Femdom Blackmail Novels & Stories

My heart is pounding with each step and when I open my bedroom door, the bedroom we planed to be our love nest when we got married, Fred was on fours on the bed, fucking a big breasted blondie, while a huge black woman, all dressed in leather, had a dildo up his anus. Stop this derailed train that I want to get down! Fred tries to cover himself in bed and the dominatrix complains with him, kicking his ass with her hight heel shoe. “What the fuck, man? You paid a lot for both, you didn’t say anything about fucking this girl, you either pay more or I’m out.” Fred sits on the bed and raises his hands to his head, as if he didn’t believe he was caught red handed, trying to explain the inexplicab

So she said it again. "You've already slept with a woman. I think you had more than enough, you just said you're tired. Why bother! Too lustful! Greedy! Promiscuous!" She emphasized each word and turned her face away from his dark eyes. He narrowed his eyes like a watchdog. "Aha, I got you! You're trying to avoid paying your debt. It doesn't matter if I would be full and enough or not from having sex with other women. But it's your duty to serve me whenever I want and you have NO rights to refuse."

Now, she was talking. But of course, right when a smug smile spread across my lips and I was about to stand from my seat, Eden raised one finger and shook it at me. “That is, only if you admit that you have secrets and tell us the truth about them.” I couldn’t believe my ears. She was blackmailing me. My innocent, pure mate was blackmailing me and using sex as a chip of bargain. “You can’t be serious, love,” I muttered. Eden instantly started laughing at me. “Really? Think again.”

“The interview is all about us. About how much we love each other. About how Camile turned your life into a miserable hell, leaving you lonely and broken until I came along and fixed everything. Smile, hold my hand, act like a devoted husband. Or else.” Her words slithered under my skin, each one a chain tightening around my neck. Blackmail. From my own wife. How the fuck did it come to this? I have been the one pulling strings, orchestrating every move, engineering everything to keep Camile bound to me, plotting her powers’ awakening for my gain. Now I was the puppet, dancing to Emma’s tune while Camile spread her legs for my enemies. My life has spiraled into a nightmare, every turn worse

She applied her makeup, not needing much, and was almost ready. Examining herself in the mirror, she knew she had a great body, she saw it men's eyes all the time. She caught at least a few hungry glances every day. She was only twenty-two but had been Master's part time sex slave for over a year now. He repeatedly asked her to move into his home and be with him full time, but she also needed the freedom that the week days gave her. Her desire to be submissive existed only on a sexual level, every other aspect of her life required that she be dominant and in control.

“From now on, every morning you send me a video of you masturbating before your husband wakes up. When he’s out of town, you belong to me completely. And next week, you’re going to let me fuck you while he’s asleep in the next room. Understand?” Her eyes widened in fear but she whispered, “Yes Daddy.” I walked back to my apartment and checked the hidden cameras. Rachel was still on the floor, touching the cum on her face, looking broken but touching herself again. She was getting addicted to the humiliation. The blackmail had worked perfectly. She was no longer the respectable married woman across the courtyard. She was my personal fucktoy now. And I had so many more plans for her.

He flexed his cock inside Raven’s overflowing cunt and whispered: “They think they own us. But I’m going to find them… and when I do, I’ll make them watch while I breed you for the rest of your life.” Raven shivered beneath him, equal parts terror and dark, addictive pleasure flooding her system. The blackmail was getting deadlier. And Damien’s breeding obsession was only getting started.

The realization terrifies and thrills me. He fucks me relentlessly over the desk. The chain tugs my aching nipples with every thrust. His heavy balls slap against my clit. Footsteps pass right outside the door. Someone laughs in the hallway. The danger only makes me wetter, and hungrier. “Greedy fucking whore,” he snarls, reaching around to rub my swollen clit roughly. “I’m blackmailing you and you’re moaning like a bitch in heat. What does that say about you?” “It says I’m yours, sir,” I sob. “It says you can use me however you want.”

Then he’d whispered the one thing that broke me: “I can remove Sadie. Permanently. Then Damon will have no choice but to marry you. With Archie’s wealth secured, you’ll have everything.” That was all it took. I let him kiss me. I let him press me against his desk, let him take what he wanted. Because I knew the truth—men like him thought they held the leash. But I knew how to twist it back around their necks. Lust was the easiest weakness to exploit. What I hadn’t known was that someone else had been recording us. Watching. Waiting. That was the beginning of the nightmare. The faceless man who now called me. Who threatened me. Who pulled the strings. Prince and I had both become his puppets,

- Full access to her body whenever and wherever he desires - Discretion - Consequences for breaking any clause: immediate termination of all family business dealings It was filthy. Clinical. Utterly humiliating. And the sight of her own name typed at the bottom made heat pool low in her belly. “You can’t be serious,” she whispered, even as her nipples tightened painfully against her dress. “This is blackmail.”