02 - Blackmail
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By gagged-cowboy
Fri Aug 12, 2016 3:33 am
Blackmail
Part I
It was a Friday evening and Yvonne Carter came home from work. Nobody was there. Her husband took their children for a hiking trip in the Colorado Mountains and she was looking forward to having a nice quiet weekend only by herself. Being a secretary in an international business corporation, she really needed that.
She took off her high-heel shoes, poured herself a glass of wine and still dressed in her secretary outfit, sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.
She looked tremendous in her outfit. Despite being full-figured and in her late forties, she was still quite a looker. Her long brown curly hair were falling on her shoulders, her huge boobs were stretching under the satin of her blouse and big ass and massive thighs covered in black pantyhose were filling her sexy leather skirt.
As she was relaxing and watching the old Thin Man movie, she suddenly remembered that she was supposed to drop by her friend’s house to pick up some magazines that she had lent her couple of days ago.
Just as she was getting up she heard a noise behind her. She didn’t even had a chance to turn around because a man’s hand tightly clamped over her mouth and forced her back on the coach.
“Hello, Yvonne, did you miss me?” she heard the familiar voice and knew that her nice and quite weekend has just gone terribly wrong.
Tommy Wilder was walking down the street and he was quite excited. His mom asked him to visit her friend Mrs. Carter and bring her back her magazines. Mrs. Carter was supposed to get them herself but she didn’t show up and wasn’t answering the phone.
He had a serious crush on Mrs. Carter since the day he first saw her six years ago. She was sexy and always very kind so he hoped that he might be invited for a cup of tea or something like that.
Tommy was twenty years old and quite handsome. He was tall and slim, had a long ginger hair and for this special errand he was dressed in his blue jeans, black Guns ’n Roses T-shirt and his favorite red and black plaid flannel shirt. Every time he was wearing this shirt around the house and Mrs. Carter came to visit his mom she told him that he had a nice shirt and started to chatter about how handsome young man he was and that if she was younger and single she wouldn’t hesitate for a moment. Maybe it was only her way to talk to people, maybe she was just being polite but since Tommy overheard that her husband and kids were away he was hoping he might get something more than just a cup of tea.
Tommy knocked on the door couple of times. When nobody opened, he tried the door-bell. No answer either.
“Maybe she is not at home,” he uttered. But the light in the living room was on. He tried to peek inside. The room was empty but the TV was playing and he saw an unfinished glass of wine on the table. He rang again and when nobody came to open the door he tried the handle. It was locked of course.
He could go home and tell his mom that Mrs. Carter didn’t open the door and was probably out or in the shower but then he decided to try the back-door.
Like a thief he climbed over the small wooden fence and slowly walked across the garden towards the back of the house.
The door was wide open and Tommy got the feeling that something was wrong. He wanted to call the police but realized he couldn’t because he left his phone deliberately at home. He didn’t want to be disturbed by his mother in case he got lucky with Mrs. Carter.
“Maybe she just took some sleeping pills and was now asleep in her bedroom,” uttered Tommy to encourage himself. “Or maybe she is bound and gagged in the closet while some robbers are ransacking her bedroom.”
He entered. Put down the bag with magazines and shouted: “Mrs. Carter? Are you here?” No answer.
He searched the rooms downstairs. There were no signs of Mrs. Carter. Then he quickly went up the stairs. Three bedrooms were empty as well.
“What happened to her? Where is she?” he asked himself.
There was still one more place to look - the basement.
“If she isn’t there either, I will call the police.”
“Mrs. Carter, are you down here?” he shouted when he opened the door. In the darkness he finally heard her. She was trying to call for help but her cries were muffled. She must have been gagged.
“Don’t worry, I’m coming, Mrs. Carter.”
He turned on the light and saw her. She was sitting in the chair, tightly tied up, her hands were behind her back, her ankles were tied to the legs of the chair and there was a gag in her mouth. She had something stuffed there and it was being held in place by white handkerchief tightly tied between her lips. Her blouse was unbuttoned and her bra pulled down revealing her magnificent breasts that Tommy was always dreaming about.
“Oh my god, she looks so sexy,” thought Tommy. It was always his dream to tie her up and gag her like this. He could be standing there for ages and stare at her but the desperate fear in her eyes and her furious grunts through her gag forced him to run towards her and free her.
“Oh thank you Tommy,” said Yvonne after he removed her gag. To his surprise he found out that the thing stuffed in her mouth was a pair of her panties.
“What happened, Mrs. Carter?”
“It’s a long story, Tommy. Untie me, please, quickly. I have been here like this at least for three hours.”
Tommy was fighting the knots as fast as he could.
“Okay and then we will call the cops.”
“Oh no, don’t call the cops, please Tommy.”
“Why not? What happened? Somebody left you bound and gagged in the basement and you don’t want to call the police?”
“I will tell you upstairs. I need to tell someone. Just get me out quickly please.”
After they walked up back to the living room, he made them two cups of strong tea and Mrs. Carter, still shaken with tears in her eyes started to tell Tommy her story:
“Two years ago I lost my job and our family needed the money because my husband couldn’t pay the bills by himself. I was trying to find a new job but didn’t have any luck for some time. I was desperate and I did a really stupid thing which I’ve been regretting ever since. I found an ad in the newspaper that a local photographer was looking for older full-figured ladies to pose as models for him. As I was saying I was really desperate. I was afraid we might lose our house and so I picked up the phone and arranged a meeting with that man. He was very nice, he offered me quite a lot of money and he even didn’t want me to get naked. We had a meeting or two during which he took hundreds of pictures in various sexy outfits, paid me a large sum of money and that was it.
Suddenly I was able to pay for everything my husband couldn’t and we were okay for some time. Jeff, my husband, of course wondered where I got the money. I was too ashamed to admit what I did so I just told him I had a temporary job cleaning some houses. For some time the things went well but then we were out of money again. So I contacted the photographer again. We made more photos and then he offered me twice as much if I let him take some photos of me bound and gagged. I didn’t want to do it at first but then I put two and two together and I knew that if I made enough our financial trouble would be gone for a very long time so I agreed. For a couple of weeks he was tying me up, gagging me, taking pictures and paying me good. I didn’t like it but I didn’t complain. Our family didn’t have to worry anymore about food, about the house or about the bills.
However I didn’t like the idea that he is selling my photos online and guys from all over the world can see me. I was afraid that if my husband saw the pictures he wouldn’t be very happy and if our friends and neighbors found out what I was doing it would be really humiliating.
When I was finally offered a well paid steady job, not involving getting myself tied up and gagged, in the company I am currently working for, I took the job and forgot all about my brief career as a bondage model.
Couple of weeks later I got a phone call from the photographer asking me to come over for another photo session. I refused and explained that I didn’t need his money anymore. He was quite upset but I didn’t think much of it until the day when I received an envelope containing some of my bondage photos. I didn’t know how he found out my address. He must have taken a look at my ID when I was tied up and had a blindfold.
There was no message in the envelope so I burnt it and went on as usual. Two days later I received another envelope but this time it was delivered on the address of the company where I am working. I was shocked that he found out where I was employed even though I didn’t tell him. The second time the envelope included the message asking me to come to his studio for another bondage session on Friday. I didn’t show up. I didn’t want to have anything to do with that man anymore.
The next day he suddenly appeared in front of my house. Fortunately my husband and kids were gone. He said that the next time my husband and my boss will get the envelopes with the pictures of my tied up and gagged. What could I do? Risk losing my job again? Risk my husband leaving me and taking my children away from me? No way.
So I agreed and became his model again. Unlike the first time he didn’t pay me anything. He was simply using me. In the beginning he called me twice or three times a month and asked me to come over to his place where he was tying me up which wasn’t so bad.
Then he started to call me more often and when I told him I was busy working or taking care of my family he started to make serious threats and demanded money which he was losing when he couldn’t sell my new photos.
To make it short during the past year I was sending him a lot of money, hundreds of dollars, and I was posing for him as a bondage model just to keep myself and my family safe. Then it got even more awful. Suddenly he started stalking me and showing up at our doorstep unexpectedly when he knew I was home alone. When I told him I would call the police he repeated his threats. Then he began to force his way into my house and started tying me up here. When I refused to let him in he returned later and broke in and overpowered me like a real robber.
This happened tonight as well. When you rang the doorbell he got scared and ran away just a few minutes before you found me here.”
Tommy was listening for the whole time and didn’t know what to say. He really felt sorry for the woman of his dreams and yet the idea of seeing her tied up and gagged was so exciting that he got hard in his jeans.
“I am sorry to hear this, Mrs. Carter. It must be awful …”
She interrupted him by giving him a really strong hug. Feeling her massive breasts against his chest got him off the balance even more. Mrs. Carter was still crying.
“Thank you Tommy, thank you for rescuing me. And thank you for being here for me and listening to me. I am so relieved that I can finally share my terrible experience with somebody.”
She was still holding him and he put his arms around her as well. He felt an intense urge to kiss her but he knew it wouldn’t be right to take advantage of her weakness.
“It’s okay, Mrs. Carter,” said Tommy.
“Yvonne, please call me Yvonne. We’ve known each other for such a long time, Tommy.”
“Okay, Mrs. … I mean Yvonne.” Then he slowly took his arms of her.
“No, hold me please. It makes me feel safe.”
He was holding her and was getting excited with every minute.
“So what are we going to do?” asked Tommy after a long while during which they didn’t talk.
“We? Oh no, Tommy, it’s only my problem. I don’t want you to get involved.”
“I am already involved. It’s not every day that I rescue a damsel in distress. I want to help you.”
“That’s very sweet of you, but you can’t.”
“Maybe we could follow him and then when he isn’t at home we could break into his studio and steal his computer and camera and search the place for the remaining photos.”
“Oh no, it’s too dangerous.”
“Maybe the simplest solution would be to tell your husband and then go to the police. I am sure he would understand if you explained everything just like you explained to me.”
“You don’t know him, Tommy. I thought about that a thousand times but I simply don’t feel like telling him. Plus the guy said that if he had any trouble from the police his friend would still send the envelopes. And even if my husband knew and forgave me, my boss wouldn’t. The company cannot afford anything like this. I guess I will just have to go along with him and hope he will lose interest in me.”
That night when Tommy came home, he couldn’t fall asleep almost until the daybreak. He was still thinking of Mrs. Carter and how he could help her. He was also thinking about how sexy she looked when he found her bound and gagged in her basement and he was having really wild fantasies about him tying her up and about her tying him up and about both of them being tied up together. He had a feeling that it was wrong but he couldn’t help himself.
He agreed not to tell anyone yet and when his mother asked him what took him so long he had already made up an excuse that Mrs. Carter had something wrong with her computer and he was trying to fix it.
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gagged-cowboy's stories
- 01 - Sherry Rathbone II: She is coming (F/F, ff/FF, fict)
- 02 - Darby and Loren (F/F, fict)
- 03 - Blackmail (M/F, fict)
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