[FB4F] Maybe you shouldn't have sent a video of yourself barking! (Blackmail)

[FB4F] Maybe you shouldn't have sent a video of yourself barking! (Blackmail)

The noise of rain prattling against the window panel was somewhat soothing, just a bit of white noise, as you pressed your face into the pillow. Looking just a little flushed, as your feet swung about slowly. From tapping your butt with your toes to feeling the edge of the mattress, as you glanced at a notification that popped up.

_"... Want ..."_

A little mumble under a breath, followed by you just straightening your legs out - squeezing them tightly and burying your face into the pillows entirely. There was just a brief moment of silence, followed up by a careful smooch. Just very distinctly audible kisses, smooches - buried into a pillow, with nobody to hear and see about it.

Yet by the time you finally lifted the phone, you could not help but frown. None of the notifications were of what you were looking forward to, just some friends, some complete randoms ... a game you didn't look at for weeks ... Two confirmations on deliveries for next monday ...

Yet nothing about what you were _actually_ looking forward to, no matter how long you kept that picture open. Striped socks. Pink, white. Reaching up their thighs, just a little short of the hem of her skirt and squeezing just enough for a little 'dent' to show up.

Pink-White striped socks, navy blue skirt ... a white crop top exposing a smooth belly ...

_"... Wanna be my bitch and bark for me?"_

Just four words in the caption, fitting rather well into the picture. A slim black choker, glossy pink lips that were just _barely_ in the picture, topped off with just black curls wrapped around a finger, while the other hand hooked a collar over her middle finger.

_"i'LbBrk for u."_

You briefly read your own message. The one, the only text you sent - and without a single word back. Just silence, even with your face showing - _literally_ just thirsting over a thirst trap on your main account, even if not in public comments.

Worse though, ought to be the voice message you've sent. A gap of exactly seventeen minutes, delivered a good three and a half minutes ago ... Just a record of you _barking_ into the pillow, a monument of just the shameful urges you couldn't win against.

Yet, as "3 minutes ago" turnt to "4 minute ago", then five - six - eight - twenty - an hour ago ... All that was left was a feeling of disappointment, eyes just a bit heavy with exhaustion ... until you woke up, finding yourself just a little sore - a little stiff, as you ended up grimacing - realizing you fell asleep awkwardly and without a blanket ... with your phone just ahead of you.

Eyes half open, as you recalled yesterd—

_"What—"_

_'iLbBrk 00:21 \^-\^'_

One notification, a comment that popped up under a picture posted maybe a week or so ago. Friends and family, tagged - a total of 63 likes, seven comments - now eight.

Handle, Pinky.Promise.123, with somewhat familiar profile picture. Just someone wearing a white mask with kitty whiskers, cropping below their eyes, posing with a double peace sign in a white sweater.

Commented like ... an hour ago or so. A little further up, there were just a few comments of people you knew.

((Heads up, I am quite flexible on where this will lead us but the baseline is a blackmail setup!

Preferably her being a lesbian. But as I said I'm flexible on how this unfolds exactly, I'm a switch so I'm open for just about anything.

Let's chat a little about this setting, kinks, limits, just what to make of it in general.))