Author's note: This is the continuing story about a shy young wife exploring her submissive desires, under coercion at first, then with greater enthusiasm as the story progresses. It is a fantasy, set in a fictional world where there is no risk of STDs, and there is no downside to casual sex with multiple partners... As I said, fantasy. Don't try this at home.
Chapter Four: Sara's Enslavement
On Thursday morning of the first week in April, Sara was at her desk, at work. The department secretary brought her a large Fed Ex envelope.
"This just came in, Fed Ex," the secretary explained. "It must be important. Were you expecting anything?"
Sara took the envelope, examining it with curiosity. "No, I wasn't, but thank you, Louise."
Sara opened the envelope as Louise left her office. Inside, there was only a second envelope, also sealed. It was marked "Personal and Confidential: For Your Eyes Only. Open in Private."
Intrigued, Sara closed the door to her office, then extracted the inner envelope. When she opened it, she was immediately horrified to see large, glossy, color pictures of herself, naked and bound.
Her face blushing hotly, Sara stared in shock at the compromising pictures. They were obviously the photos McCafferty had taken of her as she lay, bound and helpless, in the hotel suite in San Francisco. In them, she was naked for the world to see.
Sara's heart was racing. She felt faint.
The first picture showed her laying on her back, her legs spread wide for the camera. This was obviously the one McCafferty had taken before she realized what was going on. In it, white cum was oozing out of her pussy, drooling thickly down toward her ass. Her pussy was red and swollen, flowered open. It was quite obvious she had just been recently fucked. Her tits were plainly visible, thrust prominently upward by the way her hands were bound beneath her, her nipples turgidly erect. Her upper body was flushed red from her recent orgasm, and her eyes were closed. Sara's face showed a smile of relaxed satisfaction. It would be obvious, to anyone who saw this picture, that Sara had been well-fucked, and thoroughly pleasured.
There were other pictures, as well. Some had obviously been taken after Sara had become aware that she was being photographed. They showed her squirming helplessly, futilely trying to twist so as to protect her modesty. Instead, they accentuated her nudity and helplessness, and captured her dismayed reaction to being photographed.
Others must have been taken from a concealed video recorder, Sara realized. They showed different parts of the drama that had played out between Sara and Scott McCafferty, showing her being bound and stripped, forced to suck his dick, and finally, the bondage sex at the end. In all, there were about 15 different pictures, all blatantly pornographic, leaving nothing to the imagination. McCafferty's face had been cropped-out or pixelated in each, but Sara's face was always clearly visible. There was no doubt it was her.
There was a typed note inside. Sara stuffed the pictures back into the envelope, hoping to hide them, as she read what it said.
"Sara,
If you don't want these pictures made public, you will follow these instructions exactly."
Sara paused in her reading, tears filling her eyes as she realized she was being blackmailed. How could he do this? It was two weeks since the incident in the hotel. Sara had not seen McCafferty since then. She had thought that he understood that what had happened between them had to be a one-time event. She was trembling, on the verge of hyperventilating.
"Oh my God!" she thought. "Oh... My... God!"
Fighting back the panic that threatened to overwhelm her, Sara continued to read.
"Tomorrow, Friday, come to the Exit 26 Park-N-Ride. Come alone. Be there at precisely 11:30 AM. There will be a black Mercedes parked in the extreme North East corner of the lot. Park and lock your car, then get in the front passenger seat of the Mercedes. Bring this envelope with you. Heed this warning; do not attempt to resist."
Sara read the letter again, and this time, the tears came out. Blackmail! She was being blackmailed. It just couldn't be happening...
But it was.
Sara put everything back into the envelope and hid it in her briefcase. She tried to work, but it was difficult to focus. She kept thinking about what she could do, but she could see no way out. She just couldn't risk those pictures getting out. She could see no other way to ensure that didn't happen but to do as McCafferty was demanding.
The Exit 26 Park-N-Ride was a commuter lot off the main interstate, not too far away. Sara realized she would have to go there and do whatever McCafferty demanded. He would probably demand sex, she thought. She didn't want to cheat again, but what choice did she have? She would be absolutely devastated if those pictures got out.
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The next day, Sara pulled into the Exit 26 Park-N-Ride at 11:25. The black Mercedes was there, at the far corner of the lot, just where the note had told her to expect it. Sara pulled up beside it and parked her car. Inside the car, Sara could see McCafferty waiting, impeccably dressed in his business suit.
Sara got out of her car, locked it, and moved over to the Mercedes, taking the envelope of blackmail photographs with her.
As soon as she got in and closed the door behind her, McCafferty addressed her.
"Hello, Sara."
"Mr. McCafferty," Sara began, "please don't make me do this."
McCafferty cut her off.
"Sara... while you are here with me today, you will address me as 'Master Scott.' You will also not speak unless asked a direct question. Do you understand?"
Sara's breath caught and she felt her face blushing hotly. What could she do? If she addressed McCafferty as he demanded, she would be handing him the power he sought over her. She would be openly submitting to him, acknowledging that he was, indeed, her master. But she knew he had the power to ruin her. If those pictures ever got out, her life would be over.
"Yes, Master Scott," Sara breathed. "I understand."
"Very well," McCafferty acknowledged. "Now, hand me the pictures."
Sara submissively passed him the envelope, saying nothing.
McCafferty casually opened the envelope and removed the stack of pictures.
"They came out quite well, you know," McCafferty commented. "I particularly like this one." He held one up so Sara could see it.
Despite herself, Sara's eyes were drawn to the pornographic image. It was the one from the top of the pile, the one showing her laying on her back, her legs spread wide, cum oozing out of her pussy.
Sara's face burned with embarrassment as McCafferty carefully studied the photo.
"I like the way this shot captures your absolute serenity after being so soundly fucked," McCafferty noted. "It's only a still picture, but it clearly conveys that you've just had a massive orgasm, and your blissful smile shows how much you have enjoyed yourself."
