It all started off innocently enough. After a busy week for my wife and I we were planning an evening of intimate us time, something we only got once a month. Babysitter was booked, reservations at a good restaurant and some spare time at work on the Friday afternoon leading up to it.
I was so excited that I checked out some xxx websites to whet my whistle so to speak. I started out with some tame ones then followed some curious looking links that led me to a website where men were dominated by their women -- feminized and fucked. Out of curiosity I watched a couple of videos which had very hot looking women in charge and then read a story or two.
I am a 40 year old, very straight man, named Shaun, with a wife and three children. Our sex life has diminished over the years, but has always been "normal". My wife Emma is very traditional in the bedroom and thinks that kinkier things than the missionary position are for sexual deviants. I accepted that because she was a very hot blonde and we had a lot in common. At 5 pm I left the office feeling rather horny and excited that it was Friday.
The weekend went well -- we had a great tasting dinner and followed it up with good sex. We both climaxed for the first time in 3 weeks. Thats how busy we had been and how tired it kept us feeling. Running the children to sporting events, band rehearsals etc. Because of that, our dinner conversation kept drifting back to the hum-drumness of our life -- kids, things that needed doing, upcoming events etc. If I had not already been horny, I would not have become very much so. Monday morning came as usual -- we got up, I headed to the office and my wife dealt with the kids and headed to her job.
My secretary Denise was dressed very hot, as usual -- she is a 30 year old, petite brunette with straight, shoulder length hair, ample cleavage and a face that could launch a 1000 ships. I had been overjoyed when I hired her 6 months ago to replace my secretary of 10 years (who had been hitting on me enough that my wife knew). She was wearing a white blouse with a black pleated skirt, black stockings and heals. Her makeup was light enough but accented her features well -- bright red lipstick and some pink blush. Her hands and fingers are always a turn on -- wicked looking fingers with red nail polish her on pointy nails.
As I greeted Denise, her smile seemed a little naughty and caused a rise in my member. We exchanged pleasantries about our weekends, then I entered my office to begin work. Thats when things changed.
With my new emails was one titled "I Know What You Did Last Friday". What was this about? My heart leapt into my throat. I hesitated with anxiety, then I opened it. It read as follows: "After your video chat with your clients, the last one of the day, where you were screen sharing expected results with them, you left it on. All afternoon..." Fear seized me. Holy shit. Who saw the websites I went to? What if my wife found out? Thoughts of divorce, alimony and child support payments and selling my car flooded my brain.
I looked at the email address, it was "naughty" something at something.com. I looked carefully in my inbox for another message from this person, hoping to find a quick fix. None. I called my secretary and asked her to hold all my phone calls. She replied "sure" in a rather cheery voice.
I looked at my actual work emails and tried to bury myself in getting stuff done, hoping to get another email from the mystery person, hoping that there really was no evidence. Then at 10:59 am I got another email from the same sender. The message was simple: "Part I". I clicked on the attachment and found that it was a video screen capture that covered the "normal" porn websites I went to. I relived what I saw Friday afternoon. I began to be petrified.
At 11:59 am I received another, it only said "Part II". Sure enough it was a recording of the next set of "kinkier" websites I went to. Every detail of my screen captured, including my inbox as I checked some messages as they rolled in on Friday afternoon. My name was there. It was clear that it was my computer that had done the "porn surfing". This was bad but I hoped that this was the last of what they recorded.
Denise popped in the doorway, leaning on the frame more seductively than I thought she should, and with a smile on her perfect lips asked where I was going to eat lunch, in case my boss needed me. I told her that I did not feel hungry and would stay in the office for lunch. "You feeling sick or something?" She queried. I replied yes and then as she left for her lunch said "Suit yourself, I hope you get over it soon".
This was not something I was going to get over soon. I started to think and planned over the next hour how much it would cost me to have the video evidence made gone, and where the money would come from. I would have to finance it in such a way that my wife would not find out. If she did, that would be bad. Very bad.
As 12:59 approached, I became more and more nervous. I was expected the next email and anticipated it would have the most "deviant" of the porn I visited in it. Sure enough an email arrived and said "Part III". Even though I was waiting for it, it still hit me hard. Who was this person and would my money be enough?
On que at 1:59 I received another email. No attachment. It read "So now that you see I am telling the truth, are we going to work out a deal, or does this go to your boss and your wife? No reply in 10 minutes I will take as meaning no and will begin forwarding the videos." I replied right away and asked how much they wanted. I then waited and waited. I did not want to get any work done. It did not matter.
No reply came till 2:59. It said that something was couriered to my office this afternoon, I was to retrieve the box, not open it and come back to my computer. I opened my office door and leaned towards Denise. "Did any packages come for me?" I asked quietly and hesitantly. Denise smiled her usual pert smile as she took her time answering, then she said yes one did. She got out of her chair, walked around her desk and slowly bent over to pick it up. She looked so hot, I found myself staring at her perfect legs, more than I should have.
As she handed me the small box my gaze turned from her luscious lips to her perfect fingers. Her skin so white, her nails so shapely and nice and red. "It just arrived 5 minutes ago" she said. She stood there looking directly at me after I took it. I saw on the label it came from one of our usual couriers, no return address on it. I thanked her and told her I was not to be disturbed. I then closed my office door and returned to my computer.
There was an email waiting for me. "Join me in this chat under your own name". I clicked the link. One of my usual work chat windows opened up and I was in a room with one other person. Their name was "Naughty".
"Now you do want to make a deal, yes?" Naughty asked.
"Yes, how much do you want" I replied.
"I don't want your money. You will have to do exactly as I say or the chat ends and I begin forwarding emails, got it?"
I hesitated, then typed "Yes." No money? What did this person want then? What was more valuable than money?
