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Hogtiedwhore Gets Blackmailed

This is a story that was written between me and @lockemeup . I'm sorry if in some spots the grammar is strange, I copy and pasted our conversation, and tried to fix the language between us. This is an ongoing story, so once we have enough for part 2 I will post it!

Part 1

It was just a normal day at home, my owner was at work and I was doing some chores around the house. While I was putting some clothes away I heard a knock on the front door. I headed to the door, but when I opened it, no one was there. There was an envelope laying on the ground so I picked it up and headed back inside the house. When I opened it, my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. It was pictures. Pictures of me! A variety of pictures of me tied up in different positions, being used by my owner. Who took these pictures, and why did I have them in my hands right now? Along with the photos was a note -

“You will come to this location on Friday evening, dressed like the whore you and ready to submit all weekend. I don’t care what you tell your owner, but he is not to know where you’re actually going or what you’re actually doing. Disobey and these pictures will be distributed to those closest to you. Also, bring a bag of slutty outfits.”

To drive the point home further, there was a list of names of friends and family with their numbers listed as well. I stood there frozen in fear. What was I to do? I wanted to tell my owner so badly, but I couldn’t risk this getting out. Not only would it effect me but it would also effect him. I wasn’t let with much of an option, I was going to have to give in to this mystery person.

A few days go by and it is now Friday night. I was getting my bag ready for what was going to be a horrific weekend. My heart was beating out of my chest, I couldn’t believe this was happening but I knew I had to. I was stuck in this no win situation. I had told my owner an old friend from High School was getting married and she invited me to her bachlorette party. This way he wouldn’t question the outfits of choice I was putting in my bag. Before leaving, I was giving my owner a kiss, he says "one more thing, my pet. I want you to wear this bracelet. It's got a tracking chip in it, so I'll know where you are at all times." I look at the bracelet and begin to worry. I hesitate to reach out and grab it. "Sir don't you think that is a little much? I'm just going to be with the girls...." He gives me a sly smile, "I know, and I do trust you. But I want to know you're safe. Can you do that for me, slave?"

I have no choice. I can't tell him no. "Yes sir, I will wear it" I say as I put the bracelet on. “Good girl! Now have fun, and be safe.” He kisses me and reaches under my skirt to caress my pussy. My eyes flicker as I feel his hand caress my panties, my lips can feel his fingers through the fabric. I feel guilty but this is to protect both of us. I kiss him goodbye and I head out the house. I take a look at the address on the paper I pull from my purse once I'm in my car. I put it in my GPS and head to the destination. When I get there, I find a nice house, not huge, but sizable, set back from the main road a ways, and surrounded by thick trees. No other cars outside, but the front porch light is on. When I bring my bag to the door, there’s a note that says -

“Come in whore. Put on everything you see laid out. You should know exactly what to do.”

I slowly open the door to the house and walk in. It seems like a normal house, nothing out of the ordinary. I glance to my right and see the next room over, which is the dining room with a table and chairs around it in the middle. I walk over to it and on the table sits a thick, padded leather collar, two sets of steel handcuffs, a rubber plug and a leather blindfold. My eyes look over everything on the table and let out a sigh. I grab the plug and stare at it. I look around the room to see if anyone is watching. With the coast clear, I put the plug in my mouth and begin to suck on it, getting it covered in my saliva. With it lubricated I lift my dress, reach behind me under my panties and begin to shove it in my ass. I squirm, and let out a slight moan as I press it into me. I then look to the collar and pick it up. The leather touching my throat as I buckle it in place. Next comes the first part of cuffs, which I take and bend over locking my ankles into them. The blindfold comes next, I pull it down over my eyes putting myself in darkness. I reach out and grab the cuffs and I sigh before putting them on...knowing this is it. I reach my hands behind my back and lock them in. I stand there, unsure of what to do next, but also realizing I'm kinda stuck standing there. Barely able to take any steps.

I stand there for a few minutes, before I hear footsteps approach from another room. The stranger circles me, not a word. He begins to grope my cunt, my tits and my ass, inspecting me like a piece of meat. Then he reaches under my dress to check that the plug is in place. I groan feeling his hands all over my body. I squirm trying to protect myself from his hands but I'm helpless to them. I feel his hand reaching up my skirt, putting pressure on the plug to see if it's there. This causes me to bite my lip, feeling it pushed slightly further in.

“Good job, slut. You follow instructions very well. Now sit down.” I hear a chair being moved behind you, and it taps the back of my knees, so I drop down to the chair. Remaining quiet the entire time waiting to see what happens.

I hear some metal buckles rattle, and then a leather strap is pulled tight around my chest and arms, just under my tits. The restraints pinning me back against the chair “You’re sure no one knows where you are, whore?” The man buckles another strap around my waist, further securing me to the unyielding chair. I slightly gasp when I feel the strap pulled under my tits and pulls me against the back of the chair. My mind goes back to my bracelet which I had forgotten about. Should I mention it? My mind races. I decide to not to say anything. "I'm sure."

“Excellent. We wouldn’t anyone interrupting our weekend together, would we?” He pulls several more straps tight around my thighs, which secure them to the seat of the chair, and then around my calves. One more goes from the chain on the cuffs locked around my ankles, to a bar under the chair, pulling my feet back. “So happy you dressed up for me, whore. Let’s see what else you brought now.” I hear him put my bag on the table next to me, and begin to dig through it. I can only imagine the look on his face, looking through the outfits I had packed for this weekend. It’s not like I couldn’t pick anything slutty, that’s really all the clothes my owner allows me to have.

“Wow, you were really excited for this, weren’t you?” He comes behind me and grabs my tits again, squeezing and flicking my nipples through the dress. My body stiffens up and my breathing picks up feeling his hands all over my tits. My nipples being flicked through the material of my dress. I try to shift in the chair but I'm locked down into it tightly. He comes around to my front and straddles me. “Open wide slut. I want to see what that mouth can do before I gag you.” At the same time, I hear my phone buzzing in my bag. My captor either doesn’t notice it or doesn’t care. I grunt with his weight sitting down on me, but I open my mouth for him. He stretches up and puts his hard cock in my mouth. “Do a good job and you’ll be rewarded, slave.”

I'm taken back by his cock entering my mouth, not expecting that so soon. But I do what I know how to do and begin to suck on his hard cock. My cheeks sucking in around it, getting it soaked in my saliva as I move my head back and forth. My lips sliding back and forth leaving a saliva trail on the veins in his cock. He moans and grabs the back of my head, guiding me along. “You know, I’ve had my eye on you for a while slut. A few months ago, you were out at a bar with a friend, wearing a skimpy little dress and some thigh high fuck-me boots. I came up to flirt with you, but as soon as I bought you and your friend a drink, you couldn’t care less. Well, looks like I’ll be getting my drink’s worth and then some repaid, huh?”

I'm trying to recall the moment he is talking about, but the moment was nothing to me to apparently. I'm kicking myself now for this being my fault I'm in this situation. I continue to move my head back and forth. I can feel the tip of his cock start to hit my throat, as it slides across my tongue moving further in. I let out a slight cough as it cut off my air just for a moment. He jams his cock down my throat after that cough, gagging you for a moment before pulling out. Before I’m able to close my mouth, a thick leather plug gag is shoved in and buckled on tight. “mmmppphhh!!”

"Let's get that cunt warmed up, shall we?" I feel him wedge a vibrator under the strap around my thighs, and then slip it beneath my dress against my pussy. "I'm going to tease and edge the hell out of you tonight, slut, to pay you back for teasing me. But once you cum, I'm gonna try to get as many orgasms out of you this weekend as I can. You'll be begging me to lock you up in chastity by the time I'm done." The vibrator pushed between my legs roughly, I squirm back and forth not sure I'm prepared for this. Against any will, it's switched on and I immediately strain against the restraints. I'm moaning through the gag, as the muscles in my body tighten up. I listen to his threats, trying to plead into the gag but I can't get a clear word out "mmmpphhhhh!!!!"

"Fuck, that was even hotter than I imagined it would be. I've seen you struggle through the bedroom window while your owner uses you plenty of times, but seeing it without the moaning and grunting and pleading is one thing. Making it happen is quite another." He takes the blindfold off and I see him for the first time. He's a fairly handsome, if average looking guy. His cock is still out and he's stroking it while watching me struggle against my restraints and the vibrator. "From what I've seen, you have a hard time cumming just from a vibrator, huh slut? Some of those pictures I sent you were from when he'd tie you down to the bed and leave you writhing against a vibrator for hours on end." I look up at him, he can see the straining in my eyes as I nod my head. He continues to watch me, letting me squirm for a while, the heat building inside of me. From time to time, he tweaks my nipples, pulls my hair and slaps me a few times, treating me like I’m an object. It seems be to going on forever. My chest is pumping in and out. No matter what I can do, the vibrating is something that I can't escape. I can feel the warmth and the wetness on my thighs. Every once in a while feeling him pulling my hair, making me squeal. His hand slapping my ass, I glare up at him and groan. "Mmmpphhh grrrrr!"

After a long while, the doorbell rings. My captor is shocked, and quickly turns off my vibrator. The doorbell rings again. "You keep quiet cunt, or you'll be very sorry." I'm just happy to get a break from the vibrator. I sit there trying to get my composure back, not really processing someone was coming to the door. He puts the blindfold back on and walks away. The door opens, and he says "Can I help you?" In reply, I hear my owner say "Yes, I'm looking for a young woman? She was supposed to be at a bachelorette party, but it doesn't seem like anything too wild is happening here right now." He chuckles. After the shock of hearing his voices wears off, I begin to scream out in my gag, “mmmppppphhhh!!”

"Yeah I don't know anything about a bachelorette party." Your owner reacts to your mmmphhing. "You sure you haven't seen her though? She's a cute, busty brunette who's wearing a slutty dress and heels." I’m struggling in the chair, straining and squirming against the restraints "mmmppphhhhh!!" He must have finally heard me, because then I heard him say "That sure sounds like her. Look, if she is here, I won't be mad at you. Honestly it's kind of hot. Mind if I come in?" Next thing I know, I’m hearing two sets of footsteps coming into the room. "So, this is your bachelorette party, huh slut?" I hear him saying to me. I frustratingly try to explain to him about this crazy guy "mmmpphhh! Mmmmm!!!"

“Look man, I didn’t know. She came onto me a while back at a bar and we’ve been chatting since then. Never told me about a boyfriend.” I grunt angerily into the gag. Is he really blaming me?! "Mmmpphhhh grrrrr!" “I’m a little more than her boyfriend. I’m her owner. And she’s supposed to be honest with me about everything. If she’d just told me she wanted to go get used by someone else, that would have been fine.”

“Well, she’s a hot catch my friend. Definitely jealous.”

“What I’m confused about is why she took this GPS bracelet with her. Almost as if she wanted to be found.” I begin to nod my head, still trying to talk with my mouth stuffed “mmhmmm!”

“GPS bracelet?” “Yeah, this one here,” I feel my owner unclasp it from my cuffed wrists. “It’s how I found her. Though I should really just have location sharing turned on now. I hadn’t asked for that because I thought I could trust her, but clearly this betrayal has indicated otherwise. I’ll have to keep a much tighter leash on my pet from now on.” He grabs my hair and yanks my head back, then squeezes my cheeks. My captor says “sounds like she needs to be punished, huh?” I'm pulling hard on my restraints. Grunting and groaning as he grabs my hair and yanks my head back .I'm desperately trying to get words out from behind my gag "mmmmpphhhhh!!"

“I think so. What other instruments of torment you go around here?” “Well, I’ve got an electro kit that I wasn’t planning to wire her up to until tomorrow.” Electro kit?! I begin to go into a full panic. Desperately tugging on my restraints, squirming back and forth "mmmmmmm!!" It’s not working, and all it’s doing is making drool begin to leak out of my gag. “Perfect, she hates being zapped. Let’s get her in some more restrictive bondage first though. She’s really gonna be struggling hard from this.” "MMMPPPHHHHHH!" I scream out, the sounds of the chair struggling to keep me in place, the creaking of the wood, as I frantically fight against my restraints. It wasn’t looking good for me, and the sounds of this electric kit terrified me. What did they have in store for me next??

To be continued

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