Blackmailed into Slavery

Keeping Up Appearances

Dixie was back at Mister Green's penthouse suite that weekend; Nude save for an eye mask, collared, plugged, and kneeling submissively at the foot of his bed with her head bowed and her hands on her knees. Over the week, he'd called her at work and at home at random times to make sure that she still had her diamond butt plug up her ass. She confirmed it each time and one time she had to walk to a window to bend over, flip up her dress, and pull down her undergarments so that whatever spy he had at her ranch could confirm it.

That knowledge in of itself was embarrassing. She wondered who on the staff it was. A gardener? One of the horse handlers? A maid, even? She became increasingly paranoid as it was instantly apparent that she couldn't trust anyone save for her husband. She did, however, make it a point to make love to Jake every night, knowing at any moment that she'd be called to service. This morning when Green did call, she gave Jake the mother of all blowjobs before making up a story that she'd be going out with her friends.

Behind her, the door opened. She heard the footsteps of two men. Green was definitely one of them as who else could it be? The other person she had no idea who it was. "This is Mister Larson," Green said. "You're going to be his entertainment for the next couple of hours. Be a dear and show him a very good time as he's a very important client of mine."

"Yes, Master," Dixie whined, unable to keep the sorrow from her voice or the tears from welling up in her eyes. As she heard the other man start to disrobe. A moment later the door closed as Green departed.

"My, my," Larson said in a slightly deeper voice than Mister Green's, "you are quite the stunning creature just from looking at you from behind. Now let's see the goods, dear." he said, walking up behind her to gaze upon her body. From his vantage point, he could easily see the small swells of her breasts as they nestled between her arms. "Mmm, yes, very nice," he murmured, leaning down to take them into his hands to squeeze. He brought one hand up to her neck to turn her face up to him.

She looked up into his smiling face and was surprised to see that he too was wearing a black eye mask, although not as ornately decorated as hers was. It then hit her that these 'clients' were businessmen in the Dallas area whom she probably interacted with before. That just made her heart sink with despair.

"MMMmmm..." Dixie whimpered in defeat as her breasts were fondled from behind. Then he was pinching and rolling her n*****s between his thumbs and forefingers. Once they were standing erect, he started brushing his forefingers across them rapidly. Erotic tickles shot through her body from the tips of her breasts, making her squirm uncomfortably as he played with them. She had to bite her lip to keep from protesting. The moment she misbehaved was the moment her secret was out.

After having her t**s molested for about ten minutes, Larson had her stand and place her hands onto the boards on the foot of the bed. She stayed there while he rummaged around for something in the nearby drawers. When he came back he draped a very long length of rope over her neck, just below her collar, and down her front. She couldn't help but wince as he tied three knots in the front before reaching between her legs to grab the ends and pull back.

Shibari... Dixie thought bitterly. She always hated it when Mister Green wanted to do that kind of bondage. Mainly because he insisted on keeping her tied up for hours at a time. Larson kept the two ends on either side of her labia as he brought them up her back to then loop under the portion on the back of her neck. Despite her reservations, she stayed perfectly still as Larson tied the rope into a body harness for her. Once he was done he placed his hand over her mound to finger her real quick to ensure that he could still get up inside of her bare p***y. Mister Green had ordered her to shave her mound now that she was serving him. "Nice and tight, just how I like it." Larson said in appreciation of her body and his work. "Your proprietor tells me you like this."

"Yes, Master," She lied meekly. He then took another length of rope and proceeded to tie her arms behind her back, forearm to forearm, anchoring them to her new rope body harness.

"One last thing..." Larson said. He left for a moment and came back with two magnetic n****e clamps. Dixie couldn't help but whine again as he fitted the little ring over her n****e and then secured it into place with the little magnets inside of it. She winced in pain as her breasts got used to the hard pincers and added weight. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, taking her by the arm and guiding her over to the huge window wall for a better look in the light. Then, to her horror, he grabbed his smart phone and snapped a few pictures. Dixie turned her head in shame.

Larson put the phone aside and ambled over to her. He grabbed her by the chin to force her to look at him again. Once they'd locked eyes, he gently applied pressure to her shoulders. Dixie submissively sank to her knees, all the while maintaining eye contact with him. He grabbed his c**k, bringing it up to her lips. "Suck," he commanded.

Dixie swallowed to clear the lump in her throat. Tears fell from her eyes. Then she tentatively leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Her lips locked around his shaft, sliding down its length, as she expertly took him all in. Larson's hand clawed at her hair and he breathed a sigh of relief as her head bobbed back and forth at his crotch. At one point, he grabbed her head, shoved his c**k all the way down her throat, and held it there. Her tears of sorrow became those of distress as she struggled to relax her throat enough to breathe.

After a minute of making her struggle, he released her. Dixie automatically pulled back, coughed, and sputtered. She hadn't done that in years and had fallen out of practice. Larson grabbed her by the hair and brought her back up to her feet. Then he backed her up against the bed, nudging her back to lie down. She complied, scooting back until she was all the way on. Larson climbed up on top of her, reaching down between them to spread her p***y lips and rope so that he could slide in. Once his c**k was fully entrenched, one hand came up to clamp around her throat while the other played with her breasts.

Their eyes locked once again as he proceeded to f**k her hard. Her look of shame and sorrow was evident on her face and Larson seemed to revel in it. When she felt his c**k swell within her, she couldn't help but cry. Her sin was running deep now as this was the second man inside of a week that she'd been intimate with who wasn't even her husband! What was worse was that she was going to c*m with this man just liked she'd done with Mister Green! Her breasts were bouncing with every thrust into her, which moved the clamps on her n*****s, which then shot the tiny electrodes of pain and pleasure through her body. Her c**t was swollen and on fire as it was pinched between the ropes with his c**k tearing across it.

Despite her best efforts to stop it, the climax ripped through her. She twisted and squirmed in his grip, biting her lip with a muffled "MMMMPH". She turned her face from him, squeezing her eyes shut while her face and chest went flush. Her body shook and her p***y fluttered around his c**k. Then her abdomen convulsed as the powerful orgasm continued. She wound up bucking against Larson against her own will.

"Yeah, that's right, c*m for me, w***e," Larson grinned above her, hand still around her throat. "Scream in pleasure," he said, his hand groping her right breast, squeezing, and pulling up, taking the magnetic n****e clamp with it.

Dixie screamed and thrashed as the pain from her right tit spiked on her n****e and then throbbed while the aftershocks were still coursing through her. Then she screamed again when he reached over and snatched the left one off as well. She wept in pain and embarrassment. This wound up sending Larson over the edge as she felt his c**k throb inside of her while his c*m gushed into her womb. It made her glad that she was on birth control so that she wouldn't get pregnant from this man. She felt his mouth descend upon her left breast while he continued to enjoy his own orgasm.

After that, it was a blur as Dixie simply laid there like an empty shell. Larson used her in a variety of positions until he was finally done with her. By the time he'd left she was sore from the continual f*****g. Green came in for her and he untied her arms and then led her to the bathroom. "Wash up," he ordered after getting the shower going for her. Dixie went to untie the knots of the rope body harness behind her back and Mister Green slapped her hands down. "No. You'll wear that for the rest of the weekend as punishment," he said in a harsh tone. "Mister Larson was happy with the first hour of f*****g you but then said that you tuned out. You'll get your s**t together and please my clients properly or I will f*****g end your existence as you know it. Understand?"

"Yes, Master..." Dixie replied in a soft, meek voice. "What am I going to tell my husband?"

"That's not my problem. Entertain my clients better and you won't have to figure that out in the future," Green growled. "Now get cleaned up and get out of here. I'm done with you for the weekend."

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Sunday rolled around and Dixie feigned sickness just so that she wouldn't have to go to church. She slept in one of the guest bedrooms under the pretense that she wouldn't disturb Jake and so that she didn't have to reveal her tied up body to him. Him and a couple of the maids checked in on her from time to time but allowed her to rest.

All the while, Dixie wondered how she'd be able to keep pretenses up or if she'd even succeed at it. The answer was not 'if' Jake would find out, but 'when'.