She found purpose

Ashley was still sobbing into her pillow when you left for work. The adventurous night at the club followed by the hours of passionate fucking and then the morning revelation of betrayal left the poor thing ragged and exhausted. Eventually, she slipped into a powerful and much-needed nap. When she woke up it was creeping up on 1 p.m. She remembered the orders of the blackmailer and tried to start pulling herself together so she could make the biggest decision of her life. Her stomach was twisted in knots but she managed to **** down a peanut butter and jelly sandwich while sitting in front of your computer and reviewing all of the information the blackmailer had sent.

At first, it made her angry again, but as she read those first communications the blackmailer had with you something started to shift. She was still mad at you but her anger with the blackmailer started to dull. They so easily manipulated you and pushed you into doing things. Whoever it was could wield control in ways she'd never witnessed before. She found her legs spreading and her fingers starting to explore between her thighs. It turned Ashley on as she read the emails and chat logs. It gave her goosebumps to see how it all unfolded and the blackmailer was able to manipulate you, her father, into pushing aside his morals and blackmailing his own daughter.

Ashley imagined a handsome older man in a suit at the club last night. He watched as she was tied by you to the cross again. In her head, you were crying and protesting, but this man, the blackmailer, he commanded you to bind her and then flog her. She saw you as weak and **** but this blackmailer had such strength and power. She pushed her back hard against the chair so she could feel the dull ache in the welts from the night before.

"Good," the blackmailer said to your father in her vision, "now take her down and put her on her hands and knees. You can watch as I fuck your daughter." It was when this fantasy entered her mind that Ashley knew she'd made her decision. She didn't respect you. You didn't fight back. But this person, who was now in her head shoving his cock down her throat while you watched - stroking your cock and crying - had such complete power. It was hot and sexy. It was really the blackmailer who showed her what she craved - to be owned and used. She wanted to be possessed by someone with that strength. She started to realize that what she thought was romantic love for you last night was nothing more than depraved lust. She wanted more of that in her life and, as she plunged two fingers in and out of her pussy, she felt she could get it by completely sacrificing her family and her future.

As she brought herself to a bodyshaking orgasm she made her decision.

"Option one," she typed into a chat message, "own me."

She massaged her throbbing clit as she waited for a response. She was both nervous and excited. In five minutes the blackmailer replied. "Very well, a car should be there in an hour. Don't bother getting dressed."

Ashley froze. She read the reply as cold and maybe even a little dismissive. She assumed the blackmailer truly wanted to possess her and would be excited about the decision. And don't bother getting dressed? Should she pack a bag? She typed those questions into the chat messenger but the response was simply "User currently unavailable. They'll receive your message when they're back online."

He must be on the way, she thought to herself and got busy packing a bag. As she packed she started to think about you and the last weeks. Having gotten two orgasms out of her system her thoughts were a bit clearer and the regret began to settle in. "What are you doing Ashley?" She asked herself as she packed away her sexiest underwear. By the time she filled a suitcase full of what she thought the blackmailer would consider the best items in her wardrobe, the tears started to fall again. She dragged the bag downstairs and peeked out the window. Her car sat in the driveway. She wondered if she was actually part of the problem. She didn't protest much when you started her down this path. She could have gone to the authorities, told her mom, heck, she could have told you before she knew you were in on it. And now she was going to give herself, her life and body, to some controlling stranger? What if he was a serial killer? What if he was fat and ugly? What if he had diseases? Ashley bit her lip trying to stop her sobbing. She was scared now and unsure of herself. She thought maybe she should make a run for it and either leave everything behind or go to the authorities to tell the truth. She sighs, no she knew she couldn't do the latter. It's bad now, but it would be worse for everyone if all of the videos and photos of her with you went public. She'd be ostracized and you'd still end up in jail. Her only real options were to run away or wait.