1. Lake District Holiday (part 4)


    Date: 7/11/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: nickitaylor, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    and, more importantly, were unfaithful to your wife.” All the colour drained from his face. My heart was thumping; it was quite thrilling to see this tyrant fall. Blackthorn’s hands dropped to his sides and his cock seemed to shrivel before our eyes. “So.” I said, “The worm has turned. And now you must do precisely as you are told, or risk the consequences.” “Do you have those pictures here?” He nodded, “In the hotel safe.” “You wouldn’t hold out on us would you?” He shook his head. “They’re all there.” “Go get them. Now.” He reached for his trousers and pulled them on without underwear. He slipped on his shoes, without socks and pulled on his shirt as quick as he could. “Hurry the fuck up!” I said. Five minutes later he returned with the inevitable manilla envelope. I held out my hand. “Wait a minute,” he said. It was as if, in the time he took to get the pictures, he had gathered himself. “How do I know this video exists?” I reached for my phone and played a section of video. I held it up for him. He stepped closer, his eyes widening as he clearly saw himself fucking my arse. It was so clearly him. He knew the game was up. he made a grab for my phone, “Ah, ah, ah,” I said, taunting him as I pulled the phone from his reach. That was also the phrase that Jen, Mike and Saul had been listening for. They stepped in from the bathroom. “Envelope please,” I said. Blackthorn looked around at the other four people in the room, and saw he was beaten. He handed me the envelope and ...
    reached for his tie. As he was putting it back around his neck, I said, “Where do you think you’re going?” He looked quizzical. “Do you think I’m finished with you?” Pause. “I’ve hardly extracted a quid pro quo, now have I?” Pause. “Now unless you want me to share those pictures and that video with your employers, your wife, and perhaps the Police, I think you had better get used to doing as you’re told.” I held out the manilla envelope to Lisa, who took it, with a look of relief on her face. “Thank you,” she mouthed. “Do you understand?” My question was met with silence. “Pardon?” “Yes,” he said, under his breath. “Pardon?” “Yes,” he said, a little louder this time. “Yes, Miss,” I corrected. His eyes widened, he coughed and cleared his throat. “Yes, Miss.” “Good.” I smiled, glanced around the room at the others. They all grinned back at me. I turned back to Blackthorn. “Now strip.” Earlier that afternoon, I had seen this man bear his teeth and growl like a dog, like a wolf. Now he looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Unable to move, paralysed with fear. “Did you hear me?” He nodded. “Then do-as-you-are-told.” My eyes were unswerving, I held him in my gaze. I was the oncoming truck. He took off his shirt, then kicked off his shoes, before taking off his trousers. His cock hung limp, so unlike the hard, savage tool that he had fucked me with just a few hours earlier. His shoulders slumped, knew he was beaten, but didn’t know what to expect from us. ...
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