Femdom Blackmail Novels & Stories

"The greatest mistake I ever made was setting my eyes on you, I curse the day we cross paths. Ever since I met you, you have done nothing but bring problems and wreak havoc in our lives." "Oh! That's so sad to hear. Well, you're carrying my child and yes, I won't mind telling the whole world about my baby that's living inside your womb." "Go ahead and spill crap. I'm not scared anymore, you can't blackmail me or do you think I'm so daft to the extent that I wouldn't know you were the one that sent the tape to my husband?" "Huh! What tape?" He questioned with a confused look. "Oh! You're shocked, right? And yes, you and your accomplice blackmailed me by extorting one point five million Naira

I was her addiction, her obsession, her Domino and I loved it but I wanted more from her. "I'll touch you on one condition, Brit and that is to Make me a Promise, Baby girl…." I bargained, lifting her face to my sight so I could see her speak. "Anything, Noah.. anything!" She responded, not even being sure of what I had in mind. I went low to her level, my right knee on the ground and instantly, I made my offer known to her. "Promise that you will forever be my Sex toy, my Playtoy, my submissive and no matter what happens Brit… you will never turn your back against me for anyone, for any man and that includes your husband!"

“What do you mean? There’s no downside.” Bastard. He’s enjoying this, enjoying watching me squirm. “So you simply want to hold this over my head in order to blackmail me? For me to do whatever you want whenever?” He shrugs, an easy smirk stretching across his mouth. “It seems you’re catching on quite quickly.” Something tells me there’s more at play here but I’m in no position to demand answers. Dominic is the one in control here, which seems like a regular occurrence for him. Whatever is going on, I’m going to be forced to play along whether I want to or not.

But I could even take a breath, I was already lying on the bed with Domino hovering over me. That' was when I got my to the back so I pushed him with all the strength I could muster. "What are you doing? Are you trying to have your way with a woman that said no?" I said, trying to blackmail him into thinking that this wasn't consensual. I would be a goddamn liar if I said this wasn't turning me on to the highest brim, I loved how he was intentional about his hands movement. “Tell me to leave you and I would do it immediately. If you canook into my eyes and say so." He said, smiling a bit as his eyes gleamed mischievously.

And I had a great imagination for those things. I like control, which is why I enjoy BDSM and being a dominant. There have been submissive that didn't enjoy my particular proclivities. They all signed NDA's, so I wasn't worried that anyone would out me. They would soon be in debt to me if they ever went to the papers or tried blackmail. I was a lawyer after all, the contracts I wrote up were iron-clad. The point being, if they didn't please me, or I didn't please them, that was that.

But why was he calling me a slut? “Please… Don’t…” The more I protested, the more he increased the speed of his finger playing with my clit, urging me to come for him. “I’m not leaving until you cum for me, slutty Judy.” How dare he call me that? What did he say? Cum for him? “No, Chris. Please, let me go.” “I can let you and your family leave this very instant if you want to disobey me!” I felt more pressure inside as if, he was determined to hurt me if ever I refused to comply. He was so serious that I had to obey him. I could not believe that he was blackmailing me in this manner.

“Like you do?” The question catches me off guard. “What's that supposed to mean?” “You let your father treat you like you're nothing.” She takes a step closer and the air shifts. Darko presses against my control, drawn to her scent under the layers of herbs. “I saw it last night. The way you talked about his ultimatum. The way you trembled when you mentioned him.” My jaw clenches. “You don't know what you're talking about.” “Don't I?” She takes another step. “You're so desperate to keep your position that you're blackmailing a human into pretending to be your mate. That doesn't sound like someone who's confident in their power.”

“His wife can’t possibly keep up with him, all I need is one night with him, and that’s it.” “One night to what?” her friend gasps. “Have sex with him, duh.” She laughs. Once again I'm nauseated, not by any hormonal change but from the restraint it takes to not go out there and beat her up for trying to fuck mu husband. “It would certainly keep me rich, just imagine. I keep the sheets dirty, maybe take a few pictures, something spicy enough to work for me and then Boom.” she imitates a loud whooshing sound. “Instant leverage. It's the kind of blackmail you can retire on.”

Dominic emerged from the closet like a predator stepping out of the shadows, his naked body was Greek god like and muscle, cock still thick and glistening from our earlier frenzy. In his hands: a sleek black box I recognised. My breath hitched at the sight. He pulled out a silk blindfold, adjustable nipple clamps with delicate silver chains, a leather flogger with soft suede tails, wrist and ankle cuffs, and that wicked rose vibrator I’d only seen once before. The one with the sucking mouth that could apparently ruin me in minutes. “You’ve been pushing me lately, wife,” he said, voice velvet-rough as he set the items on the nightstand. His eyes devoured me. I was spread out, wrists bound abo

“Now tell me your kinks, Elena. Be honest and dirty. What makes that pretty pussy wet when you think about it?” She blushed deeply but the heat between her legs grew again. “I like being dominated… and spanked hard. I like choking a little. And I really like when you call me your good girl and your queen at the same time. Also… I fantasize about being tied up and used while I can’t touch myself. It drives me crazy. I'm open to blindfollds.” Damon’s smirk grew into a dark smile. “Fuck, that’s perfect. My filthy little queen has such good taste. Get on your knees in the middle of the room.”