A True Story.

NSFW, Contains kinky stuff and possibly triggers.

So, many years ago, I was a regular user of Mirc chat, and this would have probably been on somewhere like #humiliateasub.

I was talking, and someone came and went and came back again, and we started chatting and chatted some more and eventually she sent me a photo of her, clothed, sunglasses, and hat.
We caught up more often and over time we got into some light directional play, but this remained the only photo (which was fine). Until one night she messaged me when she was drunk and she ended up sending me several photos, the most revealing being her in her wedding lingerie.
This created the necessity to discuss her drunken show and what might become of those photos.
Worth noting at this point, I had established she was in her late 40, a well paid carer woman with a grown up son. She was also pretty vanilla and her chatting into these spaces in the same manner most older women who didn't misbehave in their youth do when gravity and time starts to pull on the body and the attention of other cocks starts to wane.
She had cheated on her husband once (a holiday fling) but was mostly just interested in adding some spice to a dead bedroom.
So, I was very surprised when she asked me how much I had worked out off the back of the photos.
The truth was this was before reverse searching became good, but other avenues still remained, and I had worked out a good amount.
She was understandably taken aback, but didn't ask me to delete anything, instead asked me to outline the worst thing I could do with the info and pics.
This was to grow a CNC scenario based around those details / images until the only option for their deletion was to meet and submit for a weekend.
She was an intelligent woman with much to loose, so I expected her to laugh this off, but to my surprise, she agreed, as long as it was done slowly and the ultimate trap was inescapable.
I did nothing for several weeks, just collecting in the background and watching and listening.
I then demanded more lingerie pics, which I got, three moths later, she was topless, 6-7 months later she was naked in pics for me.
She had never taken a BJ picture, but her dildo would do. Body writing, her spread legs, insertions all followed.
Eventually, the dam burst just over a year later when she refused to show me anything in her ass, she had never had anything in there.
My card was the worst pictures to her boss and husbands boss.
She ran through all the emotions but realized I had her, the photos and the info was too much to show.
A contract was written (true!) and we arranged to meet in a hotel in a city mid distance between us.
It stipulated that basically she would accept her use and abuse, which there was to be no photos taken of, without complaint or comeback, as long as i deleted everything and never tried to contact her or anyone around her ever again.
TBC...