The Good Soldier : Part III [MF+] [Discip] [Humil]

Alex Goode arrived back at camp, only to find it a flurry of activity before he was even briefed. Upon entering the small Head Quarters building, which directed all activity outside of the engineering compound, he realised work had resumed, and reflected, ‘A lot can happen during a day!’

Alex wasn’t a career civil servant. He left government employ nearly twenty years ago for more lucrative opportunities in the private sector. Yet, there he was, at the age of forty-seven, back in the government bureaucracy and in a position he’d occupied for the past five months.

He found the brigadier in his office.

As he rose to his feet, the brigadier had a look of triumph on his face as he said.

“Alex, she did it! That young corporal didn’t even hesitate. She went straight in, yesterday, and everything is back on track.”

Alex walked over to the brigadier, offered him his hand, which he enthusiastically shook, and said.

“We got there in the end, Percy.”

Whistle-blowers (WikiLeaks fanfic) Chapters 1-3

**Chapter 1: The Most Galvanising Photo of 2019**

“Edward!” a whisper screamed out of the doorway of the dark sitting-room. Edward Snowden was sitting on the settee, which would be facing a TV if they had had one. TV sets being the notorious wire-housing devices that they are, were not a luxury the United Corporations of America’s most wanted could afford. In the TV’s stead, sat a Macbook, in front of Edward, on a small table. It was the only source of light in the room, save Moscow’s moonlight.

The voice belonged to Suzie Dawson, an Australian WikiLeaks’ contributer & fellow exile.

“They got him. The Metropolitan police dragged him out of the Ecuadorian embassy. They got him, Edward. They’ve arrested Julian Assange.”

Edward did not stir. He sat there, still absorbed with the developments revealed on his screen & brought to life with words from the darkness on the other side of the room.

A deafening silence followed. Suzie stood, rooted to the spot, waiting for who knows what, just waiting. Hearing her own words were just as sobering & paralysing to her as they were to the other occupant in the room.

Whistle-blowers Chapter 3 [F] [Masturbation] [Public] [Exhibitionist] [Voyeur] [Celeb fanfic] [Julian Assange]

**Carrying a Torch for a Mighty Woman**

It was unusually clement that mid-April morning in London, & Jen Robinson – a human rights lawyer & long-standing member of the legal team defending Julian Assange & WikiLeaks – was readying herself for the day. She dressed as one would knowing that their every move made; their every word uttered, was being surveilled by a team of men, who were the equivalent of well-trained dogs, but she also did so as one that has grown accustomed to the thought of being the subject of said vigil, for as long as she had been, would do. Surveillance of anyone associated with WikiLeaks was well-known & in her case its likelihood was confirmed by an ex-NSA member, years ago.

Drinking her coffee downstairs in her flat’s lounge, Jen basked in the morning light slanting in through her terrace doors. It was a glorious day, which she laid the blame on as the cause to the bombardment of mental images she was getting of her birthplace in Australia. She was playing back memories of her father training their horses on Seven Mile Beach with the sunrise on the horizon – one of the most spellbinding places she knew. The nostalgia associated with these reminiscences was an incontrovertible, early symptom of homesickness.

Sneaky Sister In Law[reluc][blkmail][FM][Str8]

I sat on the couch with a glass of wine in my hand and my sister-in-law sat at the other end of the sofa. The evening was quiet, my wife and children both fast asleep. Cari had babysat for my wife and I for years to give us a chance to keep up with our errands as well as have some quality time together. My wife had gone to bed early after a long day at work and shopping and I decided to catch up and thank my sister-in-law before I joined her.

“It’s so nice of you to have a glass of wine with me tonight before I leave. Isn’t Haley waiting in bed for you though?” She asked, crossing one leg over the other and taking a sip of her chardonnay. Cari was several years younger than my wife, she had a short auburn pixie cut and glimmering emerald eyes. Her lips were full and pouty and her defined cheekbones framed her face perfectly. She wore a light coat of purple eyeshadow and a thin layer of eyeliner that made her eyes pop. She wore an egg-shell white tank top with a small navy blue flower pattern and her tight jeans hugged her subtle curves. Her cream coloured peep toe stilettos hung from her flexed toes, dangling as she looked over at me.

Opportunity for Writers ($300/month to start)

**You**

You are a talented erotica writer who specializes in realism and has the bandwidth and discipline to handle large scope (10-20k words) projects which necessitate regular updates. Ideally you’d also enjoy fetishes such as blackmail, forced exhibitionism, humiliation, depravity, etc, portrayed in a plausible/realistic manner (e.g. [https://www.literotica.com/s/mom-gets-strip-searched](https://www.literotica.com/s/mom-gets-strip-searched)), or at least know how to portray those fetishes in a natural (not caricature / comic-book-style) light.

**My Background**

I’m an erotica writer who has had commercial success collaborating with 3dcg artists ([https://www.patreon.com/johnAndRich](https://www.patreon.com/johnAndRich)), and personally written popular erotica within the fetish/niche described above ([https://www.deviantart.com/johncbb/gallery/](https://www.deviantart.com/johncbb/gallery/)). This niche is a nascent market within the adult community and early signs with current projects show that there is much success to be had all around (especially when translated into adult games / visual novels). For quite selfish reasons, I wish there were more of the kind of content linked above, and thus am opening this proposal to find new creators to widen the breath and depth of the genre.

**Proposal**

Any recommendations for good blackmail stories?

I’m looking for a good blackmail story, which has to be reasonably believable.

My fave so far has been Black Screen on Literotica (link below).

It starts off a little too extreme but it flashes back to how it all started on page 3, which is my favorite part.

I like to see it from the female POV to understand the emotional struggle and how she feels when she is forced to do these things.

Webcam hacks, forced exhibition and body writing was a big plus for me.

https://www.literotica.com/s/black-screen-pt-01?page=3

The Arrangement, part 1

OK, so I got a little bored with my long-running tale OFFICE POLITICS/BLACKMAIL – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/beq2ds/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_39/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/beq2ds/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_39/)

So I decided to take a short break & write something a bit different…hope you like it!

(PS – I know it’s long, but it sets the stage!)

“Dave” David Johns sat in his ‘usual’ seat, at his ‘usual’ bar/restaurant. It had been his ‘spot’ of sorts, Every Tuesday-Thursday, for months now, and was a good one, overlooking the large and beautiful lake. A great place for conversation, or just watching the boats go by. He was a friendly sort, and as the patrons, bartenders, and servers had come to know, he was there out of loneliness. In his mid 50’s, ‘Dave’ was a widower, and that explained much. Unlike most men of that age or situation, Dave had a penchant for exercise, was in great health, and still showed a great personality. Standing an even 6ft, with brown hair that had lines of white and the usual ‘middle-age goatee,’ he carried a lean yet fit frame. “Another there, Dave?” asked the young bartender, to which Dave declined. He instead pointed to his other usual spot, one of the booths along the wall, and retired, there, dinner menu in hand.

NEW POST Office Politics/Blackmail – Chapter 39

Chap.38 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bence2/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_38/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bence2/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_38/)

Jono lay there,on his back, getting fucked, truly enjoying his lot in life. HIS Personal property/pussy was riding him, and it was a sight to see. She would lean forward, and Jono would cup her beautiful breasts, Enjoying her long blonde hair hanging down while toying with her nipples, then give her a push, and she would sit upright, where she currently was. His property was currently not bouncing his Dick. He knew better. He knew from pussy spankings that his property loved to have her clit stimulated by bouncing or spanking, so he would only let her grind her hips in circles, or move them in a slow ‘twerk’ motion. Making her sit up meant her clit was no longer in contact with him, making it that much more agonizing. She was constantly making a moaning whimper of a sound, and would periodically very quietly say “sirrrr……p-p-pl-please…..” asking to cum, to which he would tell her “NO” and force her to ride more. A glance at the clock told him she had been at this for a solid 20 minutes. Her face was red and contorted from the sexual stimuli, and he knew she was slowly breaking, impressed she had gotten this far.

NEW POST Office Politics/Blackmail – Chapter 38 – Almost there!

Chap 37 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/becj4g/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_37/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/becj4g/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_37/)

Jono took from his pocket a small ‘bullet’ type mini-vibrator. He told his property “You seemed to like getting filmed today. Lift your skirt, and..” He checked traffic and took a left turn onto the city’s bypass, then continued. “Sorry change of direction. I want you use your phone to film yourself using this vibrator. But…do not use it on the clit, and do not fully insert it, *yet*.” He slowed, and made another turn onto the old highway that lead from town. Gripping her knee hard he added, “And woman, whatever do, you damn well better not cum, understood?”

Sherry was beside herself. Here she was, totally without shame. Her skirt lifted, feet flat on the dash, and using a vibrator to play with herself…*and not allowed to cum.* The cruelty of that was unreal! She had felt her Master’s cock pump her multiple times today. She had carried little metal balls in her pussy today, during a business meeting, yet. And now, in the presence of her Master once again, in the underwear, clothes, and car HE provided…and *not allowed to cum*?

NEW POST Office Politics/Blackmail – Chapter 37

Chap 37

Chap.36- [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bdz994/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_36/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bdz994/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_36/)

Sherry lay there in the aftermath, bound to the bed by her cuffs, bound to her Man by so much more. It wasn’t the pain, it wasn’t the build to the orgasm, incredible as it was. It was HIS ability to be so in tune with her that he could elicit such a physical and emotional response. She knew her feelings for him were deepening, and she wanted those as well.

Jono practically fell onto his property. This orgasm had surprisingly taken it out of him! He turned and plopped beside her, panting. Looking at her, they smiled. Jono released her cuffs, and had his property put on a nice green chemise with matching satin panties. As they lay down for the night, he whispered to her, “pet, I know you well, and I know that you are developing real feelings for me. I am having much the same for my little one.” Giving her a kiss on the head as she snuggled in to him, he then told her, “Little One I want you to remember what it is to be used, so tomorrow, we are going to focus on just that.”