Blackmail

by Danielle13

 

The Beginning

As all of you know, just dressing is never enough. So as a TV, I would dress up to the best of my ability and head out. Most of my trips were just to ride in the car. I would head for a bar or someplace that I would feel safe but would "chicken out" when I got there.

After several years of this, I got up enough courage to go to a local park, at night, and finally got out of the car. I walked for ten minutes than returned to the safety of my car. Sitting in the car, shaking from the excitement and the thrill of what I had done, it was great!

With this first hurdle conquered, I would go at least once a week to the park and walk. I was so free, walking in my heels and dress, feeling every bit the woman I fantasized I was. I used every outfit that I owned.

After the first year, I wanted more! Much more! Again I would head to the bar, chicken out, than head to the park and walk. After several attempts, I went to the park first, walked than headed to the bar. When I arrived, I was much calmer, parked the car, and walked in. I went straight to the bar and in the most feminine voice I could muster, ordered a Vodka and tonic. After two drinks, I calmed down and looked around. No one was paying any attention to me. The bar advertised a show that had male entertainers that looked female. Thirty minutes and the show began. The "girls " were great ! I nursed the third drink the rest of the night, went home, and felt Fabulous !!

I now had two places to go Dressed, I started to dress more often, twice a week. Life was good and I could not have been feeling better. My dressing was getting expensive, but the feeling of freedom and femininity were worth it. The makeup was getting better as my experience grew. With practice my mannerisms were being honed to the feminine side and life was good.

Several months later, while at the bar, a man bought me a drink, this made me quite nervous, I was not sure how to handle it. Fortunately, he walked over and told me how great I looked, and wished more TV’s would come and see the show. That was the end of it.

Each time I went, if he was there, he would buy me a drink, not even talking, just send the drink over to my table. I also met several other TV’s during this time. Our friendship was at the bar and really talked about clothing, the entertainers and how great it was to have a place to go.

 

Life Changes

Six months later, I was at a table, the bar was quite full due to some new entertainer. A drink showed up, I looked around and sure enough, he raised his glass, I raised mine, end of story. Not quite. After the first show, He showed up at the table with two drinks in his hand and asked if he could sit due to the place being so crowded. I said, Sure. He talked about my outfit and how good it looked on me. He complemented me on how well I did my dressing and actions. I, unfortunately, was not paying attention to how much I was drinking. He asked what I did for a job and I answered vaguely.

At the end of the second show, I said it was time for me to go. He extended his hand and thanked me for the company. I tried to get up but as I stood, the room turned. I tried to shake the cobwebs out, without luck. The next thing I knew he was helping me out the door to my car. He opened the door and set me behind the wheel with a warning not to drive until I could see straighter. He started to walk away than returned. He suggested I was in no condition to drive and it was not safe to just sit there. He told me to slide over and he would drive me home. I moved over, that was the last I remembered.

I started waking slowly, feeling like I had way too much to drink. Nothing was working right. I couldn’t even move my arms. I sat up by pushing on my hands. I was partially dressed, blouse, bra , garter belt, stockings and my heels.

Idid not recognize the room I was in and realized my hands were tied behind my back. I was really scared ! The door to the room started to open and in walked the guy from the bar. He said good morning and asked how I was. I didn’t answer but gave him a very dirty look! He looked at me and said I should be more polite considering the position I was in He than said that he had decided to make me his "Woman". I shook my head NO thinking he was crazy. He had a smirk on his face and said I should slow down and listen to him, or else!

I spun my legs over the edge of the couch I was sitting on and was about to get up when he said to sit still Daniel. This took me back, he knew my name and he noticed my hesitation , laughed a little chuckle than pulled up a chair at the end of the couch. He told me to just listen! He was about to tell me how it was going to be from now on. He also commented that giving him dirty looks was not going to help my situation.

He got up went to the counter and came back with my wallet in his hand. I always kept it under the seat just in case I was ever stopped. He than proceded to tell me that he had all of my information and he even called where I worked to tell them that I was sick today. He knew where I lived and if I did not do as he said he would call everyone he could find and e-mail the pictures he took last night, and wouldn’t that be cute, trying to explain my actions and how I was dressed and what I had done last night. I told him I had done nothing last night except pass out. He reached into his pocket and took some paper out. He put them down so I could see them.

I was horrified and crushed. I said I did not remember Sucking him or doing anything like that, referring to the pictures. I went on that I was not gay, I liked women, not guys. He told me to be quiet. He said he had posed me for the pictures while I was out. Except for my eyes closed, no one could tell. I asked what he wanted? He said these were only samples of probably 100 shots he took last night. He said the ones where I was getting laid were even better. He inquired how my back end was feeling, It was sore all over, and I told him. Proceeding, he said it wasn’t only from the rape but also he had injected me with some hormones to calm me down for the future.

He explained what he wanted me to do, how often and when. He told me where I was going to dress and informed me that as he decided I would purchase clothing he wanted me to wear and where I would wear it. He also informed me that from now on I could consider myself his slave.

He grabbed me by my arm and put me face down on the coffee table He than tied my legs to the legs of the table and taped my mouth.

He said he was going to untie my hands and I was not to fight him or else!

He pulled my blouse off and retied my hands to the other end of the table. I knew what he was going to do, again! Taking off his pants, with a lear on his face, he got behind me, put something cold on my butt hole than inserted his dick . Slowly he pushed and the pain was to much. I must have passed out.

When I woke up I was on the bed. He was looking at me. It was dark out from what I could see through the window. I was tied again and still had the tape on my mouth. He had put my blouse back on

He said that he was going to release me and I should get dressed and go home. He would call me and also email me with instructions and a few more pictures. None of this needs to change my life as long as when I am with him I do as I am told, nothing in the rest of my life will change. I was NOT to dress unless I was with him or got his approval. He asked if I understood? I nodded yes. He untied my hands and legs ,than walked out. I moved quite slow and dressed. I left the room and went down to where he said my car was parked, found it and drove home.

 

To be continued..

 

 

 

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