1. Blackmailed


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 66, Source: xHamster

    piece of paper and a pen from her purse and wrote down the address. “Oh, that’s not that far,” she said, “I’d love to come over. I’m off tomorrow, would it be possible to come out tomorrow, say late morning? That way I’d have the whole day.” “Sure, that would be great,” Bridget turned in my direction and looked straight down at my engorged shaft, “it looks like slave here thinks it’s a good idea also.” The two girls laughed out loud and others in the store looked over to see what was so funny. They confirmed their plans for 10am Sunday morning. The girls had formed an instant bond and I knew I was going to be the worst for it. They continued to have fun and they moved through the store picking out the sexiest lingerie they could find. By the time we were ready to check out Bridget and Beth had picked out almost $1000 dollars worth of panties, bras, garters, pantyhose, stockings, a couple of corsets, a skimpy, little black mini dress, and two pair of 5” high heeled shoes. The thought of being f***ed to wear this stuff in public was terrifying. Bridget gave the sales lady my credit card. She leaned over the counter, “are there any bondage shops around here?” she asked in a whisper. “You know, I want to get some restraints, chastity devices, things like that. I just thought you might know of a place like that.” Bridget had this girl’s interests pegged. “Actually I do know of a couple of places down town.” She gave Bridget a piece of paper with directions. “I’ll see you ...
    tomorrow,” Beth said as we turned. Bridget smiled back at her and we started back to the car. Of course I carried all the packages while walking several steps behind my Mistress. She glanced at the directions and started for down town. I knew I was going to be humiliated again so I was in no hurry to reach our new destination. My mind was in turmoil, we had been in the store for over an hour and I had been hard as a rock the whole time. I was also hornier than I could ever remember. Every ounce of my being wanted to start jacking off right then and there, even if it meant doing it right in front of my 15 year old Mistress. I’m not going to do that though. I’m going to use some self restraint and concentrate on something else. Something that will take my mind off my swollen cock. I focused on my next painting. I had an image for my next painting before all this stuff started. I could contemplate it’s composition and coloring. A few minutes later we pulled up to a dingy looking storefront with blacked out windows. This did not look good….at least not to me. Bridget found a parking place about a half a block down the street. I was thankful we didn’t have to walk further, it didn’t look like that great a neighborhood. As Bridget walked into the doorway and large, bouncer type, guy approached. “May I see some ID please?” Bridget pulled out her phony ID and showed it. He gave an approving nod of his head. Then she reached back into her purse and pulled out my wallet. “Here is my slaves ID,” ...