She visited that store almost once a month. A large clothing store for women. She had no idea what was going to happen. How could she? Right now, months later. Sweaty and naked, expecting, blindfolded. Standing right in front of a hotel bed, in the room she rented because he said so. Breathing slowly. A soft breeze touching her skin, a little cold but not enough for her to get dressed again and leave. It all started in that store. She didn’t know how much she would enjoy it. At the start she was furious.
It was two days after one of her visits to that clothing store that she received a note. “I have pictures of you”. That’s all it was written. She almost called the cops, but to say what? It didn’t really say anything. One day later, a picture of her, she was leaving the store, and another piece of paper. “I liked the blue one, get that one”. *The blue one?* It was about the navy blue skirt she almost bought. Sunday afternoon, note with a phone number. “Text me.” *I can’t…could I?*
She didn’t text. Not yet. But she went back to the store and got herself the blue skirt. *Why? No clue.* It really did look good. She put it on as soon as she got home. And she couldn’t stop herself from texting. “**I got the skirt.**” Five minutes passed. *So, that is that. I don’t know why I did it.* A reply. “I know. Send me a picture of you wearing it” *Oh no!* She ignored it. Another message “Send it or I will show your boss that video. The one in the hotel.” *It can’t be.*
A few weeks ago, she spent the night in a hotel with a coworker. A married coworker. The boss’ son in law. It would ruin her life. She took the picture with the skirt and sent it. “Don’t hide, I want to see your face in the picture”. She sent another one. “Take off your bra and play with your nipples, I want them to look hard through the blouse”. *I shouldn’t.* She did. “Good, let’s talk again tomorrow. Now go make yourself cum thinking about this, you know you want to do it”. She had to know more “**Don’t leave, what do you want? Leave me alone! Please!**” No reply. At least for now.
“You told me not to leave and to leave you alone. You don’t even know what you want.” She didn’t respond. “Did you cum hard last night?” *I did.* She didn’t reply. He sent a fragment of the video with her and the coworker flirting in the hotel bar. “**How did you get this?**” Now it was him who was silent. “**I didn’t touch myself last night.**” *Why did I tell him that?* “Liar. You did and you enjoyed it and now you want more.” She did.
“**What do I have to do for you to leave me alone?**” He waited. More than she expected. “I want to see your pussy, I want to see your boobs and I want to see your face. All in the same picture. Give me a smile as well.” *I can’t.* She could. She did. And the next text read “Good girl.” She smiled. He approves. *Why do I care?* She didn’t see the next part coming “Go to your favorite clothing store. No panties. Touch yourself in the restroom and buy a thong. On your way back, stop somewhere and put it on. Let me know how it goes”.
“It went…well”. She waited four days before asking him not to make her do it. There was no reply, not until the third in a series of very long messages filled with excuses, reasonings and justifications. It read “unless you start begging and show me great begging skills. You’ll do it by next thursday.” She did. *I won’t beg.* She loved it, but she waited another day before telling him.
“**I did it as you said, went there feeling exposed. Were you watching? Did you know I did it before I told you? I got a purple thong and stopped in a gas station to put it on. I hate gas station bathrooms, but I did it. Happy? Will you let me be?**” He just said “Good girl. We’re not done but I’ll give you sometime to think about making me wait so long.” She received a screenshot of the video, she entering the room with her coworker. *Fuck.*
Right now. Blindfolded and waiting, she knew she got anxious after a few days of not receiving instructions. She knew he could destroy the video and she would obey. She knew he made her make peace with this side of her. She knew. She did not know if he would come to the hotel and use her or if he would play more games.
Want more. Lots more please.