This is a work of fictional consensual non-consent blackmail play - please assume that (as it would be if in real life) negotiations have taken place and that mutual interests, safe words, and limits have been established.

It’s Tuesday night and she’s in her living room watching television and practicing her positions. 

“Wait”, “service”, “breasts”, “inspection", “endure”, “showstopper”, “kneel”, “nadu”, “stool”, “table”, “ass up”, “humble”, and “bara”.

She cycles through them slowly and smoothly; controlling her breaths and body. About 30 minutes she practices, then takes a shower and returns to the living room to lotion her body. 

She walks with purpose, floating like an angel.

Every Tuesday night - clean the kitchen, wash the dishes, practice positions.

It’s all in preparation, whether that be for the weekend, or for life. 

I’ve accepted her as my sub - one day this woman might be my Queen, possibly with officers and servants of her own - then again maybe she will be a spineless plaything on her knees for a superior woman in my lap whom she calls “Mistress”. 

The future is funny that way.

On Mondays she studies to set herself up for a promotion that she never thought seriously about until she met me. 

After that, it is about pleasure - it is her last time until she sees me again. She practices masturbation in appealing positions, working on her moaning and begging. Sometimes naked or just in underwear, other times in yoga pants keeping them on until finished. No matter what, she puts her used panties in her mouth and thanks me through them.

Wednesdays she cleans the bathroom then practices stripping and/or twerking.

Thursdays she does her laundry, studies again, and practices things like ahegao, drooling, slurping, as well as postures and model walking.

Fridays she does touch-up chores, takes a bath, shaves her body, puts on nail polish (or fake nails), and reads through the roleplay she will carry out on Saturday - contacting me if she has questions, then relaxes.

Every weekday she wakes up and tells herself “today is going to be a good day” and follows up with affirmations about herself, says a morning mantra (assurance and strength for the day),  texts me “good morning”, then does yoga. She may drink juice if she likes but only water after that for the rest of the day (I allow her to have a mini can of soda every now and then - for a price). 

When she returns home - she walks in and locks the door, undresses, and kneels on a pillow for 10 breaths (a mantra of submission and obedience to me), then changes into a pair of short shorts, yoga pants, or just underwear, and a tight (but soft) top, and puts on her collar. 

She eats and chills out for a while, performs her weekly tasks, takes a shower, then she lotions her entire body.

Every night she goons and owes me a certain number of edges (I vary this number for my own purposes) and depending on how she has behaved, I tell her whether she is allowed to perform these before or after her shower (if after, she is not allowed to change her underwear).

One last breathing exercise, a mantra of a quiet mind.

The last thing she does before going to sleep is she texts me “goodnight”.

I watch it all, typically on Thursday or Friday nights, scrolling through time-lapse videos. I note when she cheats on her tasks, a tally of punishments to come.

We’ve known each other for some time now, I know what turns her on, what drives her, what motivates her, and more importantly than anything - what scares and humiliates her. 

Most Saturdays she wakes up and packs a bag, takes a thorough shower, applies makeup, does her hair, edges again, and heads over to my place. I allow her to use my bedroom and restroom to prepare for me - putting on a slutty outfit and getting into the right headspace. Then we carry out a roleplay (we have a standing roleplay, and I have made others based on our mutual fantasies).

I provide her aftercare and we talk about what we’d like to do with the rest of the day. Once a month I typically take her out to a movie or bowling, etc., other times we hang out at my place. She does puzzles, reads books, binge watches tv…  my favorite part is the wireless vibrator,

The way that I treat her depends on how she acts - she can act like a teenage princess sitting on my couch playing on her phone with a collar around her neck connected to a leash with the handle around her wrist - conversely, she can be a brat asking for punishment such as standing in the corner with her ass spread until she learns her lesson.

Whether she is hogtied and gagged on the floor, or able to move freely but available for use - these decisions are ultimately hers to make. The toys, subjugation, and humiliation that I put her through though - those are non-negotiable. Misogyny in the real world is an abomination, but a bound woman with body writing and smeared makeup is sexy.

Sundays (for now) I let her have most of the day to herself. She wakes up in my bed and humps my leg to ask permission to leave. Sometimes I take advantage of her one more time (or a few), others I let her go about her day. She’s allowed to stay as long as she likes, but her holes are my property even in her own home, let alone in mine.

Sunday night she writes me a letter: sometimes it’s to thank me for allowing her to visit and for a great time, sometimes it’s a love letter or an extension of the roleplay that we carried out, others she begs me to keep her secrets.

On Monday, she texts me when she is done studying to say “hi”. Sometime after that, I send her a few of the photos and videos I took on Saturday, or other equally embarrassing material - I make her play with herself while observing her own disgrace and degradation, assuring her that this week is not the week I allow her to escape my control.

We chat throughout the week and I burrow myself deeper into her life and into her mind. There are times when I give her a specific task to do, or just send her another not-so-friendly reminder that her ass is in a sling and that I own it. I will never tire of watching her humping a pillow for me - go ahead and flip me off, argue with me, it doesn’t change a thing.

Every now and then I go to her place, it is my second dwelling now after all. She dotes on me in the place she calls home, as my guest and servant. Drinking water from a dog bowl at my place is one thing, I enjoy the thought of what she must feel doing it on her own floor.

I also enjoy using the tracker app on her phone, whether it’s just to observe - or with the intent to impose. A friendly “hi” while standing in line to get coffee means nothing to the rest of the world, but it's a deliciously unsettling threat to her peace of mind. 

It hasn’t always been this way, this is a timely evolution and one day it will evolve again. 

When I first reached out, I gave her a long leash to let her acclimate to her new life of forced submission. A few tasks, a lot of conversation, and many, many photos for my amusement.

I collared and named her. I transformed her. She fought for months, bucking like she had a chance. I broke her =)

She received a collar promotion for her obedience, it was a beautiful occasion (but far too graphic to post).

My most recent, and by far my favorite invasion of her privacy is the cameras in her bedroom and living room. I used to have her use a webcam or her phone camera, but this is so much simpler.

One day I will have her chastised, she will beg for relief and it won’t be such a “given” that I will allow her to have it. She will dive deeper into bimbofication and objectification.

We will go on trips together; yes, in fact I do have a pet and a collapsible cage to prove it.

She will find a sister - either to share with me or to submit to. I can’t wait to watch her take, or be taken by another woman. I will give them a strap-on to fight over and see who comes out the victor then gaslight them to humiliate the loser. Once the loser is broken, crying, drooling, and worn out - I will order them to switch.

She will succeed in ways she never thought she could, she will be confident and strong in the world, she will be worthless and weak in my bedroom, and she will forget that there is any other life to have.

But for now, it’s Tuesday and she’s in her living room watching television and practicing her positions.