Covert .

Christina left her mansion and her maid Gretchen breathed a sigh of relief that her bitch of a boss had gone to the office. She started the cleaning of the master bedroom, taking the bed linen and placing it in the hamper, before she did the vacuuming and dusting. Then she went to work on the rest of the mansion, making sure everything was pristine. Christina arrived at the office, walking past the receptionist Julia, not even bothering to say hello or good morning. The elevator doors opened, allowing Christina to board, so she could ride it up to her office on the top floor of the building. When she entered the office, she saw Diana sitting at her desk checking the mail and sorting out the rubbish from the important. Christina past her and just said coffee now, which made Diana stop and head to the kitchen to make her boss coffee. Christina went and sat at her desk, hiking her skirt a little, so it was just above her knees and she ran her hands down her legs to her heels feeling the soft nylon on her palms.

Diana entered the office carrying the coffee and the important mail and placed it on Christina's desk and then waited to be dismissed, and when she was, she headed back to her desk. Christina went through the mail looking at requests for endorsements and new products ideas, for which she had no time, so she binned them. She slipped her shoes off and rubbed her legs with her soles, the feeling for her was electrifying as she felt the tingle in her pussy and she imagined that she was being **** to do this. The phone rang, and she answered and someone obviously upset her as she screamed down the phone at whoever it was. She continued with the rest of the mail, seeing a brow envelope which she left until the end, calling Diana in and giving her a piece of mail telling her to reply that she would be happy to attend the mayor's ball. Then the brown envelope was the last piece that she needed to open and when she did, she thought it was empty until she stuck her hand in and pulled out a picture.

Christina looked at the picture, and it was clearly her bound and gagged on a chair, dominated by a shorter woman dressed very much like a secretary. First she blushed, then her anger began to rise as she turned the picture over and saw the message on the back. #Hello bitch, I found this video on the net and imagine my amusement to find out I recognised one of the stars, and I do not mean the shirt woman. So now you have a choice bitch, you can follow my instructions and no one in your life finds out you're a submissive bitch. You can always disobey and guess what your family, your friends and your employees find out just how weak you really are. You will see a phone number at the bottom of the picture, I want you to text that number by the end of the day with either the word YES or NO. Yes means you accept no means you are willing to take a chance with your reputation# That was the message, and now Christina was not feeling angry, she was feeling scared.

She sat at her desk and called the woman she had used as her partner in the video and chatted with her, asking her how her video got on the net. The woman said she had no idea, as all her videos were region protected and that one was only meant to be seen in oriental countries. Christina hung up the phone, not even having an inkling that her PA had found the video on her own computer. She checked the envelope and saw that the postage mark was from Bentonville, which was the next town over. She knew no one there and if her BDSM partner was telling the truth, then how whoever it was had got hold of the imagine and video. Christina looked at the number again, her skin beginning to sweat as she took her phone, thinking long and hard about what she was about to do. If she said no life would be ruined, she would lose everything. If she said yes, then at least she could keep her life, but what other things could the blackmailer decide to do to her.