FEMDOM HUMILIATION STORIES: Blackmail Fantasy Role Play, pt. 1

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Love hearing real femdom humiliation stories? Me too. And I like co-creating them even more.

I ALWAYS look forward to visiting with my real-life dominatrix friends for LOTS of reasons, one being that we inevitably end up swapping femdom humiliation stories. Next week one of my oldest (and most beautiful, AND most cruel) femdom galpals is cumming to stay for the weekend. I can’t wait to hear what she’s been up to lately!

She once (hilariously) teased me that I’m “all talk,” as she is an IRL domme who doles out punishments face-to-face. I know she enjoys my humiliation phone sex stories, though. We inspire each other. It takes a village, right? It does. Especially when it *~cums~* to humiliating all the limp-dicked perverts out there and reminding them of their (inferior, subservient) place.

Maybe I’ll regale her with a recent blackmail fantasy role play chat I had. Much to my delight, I received a late-night call from a longtime client in response to my last blog. This caller was titillated by the idea of a double domme session with Mistress Raven and myself. What a fantastic scenario to add to my femdom humiliation stories collection!

I’m always aroused when a client who usually spends time with me alone suggests a two-girl call for the first time. And that my caller was suggesting a femdom-style ménage à trois was an especially pleasant (and WELCUM) surprise.

What better double-teaming domination could Raven and I do than blackmailing him?

Our caller, who I’ll nickname “Frank” here, had been spending WAY too much time peeping out his window lately. And no, he hadn’t been rubbernecking traffic accidents or anything socially acceptable. He’d been transfixed, half-hidden behind blinds watching the underage girls in the neighborhood strut their teenage stuff. The unchecked lechery of it all had be-cum too much for Mistress Raven and me to endure any longer. Silence is complicity. And jerking off while high school girls walk past every day? Just downright unacceptable!

There was only one thing left for us to do: confront him when he least expected it.

Frank lived across the street from me, so I had a neighborly rapport with him. It wasn’t too unusual for me to invite him over in the afternoons for tea or a drink. After Raven showed up and we’d finished preparing our blackmail strategy/necessary “props,” I walked over to knock on his door. I waited until after the buses came home to drop off all those high school girls he’s obsessed with ogling just so I could catch him in the act one last time.

I made sure to dart over to his door IMMEDIATELY after he retreated from his peephole through the blinds. Of course, I was hoping I’d ruin his orgasm. He seemed out of breath and taken aback when he answered, his face flushed. Perfect. I’d caught him in the act. How long, how desperately would he deny it? It didn’t matter, his double domme “therapy” session that afternoon would be the same.

Although clearly flustered, he agreed to come over for a visit. Can you imagine his confusion when he saw Raven already sitting in my kitchen, poised to pounce on him with me in (our signature) perfect, sadistic unison?

“Sit down, Frank.” The austerity of Raven’s commanding voice is unparalleled. I smiled, pushing Frank down into his (hot) seat. Raven slid an extra booze-y drink across the table to him.

“Drink up,” I whispered in his ear. I could smell his fear growing.

“What’s going on?” he asked, which Raven and I responded to with hysterical, hyena-esque cackling. Once we stopped laughing, I told him the truth. “We’re on to your uncreative, inappropriate hobby of underage girl-watching, Frank.”

Much to our un-surprise, he spluttered out various excuses and increasingly panicked denials. Mistress Raven and I clicked our tongues and shook our heads between exchanging conspiratorial glances.

After we’d heard enough, we interrupted him with a loud, no-nonsense verdict at the same moment: “BULLSHIT.” And it was. And as we had to remind him: admitting you HAVE a problem is step ONE of recovery. But clearly, he needed some help even with the first step. How pitiful!

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

Can’t wait to hear the rest of this blackmail fantasy role play story? Want to hear more of my nasty, taboo femdom humiliation stories? Or better yet: are you ready to co-author (and co-star in) one of our very own? Perfect. I’m right here, waiting to remind you what perverts as you deserve!

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