Femdom Blackmail Novels & Stories

“She—she wanted it, man. She was dancing like she—” Dom’s other hand came up and grabbed Lincoln by the jaw, fingers digging in hard. He slammed Lincoln’s head back against the car again, harder this time. The thud made me flinch. Blood started dripping from Lincoln’s nose, dark and fast. “Do not lie to me,” Dom said. His voice didn’t rise. It stayed low and even, but there was something in it that made the hair on my arms stand up. “She said no. And you still tried to take what she didn’t want to give. That makes you a coward. And if you ever come near her again — if I ever see you look at her, speak to her, or even think about touching her — I will find you. I will break your hands so you

“You didn't expect that, you idiot…as usual, you're a fool who thinks mom will see for her. It was never like that, but you always saw only what you wanted to see. Anyway, I'm talking to you because I need money.” “What, you didn't get enough of what you stole from me,” she asks indignantly. “I had debts to pay, but I require more if you don't want mom to find out you left her for a man in a suit with a helicopter,” he snorts, blackmailing her. “You're lying! You don't know anything, Jeff!” she refers, trying to convince him otherwise. “Leave me alone! You've done enough damage to us already.” “I'll make you pay for what you just said, you fucking whore,” she threatens, hissing with hatred.

--- Okay, so there was being possessive, there was being crazily possessive, and there was this: being a total shithead. Natalie groaned and slapped her hands over her face. All she wanted was to go shopping with Lynn. It wasn’t like she was planning to go shopping on a whole other continent or that she would be walking around naked the entire time. Dominic, however, was opposed to the idea of her going without him. When attempting to bully her into taking him along hadn’t worked, he had switched to trying to manipulate her with a little reverse psychology. When that failed, he introduced some seriously good bribes. As she had still refused, he was now trying his hand at emotional blackmail.

It must’ve been taken from one of the few blowouts she’d had with her mother at home. That wasn’t just a threat. It was blackmail. Dominique’s hand hovered over her keyboard. A thousand thoughts buzzed through her mind, but only one mattered: This wasn’t just personal anymore. It was intimate. Whoever this was had been inside her life, her mind, her pain. And they were turning it into performance art. So she’d do the same. Her next move? A trap so personal, so emotionally charged, that only someone truly obsessed would take the bait.

Just how deep is this desperation for the savior of their company driving them? “And just what am I supposed to do for your silence, Miss Blackmailer?” I shoot. She releases my hand, taking in a deep breath before speaking, eyes in mine. “Stop resisting the marriage agreement and get married to Adam! At least then, you will have done something for this family. Everything can maybe, just maybe, go back to how it was before you decided to be an embarrassment and a letdown.” She didn’t even try to deny it. She is blackmailing me. How shameless! The nerve! How dare this little brat stand in front of me and try to force me to agree to that deal, huh? And her grounds of blackmail, my!

I pulled out and made her suck it clean, forcing it down her throat until she gagged. The session lasted hours. I degraded her with every filthy word I could think of. Calling her a pathetic cuckquean, a worthless hole, my personal fucktoy. By the time I let her leave, she was covered in spit, sweat, and my juices, her body marked with belt welts. ~~~~~~~~~ Elena became my obsession. I summoned her again two days later, this time with Alex’s knowledge, since they were both keen on maintaining their reputation. I made him watch via video call as further blackmail.

"And you're going to be so addicted to me by then that it won't matter. You'll stay anyway. Because you can't imagine your life without Daddy telling you what to do." I come - another shattering orgasm - and he fucks me through it, whispering filthy promises in my ear. When we finally collapse together, sweaty and spent, I realize something. He's right. Even if he deleted the voicemail tomorrow, I'd stay. I'd crawl back to him on my hands and knees and beg him to own me again. The blackmail was just the key that unlocked the door. What's behind it - the submission, the ownership, the complete surrender of myself to him - that was always there.

“You are going to be my good little girl. For real. You’re going to do everything I say, when I say it. No arguments, no hesitation. You will be my live-in fuck-toy. My own personal slut to use as I see fit. In return, I will keep your little secret. Your mother will never know what a depraved little whore you are. Do we have a deal?” I stared at him, my mind reeling. This couldn’t be happening. This was the stuff of twisted fantasies, the very kind I had been watching on my laptop. But this was real. The man standing in front of me, my mother’s husband, was blackmailing me into being his sexual slave.

She said, regarding him reverently. “Told you so.” “Thank you.” “I would say, it’s my pleasure but I would be lying. So let me just say, you’re welcome.” "I'm perfectly fine with that." *** Later, Dominic used his sources and sent professional goons to abduct the girl. Following his instructions, they filmed the girl bare and brought him the video. He had to take such drastic actions because the result of her blackmail would cause a major scandal and destroy his work in this contract. He could not have that. He had to fight the best way possible.

He poked my chest, the bitterness in his tone clear. “Do you even know what you’re asking for?” I questioned, slapping my hand on my face. “You can’t expect me to bottom for you, I’m a top not a fucking switch!” I snapped, trying to reason with him. “I don’t fucking care! You’re going to do it for me.” He declared, his voice high-pitched and his face flushed in anger. I didn’t know whether to applaud him for learning how to blackmail me or be pissed by how fast he was learning how to play the manipulation game.