BITB08 camera off the table SheBITB08 camera off the table She   BLACKMAILED INTO BONDAGE by
Zebulon This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong,
non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.
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Carolena led Penny to a very masculine, wood-paneled den with a deep pile rug, plush furniture, and
lots of books. Randall was standing in front of a large picture window looking out over the wooded
estate. He was holding a cup. He heard them enter but didn't turn for a long while. He took several
sips of coffee with long pauses between sips. He seemed quite reflective. Actually, he was eager to
get on with things, but strategy dictated a calm and studied lack of haste. Eventually, he set the
cup down on a nearby table and turned. Penny was standing just inside the doorway. Carolena had
left. Randall walked to a spot near the middle of the room and pointed down. "Stand here." He
turned, walked slowly to a large chair, turned again, and sat. Penny was standing where he had
directed. "Nice dress." "Thank you." "No, I didn't ask you anything, I was just commenting." Speak
only when directed to. She stared at him. "Nice dress," he repeated. Then after a long pause, "Take
it off." Penny should have been prepared for this, but wasn't. She opened her mouth and started to
object, then froze. Randall was studying her with a neutral expression. She bit her lower lip.
Reaching up behind herself she undid the clasp. She grabbed the fabric with one hand and pushed the
zipper as far down as it would go with the other. Then she brought her hand around and pulled the
zipper down the rest of the way. Pulling the dress off she stepped out of it. Hearing no directions
she stood there holding it in front of her. He pointed to a small table. She lay the dress across
the table and returned to her spot. 'This is crazy, crazy, crazy,' she was thinking. It was like
being caught in a weird nightmare. She was standing half undressed in a strange house in front of
one of her students who was ordering her around. She had no idea how to make it stop. If she didn't
follow his orders she would be caught in an even weirder nightmare the very thought of which made
her blood freeze. For a long time Randall just studied her. She was wearing a frilly pink bra and
matching panties. She was also wearing pantyhose and of course the heels. The only jewelry she had
on was a modest string of pearls. "Lose the pantyhose, but not the shoes." Penny stepped out of her
heels, slowly and carefully removed the hose, and then stepped back into the shoes. She walked over
to the table and lay the pantyhose next to the dress. Then she returned to her spot again. She
looked miserable. Randall really liked her legs. They looked as great as he'd remembered from the
pool. He stood up and removed a rose from a nearby vase. He walked up to her and held it in front
of her mouth. "Open." She did. He placed the stem across her teeth. "Close." Then he walked back
and picked up a camera off of the table. She hadn't noticed it before. "Smile." 'A camera?!' She
smiled a sickly smile. "No, smile." She did a little better, but not much. Click. She trembled at
the sound of the shutter. "Obviously, we're going to have to do more to help you get in the mood."
He walked around behind her. She still wore the rose in her teeth. He stood there for long moments,
looking at her from the rear. "Hold still." He unhooked the bra and pushed the straps off of her
shoulders. She flinched and pressed her arms tightly against her sides to hold the bra in place,
but otherwise didn't resist. Randall walked around and hooked the bra with one finger, right in the
middle. He pulled it forward and down until it slid along her arms and off. He tossed it lightly to
the side. Penny's breasts were large and well formed. They stood just in the middle of her chest,
neither high nor low. They showed not the slightest trace of sagging. There were little freckles
and tiny dark nipples. Randall reached up and tweaked one of the little buds. Immediately the skin
of the areola surrounding it tightened and she felt a tremendous sexual rush. He was surprised by
the quickness and intensity of the response. She wasn't. She had always been extremely responsive
to sexual stimuli. As a young teenager she had been secretly afraid she was some kind of
nymphomaniac. For a long time she felt it might be a punishment from God. But she was never as
religious as her parents and outgrew that feeling years before. She had gone to college and learned
that her feelings and bodily responses were natural if a little extreme. But still she was careful
not to give in to her desires, and had never been sexually active. She had always been a 'good'
girl. Yet here she was. Perhaps it was a judgement from God, after all. Randall looked down, the
front of her panties already showed a little damp spot. He touched the spot with his finger and
said, "My, my." He looked into her face. She stared pathetically back, breathing heavily through
her nose and around the stem of the rose. He returned to his chair and picked up the camera. "Now
smile like you meant it." It really was a much better smile. A smile mixed with sexual heat. Click,
Click, Click. "O.K. lose the rose." She walked over to set it next to her dress and hose. When she
turned back he was standing in front of her spot. She walked over and stood facing him. She gazed
straight ahead and tried to look through him. He waited a moment then reached out with one hand the
slipped a finger between her belly and the elastic band of her panties. Watching her expression he
slid his finger slowly and sensuously from side to side under the elastic band. He let the back of
his finger rub lightly against her skin. Her face betrayed the passions she was feeling. He looked
down and her damp spot had grown considerably. A very unusual and powerful reaction. Especially
considering the circumstances. He got down on one knee until his face was directly in front of her
crotch. Her legs were pressed closely together. He grabbed an ankle and, pulling it to the side,
positioned her feet about shoulder width apart. Then he reached up with both hands and pulled the
sides of her panties down until they were hugging her upper thighs. The tangle of pubic hair
matched her glorious locks perfectly. The crotch of the panties was still pressed up against the
bottom of her pussy. The rest of the panty was hanging down like a wilted flower. He stood up and
stepped around behind her to admire her ass. She didn't move but almost lost bladder control. She
felt him touch the back of the neck with a single finger. Slowly his finger ran down her spine,
continued through the crack of her ass, and came to rest between the heavenly warmth of her flesh
and the damp cloth below. She was trying not to think about what was happening, but her responses
gave her away. Randall listened to the sound of her breathing. It was another most impressive
betrayal of how quickly and powerfully she had become aroused. He wiggled his finger gently. Within
seconds it was thoroughly soaked. He brought it up and sniffed. What a great smell! He pushed his
finger back against her wet flesh and collected more of her juices. Sliding his finger back up her
ass he stopped when the tip was just against her quivering anus. He could not only see but feel her
trembling. Gently he pushed his slick finger into her tender hole. She started to moan. He could
feel the ring of flesh pressing tightly against him. He reached around with his other hand and felt
her breast. The nipple was rock hard. He squeezed it to intensify her reaction and slid his finger
a couple of inches in and then back out of her anus. She hissed through clenched teeth. Randall
continued the intrusive pushing and pulling action and let his other hand slide down across her
breast, past her belly, until his fingers were resting above her clitoris. He reached in and
massaged the little nub. She was trembling vigorously and came so quickly it surprised him. He
could feel her convulsions through the finger in her ass. He withdrew his fingers and left her
there gasping for breath and twitching. He picked up the camera again. Click, Click, Click, Click,
Click.

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 "The panties." Tears of humiliation, sorrow, and lust, were coursing down her face. She
pulled the panties the rest of the way off and tossed them toward the table with her dress and
hose. It was almost an act of defiance. She missed and the panties fell with a moist squish near
the table leg. She was now facing him in only pearls and high heels. Being forced to come like that
was the single most mortifying moment of her life. She couldn't even imagine what he was going to
do with the pictures, but that seemed almost insignificant compared to everything else that was
happening to her. He continued taking pictures until she caught her breath. "Lose the pearls." She
did. He put the camera back on the table, sat down and pointed at the floor in front of his feet.
She walked over and stood before him. "On your knees." She lowered herself to her knees. Her arms
hung limply at her sides. He opened a drawer and removed a collar with rings set into it. It looked
just like those worn by the other women. He held it so that she could see the inscription on the
side. "Penny." She swallowed. He opened the collar and held it in front of her. He waited. She
looked into his eyes. Then she leaned forward and placed her neck into the leather band. He
fastened it. Penny heard it click shut. He pulled out wrist and ankle restraints and made her put
them on herself. When the last restraint was in place he tested them for fit and pointed back at
his feet. She got back on her knees facing him again. "How often do you masturbate, Penny?" The
question shocked and embarrassed her. This must be a judgement from God. And through her emotional
turmoil and confusion she was aware that he had called her Penny. He had always called her Miss
Taylor. He had never called her Penny before. She shook her head as if in confusion. He slapped her
across the face. Not too hard, but not too gently either. She was shocked. "You will answer my
questions immediately and truthfully. How often?" She answered with a wide-eyed stare, "Almost
every night." He sensed a deception. "How often?" She looked into his eyes. How had he known? "With
a quaver in her voice she said, "Usually two or three times a night." Somehow Randall wasn't
surprised. She sounded not just embarrassed but guilty. He remembered some items in her computer
file and decided to take a little chance. He said, "Yes, I am God." He was pleased with the
profound look of disquiet this statement produced. "At least, the only god you need to worry
about." She swallowed again and started to tremble. "You're still horny now, aren't you." She
flushed. "Yes," she answered in a very small voice. "What?" "Yes," she said louder. "Show me how
you masturbate." She flushed even redder but brought her right hand up to her crotch while still on
her knees. With her index and ring fingers she spread the large lips and then inserting her middle
finger between them began to stroke her clit. Up and down, then side to side, then up and down
again. She was going to come again if she kept that up. Randall leaned forward and studied her hand
position. Then he picked up his camera and stood. He walked in a slow circle around her. Click,
Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click, Click. He got a series of really impressive shots as she
came for the second time. At the moment of climax she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and tried to
ignore the sound of the camera. She was aware that he was sitting in front of her again. He was
still staring intently at her hand as she tapered off from her climax. Nervously she dropped her
hand to her side. "Put it back." She did. He reached over and showed her a different way to finger
herself. "Try that." He held his hand up mimicking her own and showed her how to move her fingers.
She looked at him in some confusion. What the hell was this about? She started doing it his way.
Within a few moments was feeling an erotic rush like she had never experience before. Her mouth
dropped open and she stared up into his face as she continued beating off. It was a trick he had
learned from Alexia. "You like that, huh?" She half nodded as she continued to finger herself.
"O.K., that's enough for now." She didn't seem to hear him. Her fingers were accelerating as she
got the hang of the new technique. He smiled. This was exactly the kind of thing he needed to
enforce discipline. With a tremendous swipe of his hand he slapped hers away from her pussy. "I
said, that's enough for now." His tone was angry. He reached over and hooked one of her collar
rings with his finger. drawing her face close to his own he said, "You will take your pleasure only
at my pleasure. Do you understand that perfectly?" "Y . . . yes." "You will call me Master unless
strangers are around. Do you understand that as well? "Yes, . . . Master." He continued to hold her
ring and look penetratingly into her eyes for a long time. Only when he could feel her trembling
and see the tears pooling did he turn her loose. He sat back. She looked terribly shaken. He was
considering what he had learned from Master Eugene. Did he want to have sex with her now or develop
a greater sense of control first. The Master, who was watching all this from a monitor in another
room was wondering the same thing. What would young Randall do now? He reached into another drawer
and withdrew a complex assemblage of chains and straps. 'Humph,' thought Master Eugene. Looking
into her eyes and toying with a dildo that seemed to be part of the apparatus, Randall said, "You
really enjoy receiving pleasure. How are you at giving it?" Penny looked confused, "I don't know .
. . Master." "You've never had sex with anyone else?" "No, Master." "Not even sex play with a
girlfriend?" "No, Master." Her reactions made it clear she hadn't. "Stand up." She stood. "Turn
around." She turned. She heard some jingling behind her. He grabbed her right hand and pulled it up
behind her so that her palm was facing the ceiling and her thumb was near her left shoulder. It was
a judo hold and made her joints ache. She found herself standing on tip toe in her high heels. He
clicked something on to her wrist restraint and then clipped it to the back of her collar. She felt
him release her hand but the wrist stayed high on her back. Within seconds he had shackled her
other wrist up against the other shoulder. He wrapped some kind of strap around her forearms where
they crossed to bind them together. "Turn around." She turned again. Her breasts were pointing even
higher toward him. He grabbed one nipple firmly with each hand and squeezed. There was something
about the way he squeezed. She almost came in response. He leaned over and kissed her. She kissed
back. "You're a slutty little tart, aren't you? "W. . . what?" There was a long pause while he eyed
her with disapproval. "Master." "Better. . . . I said, you're a slutty little tart, aren't you? "I
don't think so, Master." She expected to get slapped, but he demanded obedience and to her that
meant telling the truth. "You don't, huh?" "No, Master." "But you do play with yourself several
times every day, don't you?" " . . .Yes, Master." "And you have sexual fantasies all the time,
don't you?" It wasn't a difficult guess. She dropped her eyes. ". . .Yes, Master." "And you just
kissed me despite this whole situation, didn't you?" "Yes, Master." "Then you are a slutty little
tart, aren't you?" "Y . . . yes, Master." "Say it." "I'm a slutty little tart, Master." She said
it. And what's more, she believed it. "O.K., then let's see if you can give as good as you get." He
released her nipples and reached over for what looked like a dildo with straps attached. It was
built a little like a sword with a hand guard. There was a big dildo on one end and a smaller one
on the other side. The straps were all attached to the hand guard. "Open your mouth." He pushed the
smaller dildo into her mouth until the flat hand guard was against her lips. It filled her mouth.
She could see the long flesh colored probe shooting out before her face. It was very realistic
looking. He pulled the connecting straps around her head and tightened them. The contraption wasn't
going anywhere. "All right," he said, "come with me." And with that he turned and headed out the
door. * * * * * End of Part 8 * * * * * BLACKMAILED INTO BONDAGE by Zebulon This story may be
reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being
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