Blackmailed. Part 6 [F-Dom, Humi, Blkml]

Part 6

Off we trot. Walking in and heading straight for the lingerie section. Which is surprising large.

She tells me to grab a basket on our way.

She starts to pick out some thongs, lacy french knickers, high waisted ones. They’re all frilly, pink, red, some black but all very feminine. Over to the bras, she picks out more in the size we had been advised and she threw some extra stockings in for good measure.

The basket is getting quite full. I’ve no idea how much it will come to. Or where on earth I’m going to put it all.

As if on queue. “Don’t worry dear, you’ll keep most of them at mine. We’d best get you some everyday ones too” she chuckles.

I have momentary sense of panic as a helpful staff member makes her way over to use. She’s in her 50s at least, although still very attractive.

“May I help at all”

“Possibly. My husband here likes to wear lingerie. Perhaps more than I do. He hasn’t quite got the figure for it. What would you recommend? Something sexy ideally” she laughs.

“Oh my” the lady says. Clearly taken aback. “I’m not sure we…..errrr” She looks me and up and down obviously trying to hide a disapproving look.

I can’t even look at her. Im so embarrassed. This is humiliating.

She’s clearly uncomfortable. So am I. Miss on the other hand has the widest of grins.

“Never mind I’m sure we can cobble something together. He needs to look his best for our guests”

The lady expression now changes to one of disgust and she just walks away without another word, looking back over her shoulder as she beelines for someone who looks like they may be a manager.

“Come on darling” Miss says to me. “Those cocks aren’t going to suck themselves”

I just want the earth to swallow me up. Why have I agreed to this?! Why didn’t I just return to my normal life?

I reach the tills. Handing over all my new bits. Hoping there won’t be any questions and this can be over as soon as possible.

“My you two have been busy” the lady behind the counter says. I reluctantly smile, acknowledging her. Where is this going now?

“Oh I love these” she says as she starts scanning. “Are you reinventing yourself or something” she laughs.

“Oh these are for him” Miss says. “He’s finally realised they suit him better”

She looks up quickly, her eyes snapping to me. She doesn’t look flustered or disgusted. She’s in her mid to late 40s, lovely curvy frame, curly blonde hair. Now I come to notice it she is also really attractive.

“Well now. You both have impeccable taste. You’re sure to be the belle of the ball” she laughs. “Don’t worry sweetie, you’re not the first” she whispers in my direction, with a sly grin.

Miss elbows me. “Thank the lady”

“Thank you Miss” I say.

“Miss? That’s a first. I wish my husband did as I asked him” she jokes.

“Oh you must break him in” Miss tells her. “Men are weak creatures. They think with that little brain down there” pointing to my crotch. “Unless you take that access away” she laughs.

There’s no one else serving and no one behind us hurrying this conversation. One I wish was not happening. It’s like I’m not here.

“Then they will bend to your wishes and desires. You simply must try. A beautiful, powerful woman like you would have no trouble I’m sure”

“Oh you are too kind” she says. “Maybe I will do some research”

“You really should”

How does she do this? Are all women so open to this?

I pay the lady and we say our goodbyes. Finally walking away, I think to myself that I hope the shopping trip is over.

“Let’s get a coffee”

“Ok Miss” I say and we walk together to the nearest shop we see.

After getting us both a coffee we sit in a booth in a corner.

“Ok let’s set out some ground rules shall we.

By your own choice you have handed over control to me. I’m not sure how I’d want to define you. Some days you’ll be my slut just for me. Sometimes I’m going to whore you out or just hand you over to groups of filthy perverts” she laughs at this. “Some days you’ll be my cuckold and get to watch me fuck real men”

“There will also be times you’ll just be my domestic slave. Obviously I know you are married, I learnt that when I saw your Facebook you naughty boy. I don’t want you getting into trouble, unless it’s by my choice so when you are home you can remove the cage, but and this is a huge but you are not allowed to cum. No masturbating and when you are fucking your wife you cannot finish. You need to focus on her pleasure alone. If I find out you have failed at this simple task then our deal is off and your wife will receive some very interesting pictures and you wouldn’t want that would you?”

I sigh and reply “No Miss”

“Good, oh I almost forgot I still expect to be wined and dined and you had best be charming. As you may be able to tell I’m a lady used to a certain quality of life and I get bored easily when having to deal with dull men. Keep me happy and I’ll make you happy” That last sentence she purrs at me.

“I don’t like hearing no. I don’t like whinging. I’m not a monster I’ll allow you a small amount of complaints as you’ll be going way outside your comfort zone, but don’t make me threaten you regularly. It puts a dampener on things and quite frankly is a turn off for me. I like knowing I can make you do whatever I wish. So make sure you don’t disappoint me”

“You will commit to at least two meetings a week and I expect you for ag least 12 hours. How you swing that with your wife is your problem. I don’t believe in using condoms and I don’t expect the men who fuck you will use them either so I expect you to get tested regularly”

“On occasions if you are good I may even fuck you. If I do you’re to make sure you clean me afterwards. With your tongue. I don’t like mess. That goes for any meets I have where you’re present. You’ll be my cum cleaning slut. Don’t make me remind you!”

“What have I missed? Oh yes. I decide when and where you cum. No argument!”

Taking all of this in I sit there motionless processing all of the rules. Miss is sitting across from me staring right through me as she sips her coffee. Eventually I open my mouth “Ok I agree Miss”

“Oh that didn’t matter I don’t need your agreement, you agreed when you didn’t walk away at lunch”

“I’m terrified Miss, but so turned on”

“That’s a good start. You’ll be well rewarded. At times you’ll be severely punished. Just make sure it’s not a life ruining punishment”

“Yes Miss”

“Right. So that’s out of the way. Let’s call it our contract. You’ll do as I say or else. It’s a short one. Let’s go”

“Where are we going Miss?”

“You’ll see”

I follow her back to her car.

“Leave yours here. You’ll drive me in my car now”

She gets in the back and gives me a postcode to put into the satnav. I have no idea where we’re going or why or to who.

“Look at me, but make sure you don’t crash my car slut”

I look in the rear view mirror and see her biting her lip with her eyes closed. I move the mirror down and see her hand disappear into her underwear.

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