*I wrote the first instalment of this some time ago – you can read it* [*here*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lh1xqb/a_simple_decision_mdom_fsub_blackmail_cnc/)*. I delayed writing more for a long time, but I figured if I wrote in shorter instalments I’d have a better chance of writing more. So while this one isn’t very long, I certainly have lots of ideas where to take it. If, of course, I am properly encouraged – so please let me know what you think!*
You’d barely been able to sleep all night, lying awake thinking about all the incriminating material your blackmailer had on you already. You weren’t really sure if you were too terrified to sleep or too turned on. Either way, when sleep came it was fitful and there wasn’t much of it.
But by the time the sun rose and you woke up, it all felt kind of like a distant dream. Had you actually done that? Sent those pictures of yourself? Videos of you fucking yourself in a bathroom stall, at your workplace? You couldn’t really have been that stupid could you?
You’d almost convinced yourself to forget about it all and put it behind you when your phone chimed with a notification. From him. Your blackmailer.
You nearly dropped your phone on the kitchen floor, even though it was only a simple good morning text. Nothing could really be simple with this man.
Good morning. Fuck. You’d promised him just the previous day you’d start every morning with taking a nude selfie for him and you’d already forgotten.
You scrambled to go and strip down and take the picture, hoping he hadn’t noticed yet, but by the time you were even half-undressed you had another message from him. A link.
You cautiously clicked on it – and saw yourself. Naked, fucking yourself, with the words “Office Slut” written in marker across your chest, in your very identifiable office. A video that you just took yesterday, and that could very easily get you fired. And it looked like it was posted on some kind of porn website – had your small infraction already got you exposed? Had you already ruined your life?
Your phone rang and you quickly answered, quickly blubbering a bunch of words, most of which were “Sorry”.
“Calm down,” said the voice on the other end. “I want you to look at the views counter on that page – what does it say?”
You took a look – it had only been viewed twice, and you said so.
“Once by you, once by me,” he said. “The video is private. For now. It’d just take a couple of clicks to make it so anyone could see it, not just you and me. I want you to understand this is real, and you are only a few moments of disobedience away from being exposed.”
“I understand. I really really understand. Please don’t make it public. Please.” Begging this man had begun to feel like something you were going to get really used to.
“Would you like a different punishment, my dear?”
You eagerly answered in the affirmative.
“Go down to your kitchen. Find a wooden spoon. Put in your bluetooth earpiece so you can still hear me, and then set up your phone on your counter and turn on your video so I can see you. Hurry.”
That lit a fire under you and you hurried back to the kitchen and found the spoon and set up your phone and your earpiece. You were barely set up when the voice on the other end of the line told you to strip.
You felt simultaneously silly and exposed standing there in your kitchen facing your phone, naked and with a spoon in your hand.
“Bend over,” came the voice at the other end. Your owner’s voice. “Bend over and present your ass for me. And then reach back and hit it sharply with that wooden spoon.”
And bend over you did, reaching back and giving your ass a whack with the spoon. Presented like that, bent over for the camera, hurting yourself a little for him…it made you feel vulnerable, and you could feel yourself starting to get wet in spite of the fear. Or, more likely, because of it.
“Again.”
This wasn’t so bad, you thought as you gave your ass another blow from the wooden spoon. It was certainly better than having videos of you masturbating at work looking like a slut spread all over the internet.
“Again, harder.”
The voice was demanding, insistent, as you hit yourself with the wooden spoon. Again. Harder. Again. You enjoyed a good spanking now and then, but this just kept going and you started to feel yourself flushed and even panting a little as much from the exertion of hitting yourself harder and harder as anything.
“You can do better than that.” The voice growled into your ear as you hit yourself. “I want those cheeks a nice bright red. I definitely don’t want you to be able to sit comfortably when you’re done. Unless, of course, you want me to make that video public…”
That threat gave you renewed energy, and you hit yourself again and again as hard as you could. You hit yourself harder than you thought you could, and it hurt in addition to being utterly humiliating, chastising yourself with a wooden spoon like that. You felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes and your legs get weak as the self-inflicted beating continued for what seemed like forever.
“Now, spread your legs.”
Fuck. You didn’t like where this was going, but you obeyed instinctively. You only had a moment to feel shame at how wet you were.
“Hit your pussy for me just as hard as you hit your ass.”
You obeyed without hesitation because you knew if you did hesitate you might not be able to bring yourself to do it.
Your knees nearly buckled as you hit your cunt with the spoon with the full force you could muster. Even as you tried to recover you knew immediately what that damnable voice on the other end was going to say.
“Again, harder.”
It occurred to you how pathetic you must sound as you beat your cunt with a wooden spoon, bent over and on display in your own kitchen. Only keeping going because of the lingering fear of what might happen if you didn’t.
Your entire bottom half feeling red and sore, you almost whimpered with relief as he told you to stop.
“Good fucktoy. Now turn around. Look at the camera and say ‘This owned submissive slut’s body is for her master’s pleasure.’”
You shivered as you repeated the words out loud.
“Say ‘I will share this body with my master whenever and however he wants.’”
It felt good to say the words. Humiliating, yes, but freeing at the same time.
“Now fuck your mouth with the handle of that spoon.”
Even though it wasn’t as physically intense as hitting yourself had been, he made you fuck your mouth with the thick wooden handle of the spoon you’d selected relentlessly. You found yourself gagging on it for him, desperate to please enough that he’d give you some respite. The tears that you’d been trying so hard to hold back finally started to flow.
That finally seemed to satisfy him.
“Good slut. I guess I won’t release that video yet afterall. Get dressed. Hurry, or you’ll be late for work. You’ll arrive hungry and looking like you just got used like a cheap whore, but I’m okay with that. After work, stop by a sex store and buy a pair of solid handcuffs, a blindfold, nipple clamps, a spider gag, a butt plug, and a dildo bigger than you think you can fit. After, drive to the park on the north end of the city, park and start a call with me.”
And with that, your blackmailer abruptly ended the call, leaving you dazed and confused and rushing to get to work. You forced yourself to take a moment to write down the instructions he’d given you, afraid of what might happen if you forgot something. You were afraid of what might happen even if you did everything perfectly, but you definitely knew it’d be worse if you messed up.
You sprinted out the door to work and tried very hard not to think about what your master might have in store for you after work. You failed.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tnf5hq/a_simple_decision_part_2_blackmail_mdom_fsub_bdsm