A Simple Decision Part 3 [M/f] [blackmail] [Mdom] [Fsub] [bdsm] [punishment] [cnc] [exhibitionism] [bondage]

*I’ll put links to the first two parts in the comments. Standard disclaimer that this is a work of fantasy – although I do certainly enjoy blackmail play with a consenting partner, this is a work of fiction and shouldn’t be taken as a model on how to do blackmail play. If you enjoy this and want to keep seeing where it goes, please let me know!*

You looked over at the bag sitting on the passenger seat of your car, filled with things the man who owned you had told you to buy. The handcuffs in there worried you the most, but all of the sex toys in their had their own way of provoking anxiety. But your blackmailer had so much compromising material on you now – things that could get you fired, get you socially ostracized, make your friends and family abandon you. When he told you to buy those things and drive to a particular park on the north end of the city, you knew you had no choice. Exposure was not an option.

Taking a deep breath, you put in your earpiece and started the phonecall with him, just as he had instructed.

“Good afternoon my dear. Take your bag full of toys and get out of the car. I’ll give you directions.”

The sound of his voice in your ear made you shiver and you felt yourself turned on despite yourself. This morning he’d made you beat your cunt for him and you were still sore from it – you probably would be for days. Part of you wanted to be done with him, and that part hated the other part of you that was just excited by how helpless you felt.

You grabbed your bag of toys and head off, following the instructions of the anonymous man on the other end of the phone. He led you off the path and into the woods a bit, where there was an old broken down picnic table that had been long forgotten. It seemed secluded enough – you wouldn’t really be visible from the path, but you were still out in a public park.

“Take your phone, prop it up on the picnic table, point it towards that big tree, and then turn on the video for the call.”

You didn’t like the sound of that – turning on video almost certainly meant your blackmailer was going to have you do something humiliating. More blackmail material.

And sure enough, once you’d started the video his next command came. “Stand in front of the tree and take your panties off.”

With one last look around to make sure no one did, you stepped in front of the camera and slipped your panties off for him.

“Good slut. Now take the butt plug you brought and some lube, bend over facing the tree with your ass towards the camera, and work it into you.”

You found yourself looking around again – sure, no one could see you now, but if someone decided to wander off the path… You objected weakly, but the voice in your ear was firm.

“You can risk maybe getting seen by some passerby – extremely unlikely – or I can put some videos of you online and make sure someone sees. Which would you prefer?”

You knew which was that was going to go, so you grabbed the plug, bent over, hiked your dress up and reached back to start lubing up your ass in front of the camera. Your head darted side-to-side, hyper alert since you felt so exposed outside. Your ass up in the air like that, especially with you working the lube in and fingering your ass a little – it practically felt like an invitation. You managed to get the plug inside of you and you felt your cheeks red with shame.

“Reach back at play with yourself. Legs spread wide, let the camera see you bent over there, plug in your ass, fingering yourself and playing with your clit.”

Embarrassing as it was, it felt good when you reached your hand back and started to tease your pussy for the man on the other end of the phone. The shame of being bent over and exposed like this – exposed not just to nature but to the damnable camera – just made you more turned on. You closed your eyes and tried to forget where you were as you fucked yourself and rubbed your clit. Despite yourself, you started moaning and you found yourself even wondering if the anonymous man watching you would let you cum.

He seemed to read your mind, asking “Would my little slut like to cum for me?” and you moaned in the affirmative.

“Then take the rest of your clothes off. That’s not an order – that’s a choice. Strip completely naked, exposed here in the woods for anyone to potentially come by and see, and I’ll let you cum. Otherwise, you can stop touching yourself and go back to your car.”

It was doubly humiliating because you knew what you were going to do the second he offered you the choice. You pulled off the rest of your clothes, naked there in the woods with that plug in your ass, and bent over facing the tree again and started touching yourself once more.

“Shameless,” the voice said mockingly. “Given the choice, you’d rather your pleasure than keep even a scrap of your own dignity. But I guess that’s why you’re in this position in the first place. Turn your head back to look at the camera so I can be sure to get your face in the shot, and then be a good whore and cum for me.”

Turning back to look at the camera made you tremble some, but any glimmer of shame was too little too late and just added to your arousal then anyways. You fucked yourself for him, rubbed you clit, and came hard for him bent over like that in the woods.

“What a desperate slut,” the voice cooed. “You’re starting to really figure out what you are. Now get dressed and go home – but come back here tomorrow. Bring everything you did today, and set up your phone pointing the same direction before starting the call with me.”

The whole next day at work you found yourself alternating dreading and anticipating going back to the park. It had felt so good to cum for him, and you hoped he let you do so again. But the whole process was also utterly humiliating.

In the end, you just reminded yourself you didn’t have a choice.

You found yourself back at that same park, that same picnic table, that same tree. You delayed making the call to your blackmailer as long as you could, but eventually you resigned yourself to it and started the call.

“Strip in front of the camera fucktoy. You proved yesterday you’ve got no shame so let’s not pretend.”

Despite whatever he thought you’d proved yesterday, you definitely felt shame as you stripped down there in the woods, knowing he was watching – and probably recording – everything you did.

“Much better,” he said. “I think clothes are wasted on you. They’re more of a full person thing, and you’re only barely a person now. Just a fucktoy. And we’ve got better things for a fucktoy to wear. Get the nipple clamps, put them on.”

You went over to your bag and took them out and nervously – shivering a bit in the outdoor air – put them on. It was a new sensation, having them on you, but the intensity of it was pleasantly distracting.

“I see you got some comfortable beginner-style clamps,” the voice over the phone observed. “We’ll have to get some meaner ones for you soon. Maybe also something to torture your clit too. But we’ll make do with what we’ve got – spider gag in next.”

The gag took longer to figure out – and more uncomfortable once it was in. Unable to close your mouth, you found yourself drooling over yourself. More than the physical discomfort, it was utterly undignified. Naked, with the nipple clamps on and the spider gag keeping your mouth open, you didn’t just feel like some exhibitionist slut out in the woods, you felt like some kind of bondage doll.

“You’re looking more like your true self now my dear.” The voice definitely sounded amused. “Now work that butt plug into yourself.”

You weren’t surprised at that command coming next. As you lubed up your ass and worked the plug into you, you mused that at least it didn’t make you look any more like a fucktoy than the gag already did.

“Dildo now,” came the voice in your ear and you felt a bit of fear. The instructions when you’d gone into the sex store had been ‘a dildo bigger than you think you can fit’ and you’d made sure to follow those instructions and bought a bit of a monster. “You can lube it up extra if you want,” your blackmailer said with a tone of mock kindness, “But you’re going to get it into your cunt and fuck yourself with it.”

You hated how wet you were at the idea, even as you got the big dildo out of your bag and lubed it up. You ended up bracing yourself with your back against the tree, teasing yourself with the toy as you worked yourself up to the prospect of inserting it.

Legs open, naked, nipple clamps on and mouth spread by the spider gag while you teased your cunt with a comically oversized dildo – you realized how humiliating it’d be for anyone to see you like that. You looked at the camera on your phone, knowing everything you did was probably being recorded and it made you shiver with humiliation and arousal.

“Stop stalling,” the harsh voice of your blackmailer barked in your ear. “Push it into yourself. I don’t care if it hurts – I like when things hurt you. Push it into you now unless you want me to make this into a livestream.”

You reacted to the voice with a jolt, and lined up the monster dildo and slammed it into yourself. There was a white flash of pain as it pushed up inside yourself and you heard yourself crying out in pain.

“Good girl.” For a second it sounded like the man blackmailing you was proud of you, and you hated how some part of you wanted him to be proud of you. “Now fuck yourself with it.”

With a groan you started slowly, reluctantly, moving the big toy in and out of yourself. It stretched you, it hurt, but the pain lived alongside the flush of arousal through your body at the undignified situation and just how little choice you had in the situation.

As you fucked yourself with the big toy, you started being unsure if the sounds you were making were groans of pain more moans of pleasure. You felt your own spit on your chest as you drooled from your held open mouth.

“You look just like the fucktoy I know you are. Fuck yourself faster. Harder.”

The desire to please that voice was almost as great as your need not to displease it, and you obeyed. Fucking yourself faster and harder on the toy, feeling it fill you up and feeling so utterly degraded and used despite not having anyone else’s hands on your body. His repeated commands to go faster and harder stopped sounding so much like orders, and more like encouragement as you moaned for him.

“Do you want to cum on that big cock inside of you, slut?”

Yes. Oh god yes did you want to.

“Then tell me what you are. Say you’re a needy fucktoy. Repeat that you’re a needy fucktoy over and over until you cum on that toy.”

You moaned and started saying the words. The words were mangled by the gag in your mouth, but the sound of you attempting to talk and failing was almost as humiliating as the words you were attempting to say.

You kept repeating the phrase over and over until the words got overtaken by moans and you came with the toy shoved up deep inside of you.

“Tomorrow you’ll be back here again. I expect you to already be nude, plugged, with the gag in and clamps on before you start the call.” The voice gave the orders and then the call was over. You had to struggle to remember the words as you rested against the tree, body shuddering, feeling filled with shame – but somehow eager to get back into the woods.

The next day, you were almost surprised by how quickly it had started to become a routine you could fall into – driving out to the park, heading out off the path, finding that tree and that picnic table, and then getting yourself ready for him. As humiliating as stripping in the middle of the wood, lubing your ass up and plugging you, putting on the clamps and the gag…as humiliating as it was, it was also exciting. It felt like getting ready for a date.

It didn’t mean your cheeks weren’t flushed with embarrassment by the time you finished and started the call though.

“Good girl.” The sound of your blackmailer’s praise shouldn’t have made you as happy as it did. “Now we’ve got some items left. Take the handcuffs out of their package and take the keys out – leave one of the keys next to your phone. The other hold onto.”

You pulled out the handcuffs and set the spare key aside. You gripped the other one tight enough it dug into the palm of your hand – you disliked the idea of doing something with handcuffs out here alone in the woods.

The voice was reassuring, in a manner of speaking. “What’s the worst that could happen slut? Even if you mess up and get yourself stuck out here, you’re close enough to paths that if you yelled eventually someone would find you. And as embarrassing as being found all done up like this would be, it wouldn’t be embarrassing as me posting that video you took of you masturbating at work, would it?”

Somehow you didn’t find that terribly reassuring – but it did remind you how little choice you had in the matter.

“Now grab the blindfold and the handcuffs and walk over to the tree. Face the tree, press up against it, ass towards the camera.”

You shivered with nervousness as you did so, having an idea where this was going. The bark of the tree was rough up against your skin as you pressed up against it, but you don’t imagine your blackmailer would care much about you.

“Put the blindfold on.”

You slipped the blindfold on and the lack of sight you had made you even more aware of how very exposed you felt.

“Now, reach your hands around the tree and handcuff yourself around it.”

You’d braced yourself for this to come ever since you bought the handcuffs, but it was still hard to do. You closed one bracelet around your right hand and then reached around the tree, keeping the handcuff key gripped tightly in your left hand. You hesitate for a long time, thinking just how helpless you’d be handcuffed to the tree. Sure you’d have the key, but it’d be hard to fumble around and get it in the lock without being able to see what you were doing. Maybe he wouldn’t notice if you didn’t fully handcuff yourself, you found yourself thinking. After all, the camera was on the other side and couldn’t see your hands…

“Do it. Close the handcuffs.”

You obeyed once you heard the voice again, without really thinking about it. Obeying that voice had started to become an instinct. You shivered, feeling trapped and helpless and exposed – and so very, very turned on.

“Drop the key,” the voice barked suddenly in your ear and your hand flew open before you really even thought about it. You heard a bit of sound as it hit the leaves on the other side of the tree, and your heart hammered in your chest.

Could you find the key again? It was probably within reach, but what if it wasn’t? Or what if it was buried in the leaves and you just couldn’t find it? Especially since you couldn’t see what you were doing with the blindfold on – and even if you could get the blindfold off, there was the tree between your eyes and your hands.

Worse, the voice on the other end of the line gave a bemused chuckle but then fell silent. No further directions. You waited for him to reveal the next step, but there was nothing. As you started to panic more, you demanded he tell you what was going to happen next – but no response.

He hadn’t, you figured, commanded you not to look for the key, so you did. You sunk down to your knees in front of the tree, pressing your shoulder to it as you groped around in the dirt and leaves on the other side of the tree, straining to try and find the damn thing.

You were so focused on finding the key that you didn’t hear someone approaching them until they were right up next to the picnic table. You froze in fear, wondering just who had found you in this predicament.

“Oh hello,” said an excited-sounding and unfamiliar voice. “You’re the girl he posted about, right?”

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