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Blackmailing the Cheater-Slut
by WittySnobbyand Clever
Chapter 6

I woke up first, with wicked thoughts swirling around my head. Today I would have to set the tone again--so her humiliation, servitude and abuse should be severe. What a deliciously naughty day I would have! I carefully disengaged our embrace and slipped out of bed.

We had turned up the heat last night so the room was sweltering and we slept without covers. What a sight this disheveled and thoroughly fucked woman was! She slept peacefully with a smile on her lips and her curvy figure reveling in her nakedness. We had eventually removed her shoes and thigh-highs last night, and I noticed she even had shapely feet.

I set up the Video camera quietly so as to overlook the bed, popped in a tape and pressed record. Then I took a stocking and tied it to the center of the headboard, careful not to wake her up. I got the blindfold, the ropes, the other stocking, the clothespins, candles, matches and other supplies ready. I moved the full length oval mirror over to the bed, and tilted it downwards. There was an ironing board in the closet, so I took that out too. When I felt everything was prepared I decided to shock her awake: I put a clothespin on her left nipple and let go of the clamp.

She screamed instantly, waking, and tried to take off the clothespin. But I restrained her arms and tied her with the stocking in the headboard. She was squealing the whole time so I used the blindfold to gag her, putting it very tight.

"We can't have you waking up the whole hotel, can we Slut."

She thrashed the whole time kicking and bucking, so I tied her hands more roughly with another rope and flipped her over on her stomach and spanked her ass over and over again. She tried to twist her ass away, but I roughly righted it and kept spanking till her ass was red and my arm was tired. This got me so worked up that I got behind her and fucked her roughly--pounding her so that I was spanking her with my lower body. Her head was thrashing over her shoulders and her eyes were wild. Drool spilled out of the tight corners of her mouth.

She was sopping wet and her tightness from fear became a little too slick and yielding for my mood. When she actually began pushing back against me. I decided she was enjoying this more than she ought to. I stopped cold, withdrew and placed my rock hard cock against her puckered little asshole and jammed it in all the way, with the full force of my weight behind it--my fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.

Staccato whimpers replaced her high pitched squeak as I tore into her ass; then shock set in and she turned pale and silent, frozen--like when rats fuck and lordosis sets in. I punished her, stretching her out and slamming deep, depositing my essence deep in her bowels.

She must be going numb, by now I thought. So I flipped her over again on her back and laid the ironing board down on its back, perpendicular to her feet. Then I spread her legs wide and securely fastened her ankles to the feet of the ironing board. The clothespin had fallen off her nipple, so I got two of them this time and positioned them over her nipples, holding them open until I got her attention. (She had closed her eyes no doubt to try to escape this situation.) I took off her gag and maneuvered around so I could squat on her face and she could lick my ass. I lowered myself fully, not sparing her face my weight.

"Lick it. Lick my dirty asshole, you filthy whore."

As I suspected she did nothing--she didn't even try to breathe. So I let out a good fart on her face that I 'd been saving up. Then I let go of the clothespins on her nipples. She gasped and sucked in my nasty fart.

"Things could get a whole lot worse if you don't start licking." I said menacing

Tentatively she tongued my ass--first gingerly, then slowly licking the length of my asscrack... Eventually she tickled my asshole with the tip of her tongue.

I removed the clothespins and dismounted her face. "Very good, your learning."

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you doing to me?" she replied.

"Insolence, eh? You are not to address me until I ask and then you are to call me Sir." For that you get double gagged. I took my boxers off the floor, turned them inside out and rolled them.

"Open up."

She did not open her mouth so I held her nose closed. After a few seconds she gasped for air and I shoved the rolled underwear halfway in her mouth and let go of her nose. Then I used a rope this time as a gag to hold in my underwear.

" And This", I put the clothespins back on her nipples, " is for not opening up when I told you."

"And this", I clamped a third clothespin on the hood covering her clit, (she made muffled screams and gags ), "is for not addressing me correctly."

She struggled as best she could but was pretty well immobilized except for her midsection--which she arched upwards in shock... If she ever relaxed she could probably manage to close her legs with some effort. Of course that would force them up and they would lock into place with the legs of the ironing board. I would let her figure that out on her own. I bent down and smoothed her sweaty hair from her forehead tenderly. Then I forced open her eyes and looked directly at her eyes.

"You... are... MINE."

With that I went to the bathroom to take a nice long shower. She watched me go with eyes sparked in fire and desperation while her body was doing a sort of back-bend of agony. The acute awareness of the clothespins racking her body set all of her nerve endings on fire; blood flooded each tit and her throbbing clit and through all of this a shudder of orgasm betrayed her will.

Chapter 7

I hummed and smiled in the shower. What a great thing to have a sex slave, I thought. I am riding a wave of power and satisfaction I can do anything I want to this woman! But I should be careful; was this S and M coercion, or blackmail and rape? I could go to jail a long time for this. But she really seemed to know ahead of time what she was getting into when she flew down here. Oh how can things be so jumbled and blurry, yet sharp and clear at the same time? Aw screw it. It was too late to go back now. I'd have a very good case in court anyway because if I was confused, the Jury sure would be too. Besides, If I raped her today then I raped her last time she was here and she flew back for more. She's on record flying naked with Laguardia security logs and tapes--they certainly wouldn't forget. They won't forget all of the things in her suitcase either. And some saw her get in the limo with the driver holding the 'Mrs. Slut' sign. I would have a very good case indeed, but it still troubles me that I might be doing something wrong... Nah--we'll maybe--aw who knows?

I Toweled off and stepped out of the steam swirled bathroom which seamed to end my doubt and introspection--funny how your environment can influence your thought pattern like that. I wiped away my doubts and stepped away from the murky situation, I guess. Anyhow there was very distracting sight on the bed.

Mrs. Lakhish had done as I suspected and moved her feet together. Since her ankles were secured to the feet of the upside down ironing board she was now locked at a 45 degree angle on the bed. Her face was red and her eyes were bulging incredulously. Nice view of her freshly spanked ass from this angle; she was in quite a fix. I just can't look at my new slut enough.

' Wow, what a sight" I thought as I buttoned up my shirt. Maybe I should find out if Ms. Day would like to use her too.

"I'm going out to see another whore.", I chuckled, " Make yourself comfortable while I'm gone."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmpf mmmff mMMMMMMMMmmmmFF!", she replied angrily, though still thoroughly gagged.

The hall was pretty clear and I thanked my lucky stars that I didn't bump into any guests that I knew. I was off-duty, but that never seemed to stop them from chatting-me-up or whatever.

Room 409 was a regular room, but behind this door an exceptionally horny young business traveler waited impatiently for me. I knew her habits; that she'd already worked out for 45 minutes, drank lots of water and eaten some yogurt with granola on top. She doubtless would've thoroughly showered and shaved every last piece of extra body hair off her lean, compact body. In fact I knew quite a bit more about her too. For example, that she always requested a handicap room because she enjoyed the moveable showerhead on the long hose that could be found in such rooms. She particularly liked being able to spray it directly on her nether regions with a rhythm not unlike a water-sprinkler. How did I know? Because I always booked the room for her, and oftentimes came in the room to catch her in the shower. She was one of my regular Sub. guests who I shagged rotten on a monthly basis. She was 28 years old and traveled a lot.

I'd made an extra key when she checked-in yesterday. That would come in handy now, so slipped it in the electronic slot and pushed the door open wide. There she was, sitting at the desk wearing only a purple lace Victoria's Secret bra and panty set. She was talking on the phone to one of her clients--she was in sales or something--and taking notes. When she saw me a big smile spread across her face and she quickly took the phone, notepad and pen with her as she kneeled on the floor. She was a good Sub and knew she was by default to kneel in my presence, unless I instructed her otherwise.

I closed the door and admired her while she finished up her call. She was very attractive and toned, though I usually prefer a woman with more meat on her, like Mrs. Lakhish. She was a bleach blonde with a terribly outdated 80's haircut, but it did not detract from a fine bone structure green eyes, now lowered, and pretty lips.

Something about her: she needed to be my Sub. It balanced out her normally very bossy and bitchy type-A style personality. Around me she was all sweetness and submission. She followed my orders unquestioningly, innocently, and with enthusiasm. She had no responsibility, worries or cares--I took care of everything.

"Good. We have a deal. See you on Thursday.", she ended the call and giggled with excitement. She peeked up at me quickly and looked back down again to giggle.

"You seem like you're in a good mood, Missy. You seem like you have something to say. You may speak and move freely now."

"Oh goody!" she leapt up and ran over to me like a schoolgirl and threw her arms over my head, covering me with kisses. "I couldn't wait to see you today, my master."

She looked up at me with something like love in her eyes.

I hugged her tightly and kissed her firmly on the lips. "You are such a good slave--you keep yourself very pretty for me. Did you play with yourself in the shower today?"

She nodded her head happily and blinked a few times.

"I have a real Bitch down the hall who needs to learn some lessons; would my favorite little girl enjoy playing with another woman today?"

She paused and looked up, then down, then peeked up again. It was obvious she thought her answer would displease me, so she was reluctant to speak.

"Let me guess: you'd rather just spend some time with me first, and then we could play with her later."

She nodded like a manic and smiled, then covered my cheeks kisses and chest with kisses. "Oh, Master, you know me so well. I am happy that you are my owner."

I knew from our last meeting that she was worried about reaching her sales target for this quarter, so I decided to take away this worry in our special way: Very sternly I changed the subject " Now... is my pretty little girl going to reach her sales quotient this quarter?"

Her glee shrank visibly receded and a stressed-out look came over her face. Her voice dropped along with her eyes. "I... I don't know master. I really don't know, sir. The numbers don't look very...", she swallowed, " promising, sir."

"WHAT?", I said seriously, " Do I need to redden your little bottom? I think a bit of incentive is in order. "

"Oh, no sir. I'll try harder--really I will sir."

"Too late, missy. Go over and put your hands on the desk..."

She hesitated briefly.

"I won't tell you twice."

"Oh please sir...", she hurried over to the desk, moved the chair aside and put her hands flat on the desk, bending over.

I remained where I was and admired the view of this hot young woman get ready for a spanking. "Take your panties down to your knees."

"Oh please sir, not on my Bare bottom!"

"And why the hell not, missy? You are MY slut to do with as I please. Is that clear?", I strode over to her menacingly as she pulled down her panties and slowly put her hands back on the desk, looking around skittishly all the while.

"... And when you don't make the numbers, you make yourself very unhappy, and that displeases ME. Are you trying to displease me?"

"nnno sir, I--" <SPANK> "eeek. Owww" <SPANK> <SPANK> <SPANK><SPANK>... <SPANK> <spank> <pat> <spank> <SPANK!>

I spanked her until her ass was so tender that she couldn't bear to even touch it or put her panties back up. " Now... are you going to try even harder? After we finish playing around this morning, are you going to go out and break your personal record?"

"y-yes sir" she sobbed.

I hugged her tenderly and let her cry a bit.

"Good. Now blow your nose and wipe away your tears" I offered her tissue from a box in my hand. As she patted her eyes and gently blew her nose, I poured a glass of water, handing it to her when she was done. "Besides, I know you won't be taking any breaks today since I doubt you'll want to sit down. If you're good I'll rub some soothing lotion on that sore little bottom of yours tonight. But first things first: how about you do some soothing on this thing which you made so hard." I unbuckled my pants, undid the zipper and my stiff member jutted out of my boxers. Eagerly she dropped to her knees and gave a quick kiss to the head of my cock.

"may I sir?"

"Please do. Proceed."

Eagerly she set to her task, kissing, caressing, sucking on my schlong. She bobbed up and down with focus and enthusiasm. Once in a while she would slow down and deep-throat me and caress the backs of my legs. I had taught her some things but she was a natural. And some things you can't fake; she savored my maleness.

After a bit I got tired and gently disengaged so I could lie down on the bed. She followed my cock with her eyes like it was a million dollars, and once I laid down and motioned to her she pounced on it again. She fingered herself while she sucked, and had a few shudders of pleasure as she worked. I as I was about to come I stopped her and she looked up, kind of disappointedly, to see what I wanted.

"Wouldn't you rather climb on board? "

I didn't have to ask her twice. She bounded up and positioned herself over my cock. Then looked at me expectantly.

A drip of her juice fell onto my balls. "Take off the bra first. I want to suck on those little titties of yours."

She unclasped the bra and flung it off. I raised and eyebrow in approval and gave a short nod. She sank tenderly down on my shaft. She was warm, moist and tight. When she moved as if her body was controlling her, and not the other way around. I pulled her breasts to my face, as I craned upwards to lick and nibble and suck... She gasped. I made soft circles around her clit with my free hand. She started bucking like a wild animal and sunk to the hilt as she came. After an extra beat she resumed at a more controlled and gentle rhythm. Her pussy was more slick now, and a bit looser, but still felt glorious. I smoothed my hands down her sides and she flinched a bit when I touched her ass.

"Pretty sore, huh?"

"yyyeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhh... sir, yeah you spanked me hard today master. But I deserved it. Now I'm going to reward you for helping me see...", she squeezed her pussy muscles, "that... I have to try harder, sir."

The sensations were too much to resist and I came long and hard inside her. Her pussy went into spasms and seemed to drink out my come. She collapsed on me, satisfied. I think we fell asleep for a bit. I was roused from my revelry by a tender mouth kissing my neck and chest. "I'm hungry master. Would you like me to order room service?"

"Poached eggs on what toast, with extra buttered wheat toast on the side and an almond flavored late. Also, some honey on the side and some cranberry juice. And lets have it delivered to Suite 2000. There is someone there I'd like you to meet."

"O.K.!" she reached over, picked up the phone and paused. "sir, do you think your 'Suite friend' would like some breakfast too?"

"Good question, why don't you go ask her." her key is in my right pants pocket.

She looked at me mischievously then got up, slipped on her Hiton robe and slippers and fished through my pants pocket at the foot of the bed. When she had extricated the key she looked at me expectantly.

"You may go. Suite 2000. Don't bother to knock-- she is so rude she probably won't even get up to answer the door... Go now."

What a sight Ms. Day would have waiting for her: The very surprised Mrs. Lakhish tied up gagged and tortured! I wonder if my Sub would become dominant when I wasn't there. Yeah, that old axiom 'the worst master is a former slave.' I bet she'll be really cruel to Mrs. Lakhish. Better give her a good 15 or 20 minutes of fun before I come by. Just enough time for a leisurely crap.

Chapter 8

Feeling refreshed, I strode down to the suite and knocked on the door loudly. I listened very closely and was sure I heard a bit of scrambling around, Ms. Day saying something threateningly and a smack on bare skin. A few seconds more and Ms. Day answered the door in her robe.

"Please come in, master." She bowed low and her robe fell open to expose her little perk breasts.

"I trust you have been getting better aquatinted with my new whore?"

"Yes master. She is very pretty with big boobies that are fun to play with."

I strode over to the bed and saw that Ms. Day had spread Mrs. Lakhish's legs wide by lowering the legs of the ironing board. There was a dark spot on the comforter below her crotch where her juices had stained the material. Her hair was more messed up than when I left her, and her face looked like it was slippery to the touch. From huge pleading eyes tears were streaming down her temples and wetting her hair and the pillow. There were fresh bite marks all down her neck, all around each breast and all along the insides of her thighs.

"Has my little slut been marking up my big slut with bite-marks? Marring her flawless skin with red teeth-marks?" I asked sternly, turning to glare at Ms. Day.

"Y-yes, master. I... I didn't think you'd mind, sir. Please forgive me?" She fell to her knees and kissed my shoes.

"You are right, my Little Slut. I had anticipated you would play with my Big Slut. Did you order room service like I asked you?"

"Oh, yes sir. It should be coming up anytime now, sir."

"Good. When it comes I want you to answer the door wearing only your bra and panties. And tip generously."

She looked up sheepishly and blinked a few times.

"I see, you have left said items in your room, eh? We'll have to punish you for that later. Meanwhile you'll just have to wear this--"I handed her a small, typical hotel towel from the bathroom. She instantly disrobed and tried on the towel. It covered her breasts but not her ass, or the bottom half of her pussy. With some adjusting it covered her ass, but her tits popped out the top. Finally she settled on showing the top half of her tits and only the very bottom of her ass. It was a fetching compromise. Like clockwork someone knocked at the door.

"Room service..."

I hid in the bathroom and peeked out the crack in the door. Ms. Day went to answer the door and Mrs. Lakish whimpered softly from the bed. (Only her naked legs, bound to the legs of the upside down ironing board were visible from the door.)

I watched as each of Ms. days ass cheeks would pop out in turn as she walked for the door. She opened the door. Carlos, the room service guy missed a beat with his shock at such a sight. At least one areola was winking out from the top of the towel, and he could see through the juncture in her thighs to see her ass cheeks spilling out behind in a perky way.

"Good morning. Where would you like it set up, Miss.?" he asked, removing the towel with his eyes.

"Oh, right by the bed would be fine, My friend can't reach very far."

Room service people have seen a lot of things but I 'm sure even in his 10 years on the job Carlos never had a half naked woman let him into the room with a Totally naked woman bound and gagged to the bed. I couldn't see his face from the angle of the bathroom door, but I could see his ears turn bright red, and he fumbled while he set up the tray on the night-stand.

"She's in traction--doctors orders, you know." she said with a shit eating grin.

Carlos didn't buy-it for a secondly. But he wasn't about to complain either; he took the time to pour the coffee and ask how they would like it prepared.

"Don't worry about that, we'll take care of it. Is that the check?" She took the folder, signed and gave it promptly back...

"Thank you Miss. I can come back to collect the trays anytime--just call down and I will come personally."

"I'm sure you will, um--", she looked down at his nametag, " -Carlos." She ushered him out the door.

I stepped out of the bathroom and nodded appreciatively. "It's fun to embarrass another Slut, no? Why don't you put the do not disturb sign on the door."

When she opened the door I whipped off her towel with one hand and pushed her out into the hallway with the other. I looked at my watch and marked the beginning of one minute. She knocked and banged

"LEMMIE IN, LEMMIE IN!"

Exactly one minute passed.

I opened the door and began speaking very loudly :

"I TOLD you I didn't want to see you anymore! For Christ sakes, your husband is my Best friend! Besides, you have AIDS, and you're pussy is too loose, you Slut!"

I smiled and let her in, her naked body flushed in embarrassment and warmed by the eyes of the other hotel guests in the hallway.

"Like that one? Now get over to the food and kneel down." I removed Mrs. Lakhish's gag and pulled my underwear out of her mouth. "Did this little bitch mistreat you when I was gone?" I gestured at Ms. Day

"Y-yeah... she pinched me and spanked me and bit me all over. Then she made me eat her pussy. I thought she was going to kill me!"

"Well, did she at least ask you what you wanted for breakfast?"

"No, sir--she said that I'd have to watch her eat with you! She was very mean sir."

"Of course I expected her to be mean, but as for leaving you out of breakfast--that is truly uncivilized. Just for that, she'll have to wear your gag and feed you her own breakfast." I rolled my underpants back up, spat on the end and shoved it in my kneeling slaves mouth. I finished the job with the rope tied tight, pinching the corners of her mouth.

"Now whenever the Little Slut spills something or feeds you incorrectly, I want you to count out-loud the number of infractions."

I sat down at the table and ate my breakfast, relishing the scene before me. At first the Little Slut fed her nicely. One little drip of yogurt. "One!"

A little spill of hot coffee. "Two!"

Then as far as I could see nothing wrong..."Three! Four! Five!"

By the time the Big Slut was satisfied there were 39 infractions and only a little food left. I removed the little Slut's gag. "Are you still hungry?"

"Y-yes Sir."

I dropped dollops of yogurt on the Big Sluts Pussy, then sprinkled granola on top "go ahead, eat!" I jammed her head down into the others crotch.

<SPANK> " One" <SPANK!> "Two"...

I spanked her 10 times. Her ass was pink and showed handprints. Her mouth was smeared in yogurt and pussy juice. She still had 17 spanks to go, but I decided to let the woman coming close to orgasm take care of that business.

"O.K. lets switch things around here. Untie her! Good. Now her feet. Very good, now go over and turn that chair around and bend over the back of it! Now! You're free Mrs. Lakhish, though still my whore for life. Would you like to finish the spankings on Little Miss Day Slut?"

She leapt out of bed and wound up.

"Remember, only 17 smacks left, so make them count. "

She spanked slowly and with much care, heightening the experience with anticipatory pauses in-between the wallops. When she was done, I was certain they were both very horny. I bent them both over the bed and fucked them alternately, five strokes each. It was the ultimate to have both of them there with eager wiggling asses. I continued alternating until I couldn't take it any more and came deep inside Mrs. Lakhish. I instructed them to eat each other out in a sixty-nine. I noticed Ms. Day was on top and eagerly licked my sperm out of Mrs. Lakhish. I knew Mrs. Lakhish had never done a woman before, and she was very reluctant at first but went to munching eagerly after a few tentative licks.

There was a whirring sound in the corner as the camcorder reached the end of the tape. I got up and put a new tape in and pressed record. The two on the bed were a quivering, shaking, moaning mass of womanly passion and fulfillment. Their faces were completely buried between each others tensing legs and muffled moans and slurping sounds filled the room. They seemed to come in turn but keep going. What a sight! My dick was tired and sore but it couldn't help but lengthen and stiffen. I got on the bed and took Ms. day up her sweet ass while Mrs. Lakhish continued to work on her, circling, jabbing, sucking on her clit. Her sphincter muscles and some other kind of muscles deep inside her clamped down and milked me as I fucked her. Her whole body whent into spasms and I shot a load in that tight warm tunnel. Mrs. Lakhish screamed (I was surprised at the volume) and after a minute of just staying like that we got more comfortable and all got to cuddling under the covers. From this dream we slipped into slumber.

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