Working as a "french maid" for a man in his seventies seemed like a perfectly simple summer job, and it came with a room at the beach house. Little did I know about his much younger wife who considered herself an equestrian and also has uses for the maid.
When my mother's wealthy friend invited me to be a part of her husband's sixtieth birthday, I thought little of it assuming my family were all invited. I was a little confused as I entered the empty house, dressed to land one of these super rich young men and Mrs Harris asked me to come upstairs with her. I asked about the party and she dismissed it, "you are early."
Once in the room she closed the door and with the assistance of a young man servant took off my dress, bound my arms and legs, blindfolded me, and left me alone on the bed that smelled of lavender reminding me of my grandmother.
My sister's boyfriend stood little chance as my raincoat lay heaped by the door and I walked submissively to him sitting in his living room and knelt between his over confident man spread legs.
Sitting in the corner office overlooking Boston, I had made it. Partner in a great firm, husband, two kids, church member, pillar of society, I was living the American dream, until that email came in.
"Hi slut,
Remember that grad student and how you helped him with a project? The "sexual shoot" I called it. Well I think an intro to my full release should trigger some memories, and wet thighs if you are the same Heather, and I am pretty sure, horror from any your partners and civil organizations. Remember you three had only started when I snapped this one.
"I wanted it as much as he did. I mean I will never tell anyone else that but I did kinda get off on it." the strikingly well dressed woman who appeared to be in her mid thirties as she shockingly pulled out a cigarette and lit it in the lawyers office. The lawyer discretely closed the blinds from office workers, but let the woman smoke, a horrifying habit to most these days.
"I mean look. I have to act like I was forced, tricked, photoshopped?." she says desperately, looking back a the picture on the desk her expression softens, her gaze now on the attorney standing intimately close to her.
The next email was a bit more revealing, that is me revealing panties under my dek with my fingers as I remember laying on his lap as he snapped pictures. This was the sweetest blackmail I had ever had.
"You were so young and beautiful." his email read and I put my foot up on my desk and leaned back looking a the photo.
I responded,. " having masturbated in my office in years. Keep sending..."
The next email came quickly as I was nearing orgasm, unconcerned my door was unlocked and my assistant was just outside. I fumbled with the mouse but opened it.
"Oh god." I groaned out loud pushing myself back with my feet on the desk with my monitor between them on the desk. It was Jim, a friend's boyfriend at college who I dragged to the photo shoot thinking he was cute.How I had teased him until I saw he was as more ready for me than his girlfriend who complained he was boring in bed. I used him that day every way we could imagine, all captured on film for posterity.. And how hot these pictures were I did not care who saw them or who walked in on me masturbating to pictures of a younger me, in a real life fantasy.
I mean come on, one of the perks of being a trophy wife are the children. I have many friends who's step daughters get them drugs. For me, my step son is as horny as I am so why shouldn't we? I am not getting pregnant and he is not telling the man who pays his allowance.
I knew this photo, closing my eyes and enjoying my fingers instinctively remembering when the photos would take a darker turn in teh latest email from my blackmailer.
The photo shoot took a turn later on showing what I was willing to accept, endure in the name of erotic art and clear pleasure on my part.
I had never done anything remotely like this. He was so hot though and I wanted him again. The first time had been rushed but so good behind the golf cart shed at the club. Now however, he was taking it up not just a notch but a full turn of the stove burner.
I stripped slowly, nervously as he watched from across the room. I had come to the hotel as he had asked. I wore a dress and sandals in anticipation of another, more mature afternoon, than him drunkenly taking me in the bushes like a teen.
I put on the lingerie he had laid out on the couch of the suite. I stood and looked at him as he took me in visually. I could almost feel his eyes roaming over my younger body. Then I noticed the rope in his hands.
Immaculately dressed he stood in shoes that probably cost more than my rent. He smiled sympathetically. I was not sure if it was because he knew what he was doing to do to me, or that I was willing to let him do this too me willingly.
He made a loop in the rope now standing in front of me and I put my small hands through it and watched him wind the coarse nylon rope around my wrists. I was not tied with a knot but as he pulled the two ends of the rope it tightened around my thin arms and I followed him into the other room.