Photos to you

The envelope is easy to open and inside, there is a letter and some printed photos of you. When you look at them, your heartbeat increases and you begin to shiver. The photos show you in very humiliating positions. The first shows you all tied up with an erect cock and Sophia's hand stoking it. The second one shows you wearing a diaper. The third one is you licking Sophia's boots. On the fourth one you are on all fours with your face in the bowl with your name on it. And in the last one, your wear a dark blue ball dress and sit on a chair in front of a mirror.

In every picture, either your face is not seen or only a part of it. Enough to identify you, but not enough to notice that you are in fact sleeping. They are all posed. But they look realistic. And you also see that your body hair has already been removed.

“You can ignore the letter,” Sophia telly you pleased, “It was just in case you would be **** when I give you your food. I assume you have questions?”

“How?” you asks breathless, “and why?”

“Good questions,” Sophia says amused by your shock, “As I said you have been sleeping for about eight hours. And since you brought all boxes down here already, I had more time to install your new home. When I was done and you were still out, I decided to take these photos right away."

"Originally I planned to make them over the next few days. But why postpone something when you can just do it and get it over with. And I must say I had some fun too. The third one really looks like you are awake and want to do it. And the fifth one is my favorite. I loved this dress back in my college days. The homecoming ball … aw, I should have been the queen. But Rebecca is a friend and she deserved it, so I don't complain."

"And this brings me to your second question. Why did I do all this? Well, I can't keep you here forever. One day people will grew suspicious. Your parents, friends or probably your teachers. So, if in a week or two we move our special relationship back to the everyday world, or if you manage to escape from this cage, then these pictures will prevent you from running straight to the police and starting to tattle. I have methods to make sure that everyone in your college and your circle of acquaintances gets to see these photos. I probably don't need to explain what this means for your social life.”

You can't say a thing. She is a fucking blackmailer. The pictures are fake, but this means nothing. Girls would avoid you, the bullies would for sure tear you apart, and your future employers might also just ignore your applications when they know about the pictures. And in the worst case, your college director could probably throw you out from college too. He is a terrible, extremely conservative asshole who cares little about his students and even the law. The only thing he is interested in is his colleges reputation and >purity<. He currently faces a lawsuit because he expelled a gay student who outed himself.

“Aw, your fear is too cute,” Sophia says mocking and smiles, “but don't worry, boytoy. This pictures are an absolute emergency solution in case I have nothing else to loose anymore. I have no interest in destroying your life. I wouldn't even use them to get you back if you one day manage to escape me. It is much more fun to hunt you again anyway. Well, I guess this is all for now. Unlike you, I haven't slept for a long time and I have so many ideas about what we could do tomorrow. Or today? It is already past midnight. Feel free to use your spare time however you want. Take a shower, jerk off, inspect your new home or try to find a way to escape from here before I'm back. Of course I would have to punish you if you try to escape but I would still be fun. And who knows, maybe you secretly would enjoy this.”

Sophia blows you a kiss before leaving. You need to sit down on your camp bed, take a few deep breaths and try to calm down. This can't be true. Where have you gotten yourself into? And why you?