First meeting with the blackmailer

As soon as I reached home, I sent a message to my blackmailer. "Fine, you sick bastard. I'm done."

"Send me a picture of your purchases on your bed."

A moment later a picture of a simple black blindfold, and four pairs of pink padded handcuffs appeared. "Happy, you sicko. I can't believe you made me go there."

"Indeed. I am happy. Now, your second task. Send me a picture of your vagina and asshole."

His cockiness was getting on my nerves. I replied almost instantly, "No! I'm sick of doing everything you ask! I've given you more than enough pictures. Leave me alone!"

However, he put me back in my place straight away. "Apparently, you have forgotten how this works. I tell you what to do, and you do it. No complaining. No moaning. You don't get to object. If you don't start just doing as you're told, you will be getting expelled. Have I made myself clear?"

I stared at my phone screen for a long time before answering. I was powerless. It hurt even more than the humiliation he was making me go through.

"Yes."

"Now, I was going to be happy with one picture, but now you owe me three. Lay naked on your bed. Spread your legs and send me a picture of your asshole and vagina. Then I'll tell you what you have to do for your extra pictures."

It took me a few minutes to find a good angle, and another couple to get a good shot. I ended up putting my ankles behind my head to get the picture. Flexibility wasn't an issue for me. All those yoga classes Mom had **** me to attend had finally come in handy, although not exactly in the way I imagined.

My blackmailer took a while to send his next order. Just the thought of him jerking off to the picture at the same time made my blood boil even more. Without any comments about the last one, the next demand appeared.

"For your next picture, spread your vagina as wide as you can with one hand and take a close up."

This one was much easier, albeit no less humiliating than the last one.

"For your final picture, unless you try to object, you will insert your pointer finger in your asshole, as deep as it can go. I expect at least two knuckles. Then send me a picture of it."

I swallowed my pride and did as he asked. "Fuck you", I added just after sending him the picture.

"You will be soon. Unlock your door. Go back to your bedroom, get the blindfold and handcuffs back out, then start a video call."

What did he mean by that? There was no way he knew where I lived right? I reluctantly complied and once back in my bedroom, I started the video call. As expected, my blackmailer turned off his camera as soon as the call started. I dangled the blindfold and handcuffs right next to my face.

"See? Happy? I did everything you wanted, will you tell me what you have planned now?"

"Each pair of handcuffs came with 2 keys, correct?", a contorted voice replied. Great, I thought, not only was he talking in a much deeper than normal voice so that I could work out who it was, but he completely ignored my question as well.

"Yeah." I huffed.

"Show them to me."

I held them up.

"Prop your phone so it's pointed at your bed, then put all the keys on the table in front of your phone. Then climb on your bed with the blindfold and handcuffs."

I made a face then complied.

"Put one pair of handcuffs on each of your arms, then each of your ankles."

"You have some weird kinks. Naked dances with chains." But I did it.

"Now, attach the other end of your left ankle handcuff to the left column of your headboard. Then do the same for your right leg."

I was suspicious but still complied, with some struggle. I was fully convinced that there was no way for him to know where I lived.

"Put the blindfold on."

I did.

"Now handcuff your left wrist to the headboard like your left leg is."

My suspicion was clearly growing but I complied.

"Now do your right wrist the same way."

I faltered, "But I'll be stuck..."

"Do it."

"Fine, but you better know how to get me out." And with great difficulty and some straining, I got it latched.

In the pitch blackness of the blindfold, I waited. What had I just done? There was no way he knew my address. Left to my own thoughts, I finally understood his plan. It was all a bluff. He just wanted to have a laugh seeing me completely stuck until I begged him to help me and eventually told him where I lived.

That was what I thought, until I heard my front door open. My heart skipped a beat. How did my blackmailer found out my house? What was he going to do to me? There was nothing I could do in such a **** position. Worse, what if it wasn't even him who came in? What if Dad decided to visit without notice and found me in such an indecent posture?

Suddenly, I felt a hand brush against my left thigh.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed.

"Relax, it's just me." The fake deep voice confirmed that it was indeed my blackmailer.

"What part of that should make me relax?" I exclaimed.

"Calm down. If you make too much noise I'll leave you handcuffed to your bed and you can scream until the police come and let you out. All the cops in the area are men. But I suppose if you want a bunch of men seeing you naked, you could have just told me. I'd have posted all those photos you sent me."

I heard him scour around my room before moving to the bedside table on which my phone was sitting.

"What are you gonna do?" I demanded trying not to sound scared.

"Oh, I should think that would be obvious", he stated as I heard his belt hit the floor. Then, just to emphasize the point he reached over and ran his hand from the top of my vaginal lips to the base. I was soaked. Like it or not, this turned me on.

"Please," I begged, starting to cry, "don't do this. I don't want to lose my virginity this way..."

Those weren't tears of fear. They were tears of shame. Of course I was terrified of losing my v-card. But what hurt me the most was the fact that I was turned on out of my mind sitting there in that position, at the complete mercy of my blackmailer.

"I don't see how you didn't see this coming, but I'll chalk it up to naivety. I offer you a compromise", he said after a while, still rubbing up and down my vagina's lips, getting my love juices all over his fingers, "I will give you a week to find another guy and lose your virginity on your own terms, and in exchange today... I'll fuck this." And with that his finger slick with my pussy juices slid right into my unsuspecting ass.

I flinched at the unexpected anal intrusion. "Fuck, that hurts! You should warn me first. Ow...."

"Do we have a deal?"

I squirmed around his finger which was lightly twirling in my ass. "Could you stop moving that down there?" I snapped. "What if I can't find a guy?"

"Pa-leeze, ask almost any guy you want and you could do it tomorrow", he snorted with snide derision.

"That's not a lot of time for such a big decision..." I whined.

"Fine, I'll give you two weeks. But I still want your pussy to be nice and tight. I'm keeping an eye on you and if you fuck more than one guy, I'm dumping every picture you've sent me on every porn site I can find and sending my evidence to the honor office."

"This is ridiculous! I have two weeks to find my husband? How-" I started.

"Oh, I doubt you'll marry the dude you fuck. You aren't gonna get to only fuck me and the one guy you finally marry. That stopped being a real option when I caught you cheating. I mean you could get lucky, but your luck hasn't been great up until this point. Has it? No, you just get to find the guy you can deal with being your first fuck. You've got two weeks. Or I can just do it now. Your call. What'll it be?"