On paper this girl was absolutely perfect. She had a healthy relationship with parents and younger brother, helping her parents with their small farm. She was a regular church goer and volunteered as a missionary in other countries. She volunteered for an organization to be a “big sister” for girls that needed mentoring. She worked hard in school and even became chapter president of her sorority. She was perfect in the eyes of everyone that knows her. Except she has a darker side to her that only a few people know about. She was deeply submissive and sexually repressed. Which is how I came to blackmail her.

She had reached out to me through one of my ads for consensual blackmail. I know, I know. Consensual blackmail? Sounds like an oxymoron. Consensual blackmail is a lot like rape play. You’re given a safe word and all bets are off until you pull that card. Meaning ‘no’ doesn’t mean ‘no’ anymore. Nothing she says or does matters until she says her safe word. It all starts with her being in my blackmail debt. I had her write degrading words across her naked body and pose with her driver’s license. Now if she didn’t do what I wanted I threatened to post that online for the world to see.

This girl wasn’t just perfect on paper, she was perfect looks-wise too. She had beach blonde hair like how you often see surfers. She had a very tone body from playing sports and working out regularly. And normally I’m an ass man, but she had beautiful, perky C cup tits. And an amazing ass with lower back dimples. She’s the epitome of the girl next door look with a humble beauty about her.

I almost couldn’t believe a girl like this would ever consensually want to be blackmailed. It was unreal. Even I asked her “like wtf are you doing here?” And the answer was simple. She was tired of being perfect all the time. She needed to be pushed in a way where she couldn’t quit. She wanted to surrender all control and let someone else take over. She wanted to be forced, to resist and not win that fight.

So I did what any good blackmailer would do, I took full advantage of the situation. I put her to work right away. Slowly at first, just to gauge her and see where she’s at. Making her fuck her asshole with house hold objects until she got proper toys. Making her strip naked out in the barn with the horses. Making her get down on her knees and make silly animal noises. That one was mostly just for my amusement lol. You gotta have fun with it after all. Hours of blowjob training until her throat was sore. I worked her up to pissing on the bathroom floor and cleaning it up with her tongue and hair. It was always kind of cute before the more harder tasks. She would mentally prep herself up. You could see her working it out in her head. She would always mumble ‘fuck!’ before doing what I asked her, but she always did it.

Our dynamic may have started as blackmail, but it soon just transcended into a ddlg relationship but with more fun tasks. I never needed to threaten her like I did with other girls. She would just do it with very little hesitation. And afterwards she would be so grool-y, her fingers always looked web like from how wet she was. I only had to punish her once. I found out after the fact she had been posting on gonewild. And I didn’t necessarily care she was, but I was just disappointed she felt she couldn’t tell me. So I made her give me her dads cell number. Not that it really mattered considering all the other information and people in her life I had, but her knowing how disappointed I was in her was all the punishment she needed.

Well like most good things there’s always an end. And our end was due to love. Or the pursuit of love rather. She wanted to pursue a relationship in real life and couldn’t have me in her head like I had been. It had taken me awhile to figure it out but I eventually came to the realization of what this was all about. Not only was she looking to be deeply submissive, but I was her form of self harm. When life got to be too much she would seek out extreme type dynamics like this. And that’s how she came to be mine for our time together of roughy three months. The last I saw of her (yes, I still keep tabs on my former girls) she was doing well and is in a relationship with someone that seemingly matches her ‘perfect’ energy. And although I’m sad we aren’t together anymore, I’m truly happy for her.