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From: "Laura Davis" <ldavis4@hotmail.com>
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Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2001 20:10:06 -0500
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Blackmail by Laura Lynn Davis. F/F
Copyright 2001

The first note came on the 17th of November.  It directed me to go to work
the following day without a bra.  If I didn't obey my 'secret' would be
leaked to the newspaper, my employer, and the police.  I would have been
alarmed if I had a secret to keep but I had no idea what the writer was
talking about.  My name is Jane Kilroy and I have few secrets, none worthy
of blackmail.  I assumed it was case of mistaken identity.  No names were
mentioned in the note and the envelope was addressed to Occupant.

   The next morning, as I was getting dressed, I thought about the note.
What would happen if I went along with the demand?  What would happen if
I didn't?  The latter was obvious - I had no secrets so nothing would be
revealed.  Would the perpetrator be looking at the wrong woman?  Would she
have her secret revealed because I wore a bra?  In the end, partly for my
own amusement, I went along with the demand.  And to make it obvious I was
braless I wore a clingy knit top.  I'm not that big on top, 34B/C, but the
top clung to the tips of my breasts and they bounced gently with each step
I took.

   Nothing happened.  I usually dress very conservatively so I got a few
curious looks at work but nobody approached me and nothing was said.  My
boss, Caitlin, smiled and gave me a questioning look when I arrived and I
mumbled an explanation, about forgetting to do the wash, and that was it.

   That evening I found another note when I checked my mail.  This one
contained the same threat.  The demand was cumulative - no bra and show
some leg by wearing a skirt no longer than 16".  Needless to say, I didn't
have a skirt that short.  The last time I wore anything that short was when
I was in high school and rolled my waistband under like every other
Catholic schoolgirl.  I have nice legs but, at 27, I'm much more
conservative than I was at 17.  So I had to go shopping.  I found a skirt
at Marshall's that fit the bill so I didn't have to strain my budget to
comply with the latest demand.

   The next day was another letdown.  I drew some attention but nothing was
said.  At least nothing that I heard.  Caitlin smiled and shook her head.
"What's gotten into you, Jane?"

   I passed it off with a laugh.  "I'm trying out a new winter look."

   That day's note specified thigh highs the following day so it was back
to Marshall's.  I found another skirt and a pair of white thigh highs.  I
wondered how he/she was going to check to see if I was complying.  Nobody
followed me into the bathroom the next day so I didn't get any closer to
discovering who was sending the notes.

   I didn't have to shop that night.  The note specified no panties.  I
wore a bra and a longer skirt just to see what kind of reaction I'd get but
I did go in sans panties.  It was surprisingly exciting to be bare under my
skirt.  But, again, nothing happened and nobody approached me.  That day's
note demanded that I shave my pubic mound.  I debated with myself about
complying but, in the end, I shaved myself after soaking for thirty minutes
in a tub of hot water.

   That day's note expressed anger that I'd worn a bra and a long skirt.  I
was warned again that failure to comply would result in having my 'secret'
exposed.  I was ordered to wear a sheer blouse that would show my tits.
One that buttoned down the front.  I was to leave the top three buttons
undone.  That's when I almost gave up the game.  I tried on a dozen blouses
and found three that would do.  But as I stood in front of the mirror in my
bedroom I couldn't imagine going to work like that.  I'd look like a total
slut.

   But, in the end, I did as directed.  I felt like a total slut as I left
my apartment the next morning.  I'd gone shopping the night before and had
bought two new skirts and several pair of thigh highs.  When I got to the
office Caitlin took a long look and shook her head.  She called me into her
office and asked me what was going on.

   I shrugged.  "Nothing.  I'm just coming out of my shell.  Shedding my
conservative image."

   She shook her head.  "You've shed enough.  I'd advise you not to go any
further.  You might cause a riot." Her phone rang before I could say
anything and I left and went back to my cubicle.

   That day's note really shocked me.  I was directed to appear at a local
bar, Edie's, wearing nothing but a coat, thigh highs, and a pair of
high-heeled shoes.  I was directed to be there at 9:00 p.m.  on the dot.
I'd never heard of Edie's but a little research revealed that it was a
lesbian hangout near the university.  Obviously the person sending me
the notes was female but it didn't help any in identifying exactly who it
was.  It had to be someone who saw me every day.  And probably it was
someone I worked with but I'd gone over things numerous times and no
obvious candidates came to mind.

   I left the house at 8:30 for the drive to Edie's.  I was kind of nervous
about going out wearing just a coat but I was also rather excited.  One
reason was that I was finally going to find out who was sending the notes.
Another reason was the fear that somehow I'd be exposed - the buttons would
all fall off my coat or something.  I parked across the street from Edie's.
As I waited to cross the street I was incredibly aware of my body.  The fur
lining of my London Fog raincoat felt very nice against my bare skin.  My
nipples were hard little points and I was totally aroused.

   From the outside, Edie's was indistinguishable from any of a dozen other
neighborhood bars in the area around the university.  Inside, it was dark
and quiet.  Only the fact that all of the customers were women
differentiated Edie's from the place on the next corner.  I glanced around
as I walked to the bar but I didn't see anyone I knew.  I took the closest
seat to the door and ordered a vodka/rocks from the bartender.  The room
was warm and I unzipped my coat a little.

   My drink came and I took a sip before glancing around the room again.  I
still didn't see anyone I recognized and nobody was paying any particular
attention to me.  Caitlin must have been in the bathroom when I arrived or
I would have seen her.  When she came up behind me I caught a glimpse of
her in the mirror just before she touched my shoulder and said, "Hi, Jane."

   I was stunned!  Caitlin?  Tall, redheaded Caitlin was gay?  And
interested in me?  She grinned.  "You look shocked.  I guess I've been
successful in concealing my sexual orientation as well as my interest in
you."

   I took a long sip of vodka.  "Yes, you have.  Extremely successful.  But
why send those notes?"

   The bartender came over and Caitlin paused to order a drink.  "I wanted
to see if you'd play the game with me.  And I wanted to see if you were as
prudish as you appeared to be." She paused as the bartender approached with
her drink.  She took a sip before continuing.  "You did play and apparently
you aren't at all prudish." As she spoke she reached over and tugged my
zipper down.  I caught her hand and held it for a moment.  We stared at
each other in silence for what seemed like forever but probably wasn't more
than thirty seconds.  Finally, I dropped my eyes and released her wrist.
She pulled the zipper down to my waist and slipped her hand into the
opening.  I stared at our reflections while she fondled my breasts.  She
leaned close and whispered, "Finish your drink, slut.  I'm going to take
you outside and fuck you."

   Actually, she didn't fuck me.  She took me outside, through the back
door, and I leaned against the building with my coat open while she
crouched and licked my pussy.  It was incredibly erotic despite the cold. I
arched my back and pushed my cunt against her mouth as I felt my orgasm
building.  Afterward, she stroked my cheek and told me that I was a pretty
slut.  "Zip up your coat before you catch pneumonia.  My car is over there,
the red Camaro.  Follow me to my place." She turned and walked away without
looking back.  I trotted across the street and got into my car.  I followed
her across town to her condo.  At one point, I almost turned off and went
home but I didn't.

   Caitlin's condo is in a new luxury development that has traditional
condos and detached units that are really single-family homes.  Caitlin
lives in one of the latter.  It's not something she could afford if she had
to rely on her salary but her family has money.  She drove into the garage
while I stopped in the driveway.  She motioned for me to pull into the
empty space and I did.  When I got out of the car the garage door was
closing.  "Leave your coat in the car, slut." Her smile took the sting out
of the word slut.

   I slipped my coat off and tossed it into the front seat.  I was about to
close the door when she said, "Might as well leave everything in the car."
I slipped off my shoes and thigh highs and tossed them in too.

   Caitlin took something out of her pocket and tossed it on the floor.  I
glanced down and saw that it was a black leather collar, a dog's collar.
"Get down on your knees and put it on.  Or get back in your car and leave
and we'll pretend tonight never happened."

   I took a deep breath.  "How will this affect our working relationship?"

   Her answer surprised me.  "It won't.  I resigned today.  I'm moving
across the street to work for Morehouse."

   I sank to my knees and picked the collar up.  Then, slowly, I put it
around my neck and buckled it snugly.  Caitlin smiled.  "Training you is
going to be fun, slut.  You're going to be a perfect slave when I'm done.
But that's for tomorrow.  Tonight, I'm just going to fuck your brains out.
I've got a big strap-on that I've been dying to use on you." She stepped
aside and ushered me into her kitchen.  "Have you ever taken it in the
ass?"

   I shook my head, suddenly scared.  "Nhhh no." I could feel tears
starting to flow.  "Never.  Oh, God!  Please don't....."

   She slapped me across the face.  A hard slap that left me crying.  She
grabbed my chin with her right hand and pushed her left thumb into my
mouth, pressing down on my tongue.  "Listen, slut.  You're my slave.  I'll
do anything I want to you or with you!  Do you understand?  Do you want to
back out?  Last chance, cunt."

   She released me and I stared down at my feet.  "I understand.  I don't
want to back out." Actually, I did but I didn't want to admit it.  I feared
her contempt more than I feared what she might do to me.

   She took me up to her bedroom and made me kneel by the bed while she
undressed.  She's taller than me, maybe 5' 9" to my 5' 7", and she's much
prettier.  She has nice long legs but her tits are smaller than mine,
34A/'B at best.  But they're pretty.  I was fascinated by her smooth, bare
vulva and wondered if my sex was as exposed as hers now that I'd shaved.
Strictly speaking, her dildo wasn't a strap-on since it was attached to a
pair of rubber panties that fit very snugly.  They were made like a thong
so that her firm buttocks were bare.

   She tossed me a tube of petroleum jelly.  "Grease yourself.  Then you can
lube the dildo with your mouth."

   I crouched in front of her, staring at the wall, while I lubricated
myself with the petroleum jelly.  I squeezed some onto my fingers and
reached back to spread myself with my other hand while I smeared the
petroleum jelly around my anus.  "Get some inside." I blushed and pushed a
well-lubricated finger into my anus.  Caitlin crouched and played with my
nipples.  "You like touching yourself back there, don't you?"

   I shook my head.  "Nooo."

   She grinned and pinched my nipples.  "Tell the truth.  You like it,
don't you?"

   I hung my head and whispered, "Yesss.  I do."

   "Do you want me to fuck your tight little asshole?"

   I hesitated, then nodded.  "Yes." My voice was so low I wondered if she
heard me.

   She had.  She grinned and ran her hand through my hair.  "Beg for it,
slut.  Beg me to fuck you in your tight little asshole."

   I had tears running down my cheeks when I looked up into her eyes and
whispered, "Please, fuck me."

   She slapped me.  "You can do better than that!" I closed my eyes for a
moment and she slapped me again.  "I want to see your eyes while you beg!"

   "Please," I begged.  "Please fuck me in my tight little asshole.
Please!"

   She pushed the head of the dildo against my lips.  "Get it good and wet,
bitch.  It'll go in easier."

   I licked and sucked until the dildo was soaked with saliva.  Then she
made me turn and rest my torso on the bed.  "Reach back and spread
yourself, bitch." I reached back and spread my buttocks.  I felt the tip of
the dildo against my anus and I took a deep breath and held it.  She eased
it in and it hurt but not as much as it could have if she'd been less
gentle.  When it was all the way in my rectum felt stuffed.  She paused for
a moment and then began to fuck me with long, smooth strokes.  After a
couple of minutes I stopped crying and reached down between my legs to play
with my clit.  She promptly slapped me across the back of my head.  "Get
you hands behind your neck, slut.  If you want to play with yourself you
have to ask permission.  Remember that in the future!"

   I clasped my hands behind my neck and stared at the wall while she
fucked me.  I could tell that the pressure of the dildo against her clit
was turning her on but I wasn't feeling anything other than a mildly
pleasurable sensation as the dildo slid in and out of my ass.  As she
became aroused she pumped faster and harder.  I began to feel a tingling
sensation deep in my belly.  She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
"Are you going to come?"

   I nodded as best I could.  "Yes, I think so."

   She pulled harder and I whimpered in pain.  Then, suddenly, I felt
myself swept up in the most pleasurable orgasm I'd ever experienced.  She
released my hair and my head fell forward.  I turned and looked back over
my shoulder as best I could.  "Yessss.  Fuck me!  Fuck me hard!  Hurt me.
Hurt me.  Hurt me." I wasn't aware of saying, "Hurt me." Not until she told
me about it later.  She rammed the dildo deep into my ass and held it
there, swinging her hips from side-to-side.

   I heard her say, "Oh, GOD!  That's so good!" And then she fell forward,
pressing me down onto the bed, her nipples poking into my back.  Her body
was sweaty and she rubbed her tits against me.  Then she kissed the back of
my neck and whispered, 'You're mine, now.  All mine."

   I turned my head to one side and kissed her hand in acknowledgement.  I
was hers.  Her slave.  Her slut.  Her bitch.  Later, after we showered, she
cupped her hand between my legs and said, "This is mine and I don't want
you to forget it for a minute!"

   I spent that night at her condo.  She attached my collar to a hook set
in the ceiling of her bedroom using a heavy chain after first taking down
the hanging plant that disguised the true purpose of the hook.  She cuffed
my hands behind my back and made me spread my knees and cross my ankles.
She tied my ankles in the crossed position using a length of soft velvet
cord.  She was going to use a spreader bar to keep my knees spread but then
she realized it would be harder on me not to have one.  Then I'd have to
concentrate on keeping my knees spread for balance.  Finally, she clamped
my nipples with a pair of adjustable clamps.  She tightened them down until
I was crying.  She adjusted the chair so that it was taut.  Then she left
me.  She came back and hour later and removed the clamps before going to
bed.  I cried as the blood rushed back to my sore nipples.  I spent a
sleepless night on my knees.

   The next morning, Saturday morning, my training began and continued all
the way though until after midnight on Sunday.  When Caitlin finally let me
go home I'd learned to call her Mistress or Ms.  Caitlin.  I'd learned how
to present myself to her - on my knees, knees spread, ankles crossed, hands
resting on my thighs, palm up.  I'd learned not to use the "I" word but
instead to refer to myself in the third person, as "This slut" or "This
cunt" or "This slave" or "This whore".  She preferred "This bitch".

   I was forbidden to have sex with anyone other than her.  Sex with a man
would earn me a brutal whipping.  Sex with a woman was punishable too, but
not as severely.  There were rules about what clothes I could wear.  Bras
had to leave my nipples bare.  Panties were forbidden except during my
period and then, unless it was an emergency, I had to call and ask
permission.  My skirts had to be no longer than 6" above my knees.
Pantyhose were forbidden, which was no big deal because I've never liked
them.

   Also, despite my initial repugnance, I'd started to learn how to please
her with my tongue.  I enjoyed masturbating her but she had to whip me
before I'd go down on her.  I began to enjoy it when I realized how much
she liked it.  It gave me a small measure of power over her and I applied
myself to the task of learning to be the best cunt-licker I could possible
be.

   She left for her new job two weeks later and it was a relief not to have
her around all day, reminding me of the things we'd done the night before.
Shortly after that I gave up my apartment and moved in with her.  My
training accelerated.  I went home to visit my parents at Christmas but I
was back home two days later.

   Caitlin took me to a beauty salon and had my hair trimmed short, turning
me back into the tomboy I'd been in my 'teens.  We went straight home from
the beauty salon and I showered under her supervision.  Then she took me to
a jewelry store where we picked out a pair of nipple rings.  The owner of
the store, an attractive woman in her forties, waited on us herself.
Apparently she and Caitlin were old friends.  After discussing what Caitlin
wanted the woman turned to me.  She glanced at Caitlin and said, "May I?"

   Caitlin nodded and the woman unbuttoned two more buttons on my shirt and
pushed it aside, exposing my breasts.  I blushed as she cupped them and
teased my nipples erect with her thumbs.  "Ummm.  Her nipples are kind of
delicate.  You'll need a suitably delicate ring." I stood there, breasts
bare, while she held up various rings so Caitlin could judge how they'd
look.

   A couple of pretty teenagers came in and saw me.  They drifted over and
watched for a moment, quickly realizing what the situation was.  One of
them, a blonde, smiled at Caitlin.  "May I touch her?"

   Caitlin smiled and said, "Sure.  But your tits have to be bare too."

   I was sure she'd refuse but the blonde shrugged and pulled her sweater
off over her head and then slipped her bra off.  Her tits were full and
firm and pear-shaped.  Her nipples were as big as erasers and were pierced,
as was her navel.  She stepped close and fondled my breasts for a few
moments.  Then she smiled at Caitlin and said, "Thank you." She slipped her
bra on and then pulled her sweater on over her head.  She paused for a
moment to fix her hair and then she and her friend left.

   Caitlin selected a pair of delicate rings and paid for them.  I buttoned
my shirt and we left.  The next day she took me to a tattoo parlor where a
gruff, bearded biker-type pierced my nipples and fitted the rings.  Despite
his appearance he was very gentle and before we left he made sure we knew
how to take care of my piercings to avoid infection.

   On New Years Eve we went to a private party at Edie's.  She went as an
Amazon warrior and I went as, what else, her slave.  Her nude slave.  She
rubbed me down with body lotion to make my skin gleam then, just before we
went inside, she used a spritzer to cover me with droplets of water to
simulate sweat.  We paused just inside the door while she cuffed my wrists
behind my back, snapped a leash onto my collar, and placed clamps on my
nipples.  I was terrified as she led me inside.  And excited beyond belief!

   I had to depend on Caitlin for everything.  Food.  Drink.  Protection. I
was fondled and stroked and in some cases, with Caitlin's permission,
kissed and masturbated.  When I had to go to the bathroom she turned me
over to a cute little blonde and told her that I had to straddle the seat,
facing the toilet.  The blonde stood behind me, her hands on my shoulders,
while I urinated.  It took a few minutes before I was relaxed enough to go.
It helped when she rubbed my shoulders.

   The blonde, Ellen, was a slave too.  Her owner was also the owner of
Edie's, a woman named Grace Wu.  Grace was a beautiful woman in her mid
thirties, originally from Taiwan.  Ellen used a wad of toilet paper to dry
me, an unexpectedly erotic experience.  I didn't resist when she kissed me
but when she slipped her hand between my legs I told her I'd be whipped it
I had sex with her.  She stopped immediately.

   Back at the table, Caitlin smiled at me and said, "Remind me to whip you
later."

   I was stunned.  "Why, mistress?  We didn't do anything!"

   She nodded calmly.  "But you wanted to, didn't you?"

   I dropped my eyes and whispered, "Yes, mistress." Then, defiantly, I
said, "This slut wishes she had since she's going to be whipped anyway!"

   Caitlin smiled and I shivered in terror.  She got up and went to find
Grace.  When they returned they made Ellen and I whip each other.  Ten
strokes - belly and tits.  Grace flipped a coin and Ellen called it.  She
lost so I elected to be whipped first.  She alternated between my belly and
tits and she didn't hold back.  I was sobbing by the time the count reached
five.  When it was my turn I swung the strap as hard as I could, enjoying
her scream as the belt cut across her flat, firm belly.  She screamed even
louder when I brought it down across her pert, pointy nipples.

   Afterward, Ellen and I were forced to kneel in a corner for a half-hour.
At the end of the night, when everybody else left, Caitlin and I stayed
behind.  Caitlin and Grace relaxed with snifters of brandy while Ellen and
I entertained them by making love on top of a table, in the classic 69.  I
almost went crazy when Ellen ran the tip of her tongue over my anus!  I
screamed with pleasure as it triggered an incredibly intense orgasm!  They
kept us at it for over an hour, until we were both sweating profusely.  I
lost count of the number of orgasms I had but it had to be at least six.
Ellen swore she experienced at least that many.

   Finally, when they let us stop, we dried ourselves off with bar towels
and then Caitlin and I went home.  She gave me a mild whipping after I
reminded her and then we went to bed and stayed there until noon on New
Year's Day.  We got up, showered and had a leisurely lunch, and then we
went for a drive in the country.  Caitlin showed me an old farmhouse on
fifty acres of land out in the county and told me she was thinking of
buying it.  I was skeptical.  "It needs a lot of work."

   She smiled.  "Know anything about tools?"

   I nodded.  "My daddy made sure of that." Then it dawned on me.  "You're
thinking of doing it yourself?"

   She nodded, "With some slave labor, of course." She got out and I
followed.  We walked around the house and looked over the barn.  "I want
you to quit your job." I started to protest but she held up her hand.
"Listen!  I'll pay you a good salary and put everything in a trust account.
I'll do a 401K and the whole nine yards.  Okay?"

   I thought about it for a couple of minutes.  "Okay.  It'll be fun."

   She grinned.  "Good.  Take off your clothes."

   "Here?  Now?  It's barely 30 degrees!"

   "Wimp!  I want you to run around the barn naked.  It's good luck."

   I grumbled under my breath as I stripped.  My body was covered with
goose bumps before I finished and my nipples were as hard as marble.  She
tied my wrists behind me with a length of soft drapery cord she always
carries in her pocket.  I ran around the barn, wearing only my socks and
hiking boots, my tits bouncing with each step.  It was awkward running with
my hands tied but I could handle it for a short distance.  The cold
tightened my skin and when I came around the barn Caitlin took a couple of
pictures with a pocket 35mm camera.  Later, when I looked at 8x10s of the
shots she took I had to agree that I looked pretty good.

   We jumped into the car and she turned the heater on full-blast and
hugged me until I was warm again.  Then I put my clothes on and we left.
Caitlin made an offer on the farmhouse the following day.  It was accepted
without too much negotiation and the closing was set for January 30th.  I
resigned from my job and went on her payroll on the 20th.  We consulted
with a young architect named Gail and she helped us plan the renovation.
Gail was fascinated by my relationship with Caitlin and when she asked me
about it, while Caitlin was out of the room, I shrugged and said, "I'm her
slave." She asked a lot of questions but I told her she'd have to talk to
Caitlin.  She obviously didn't want to do that because she didn't say a
word when Caitlin returned.  Or maybe she was just scared.

   After the closing, the three of us drove out to the farmhouse and Gail
marked up what needed to be removed first.  When I came back, Caitlin
smiled and said, "Gail wants to know if you're really a slave.  Show her."

   The farmhouse was cold, the temperature set for 55 degrees, but it was
sultry compared to outdoors.  I stripped while Gail watched, wide-eyed, and
dropped to my knees in front of Caitlin.  I went down on my belly in the
dust and licked the toes of her boots.  I remained on my belly until she
snapped her fingers once.  Instantly, I was up on my knees, beside her,
just one-half step to her left and one-half step back, in the proper
resting position.  Gail shook her head slowly and whispered, "Oh!  My!
God!"

   Caitlin grinned and slapped her.  "Your turn, bitch."

   I held my breath, waiting for the explosion, but Gail meekly undressed
and dropped to her knees.  She's my height, blonde, and a little prettier
but I have a better body.  Her legs are almost as nice as mine.  She does
have a cute little ass on her.  And I did enjoy watching her grovel at
Caitlin's feet, but I did feel a pang of jealousy.

   Caitlin noticed and told me to go and wait in the kitchen.  She didn't
sound angry but I didn't take any chances.  As soon as she entered the
kitchen I went down on my belly and licked her boots in abject submission.
She crouched and held my head in both hands, jerking my head up until I was
staring right into her eyes.  "Are you jealous, slut?"

   I whispered, "Yes, mistress." And closed my eyes, waiting for her to
punish me for my impertinence.  As a slave, I had no right to be jealous.
But she just kissed me softly and said, "I understand.  I'd like to play
with her for a while but I'll send her away if that's what you want."

   I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.  "Please, mistress.  She is
cute and if you want to play with her that's your decision.  But this slut
implores you not to let Gail replace her as your favorite."

   I was crying when Caitlin kissed me, a long tender kiss with lots of
tongue on both sides.  "She'll never replace you!  You're *my* slut.  For
life."

   Caitlin sent me back to the living room.  Gail was on her knees,
shivering.  I dropped to my knees beside her.  Caitlin came in and asked
Gail if she'd accept being her #2 slave.  Gail slanted a look at me and
whispered, "No, please.  I don't think so."

   So Caitlin sent her on her way.  She continued to supervise the
renovation but she was very proper and formal in all of her dealing with
us. Caitlin is still looking for another slave to join me.  Sometimes I
long for her to succeed and sometimes I pray that she won't.  But, whatever
happens will happen and this slut had nothing to say about it.

   The End



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