1. Blackmailed


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

    leash. “Here,” she said laying the items on the counter. The check out girl started scanning the items. Just then Bridget saw a display of personalized dog tags. “Can you put anything you want of these dog tags,” she asked. The counter girl answered back. “Yeah, we have a little machine in the back room. You just tell us what you want up to 12 letters and we stamp them right into the tag.” “Now that’s neat,” said Bridget. She looked through the selection of tags and picked out two in the shape of a heart and one in the shape of a dog bone. “I’ll take these three,” she said while handing them to the cashier. “What name would you like on them,” she asked. “No name,” said Bridget, “just put, “slave” on all three. A big grin came over the girls face. I could have crawled into a cave. The young cashier walked back to the back room. A few minutes later she returned with the three dog tags with “slave” embossed into the metal. “What about a collar.” The young girl directed her question toward Bridget. “Aren’t you going to need a collar for him,” she was smiling and letting us know she knew exactly what these things were for. Bridge looked at her and smiled. “No thanks,” she said, “I want a collar that can be locked on, you don’t have any like that.” Both girls grinned. Bridget took my wallet from her pocket and laid one of my credit cards on the counter. The young, nice looking, cashier scanned the card and I was told to sign it. Finally we were out of there. I put the cage and ...
    other things in the back seat and we headed back to my house. I’d been fighting it all night but I just couldn’t hold back any longer. Maybe it was the humiliation in the store, maybe the memory of her knocking me down in my own home, or maybe the total frustration with the whole situation, what ever it was, I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. I started sobbing. I couldn’t help myself and, at the same time, hated myself for being so weak. “Oh, is the little baby crying,” she said mockingly, “maybe we’ll have to get the baby some diapers and bottle, huh. What do you say, should we go to the baby store tomorrow and get baby some diapers?” I just started crying harder. A few minutes later we pulled up to my house. Bridget hit the button on the garage opener and pulled the car inside. I waited until I was told I could get out. Again, in a very demanding tone, Bridget spoke, “Get out of the car.” I did as I was told and stood waiting for my next command. I could feel my cock getting hard again. I was hoping she wouldn’t see. It was so embarrassing to let her see that she was having a sexual effect on me. Even more, I was totally ashamed of myself and wondered what was wrong with me. I was not like this. “Do you remember the first rule of slavery,” she asked? “Yes Mistress,” I replied. “And that is.....” “Never speak unless asked a specific question Mistress.” “Congratulations, that’s correct. Now I’m going to give you another basic rule. You are never, ever allowed in the house ...
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