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Subject: {ASSM} The Blackmail Society (M/F, BDSM, blackmail, humil) [10/11]
Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2003 20:10:07 -0400
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The Blackmail Society - Chapter Ten

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Diary Date: Thursday January 3rd, 2002 (Continuation) 

"Adrianna, I want you to begin by going back to your office, close the
door and take off all your clothes. Everything. Do you understand?"

I felt an immediate, intoxicating rush of excitement as I nodded.

"Next, take the leather cuffs from the third drawer of your desk and
secure them around your wrists and ankles."

He knew about the drawer. I began to tingle.

"Take the large black dildo from the drawer and stand it on your desk.
It should be in the middle of the desk so when you kneel over it your
ass points back to the door. Before you fuck yourself with it..." 

I'd never heard Jeff swear before. The word shocked me a little.

"I want you to hook your wrists and ankles together with these."

Jeff handed me two short lengths of chain with clips at each end.

"Once you have yourself secured in this fashion you may begin the task
of making yourself cum. Start slowly if you prefer but I want to be
able to hear your enthusiasm through the walls; I want to be able to
hear you working yourself up to it; to hear you bouncing up and down
on the desktop; to hear you moaning loudly as you cum; loud as you
can. When I'm satisfied you're at the peak of your orgasm, I'll let
you know to stop."

I went back to my office feeling lightheaded such was the thrilling
euphoria of the thought of what Jeff was demanding. I did everything
he asked. It was especially thrilling to strip completely naked in my
own office knowing Jeff was right next door. I removed everything as
instructed, leaving my clothes strewn around the room. The cuffs felt
cool and soft around my wrists and ankles. I placed the big black
dildo on my desk and climbed on after it. I kneeled, straddling the
obscene phallus, getting myself into position before grappling with
the clips and chains. They weren't easy to attach by myself but
eventually I managed to clip my wrists to my ankles; left wrist to
left ankle; right to right. It wasn't until after I secured myself
that I realized I'd probably not be able to remove them again without
Jeff's assistance. I genuinely was now completely at his mercy.

By the time I was in position no lubricant was needed for the tip of
the dildo's shaft to glide easily into my pussy. I gasped breathlessly
at first, silently enjoying the first slow penetrating feelings before
giving in to the primal urges inside me. Vocalizing my own pleasure is
something that has never come easily but I surprised myself as a loud,
urgent sounding moan, my moaning, reverberated in the room. It was
such a liberating feeling that I did it again. And again. It wasn't
long before I was almost sobbing and wailing. My desk creaked and
groaned under my bouncing weight. No matter how hard and desperately I
tried, I just couldn't fully impale myself on the dildo. I began to
call out to nobody in particular. Begging to have some help; pleading
for Jeff to come running and finish me off properly.

"Are you okay, Adrianna?"

My pussy was spasming and gushing juices. I was orgasming;
uncontrollably. The voice didn't even register at first. Then I nearly
died with embarrassment. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Steve
standing in the doorway behind me. Jeff was standing right behind him.
Grinning.

"Holy shit! What do you think you're doing, Adrianna?"

The tone of Jeff's voice clearly suggested he was not going to admit
to Steve that he'd forced me to make a spectacle of myself. I
struggled briefly in my restraints but the movements did nothing
except continue the stimulation of the huge slippery dildo in my
pussy. Little ripples of orgasmic pleasure refused to abate even after
the two men moved in to inspect me more closely. The shock of the
surprise caused tears to well up in my eyes and I started to cry. I
felt thoroughly ashamed of myself and knew there'd be no logical
explanation I could make to Steve. All the time I'd worked with him
I'd acted sweet and innocent. I was always polite and friendly, but I
ignored the thinly veiled crude propositions he sometimes made to me.
How could I possibly pretend anymore I was not the slut he obviously
wanted?

"Adrianna! I never! A nice girl like you?"

Steve mocked me.

"Did you know she was into this?"

Jeff denied any knowledge in his reply to Steve.

"A gentleman would release her and forget all about it."

"Yes, a gentleman probably would."

Their clowning exchange lightened my mood slightly. I couldn't help
but smile in spite of the position I was in. "Please, let me go," I
whimpered, joining the charade.

"I don't know..."

The two men looked at each other, each holding his chin thoughtfully
and feigning a serious look. Both men were clearly aroused. The large,
bulging impressions of their swollen cocks in the front of their
trousers convinced me of this. I watched as they casually unhitched
their belts and pushed their trousers and underwear to their knees.
"Please, what are you going to do to me?"

"Old chap, I say we fuck the little slut."

The theatrical false upper class English accent used to make the
suggestion didn't make it any less frightening. This hadn't been part
of my plan. Or if it was, I wasn't expecting it to happen so soon.
"Please! No!" I was serious.

"After you, old boy!"

Steve stepped up in front of me and waved his engorged cock under my
nose. I could see a rivulet of pre-cum seeping from the eye of his
cock; he brushed it off on my top lip before pressing the tip against
my closed, resisting lips. "Ouch!"

Jeff slapped my unprotected backside painfully hard with his bare
hand. My shriek of surprise opened my mouth to Steve and before I
could do anything else to fend him off, his cock was lodged deep in my
mouth. There was nothing I could do except suck and suck I did.
Hungrily. Like my life depended on it.

My eyes darted left and right trying to see what Jeff was doing behind
me. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and then his hot breath close to
my anus. The slippery, wet sensations of his tongue lashing my ring
simultaneously tickled and repulsed me. I struggled to escape the
feeling but Steve held my head firmly; my mouth sucking hard on his
cock. My struggles became more frenzied as I felt the tip of Jeff's
tongue forcing itself past my puckered, resisting sphincter. I was so
confused. What he was doing was the most disgusting thing I could
imagine and he was doing it to me. What made it worse was I was
giggling behind Steve's cock as he tickled my ass with his tongue. I
realized I was also fucking myself vigorously up and down on the hard
rubbery dildo as he did this. A cock in my mouth; a tongue in my ass;
a massive dildo stuffed in my pussy and I'm giggling. What kind of a
slut was I?

It was a question I think I was learning to answer as I gulped down
wave after wave of Steve's hot, foul tasting jism. He'd erupted with a
flood of spunk in my mouth and it was impossible to do anything except
swallow it. It felt revolting oozing down my throat; the viscous fluid
seeming to block all air to my lungs as it made it's slow, lava-like
progress down my throat. Jeff at this stage had taken hold of the
balls of the huge dildo I was sitting on and had started pistoning it
roughly into my pussy. I felt suddenly unbalanced each time he drove
the rubbery cock so hard inside me it threatened to lift my knees from
the desk. There were moments when I thought I would be suspended
between the two cocks; like a skewered pig. Despite all this, my
orgasm refused to relent. 

It took probably less than thirty seconds, but it felt like an
eternity before Steve's cock in my mouth finally stopped pulsing and
ejaculating. All around my mouth and on my chin felt hot and sticky
with the overflow of his gushing. My pussy felt sore. The removal of
the dildo merely left me feeling like I was gaping. 

"Is she a good cock sucker?" 

"No, not really. Adequate at best."

I felt strangely insulted by Jeff's question and Steve's response.
It's the truth that I'm inexperienced, having only ever sucked my
husband's cock once in all the years we've been married, but I felt
offended nonetheless. I felt Jeff's hands on my hips; he dragged me
backwards across the desktop until my upturned backside was close to
him.

"She needs practice then. I don't want the little slut going down on
me until she knows how to suck cock properly."

With that announcement, Jeff reached around and placed the large black
dildo dripping with my own fresh pussy juices right in front of me.
The idea of having to put my mouth anywhere near it horrified me. I'd
suck real cocks and even swallow cum, if I really had to. But to taste
my own juices? I felt numb with the dread of the thought. I struggled
in my restraints and looked up to Steve. I begged him not to make me
do it but he just laughed. Jeff was walking around my office,
oblivious to my objections. 

Jeff picked up a couple of phone books and returned behind me. I was
commanded to start sucking. Reluctantly, with no apparent choice, I
gingerly bobbed my head to take the filthy rubbery cock in my mouth.
Behind me, Jeff was positioning himself to penetrate me for the first
time. His cock was significantly smaller than the object in my mouth
but the pleasure from his long, slow, deep strokes was not diminished
because of it. It felt so good to finally have him inside me. I
relaxed into his even, rhythmic pumping me from behind and moaned
softly as I sucked the dildo clean. It was a definite Hallmark
moment... 
--
ser-en-dip-i-ty (n) The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by
accident.

"You don -(TM)t reach Serendip by plotting a course for it. You have to set
out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings
serendipitously." - The Last Voyage Of Somebody The Sailor (The
Sindbad Saga)

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