This is the first of many stories I’m going to relate to you guys. Anything in this category is based on real life situations that have been told to me by various clients through the years. Since I receive a lot of feedback about you nasty boys jerking to my articles I thought you might like to hear some real bedtime stories. (Names changed of course) This one was promised for Paulee, sweet dreams…
Mark was a client of mine who came to me looking for blackmail. Now if you’ve read my articles you know that I love blackmail. What I want you to take from this is the feeling of what he went through, not so much the actions of what I did.
Mark is a crossdressing sissy whose wife doesn’™t have a clue about his kinks. He decided financial domination would be fun and asked me to blackmail him. We chatted for some time on several occasions, me making notes the entire time. I had him do a few simple photo assignments. Nothing major or out of the ordinary, the usual playing dress-up with various toys and messages written to me in lipstick on his chest, you know the ‘usual’.
During our conversations he had told me his wife’s name and what she did for a living. He also told me other info about where he lived. Nothing specific just city and state, but this afforded me the ability to locate his wife’s work and lucky for me she worked in the health industry, physiotherapist to be exact. Didn’t take long to track her down.
I decided that for him to really feel the sting and enjoy that combination of eroticism and fear he needed to hear from me through his wife. So I called her at work. She worked in a large facility which was perfect because I knew she’d be busy as hell. I called and asked for her and told her I was Dr. Sue and that I had heard of her reputation for being an amazing therapist. I said that I wanted to talk to her about some freelance work when she had the time. She told me she couldn’t talk there, as I figured. I gave her a fictitious phone number and told her to call me the next day.
Now why did I do that? Simple, I know she’s going to go home and over dinner say, ‘hey I got a call from this Dr. Sue who wants me to freelance on the side.’ But in the meantime, just so that he had something to stew over, I had emailed him and gave him the name and phone number of her work just to let him know I had the information since he hadn’t given it to me. That caught his attention and yes she did go home and tell him, just as I figured.
I got a frantic email saying he couldn’t take it. He was scared shitless. He wanted out. He didn’t like this at all it was too scary. I told him to wait a couple of days before he made any rash decisions and let the fear subside and see what happens. Sure enough the eroticism of what happened kicked in along with the couple of beers he said he needed. He said he was so turned on it was crazy. Did he still buy his way out? Yes. But he did eventually come back and still does from time to time. You guys always do 😉
Moral of the story: Never call Dr. Sue’s bluff.
Oh yeah and he reads The Review so HI MARK!