Blackmail

It started with one reckless photo. Now I’m completely trapped in your blackmail and I can’t stop getting wet thinking about it.

I never should have sent you those pictures. The ones where I’m on my knees with my tongue out, the ones with my legs spread showing how wet my pussy gets when I’m being a filthy slut. But I did. And now you own me.

My Dirty Blackmail Secret

You told me if I didn’t do exactly what you said, you’d send those photos to everyone I know. My family. My friends. My boss. The thought terrified me… and made me dripping wet at the same time. Because deep down, this bratty, spoiled girl secretly loves being controlled.

You own this pussy now.

The first time you called, you made me strip naked in my bedroom and get on all fours while you watched through video call. You told me to spread my ass and show you my tight little holes. I was shaking with humiliation and lust as I obeyed. You made me call myself your personal blackmail whore while I fingered my pussy and moaned for you.

Now you text me at random times demanding pictures. Sometimes you want me in public — lifting my skirt in a store dressing room so you can see how wet my panties are. Sometimes you make me wear a remote vibrator to work and edge myself for hours while you control it. Every time I cum, I have to send you a video saying “Thank you for blackmailing me, Sir.”

Last night was the worst… or maybe the best. You made me sneak into my roommate’s room while she was sleeping. You told me to pull my panties to the side and fuck myself with a dildo right next to her bed while you listened. I was so scared of getting caught but so turned on that I came harder than I have in months, biting my lip to stay quiet while my blackmailer listened to every moan.

I’m completely addicted to this twisted game. The more you control me, the more of a filthy slut I become. I touch myself constantly thinking about what you’ll make me do next. Will you make me send you videos of me fucking other people? Will you make me degrade myself even more? Will you eventually make me meet you in person so you can use my body for real?

I know I should be scared. I know this blackmail could destroy my life. But every time my phone lights up with your name, my pussy throbs and I get excited like the pathetic little whore I’ve become.

I’m yours now. Completely owned through blackmail.

Mila — Your willing blackmail victim and eager personal slut.