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Can Blackmail be a therapeutic release? You will need to ask the person living moment to moment in fear of losing everything they love. All my life I’ve been the girl that people went to and confessed their darkest dreams and desires. I’ve told each one that their secrets are safe with me, but my little black book better never get in the wrong hands. Some have a lot to lose, and others, well, they deserve the pain.
“My name is Gypsy, and welcome to my office. If you would have a seat over on the couch, I’ll need to get a little information before we start. What brings you to see me today? I want you to know, everything to say is safe with me. So, don’t worry. I have your best interest in mind.”
He sat on the couch, hands in his lap as he tried to control the shaking. How do you tell someone what he felt inside? Maybe a drink would help. At this point, it couldn’t hurt.
“May I have something to drink. Whiskey if you have it,” he whispered.
Such a tiny voice for a big man. He would be far too easy to manipulate. I nodded before turning my back to make the drink. What he didn’t see was the crushed addition of two little blue pills. Viagra would loosen his tongue and the belt on his pants. Men like him are far too easy to control. Blackmail will prove to be fun on this one.
“Of course, you can. Drink up. A little something to warm those bones up,” I laughed. I meant loosen the tongue, but bones will work fine too. Poor thing looked so scared.
I handed over the drink, stopping to watch as he gulped down about a 1/4 of the glass. This would go better than expected if he was as nervous as the shaking in his hands. I reached down and took his free hand, placing it on the other side of the crystal goblet to steady him.
“Drink all you need. This is a free zone and nothing is sacred here. I promise to never judge you for anything you say or do,” I smiled.
His hands lowered along with his eyes. The glass now pressed against him groin to steady the fluid. “I need someone to take control of my life. I can’t control it any longer,” he whispered.
Bingo. I knew I made the right choice when I placed the Viagra in the drink. Soon, he will be under my thumb and crying for release. Of course, he will have to pay a hefty price to feel any lightness in his balls. I might have a good heart, but my rates will change his perspective of this whole appointment.
He twitched in his seat after finishing the drink. I knew that he was on fire. It amused me more than it should, but then again, he is the one who came to me.
“Ma’am, I have to problem. I have to stroke my cock before I explode,” he begged.
A simple nod of my head gave him the approval he sought. Watching his cock slip from him pants and his hand feverishly stroke, it began. I asked all the questions that would destroy this man if he didn’t do as I said. Things that no wife or family would ever want to hear, I know knew about. Believe me when I say this, I remember everything told to me.
As he screamed out the name and numbers to everything I wanted to know, he shot in the air and covered his face with his own cum. Not a bad first start to this new relationship. He’s to visit weekly now, and before he left, I whispered one finally thing.
“I own you!
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