doctor was hot as fuck."

And suddenly, I realize that submitting to IT is also making me hot. What's wrong with me?

"gud u r not telling Ben <shocked face>whut wood he say <thinking face>"

"Oh, god! Ben would divorce me. Please don't bring him into this. Please? I'd say I'll do anything, but you already know that anyway. Look, I'm being a good girl!"

'Good girl'? Man, I am letting my submissive freak flag fly now that it's released!

"good gurl <female child> maybe he likes it <thinking face> terrys gf duz <panting face>"

Terry's girlfriend - is it 'Sandy'? Does... what? Likes licking pussies?

"No, I know my husband. He's normal. If anything, he's submissive; he's attentive, caring. He wouldn't get off on it. He would be devastated. He's innocent! He didn't do anything. Please, please... I love him, he loves me. At least leave me that." Hmm... I'm innocent too, but I don't feel as if I am anymore.

"for now <clock> we wll see <eyeballs> go 2 work no pantys dress like slut <stiletto><lips> but pack ur most slutty nitie <bikini> bring pckge that outside yr door. <gift> 2nite going to be hot <flame> go at 5"

Oh, god. What is in store for me?

There is, indeed, a package outside our front door, containing a huge dog collar and an elaborate white masquerade mask. At least I thought it was a dog collar, but on second thought, I don't think so: it's for me?

I spend a distracting day doing office work, trying to keep my too-short skirt from riding up and flashing my co-workers. Having issues with breathing so I don't pop the buttons open on my too-tight blouse. Walking in these damn heels. Getting a lot of strange looks and hiding behind my monitor as much as possible.

Mary, my best work friend, asks what is going on with me, and I tell her I lost a bet at home. She laughs.

Would she laugh if she knew the truth?

And I could swear that I saw Tanya smirk at me today. Could it be her?

Again, I have to do my walk of shame through the office a few times to the ladies' room - to wipe my juices before they leak down my leg.

I've had a couple good telesales today and catch up on my paperwork from being out so long yesterday - two sales then too! And Dr Lundquist sent a complimentary note to my boss, with kudos for my 'outstanding performance.'

Finally, the day ends. I leave promptly at 5:00 and sit in my car wondering what I need to do. At 5:05, my cell chimes with instructions from "Uber guides":

"drive 2 springfield <car>"

Hmmmpf. First time a whole text was spelled correctly. Springfield is an hour and a half away! Frustrated, I drive to the city. My excuse is already done: I told Ben I was going to have a late meeting tonight and not to wait up for me.

Maybe he'll find out when the police arrest me.

I stop along the way for gas and grab a bite to eat on the road. I'm not hungry, but I have to keep up my strength. Yeah, I'm so nervous that eventually, my stomach says, 'no' and it goes in the trash. And as I enter Springfield, IT pings me an address. I put it in my maps.

Oh, fuck: maps says it's "adult entertainment" called "The Office."

I guess I wasn't lying. I told Ben I'd be late at the office. And I will. That must be the point of the name.

As I pull up, the nefarious scheme is clear. On the billboard, it says "Friday Night is Amateur Nite: $250 Prize! 7:00."

Oh.

I'm going to be a stripper. My heart sinks. Then, interestingly, it flutters...

And I feel a warm rush inside. Wow: does some primal part of me actually like the idea? IT's going to make me strip in public and it's making me hot?

At least IT picked a club where no one I know will be here. This

might

be... fun...?

"good ur ther <map pointer> im sure you kno what to do <dress><bikini><mask><dancing woman> hurry ur late <running man>"

I go inside nervously. The bag of lingerie and the masquerade mask make sense now. I talk to the receptionist who's really nice. The lobby might look like one that belongs in any theatre, if it weren't for the monitor showing porn right behind her. She helps me understand what's happening and sends me to a room to change "quickly" and wait with the other girls because it's close to 7:00.

On the way out of the lobby, I see an "attention" sign on the wall. It's a notice that this club stage is live-streamed to a paying audience and by entering, you give permission to be broadcast over the web. Fuck. That must be why IT picked this place - IT's able to watch.

I go into the waiting room. The other girls are fluffing and getting ready: showing their stuff. It is a competition, after all, and not camaraderie that drives them. They're trying to throw each other off their confidence.

I pick a table and start to undress. "Has anyone else done this before?"

One of them laughs "Ha! The old slut is a virgin!" They all laugh. They're trying to get me to lose my nerve. My pussy is so wet, I'm dripping. This is humiliating. And exciting. I look around to find tissues and nonchalantly rub them all over my body, but sneak between my legs as if it's just a part of this.

I am so screwed...

"No problem, sweetie! Just shake your ass and show 'em what you got! If there's someone sitting at the stage, they love to have tits, ass, whatever shoved in their face. Milk 'em for tips. Fuck 'em with your eyes: you'll get more. And smile for the cameras!"

"Thanks...?"

I'm glad this lingerie set has panties. I put them on and order myself not to make them wet. Then I throw on the white masquerade mask from the package that was on my doorstep this morning. Way too quickly, something makes a chiming sound out on the floor and one of the girls says, "Hurry up, the show is about to start!"

We're shuffled out onto the stage where the announcer is making a big deal about the show. The place is pretty packed, but the guys there all seem like they're in a drug-induced stupor. Have they ever seen women when they're at a male review strip club? Women are rowdy, but that's how we're being supportive! Men act bored.

As he announces our stage names, we parade across it. I figure, if I'm going to do this, I may as well do it right. With the help of my high heel shoes, I strut, wiggling my butt as much as possible. My stage name is Ice Queen - hey, not great, but I only had two seconds to think of something: I just thought back to meeting Terry in the cold park and also my white sparkly mask.

I'm glad I don't have to talk. I know my voice would be shaky because I'm terrified.

I get some polite applause, just like for the others.

We're shuffled off the stage as the announcer keeps talking while the stage lights start rotating. I take a quick look back, wanting to really see what was happening since I was so caught up in the moment before. There's a semicircle stage with a pole in the middle, tables around and seats right up against the edge and...

Oh, Shit! I see something and it's like a camera in my head zooms in - Terry is on a stage-front seat staring at me with an apologetic, goofy grin on his face! I would ask what he's doing here, but of course I know why... same reason I'm here.