A Simple Decision [MDom] [FSub] [Blackmail] [CNC] [Exhibitionism] [Orgasm Control]

*Note that this is a blackmail cnc* ***fantasy****. Yeah, I do some blackmail kink in real life (you can check my profile for some real life tales), but this is a story so it skips over a lot of negotiating and consent tools. People do blackmail kink in real life, sure, but real life and stories are different.*

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It was a simple decision, but it could be one of the most important ones of your life.

Taking the video itself hadn’t been hard. Not easy, but not hard. You stood naked in front of the mirror, reciting your full name and birthdate, and then the lines he’d given you: “I want you to control me and use me in any way you want for the next month. Should I disobey, you have my full consent to post any media you have of me, no matter how humiliating or revealing, anywhere on the internet you might want.”

You felt yourself getting wet as you said the lines, felt the rush of adrenaline that only increased as you pulled out your driver’s license at the end and held it up until your cam focused enough to read all the details on it. That wasn’t surprising – the feeling of danger, the rush of it turned you on and made you feel small and helpless and vulnerable. That’s why you responded to your blackmailer’s ad on Reddit in the first place.

But now was the time to actually send it, and you hesitated looking at the send button.

Once you sent it, *he* would have it. There’d be no going back, no opting out for an entire month. If you could even trust him to delete things at the end of the month. Once you decided to do this, it’d be the last decision that was really yours. After that, every decision would be *his.*

*You* would be his.

The thought chilled you to the bone and gave you a warm flush all at the same time.

You tapped send before you could chicken out. It was done.

It didn’t take long before you got a reply back: “I thought you’d be too scared to follow through. Dumb girl, fear exists to keep you safe. Starting tomorrow morning, I’ll expect a nude selfie from you first thing when you wake up to say good morning. Check your phone at least once an hour for other instructions and keep your location shared with me. Record every task I give you as proof of compliance. No touching yourself without permission. Understand?”

You quickly texted back that you understood, your heart beating fast. It suddenly felt very, very real.

“Please don’t disobey. I’d feel obligated to expose you if you did, out of a sense of duty to you. I’m an understanding man, but I’m also a man of my word. I will expose you if you disobey. Sleep well.”

You didn’t sleep very much at all.

Come morning, taking the naked good morning picture wasn’t too bad. You’d sent nudes before, even if you didn’t usually include your face. You even put the effort into striking an appealing pose and find some good lighting – you wanted this man who now had so much control over you to find you appealing of course.

But when your blackmailer – your owner now? – responded there were no compliments. Just a simple acknowledgment.

The rest of the morning passed strangely. You checked your phone way more than once an hour, anticipating and dreading what his next command might be. You even got a little bit annoyed as the morning stretched on and you heard nothing from him – was this going to just turn into him demanding nudes every once in a while? You’d signed up to be owned, controlled, and had your free will taken from you, not just to do some exhibitionism.

Just after noon though, you got your next command: “Get in your car and get onto the highway. Take a dildo, a butt plug, lube. Bring your Bluetooth earpiece. And wear a skirt.”

That got your heart beating fast again, and your hands trembling a bit on the wheel as you got on the highway and drove. When he directed you to take an exit, it was just to a gas station off the highway – one of the dingiest most run-down places you’d seen.

“Go into the women’s restroom and go in a stall. Take off your panties and kneel down facing the toilet, put your earpiece in and wait for my call. You have two minutes.”

You were flush with embarrassment just thinking of it as you headed into the filthy washroom – the only other occupant a middle-aged woman who looked like she couldn’t wait to get out of there and back on the road. She looked at you suspiciously as you rushed in and you just tried to look like you *really* needed to go. Truth be told, you just needed not to disappoint the mysterious man you’d sent the video to last night.

You quickly took your panties off as soon as you got in the stall, and you suddenly realized how turned on you already were. And your arousal just intensified as you knelt down on the filthy floor in front of the grime-encrusted your mind started to go wild with what he might have called you here to do.

The ringtone of your phone receiving a video call caused your heart rate to spike again and derailed your thoughts as you quickly fumbled to answer and for the first time, you heard his voice in your ear.

“Turn your camera on and put your phone up against the back of the toilet. I want to see you kneel.”

Suddenly clumsy, you were all too aware of him waiting on the other end of the line as you pulled out your phone, turned on the camera, and balanced it so it’d have a good view of you.

“Good girl,” you heard him say and that little bit of praise made you happier than you wanted to admit. It also made you embarrassingly wet to be called a good girl while you knelt without panties in the stall of a gas station restroom.

“You’re probably wondering what I’m going to have you do while you’re here. Am I going to make you lick the toilet? Push your face in it and drink like a dog? Raise your ass up and have a strange man come in and fuck your ass without you ever seeing him?”

You definitely didn’t want *any* of that to happen. You started to think about how possible it was to back out already, exposure be damned. But hearing those threats from him…they did nothing to make your cunt feel less needy. Exactly the opposite.

He laughed a little on the other end of the line like he could see those thoughts passing through your head. “Well, don’t worry, I won’t have you do any of those things. Not first day.” *That* was ominous. “But it turned you on to be threatened with it, didn’t it? Now lube up your ass and work that plug into it. Don’t dawdle.”

It almost felt too easy, which, until today, wasn’t anything you would have thought about lubing yourself up to take your plug in a toilet stall. You were all too aware that he was watching you and rushed it maybe a little bit, and the plug was more uncomfortable than usual as you pushed it in. It made you feel incredibly cheap to be doing it.

As you finished, you heard him ask “Do you want to fuck yourself?”

You struggled for a minute how to answer that – you were very turned on, but you also didn’t want to spend any more time here than you had to – but he cut you off before you could reply.

“It doesn’t matter, because the last free decision you made was to send me that video last night. Raise your hips up, reach back and push your dildo into you and fuck yourself kneeling over the toilet.”

You moved almost without thinking, and that dildo slid into your pussy way easier than the plug had pushed into your ass.

“Look at the camera,” you heard him say into your ear. “Look into the camera and think about how pathetic you must look bent over a toilet fucking yourself. And think about what I might have you do next time you end up in a bathroom stall. Today is easy mode, silly slut.”

You had to suppress a moan as you eagerly and wantonly fucked yourself for this strange man. You felt filthy and helpless and lord you loved that feeling so much.

Only the sound of the door to the restroom opening up and a couple of women coming in made you slow the motion of your toy inside of you.

He seemed to notice the change immediately, and he growled “Keep fucking yourself. Did someone come in? Are you worried they’ll hear you fucking yourself, see that you’re on your knees in the stall, and wonder what is going on? That maybe they’ll see you exit the restroom later, and think ‘That’s the whore that was fucking herself in the toilet!’? Maybe. But isn’t that better than having the recording I’m making of this go up on Reddit captioned with your full name and easily searchable?”

You felt helpless and grateful at the same time, whimpering a bit as you resumed fucking yourself. Your ears burned as you heard the two women go quiet outside the stall, obviously realizing you were up to something. You felt mortified, and you knew you *should* stop fucking yourself. But your pussy wanted you to keep going, and your pussy and your blackmailer wanted the same thing and you had no choice but to be the wanton dirty creature he was making you be.

You felt absolutely trapped and absolutely free at the same time.

That feeling of freedom lasted long after the two other women left, maybe to find a restroom that wasn’t shared with someone as disgusting as you. The feeling of freedom lasted until saw from the look on your face how close you were to cumming and he told you to stop.

“Do you want to cum little slut?”

*That* got a whimper from you and a little nod.

“Not here. Here isn’t an appropriate place. Pull your dildo out but keep the plug in and get back on the road.”

You were relieved, though that may have been more because it sounded like he *was* going to let you get off instead of because you wouldn’t have to get off in that filthy place. You’d been well ready to. You were unsteady on your feet as you got back off your knees and had to catch your breath for a bit before you felt safe to drive.

You got in your car, ready to drive, and then your heart dropped as you saw the address he sent you next.

*Oh no*.

You started to ask yourself how he knew where you worked, but then you realized what a stupid thought that was. He had your full name, it wouldn’t have been that hard to find the organization that you worked for. And take a guess from your address what office you probably worked in.

*Fuck*.

As if sensing your sudden drop in arousal and increase in fear, you heard his voice in your ear again. “I’m not going to expose you to anyone at work my dear. At least not if you’re careful and do as you’re told. Now I presume you don’t have any objections unless you’d prefer to see your name associated with the phrase ‘toilet slut’ in search results?”

You uttered a little scared sounding no, but once again he cut you off.

“That wasn’t really a question my dear. Like I said, the last time you had a chance to make a decision you made the wrong one and sent me that video last night. Call me back when you get to your office. Close the door when you get there, obviously.”

The entire drive to work you spent trying to think of what he might have you do, and if you could get out of it. Doing things in a gas station restroom you’d never visit again was one thing. But your work, where you go every day? That felt like crossing over your perverted sex fantasies with your real life in a way normal people just don’t.

But you weren’t really a normal person anymore. You were some stranger’s sex toy now, and you’d done it to yourself. And fuck if that plug sitting in your ass as you drove didn’t keep your attention below your waist, and your aching well-fucked cunt still demanded an orgasm.

You just reminded yourself you didn’t have a choice as you drove into work. Swiped into the office and made some excuses to the woman at the front desk about what you were coming in on your day off. You tried as best as you could to dodge any of your coworkers because you feared anyone looking at you would immediately realize you were walking into work with a sloppy wet cunt and a plugged ass.

You called your blackmailer back as soon as you got in your office and closed the door. Thankfully, your office didn’t have any windows, though you *were* worried about sound carrying. And it wasn’t exactly normal for you to be in your office with the door closed.

“Show me around your office, pan the camera around. I want to get to know your workplace and how you spend so much of your time.”

You cringed at that, though it seemed mundane enough. He got you to show him everything of note in your little workspace, and everything you showed him seemed like so much more ammunition. Your professional certifications. Your family photos. The paperwork on your desk.

But did it really matter anymore? He had enough on you already.

He had you stop over your pen holder, and then told you “Take out that sharpie. Take your top and bra off and write ‘Office Slut’ on your chest. Put your phone on your desk and push your chair away from the desk some so we can get you head to toe in the video.”

For the first time in the day you asked for mercy. *Please*.

He just laughed you knew mercy wasn’t coming.

The entire time it took you to strip your shirt and bra off, you imagined a co-worker to use their key to come into your office to grab some paperwork, thinking you weren’t in today, and seeing you like that. And as you took out the sharpie and wrote “Office Slut” across your chest – with your phone recording the entire time – you realized there’d be no way to explain your way out of it. You’d be fired for sure if you got caught.

But if you didn’t, you’d probably get fired soon enough once your name became synonymous with “Toilet Slut”.

Feeling dejected, you sat down in your chair and looked almost dead-eyed into the camera.

“Now,” you heard the voice say, “touch your cunt for me my dear. Remember, you don’t have any choice, so just do it.”

You dutifully put your hand between your legs and started to touch yourself…you were still wet, of course. Your body still turned on even as your mind was clouded with worries.

But your worries didn’t matter. *You didn’t have a choice.*

You started to get more enthusiastic as you touched yourself. You’d never misbehaved at work like this before. Sure, you’d gone online and read blackmail smut and maybe rubbed your thighs together fantasizing sometimes on a too-long Friday afternoon. But to sit in the chair you worked every day in, only with your tits out, ‘Office Slut” written across them, and your hand between your legs?

You’d never see this office the same way again.

“Take out the dildo again. Fuck yourself until you cum.”

A moan escaped your lips and you heard a further command “But don’t make a sound. I don’t want to get you fired. If I hear a single sound out of your mouth that’s louder than the toy moving between your legs, I expose you all over the internet. Remember that and keep little fucktoy.”

You felt strangely *cared for* by this stranger, even as he threatened to expose you. Normally you had a hard time keeping quiet, but this time – well, you *had* to. Or else. The consequences would be too high.

So you started fucking yourself with the toy again, rubbing your clit with your other hand as you spread your legs in your office chair. Biting your lip so hard you knew you bruised it in your effort to keep quiet – more out of fear of the man who was watching you than out of fear of your coworkers realizing why you’d come in on your day off.

It wasn’t long before you heard him growling in your ear. “You’re going to cum for me when I say so. Not a second later or a second earlier, unless you want your twin hit videos ‘Toilet Slut’ and ‘Office Slut’ all over the internet before you get home today. Understand?”

“Cum for me.”

Your body shook as you did exactly what your blackmailer told you to, and it was probably the hardest orgasm you ever had, just made more intense by the realization as it began that he was watching every second of it.

He gave you a few moments to collect yourself as you slunk down in your chair, covered in sweat and your wetness pooling on the seat, before giving you another moment of praise that made your heart flutter – “Good little fucktoy. We’ll have you trained in no time.”

His voice took on a taunting tone. “*Now* I’ve got you. The other stuff…that was just dirty. Shameful and embarrassing to get released, but I’d get more blame than you. But now you’re shooting porn at your workplace – that’s on you, and there’s never any way you work again except maybe in porn. I’ve gone from humiliating leverage to life-wrecking leverage, and you’re the one who gave it all to me.”

That brought the fear back, especially as you realized how right he was. You were quite certain you wouldn’t look coerced or like you weren’t enjoying yourself as you were enthusiastically playing with your cunt in your office. You’d just look like a pervert with no impulse control – utterly unhireable.

“Now,” he said with an almost kind softness in his voice, “Go home and rest up. It gets worse tomorrow.”

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