For some background, I had been posting on various subreddits for a consensual blackmail dynamic. If you’re not familiar with that, it’s a similar concept of consensual non-consent (CNC) rape play. Except instead of rape, I have compromising photos and videos of them and use that to threaten them to do anything I want. CNC blackmail is very psychological and uses fear and anxiety to push people through their boundaries in an extreme master/slave dynamic. Kinks, expectations, limits, and a safe word were discussed and arranged before beginning. All acts were consensual.

Now this girl, we’ll call Marie (not her real name), is someone that had repressed their submissive side all her life. Marie was a natural born people pleaser. Being submissive was who she was deep down inside and it’s something she was, without knowing she was. She had a rough upbringing and quickly joined the military as soon as she could. From there she got into a relationship with her husband and started having kids. This is something that brought her great joy. It gave her a sense of purpose and something to keep herself occupied with. Marie was a great mother. She’s the type of mom to be engaged with her kids; bringing them to sports practice and games, going to church regularly, participating in scouts. Kids were her passion and that’s why she got into teaching. For many years she put her heart and soul into becoming a great teacher, being well respected by her peers and other parents.

But like everyone, Marie was hit hard by covid. Being such an active person and now she was unable to do all those things that made her, her. School was now online, her own kids were now old enough to be self reliant, husband was focused on himself, and everything else was shut down due to quarantine. She no longer had her distractions and that’s ultimately what made her who she is today. See, Marie started to read more and more erotic stories online. She was lonely in a dead bedroom and was getting more curious about her own needs and wants. Soon she was browsing various subreddits for submissives and that’s when she responded to a post of mine seeking someone to consensually blackmail.

Marie reached out to me on the evening I posted. Asking what is wrong with her that she just got out of a short blackmail dynamic that turned into a real blackmail situation, that she was now missing it. We talked for a couple hours getting to know each other a bit better. She had lots of questions. It was getting late and she wanted to take the night to think about it. Well… the voyeur in me got curious. I started digging around her profile and found some things that lead to me finding who she was in real life. A quick google search of her name pulled up more than I could ever ask for. It was almost too easy. Gotta love the older generation and their lack of internet safety. I found her Facebook. Which is a gold mine for a blackmailer. It gave me all her friends and family that I can use against her later. I found her Twitter. And more importantly, I found her school personal webpage for her class. It had her email, phone numbers, work address. And the school website itself listed all of the staff members. So now I had all her coworkers information, including the principal and super intendant. I couldn’t believe it lol. So naturally I did what any good blackmailer would do, I sent her an ominous message asking if her boss, by her real name, knows what kind of things she gets up to in her personal time.

Marie was quick to fall in line after that. Which I thought was kind of funny considering I had nothing actually on her yet. She could have easily just ghosted me or backed out, but she didn’t (I asked her beforehand which way she was leaning with this and she wanted to continue). So that’s where I started, I needed something over Marie to kickstart all this, so I could have something to threaten her with. I needed something to begin her blackmail debt. I had already found out her address online, so I made her write humiliating things all over her body that said something to the effect that she was a stupid blackmail slut, and then I had her pose naked with her driver’s license with address visible. I told her if she didn’t do as I asked I would post this picture online for anyone to do with what they want. That’s part of the fun I love about blackmail. It’s not necessarily about making them do any specific act, it’s their reaction to it that’s hot. And that’s what I loved about Marie, she had the best reactions to my demands. She would always project her inner monologue, saying how fucked up this was, how she hated me, saying anything to tug at my heartstrings, to no avail. She was easy to get in her head and have fun with. She was someone that knew I was gaslighting and manipulating her, I made it very clear in my post that I would, and it wasn’t too long before she would get Stockholm syndrome and enjoy the abuse I put her through.

So what do you do when you find someone that is just so blackmailable? You have all the fun that you ever desired! For being in her early 40’s Marie had a pitiful selection of toys. Some cheap vibrator you’d expect to see at one of those sally may style parties you trick your friends into coming over and buying. No wonder she needed my help. The first order of business was to get some basics from the sex store. I had her pick up a decent sized dildo and buttplug. These with her other toys were enough to begin with. That night I told her to try out her dildo on her ass. Now Marie was quick to protest. She had never had anything in her ass before. She would complain and was not shy about saying what she really felt about me. Now I was a little confused. See, I figured that someone who squeezed out a litter of runts should have no problem shoving an average sized dildo in her ass, but I guess that was my mistake! And I know, I know, you don’t push babies out of your ass, but its the same principle. Luckily for Marie I’m pretty patient. I reminded her what would happen if she didn’t do exactly as I say. That I have her husbands, family, coworkers information. That I could post her online with her address for all to see. It was a simple choice after that. Marie finally saw things from my point of view and stopped dragging her feet and complied. She fucked her asshole for the first time ever under my direction. Having her bend over in doggystyle position, and having her start slow. She struggled getting it inserted, and struggled more to get started mentally. One thing about Marie was that, as smart as she was, she was often pretty ditzy. Marie forgot to get lube. Now being the quick thinker and problem solver I am, I suggested she see how far she can get the dildo in her mouth. Maybe gagging on it will make it a little more slick for her tight asshole. And before she could complain I told her how much worse I would make it if she did. So she kept her mouth shut. Well, kinda lol. She quickly got to work and took it surprisingly well. Turns out she’s got a weird medical thing and doesn’t have a gag reflex. Not that she was throating it, but she did better than I expected. I guess you can teach an old whore new tricks. She would wrap her plump lips around the dildo tip and push herself down until she started coughing. Drool and watery spit dripping from her mouth to her toy. Now she was ready for some real action. Her dildo slid right in with a little force. A new, semi painful experience, not to mention how humiliating it all was. Not only was she just fucking her ass while cursing my existence, but I had her write more degrading words on her body. Anal whore written over face, you know the one, where her mouth is the “O” in whore. A lot of other words to describe her current predicament; lots of rape threats, what a whore she is, her name, and that she’s a free use blackmail slave. It’s the little details that matter. The satisfying thing about all of this was her constant protests and begging. Marie has that iconic “Karen” look to her. Not saying she was, but there’s a look. And that was her. Shoulder-ish blonde hair, a bit of a resting bitch face, with a smile that seems more fake than genuine. So it just made her pleas for mercy all the more sweeter. Seeing someone so proper and in good moral standing with the community, begging me not to force her to fuck her virgin asshole, it’s just a chefs kiss. And afterwards I even made her suck it clean and thank me for letting her do it. The look of disgust she displayed is everything I hoped it to be. It was just absolutely priceless. And now I had more fuel for the fire. A video of this church involved woman, on all fours, fucking her asshole and graciously thanking me for the opportunity. My, how embarrassing and life ruining would that be if it got out…?

Now this just made Marie resent me even more. Except for the fact she was completely wet from doing it. There was no hiding that evidence when I can see it running down her thighs. Her pussy was like a lie detector. See, she was often complaining, but her pussy told a different story. She was even wetter later on when she thought about it over and over again. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. I made her show me how wet she was. And her hand came out more webbed looking than Spider-Man. Her panties were completely saturated. Seeing this only encouraged me to see how far I could actually push her. I knew deep down this is exactly what she had always been fantasizing about. Not about getting fucked in the ass per se, but to let loose and surrender all control to someone. To be an object of lust. To feel desired and wanted. To have a purpose again. She was begging me for some relief. As part of her rules she could only cum if she got my permission or her husband made her cum. And well, it’s a sad day when you’d rather degrade yourself to your blackmailer because your husband isn’t going to do it. Since Marie was so good and open minded, I allowed her to finally cum. It was only fair though that she was made to cum while fucking her ass. After all , that’s what got her so worked up in the first place. Her whole family was home, distracted with their own activities as she hid in her bedroom closet, half naked, trying to stifle her needy moans. Her husband working from home just down the hall. Marie was furiously working herself to desperately cum before anyone disturbed her or takes notice she’s gone. Using her vibe in one hand, the other trying to fuck her asshole again. This time soaking wet from her pussy. This was the first time she came under my control, and the first time in a long while. And the first time I didn’t hear her curse my name, not that she wasn’t cursing still, but it was Gods instead, and for a different reason. Marie could all but contain herself and came hard. This, this was the change she needed. To have someone see the potential in her and desire her for everything she could be. Marie quickly composed herself. Feeling the high of doing a job well done and earning my praise. Having to swap out her panties for ones not so sticky. Cheeks red and flushed, and her breathing returning to normal. Straightening herself up before returning to her wifey and motherly duties, like the good woman she was.

Little did Marie know that fucking her ass with a dildo was one of the easier things I’d have her do. Over our 6 months time together I had her; double teaming herself with two dildos, writing lines on the whiteboard in her classroom naked (after hours), cleaning the staff toilets with her tongue, hours and hours of anal/oral training, going on risky naked public adventures, drenching herself in piss and even drinking it. Everything she did always started with whining and complaining. Trying to get tasks knocked down to something easier. Until I’d have to gaslight her and remind her that this was the easier option I’m having her do, because there was several other options before I gave her that one. Over time she fully embraced everything. She was asking me for more tasks. She no longer complained, but instead would be eager to feed her hungry holes and beg me to give her something fucked up to do.

And over our time together I had to threaten her often, at least in the beginning. As each day went by I had more and more blackmail material to threaten her with. I had her Facebook login that she gave me for taking too long to do a task. Marie would stall for hours trying to get out of a task or have it reduced, sometimes to the point of running out of hours in the day and not even completing it. I had her credit card information for lying to me. Her husband watched their finances like a hawk. I could have easily ordered a ton of embarrassing, expensive sex toys and had them sent to their home. Something she would have to explain. I sent her screenshots of a draft text message made out to her husband asking him if he would still want to kiss her after being a dirty toilet whore, with a pic of her chugging her own piss. That one was more just for fun, especially since I know he’s not the affectionate type anyway. I loved teasing Marie with different ways I could ruin her life. How I could post her nudes to her social media and lock her out of her account. Post her online, with or without face, with or without her personal information. How she doesn’t even know who I am or where I am. That I could personally show up at anytime. That I could be watching her anytime. Nothing made Marie wetter than rape threats. And that’s what kept her in line and continuing her slut journey. The safety of her submission.

Marie and I parted ways on good terms and still talk today. Our dynamic ran its course and we both outgrew what we could do for each other long distance. Since then her life has taken kind of an odd twist that deserves it’s own book in my opinion. She became a little too reckless while getting addicted to the kink world. She’s had several encounters with real blackmail scenarios. One guy from out of country, her original blackmailer, would call her work repeatedly. Another was the husband of a fellow coworker friend who could read between her lines and wanted to pursue something extra in real life with her. Currently she is the pet of a dom and his wife in her area, who has made her come clean to her husband and admit everything to him. But that’s a story for another time!