By Kinkabella
Archived Here With Her Kind Permission

Saturday, August 06, 2005

When my husband and I first became involved in the local BDSM scene, it was all a bit of a novelty for both of us -- he playing the role of my 'Master' and me his 'adoring slave'. I don't think anybody was more surprised than me when I discovered something about myself I'd never known before. It was very embarrassing to admit, but I realized I genuinely was submissive and that I had strange, sometimes frightening needs that weren't being met in my life. Even though my husband and I had a very honest and open relationship with each other, I was reluctant to explain it to him because as far as I could tell, he found the whole D/s world nothing more than a bit of frivolous fun where he could get me naked in public and generally embarrass me -- something I really enjoyed, I hasten to add. But I was afraid of what he might have thought of me if I told him my interests in BDSM were rapidly becoming more and more intense and serious.

Around this same time, I struck up an online friendship with and man (I'll call him Mike) who, I immediately felt comfortable talking to about BDSM and various related things. We also shared many arousing fantasies with each other that in turn inspired me to share some of the photos my husband had taken of me playing BDSM games at the club and elsewhere. Mike wrote wonderful fantasy stories based on these pictures that went way beyond the reality of them including themes of forced submission and sexual servitude. In doing so he ignited similar fantasies of my own and I held back nothing in the telling of them to him. In one such fantasy of mine, I told Mike how there was a number of men who in the maintenance department at the library where I worked who had begun to make appearances in my darkest, most stimulating dreams. In fact, back in my earliest days in the scene, I had almost invited one of them (Dan) to join the BDSM club my husband and I had joined. I had long suspected he would have been interested in going along to a club night and undoubtedly even more interested in seeing what used to happen to me there. I chickened out after discussing it with my husband, who wasn't totally against the idea but thought it might not prove to be the wisest thing to do in the long run, but there remained a constant, lingering "what if?" question that remained unanswered.

Once I'd mentioned these men I worked with, Mike began writing stories for me that included them. Just reading their names in the context of Mike's stories and combined with the pictures I kept feeding to him started to make my fantasies about them incredibly vivid. And then came the story from Mike that really hooked my desires. Unlike all his previous stories, this one was still non-consensual in nature but the seduction into forced sex and slavery came as a result of a blackmail game he had devised. It ingeniously showed a way whereby I could be safely set up in real life to be forced to submit to somebody outside of the BDSM scene -- somebody like "Dan, the man of my darkest dreams" as Mike used to call him. I was so excited after reading the story (which had taken on more of an air of a wicked plot by now) that I couldn't stop myself from sending Mike the email address for Dan as well as two of his friends from the maintenance department (Scott and David.) To this day I can still vividly recall the thrill as my finger sat poised over the send button and then that tantalizing instant when the email containing the information Mike wanted vanished out into the ether between us, knowing there was no way I could take it back. It was my first taste of being genuinely in the control of somebody else, and I loved it!

The game began almost immediately. In his first reply to the information I'd sent him, Mike quickly deviated from the subtle plan I'd read and announced he'd already mailed one of the three maintenance men. He wouldn't reveal what was said or to whom except to say, "he's very interested in playing our little guessing game!" To illustrate what he meant, Mike sent me a copy of the picture he'd sent. It only showed my hands and feet with anything else to identify me being airbrushed out, but I knew it would be enough to identify me in the right circumstances. Manacles seen around my wrists and ankles were also testament to an interest in BDSM. But things really took a turn in what Mike demanded I do for him the following day at work. He reminded me that there was a chance none of the men were any the wiser at this stage but that if I didn't comply he would definitely make all three aware of my secret BDSM life and even send them copies of the kinky confessions I'd made to Mike about them.

"What you must do for me," Mike wrote, "is to find some excuse to invite the man you think I picked to meet you in your office after work. Your invitation must include the specific phrase -- Serendipity says... -- which is the code the person who knows about you now has been told to respond to."

My stomach knotted with a heavy feeling of dread, knots that tightened even more when I read the following:

"When you meet him you are to be barefoot and you're to make sure he gets a good look at your feet. No shoes, stockings or anything else that will prevent him from properly ID'ing you. Oh, and no underwear at all either."

So, the next day, after counting down the hours and minutes through the working day, I slipped off my shoes under my desk and then peeled off my stockings and panties. I hadn't worn a bra to work but managed to conceal the fact from co-workers in my office by wearing a jacket over my blouse. I was very nervous about removing this, knowing that my nipples (by now erect and flushed by a tingling arousal) would be visible through the sheer fabric of my blouse. I felt completely naked, especially because of the barefoot factor. Throughout the day I had been mentally wrestling with the question of which man I should invite to my office. Dan would have been the obvious choice, I thought, but at the last minute I decided to invite David instead.

It was nearly impossible to control my breathing when I dialed his number and he answered almost immediately. I was so nervous my mouth was dry and I stumbled through my pre-rehearsed invitation to him. When I got to the "Serendipity says..." part I nearly lost it completely, especially when his response to it enigmatically failed to confirm one way or the other whether or not he was "the one."

Before David got to my office, I positioned my chair away from my desk and sat one knee modestly over the other, anxiously awaiting his arrival. When he did finally get there, I could feel my face burning red. I could barely bring myself to look at him, I felt so embarrassed and naked and dreading what might happen if it turned out he was the one. My thoughts raced through dozens of fantasy scenarios I'd dreamed of in the past but none seemed half as thrilling now as the reality of being face to face with him and potentially deeply humiliated, or worse. After a minute or so (me mumbling through the fake excuse I'd devised to get him to visit my office) it appeared to me as if he wasn't the one Mike had written to. Oddly enough, this gave me a brief feeling of disappointment that lasted for hours after the brief meeting. If he was the one, he was certainly playing his cards close to his chest, I remember thinking at the time.

Later that night, Mike must have been sitting online waiting for my report because his reply came almost instantly:

"Maybe he's not the one," Mike wrote. "Pick another and play again!"

The following day was even more unnerving, knowing I now had a 50/50 chance of being correct and thus snared completely in Mike's trap. Again I considered inviting Dan but instead chose Scott who, at 25 years of age was just over ten years my junior and the youngest of the three -- David being around 45 and Dan ten years older again than David. Of the three, Scott had been the one I thought of least in my fantasies. It wasn't that he wasn't good looking -- he was by far the best looking of the three. But he was always polite to me and never joked around in the same crude way the other two occasionally did around me. I watched him closely for any signs of recognition, but there was nothing in either his expression or manner that suggested he knew anything. Which left just one man -- Dan, the man of my darkest fantasies...

-=0=-

There was an email from Mike waiting for me when I got home from work on that second day of the Blackmail Game instructing me to meet him in an online chat room he'd created called #blackmail-society. I immediately rushed to log on there and found Mike alone in the room. He asked about my day and was clearly amused when I admitted the hoops he was making me jump through and the suspense were deeply arousing me. He evaded all my attempts to find out whether or not he'd really been in contact with any of the men and instead said I would have to "earn" that information.

"How do I do that?" I asked.

"You have to do something right now for me," Mike replied. "I want you to undress completely, lube up the biggest butt plug you have there, and stick it in that sweet ass of yours."

"But I can't!" I immediately protested. "It's not that I won't do that for you, but I just can't. My husband is here ... it's just impossible for me to do it right now."

Mike went silent for a moment and then said "Well, tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to give you a choice. Either you do what I say right now or tomorrow, when you meet with Dan, you are to be plugged. I wonder if I'll let him know this in advance or whether I let him discover it for himself?"

I shivered at the thought of what Mike was proposing.

"And let's make things really interesting," Mike continued. "You're to entertain him in your office for at least thirty minutes. In that time you are to vary your position, sitting occasionally and walking around. Maybe even take him to your staff room and make him a coffee or something. Oh, and wear a short skirt. We want him to have every opportunity to catch a glimpse of that lovely ass of yours!"  Mike laughed and reminded me it was possible Dan didn't know anything. I didn't know but I sensed it wasn't going to be long before he knew everything and there wasn't a thing I could do to prevent that from happening.

The following day I packed my handbag with a butt plug (a three inch, red latex one) and a tube of lubricant. It was a strangely arousing experience to be carrying the items around with me at work and I constantly felt twinges of guilt about being caught with them. The dress I chose to wear was one I never would normally wear to work -- a tight fitting, Italian designed off-the-shoulder one that accentuated every bump and crevice of my body. It probably wasn't as short as Mike would have liked, but I still felt slightly sluttish wearing it, especially being completely nude under it. A few people at work commented on it and it was difficult to accept their compliments without blushing uncontrollably. I already knew it was the type of dress that would immediately draw some kind of lewd comment from Dan, whether he knew the full story or not.

Just before five in the afternoon, after spending the day rehearsing my phone call to him, I dialed his number and readied myself for the sound of his voice.

"Couldn't you have told me about this earlier in the day?" Dan asked, referring to the plumbing-related pretense I'd concocted to get him up to my office. "It's Friday afternoon, Ingrid!"

"Please Dan, I'm sorry to do this to you," I said, holding back the desperation in my voice.

"For me? Would you do it for me, Dan?" I acted with my best little girl lost voice. "Serendipity says ... can you please fix the leaking faucet?"

Dan laughed, but I wasn't sure whether it was because he knew anything or whether it simply sounded like a silly thing to say. "Okay!" he finally said. "I'll be up in ten minutes."

I thanked him profusely and then rushed out of my office to the staff bathroom to make the necessary preparations. Inside a cubicle, I hitched my dress up to my waist and began smearing large dollops of lubricant onto the butt plug. The first touch of it against my warm anus was cold and slippery and my body immediately broke out into a rash of goose bumps as the tip of it glided almost effortlessly past my resisting sphincter muscle. The narrow tip gradually broadened and stretched my ring as it penetrated me until suddenly, after the first two inches were inserted, the last inch was sucked out of my grip and the plug seated itself deep up between my ass cheeks. It was a strangely familiar and humiliating feeling to have it buried inside me as I walked out of the cubicle. I quickly adjusted my dress and tried not to think about the irritating sensations now radiating out from my impaled ass.

There were still a couple of other librarians working late, but none seemed to notice me as I walked bravely back to my office. Once inside, I kicked off my shoes and cautiously sat at my desk, pretending to look busy for when Dan arrived. Sitting like that on the butt plug made me acutely aware of its presence -- a dull throbbing feeling somewhere between pain and pleasure.

It wasn't easy to tell whether the smirk Dan had on his face as he entered my office was his usual smirk or one of somebody who had unexpectedly come to know all my darkest fantasies. Either way, it made me blush even more deeply when I rose from my seat to greet him.

"So, where's the emergency?" Dan asked. His teeth beamed out from behind his ragged beard.

"This way," I said, urging him to follow me to the staff bathroom.

Every step I took made the butt plug wriggle uncomfortably between my ass cheeks which themselves had nothing to stop them from wobbling. Knowing Dan as I did, I was sure he was enjoying the view from behind as he followed and while I never thought of myself as being a tease in any sense of the word, I couldn't help but feel like I was being as provocative as I'd ever been around him. He waited until we were inside the bathroom before commenting on my dress. As soon as he mentioned it, all I could think of was how it was the only thing that covered my nakedness. He didn't say much about it, which was a bit of a surprise, but there was no denying the look on his face was one of unbridled delight.

"Which faucet?" Dan asked, finally breaking his unblinking stare at me.

I pointed to one that I'd left slightly on minutes before. The first thing Dan did was to turn it off more tightly and it immediately stopped dripping.

"There!" he said, looking a little smug for being able to so easily fix the problem.

Unlike his hurried tone when I spoke to him on the phone, Dan clearly was no longer in a hurry to be anywhere but with me. I knew this would make my job of "entertaining" him as instructed more easy, but it also occurred to me there was a distinct possibility he'd not be easy to get rid of after those thirty minutes had elapsed. "Would you like a coffee for your trouble?" I asked, blinking as innocently as I could at him.

"Sure," he needed no further encouragement to stay.

The other librarians who had been in the library a few minutes ago were now conspicuous by their absence. Aside from the sound of a vacuum cleaner at the far end of the rows of shelves, the building now felt empty of anybody besides Dan and me.

Dan followed me again as I led him to the staff lunchroom, half way between the bathroom and my office. He slumped himself into one of the chairs and watched as I searched for cups and sugar. I could feel my pulse instantly speed up when I realized the sugar had been put away in a cupboard above the kitchenette bench -- a cupboard I'd have to stand on tip-toe to reach. I thought for a second about pretending there wasn't any because I knew reaching for it would cause the hem of my short skirt to ride up even higher and, in all probability, leave Dan in no doubt I wasn't wearing any underwear at all and maybe even reveal the butt plug lodged in my ass. I fidgeted for a moment longer, waiting for the conflict between my arousal and dread of the situation to settle. Then, after taking a deep breath, I rose quickly up onto tiptoe and reached for the handle of the cupboard. Sudden thoughts of Dan sneaking up behind me and ripping my dress off over my head made my nipples grow hard and my clit tingle with perverse expectation. I couldn't see the sugar, but instead of closing that cupboard before opening the one next to it, I kept holding the handle while I opened the door of the second. It was a move I felt guaranteed to raise my skirt high enough so that Dan would definitely catch a glimpse of my bare ass cheeks. Even more arousing now were the thoughts of being tied in that position -- both wrists to the handles of the two cupboard doors, forced into tiptoe while Dan ravished me from behind. I immediately clamped my thighs together, relishing the feeling of soft flesh against soft inner thigh flesh. The sensations now running rampant through my body were familiar and highly pleasurable. Just the thought of everything had been enough to set off a small orgasm!

When I finally retrieved the sugar, I turned back to see Dan with his head buried in the sports pages of an old newspaper left lying on the staff room table. He peered briefly over the top of it at me but wasn't showing any sign of having seen anything. This alarmed me a little because I knew there was no way he would have missed the opportunity and his distraction with the newspaper was surely part of some game he was now playing.

I sat my ass carefully on one of the cold plastic chairs and sipped my coffee, watching discreetly for any signs from Dan as to whether or not he was in on Mike's blackmail game.

"Is everything okay, Ingrid?" he finally asked, breaking a silence that had descended between us. "I mean, you look a little flushed or something."

He didn't have to tell me I looked flushed -- I could feel it burning my face and ears. It was a mix of unsatisfied pleasure and the humiliating knowledge I was sitting on a butt plug right there in front of him. "Just a little tired," I lied.

There was another silence for a moment.

"I got a strange email the other day," Dan started to talk again but the guilt that hit me was so powerful numbed all my senses, including my hearing. It was like the whole world around me had suddenly begun being sucked into a huge, psychedelic vortex.

"You did?" I mumbled when he finally appeared to have finished his sentence.

"Some internet guy. Says he's playing a game with you and that I should ask you what 'Serendipity says' means. What's all that about?"

I felt paralyzed. It was like a double jeopardy. If I explained it truthfully, he'd definitely know everything. If I lied and said it was nothing but some online silliness, his interest might still be piqued enough to ask Mike. I chose to lie and said it was nothing, but I was so nervous by this point I knew I was tacitly encouraging him to pursue his curiosity behind my back. He shrugged and gave the impression he believed me, but I sensed I hadn't convinced him at all with my feeble response. Worst of all, it was Friday afternoon and I intuitively knew I was going to be kept in suspense until Monday.

Dan eventually finished his coffee and stood to leave. I bravely tried to return his smile but I couldn't look him in the eye. The cloudy grayness of them had a definite new twinkle to them as he leaned in close to whisper to me. "Cute panties. And you smell good enough to eat!"

I felt swamped by a feeling of embarrassment. Not just that he had caught a glimpse of my bare ass, but that had been sitting there all that time sniffing in the humiliating odor of my arousal.

Later that night, I met Mike again in his chat room to tell him of the days events. He admitted to having sent Dan an email but refused to elaborate. He also hinted that the wheels had already been set in motion to take his game to a new level. I by now had mixed feelings about whether or not I really wanted this fantasy to come true, but it was far too late to negotiate that with Mike.

"For one thing," he said, "I'm having too much fun!"

Mike then went on to say Dan had contacted him. He said Dan was more than a little curious to find out the things I hadn't told him about our game.

"He did?" I felt panicked. "What did you tell him?"

"What you wanted me to tell him. That you want to be a sex slave for him and all his friends."

"You didn't!"

"Indeed I did. He told me he already knew about your kinky club ..."

Questions exploded in my head.

"But how?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Mike laughed.

"How much does he know?"

"Now, now, Ingrid. I'm the one who will be doing all the interrogating from now on. Me and my trusty new friend, Dan."

I felt hopelessly out of control of everything. It was a feeling I'd often enjoyed in play, but this new reality was way beyond anything I had anticipated.

"But," I tried to think straight. "But what if I refuse to go any further with this. If you get Dan thinking he's free to do whatever he likes to me without my consent, I could easily report him to the police."

"I've considered that," Mike said. "You forget out little code word for you. Remember? Serendipity says..."

"Yes, but -- "

"Yes, but nothing. From now on, anybody who approaches you and gives you this command will have to be obeyed. If you refuse, which you are of course free to do, those who know the code will be told to report back to me and I'll send them all your pictures. It's your choice."

Mike had me right where he wanted me and he obviously knew it.

"Please Mike. I don't want to play this game anymore. I'll do whatever you want --"

"You'll do whatever I want whether you want to or not. And don't tell me you're not enjoying every second of this!"

My thighs instinctively clamped together as the impact of his words sunk in. It was true, only I didn't want to admit it.

"Speaking of pictures," Mike said. "I sent Dan a copy of one of my favorites of you just to prove to him that I wasn't making up anything about you. We've decided to use it to play another little game with you."

Mike then sent me a link to a web page he'd created. On it was a picture (I knew it was of me) that had been covered with half a dozen red boxes concealing my image.

"You remember those little Advent Calendars? The little pop-open windows you open on the days leading up to Christmas?"

"Yes," I replied, intrigued.

"Well, you'll be able to keep track of how many people I tell about you. Each box, when it's removed, will be a clue that I've sent out an invitation. Dan was also kind enough to supply me with another four names and email addresses of people he thought would also get a kick out of playing our game. He, of course, doesn't count as he already has seen the picture in question. So, all up, there could be as many as seven people wanting a piece of your sweet ass!"

I book-marked the page and feigned an excuse to log off. What had I got myself into?

-=0=-

By late Friday night I noticed one of the red boxes had already been removed from Mike's "Advent Calendar", signaling he'd been in touch with another person on his list of people he was going to expose me to. A check of my email shortly after confirmed this but he wouldn't say exactly who on his list had been contacted. What he did say, however, deeply alarmed me. It wasn't a request -- it was an order and I knew I'd have to obey or risk even greater humiliations.

"First thing tomorrow morning you are to go to the library and meet Dan in the maintenance office down in the basement. He said your electronic key to the car park should give you access. The door to his office will be closed and before you knock, you must strip completely and leave your clothes in your car. When he opens the door he should find you standing there with your head bowed and your hands behind your back. You are to then say 'Serendipity says I must be punished,' and obey everything he tells you to do."

I didn't sleep a wink Friday night. A mixture of tantalizing excitement and terrifying dread filled my thoughts. The following morning I made an excuse to my husband about having to slip into work to pick up some work and then got myself ready for my first real surrender to Mike's demands.

The sound of the large, metal roller door into the car park reverberated loudly in the empty car park as it closed behind me. Out of habit more than anything, I parked where I usually did -- a space about twenty yards away from the maintenance office. I sat in my car for a minute or two, fighting back the anxiety I felt over what I was about to do. Finally, I slipped out of my car and quickly undressed, removing everything I was wearing, including my wristwatch. The concrete floor was cold underfoot as I nervously approached the door to Dan's office. A slither of light radiating out through a crack underneath it confirmed he might be waiting inside then, exactly as instructed, I gave a couple of short, taps with my knuckles on the door and waited in position.

"Serendipity says I should be punished," I mumbled when Dan opened the door. The grin on his face beamed.

"Well, well! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes! I have a present for you --"

I glanced up for a second and noticed him hold up a stainless steel slave collar, just like the one he'd obviously seen me wearing in the picture Mike had sent him.

"Hold up your hair so I can lock this around your neck," Dan said.

I shivered at the cold touch of steel around my neck and at the clicking sound of it locking in place.

"From now on, every morning when you get to work, you are to come to my office just as you are and be locked in this collar for the day. I know it looks a bit obvious, but you will be allowed to wear one of these scarves around your neck to conceal it.

I looked down at the purple silk scarves Dan pulled from his pocket.

"There are five of these in all, which you are to keep with you at all times. They'll come in very handy, as you'll soon discover. Hold out your wrists --"

It was a reflex action to obey, and I watched silently as Dan tied a scarf to each of my wrists and then my ankles, leaving long tails hanging off each.

"Follow me," he said, gently leading me into his office. "Stand here --"

I let him position me in the open gate of a wire cage used to store chemicals and things at the back of his office. Dan pulled my arms out to the metal support poles and used the scarves around my wrists to tether me in place. He then pulled my legs apart and bound my ankles in a similar fashion, spread widely and leaving me feeling tingling with excitement and fear. The smell of my own arousal wafted up to my nose and became palpable.

"One more," Dan said. He wrapped the final scarf around my head to blindfold me.

I was left like that for what felt like ages (it was probably less than a minute) before I felt Dan's presence again behind me.

"You like this?" he whispered hotly in my ear as he feathered his fingers down the undersides of my outstretched arms, over my ribs and finally onto the mounds of my breasts.

I didn't want to acknowledge the pleasure he was giving me and I gently nibbled my lower lip while he toyed with my hardened nipples.

For the next long while, he teased my nipples, softly pinching and twisting them while he whispered his crude desires about me onto the back of my neck. Eventually, I felt his hands drifting down in search of my pussy. As he leaned close against my back to reach my throbbing clit, I felt his nakedness against me. His cock, stiffly erect and slippery with lubricant bumped on the undersides of my ass cheeks.

"So, you had a big butt plug in your ass yesterday when I saw you?"

"No!" I panted breathlessly as one of his fingers found the swollen lump of my clit. The pleasure from it momentarily took away my fear about the possibility he was going to fuck my ass.

"No what?" Dan said, wriggling behind me as he seated the head of his cock firmly up into the crater of my anus.

"No Dan. Please. Not there --"

"Wrong answer, Ingrid."

I resisted his efforts to force his cock into my ass and began struggling in my restraints when I realized he wasn't going to stop.

"You're supposed to say 'no Sir!'" and with that, Dan forced the tip of his slippery cock past my resisting sphincter muscle.

His fingers continued to stimulate my clit and he remained locked in that embrace -- the tip of his cock still locked firm in my tight ass -- until I managed to understand what he was trying to tell me.

"Does this feel good in your ass?" he asked.

"No ... no Sir!" I gasped.

"Wrong answer," he repeated and bucked his hips gently behind me so that more of his cock would impale me.

"Please Dan! Don't!"

My protests merely provoked him into pushing more of his cock into my ass.

"Every time you give me the wrong response, I'm going to drive more of my cock into your ass. And I have plenty more inches of it to give you. All you have to say is 'yes Sir' and I'll spare you the torture of giving you everything I have. Understood?"

Another inch was forced into me when I failed to respond quickly enough. "Yes Sir!"

The friction when he started slowly fucking my ass with the first four inches of his cock burned painfully and almost brought me to tears. No amount of his finger stimulation on my clit seemed to blot out the pain, and I just stood there as motionless as possible while he pleasured himself in my ass. It was only another minute or so of gradually increasing thrusting movements by Dan before I realized he must be close to cumming. In an effort to bring this on quicker and thus spare myself any further pain, I wriggled my hips a little bit and even feigned small moans of pleasure. It obviously excited Dan and his efforts became more jerky and intense, even driving more of his rock hard cock into my stretched anus. Seconds later and it was all over. Or so I thought.

I felt Dan withdraw and knew he must have been spent, but hands again wrapped around my naked, defenseless body and a hard cock again came knocking on my back door. Before I could say a word, the cock slipped easily into my freshly fucked ass and I could tell by its size it was another man. The one saving thing I could think of was whoever it was didn't have a cock half as big as Dan's. It was still large and hard, but it had nowhere near the girth of Dan's. I called a couple of times for Dan to explain, but nobody said anything. The stranger energetically pumped his slender cock into my ass for a few minutes, roughly mauling my tender nipples as he did, before ultimately cumming and withdrawing. It occurred to me I'd just been fucked in the ass twice in ten minutes, which was twice as many times as I'd done in all my life before that morning. I felt thoroughly humiliated but perversely invigorated as well. As much as I dreaded the thought of anybody else being there to fuck my ass again, I found myself secretly hoping for more.

When Dan finally released me, there was no sign of anybody else in the room but him. I desperately wanted to know who his accomplice had been, but knew he wouldn't say even if I asked.

"It's your turn now," Dan said.

"For what?" I mumbled, thinking it would be more torture.

"Lie on the desk and spread your arms and legs," he said. "On your stomach," he added when I tried to lie on my back.

Reluctantly I did as I was told and waited patiently while he retied me in the new position.

"Which one would you like?"

I was taken aback by the sight of a large wooden case, loaded with neatly arranged vibrators and dildos of all shapes and sizes.

"I think you'll like this one best," Dan said before I'd even had a chance to think of an answer. He took out a large, bead-filled vibe with a side-mounted tickler.

Even before he touched my pussy with the thing, I could feel the telltale signs of the onset of an orgasm. I heard him switch it on and a second later it was buried deep in my pussy and buzzing pleasurable against my clit.

Dan made crude remarks about my freshly fucked ass as he grinded the vibe in my pussy. The combination of the sensations of having my pussy packed with one shaft while the other licked my tingling clit quickly had me writhing on my bonds, moaning loudly and unable to conceal the massive orgasm that was building within me. I felt deeply ashamed of myself when I finally did cum properly, which took less than five minutes of stimulation with the wickedly pleasurable vibe.

I had expected Dan to withdraw the vibe after my orgasm, but he didn't. Instead, he kept it pressed deeply inside me and against my clit while he spanked my ass with his free hand.

"Do you like this punishment?" he asked.

The incessant pleasuring of my clit, which moments earlier had been the source of my greatest delight, quickly became a torture from which I couldn't escape. My senses were becoming completely overwhelmed and I begged Dan to stop. In the brief moments when he did stop, it was only to allow me to catch my breath so he could continue torturing me with the vibe and the hard hand spanking. By the time he finished with me, I was completely exhausted and could barely drive myself back home again.

-=0=-

My ass remained sore for the rest of the Saturday as if to constantly remind me of the humiliating events of the morning. Later in the day my husband reminded me it was a club night -- a night I usually looked forward to -- but I told him I really didn't feel like going. Naturally my husband was disappointed but I urged him to go anyway which, after some reluctance on his part, he eventually did.

I had been avoiding my computer through the day knowing that I would have to face Mike and give him a full report of everything. When I did finally log on I went straight to the "Blackmail Game Advent Picture" page to find Mike had removed two more red boxes meaning he'd now recruited three people besides Dan to play his perverse game. The first thing I noticed when I entered the #blackmail-society chat room was the large list of names of people present. At first I thought I'd made a mistake in connecting but Mike quickly greeted me and explained he'd invited "a few friends" of his own to enjoy the spectacle of my humiliation.

"So, how many cocks fucked you today, Ingrid?"

The prospect of having to confess everything in front of a group of strangers filled me with dread. "Two," I replied.

"Two? Very good. And where did they fuck you?"

"In the ass," I blushed as I typed the words.

"Both of them?"

"Yes."

"Dan told me he has a big cock. Is that true?"

Mike's question brought back a flood of painful memories and my sore anus tingled in sympathy. "Yes," I trembled as I typed the word.

"Did he fuck you with all of it?"

"No," I replied. I felt strangely guilty.

"No? Why not?"

"I don't know."

"Well, that's just not good enough."

There was a long pause before Mike continued.

"Who was the second man?"

"I don't know."

"You don't?"

"No."

"You have no idea who the second man was who fucked your ass?"

"No," I repeated.

"Was it a big cock?"

"Yes."

"Bigger than Dan's?"

"No. Well, not as thick..."

"That's interesting. So, the only way you have of identifying this mystery man is by the feel of his cock in your ass? Perhaps I'll have to organize a 'line up' of all the men you work with -- get every one of them to fuck your ass so you'll know who he is."

I got the impression Mike wasn't joking. There was another long pause.

"Let's get back to the matter of Dan's cock. I want you to write to him and thank him and his friend for fucking your ass today. Tell him you're looking forward to having his cock in your ass again but that next time you want him to fuck you with everything he's got. Okay? Send me a blind-copy of what you write to him so I have proof..."

And with that I logged out of the chat room and began composing my shameful letter to Dan. In it I praised his cock in crude detail and how good it felt in my ass. It was a difficult letter to write, being as it was totally out of character for me. When I finished and read it back I thought it sounded like the biggest slut on earth wrote it. The embarrassment of this compelled me to add a PS -- "You may have to put me over your knee and give me a really good spanking as well!"

-=0=-

I woke Sunday morning to an email from Mike telling me he'd created an online community that was to be my "virtual dungeon." At this stage I didn't know who else besides Dan knew about me or the my part in the blackmail game but the fact only two red boxes remained on the Advent picture suggested there were now five and all of these, Mike said, had joined the virtual dungeon. When I followed the link to the group I was greeted with one of the most embarrassing pictures of myself that I had shared with Mike. Bound spread-eagled and blindfolded on a bed, a large purple vibrator partially buried in my fully exposed pussy, and the caption (referring to the wired remote attached to the vibe) "The Controls Are In Your Hands!" I also noticed the group had already attracted more than fifty members -- a statistic that both alarmed me and gave me a tingle of inexplicable delight.

The purpose of the group was explained in the first message posted by Mike:

"Our slave girl will obey and do anything you want. All you have to do is say Serendipity Says..."

He went on to suggest the public nature of the group meant there was a very real chance complete strangers might as a result of stumbling onto the group recognize me in the street. This thought alone sent my mind spinning with a paranoid apprehension about public places such as the local mall. All the times strangers had glanced at me in the past -- completely innocent looks, until now. Would one of them suddenly now approach and whisper those words? If they did, how would I react? Reason told me I should simply ignore them and pretend I have no idea what they're talking about, but my instincts made me believe I'd not have the willpower to do this. A sudden thought of being alone in an elevator with a man who knows the code filled my imagination.

"Serendipity says ... strip naked for me," the faceless stranger says.

He pauses the elevator between floors and waits silently while I reluctantly obey. I dutifully offer him my purple scarves and he uses one to lash my wrists together. A second is tied just above my elbows that he's pulled back behind me, rendering me completely defenseless. A third is used as a blindfold, leaving me unable to see which floor I'm being taken to once the elevator begins moving again. All I know is we're on our way up. A bell sounds and I hear the doors opening. The stranger then hooks something onto my collar -- a leash -- and leads me out into what sounds like a small office area. The chattering noise of people around me goes silent as I'm led blindly into the room.

"Fetch my toy bag and meet me in the boardroom," the stranger says (apparently to a secretary) before gently tugging my leash to urge me onwards.

I stumble nervously, walking with short, shuffling steps in the darkness before he eventually stops me and tells me to kneel.

"Gentlemen, look who I found in the elevator," he says.

There are murmurs of appreciation and surprise.  "Use that one," he says to somebody behind me.

The scent of a woman's perfume becomes suddenly strong beside me. It's the secretary. She kneels beside me and lightly taps the insides of my thighs, insisting I spread my knees on the carpeted floor. A thick, shapely dildo is eased up into my pussy. There's no hiding the fact my juices have already begun flowing and the shaft penetrates me deeply and easily.

"Together," a woman's voice whispers. I wriggle my knees back together until my inner thighs are again touching, locking the dildo in place.

I feel the softness of one of my silk scarves wrap around my thighs just above my knees. Another scarf is tied around my ankles, totally immobilizing me.

"Pass me the controls," the man's voice says above me.

An instant later and I feel the large dildo inside me begin gently buzzing. My mouth immediately drops open -- a sigh of pleasure escaping before I'm forced to spread my lips around the salty tasting tip of a man's rigid cock. I'm compelled to suck on it, moaning again as the intensity of the vibrations in my pussy increases. My inexperience of the task is evident and the secretary, still kneeling beside me, begins coaching me in the finer points of cock sucking. She grabs a handful of my hair and pushes my head. My mouth becomes filled with cock and I almost gag when its tip bumps the back of my throat.

For the next little while, the secretary pushes and pulls my head, indicating the action she wants me to perform. I'm a slow learner, but eventually I manage to do what she wants without assistance. This obviously pleases the stranger with his cock in my mouth, who now is slowly bucking his hips to the rhythm of my head-bobbing. The first sensations of his spunk in my mouth take me by surprise and I instinctively swallow. Suddenly my mouth floods with a rush of his hot, filthy jism. His hands grab the sides of my head and hold me still, forcing me to gulp down mouthful after mouthful until finally, he withdraws his twitching cock from my mouth.

Another quickly replaces his cock and the whole humiliating routine of sucking and swallowing continues until I've serviced all the men in the boardroom.

-=0=-

By late Sunday night discussion in the blackmail game group took a new and interesting twist. Members (there were nearly 100 now) had been discussing the meaning of the word 'serendipity' (the act of making fortunate discoveries by accident) which in turn led to talk about introducing even more randomness into my humiliation and submission. By now, six out of the seven people on the blackmailer list had been invited to play and all were expected to attend my first real initiation as their sex slave the following morning in the maintenance office. I still was none the wiser as to the identity of the remaining person, but it no longer really mattered to me.

The thought of being forced to service six men was appealing in my fantasies but I wasn't sure anymore whether I could go through with it in real life. A roll of a dice was going to be used to determine my fate each day, which was small comfort but it was still impossible for me to get a good night's sleep that night.