Femdom Blackmail Novels & Stories

“It started the night of my shutout. I sent a video to an anonymous Dom on a kink app. Thought it was safe. It wasn’t. Callan received it. He’s ‘Sir.’ He walked into my hotel room with the video and gave me an ultimatum: be his personal stress relief for the whole season or he’d leak it and tank my career before it started.” Tate’s eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t interrupt. His sarcastic mask slipped into something more serious. I kept going, the words tumbling out faster now. “It was blackmail at first. Raw, filthy, gear still on, total surrender in hotel rooms and empty arenas. But the app isn’t just kink. There’s a gambling syndicate behind it. They’ve been collecting videos. They’re pump

did he think I was going out of his leach. Maybe the blackmailer didn’t destroy me. Maybe he woke something in me that James was just now starting to notice. And just like that, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. “So you went on a vacation to enjoy yourself, bad girl?” I swallowed.nervous was he always watching me my pussy tinged at the thought. “Wish it was you here,” I typed quickly and deleted it before I could hit send. “You owe me. Tonight, you’ll get on top of your husband and ride him. Slowly. I want you to make it nasty. Look him in the eyes. Show him the woman you’ve become. Make him wonder who you really are.”

Last night in the media room, when he held her tighter, slimmer waist, he couldn’t stop imagining how stunning she’d look on stage today… And now Dale was testing the last of his patience. Finally, Dale opened her mouth. “That person has something on me. They've been blackmailing me into doing their bidding. I’ve never met them—I don’t even know who they are.” Kendrick tapped his fingers on his knee, studying her. “I swear it’s true! I’m sure you’ve looked into me—you must already know about my past. That person has all my dirt. If I don’t obey, I lose everything.”

He reached under the bed and pulled out leather restraints..tight, black, cruelly soft. She gasped as he buckled them around her wrists, securing them at the small of her back. Her shoulders ached. Her breasts swelled forward. Her back arched into the perfect curve, her ass raised, her thighs trembling. “You’re going to stay just like this,” Dominic said. “Until I’ve emptied every drop of cum inside that greedy little pussy.” He climbed onto the bed behind her, knees spreading her thighs apart wider. His hands gripped her hips so hard her skin bloomed red beneath his fingers.

"Huh.. should I be proud? I did it just to relieve stress… just be careful you get carried away.” "Calm down Miss." “You better eat me right…after this…prove your experience.” her threat again. Sandro accepted the threat with pleasure. He took Amanda's hand, took her to the bed… put Amanda in a supine position with her legs wide apart. He does what she wants…does it according to his boss's request…a boss who asks to be fucked because of stress? He kisses, licks and sucks the lady's private area….practices a lot of styles…and brings out a lot of experience. And he's proud of that.

Isla sighed deeply but before she could say anything, he hung up on her. “Do you think that will work?” a familiar feminine voice spoke from behind him. He turned to face the naked woman, with her legs wide open enough for him to see her wet cunt. “He licked his lips lustfully, “Emotional blackmail always works on her,” he replied, walking towards the bed. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Getting to ready to fuck myself with a vibrator, why?” she asked, reaching for the drawer that belongs to Isla. “Fuck no! You came here to be fucked by me,” he exclaimed, salivating at her cunt.

“Alex… what’s going on? You’ve been acting strange since the party.” He sat down in the chair across from me, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. His usual easy smile was gone. Instead, he looked tormented, his shoulders slumped, his eyes filled with guilt. “Someone is blackmailing me,” he said slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “They’re forcing me to get close to you. To make you fall for me. To… hurt you. Badly.” I felt the blood drain from my face. My hands started shaking as I gripped the edge of the desk. “What are you talking about?”

"Yes, Doctor! Fuck me harder!" He pounded deep, gripping my hair. "That is right. You are my blackmail slut now. Your tight cunt belongs to me." Every thrust made my body shake with pleasure and rage. I came fast and hard, squirting around his cock while moaning like a whore. The mix of fear and lust had me dripping more than ever. But while he was still buried inside me, breathing heavy, his phone buzzed. He pulled out and checked it, then smirked. "Change of plans, Elena. The hundred thousand is not enough anymore. I want more. Or the video goes out tonight."

I asked, voice shaky, but Greta didn’t respond. Dominic’s hands slid from my waist to my hips, his possessiveness seeping through his touch. “Greta works for me now.” “What? Since when?” “Since You kicked her out of the apartment.” “It's a lie.”I shoved him off, rushing over to Greta. “What is he blackmailing you with?” I grabbed her shoulders, shaking her slightly. “Why are you doing this to me?” Greta’s hands continued folding without pause, her face blank, refusing to meet my eyes. The sound of the fabric rustling under her fingers was the only response I got.

"You are getting married today, there is nothing to be sorry for. Honey, I'm not mad at you for that, I know this is beyond our control. I'm mad a little because you didn't allow me to go intimate with you." "I declined because you were scared he might blackmail me into sleeping with him. My returning to you untouched would be my only evidence that nothing of such happened between Julian and me." "He blackmailed you into an unplanned marriage. What makes you think he won't blackmail you again? Honey, as long as the footage remains with him, he would always use it to get what he wants from you." "He detests my sight," Eva who was beginning to see reasons with him, said slowly to reassure hers