I opened the fridge and the tiny light made the dark kitchen glow. I kept the lights off in my apartment to save money. Didn’t even put bulbs in them to avoid any accidental turn-ons.
I looked at the bare, almost empty shelves. 1 tin of half-eaten baked beans, a pits bread with a bite out of it and a jar of mayonnaise with two spoonfuls in it that were just the wrong side of “ok”.
I sighed and closed the door. I was starving but it was still ten days till payday. Not that it mattered. As soon as I got paid, practically all my money went right back out again. It had been that way for the last 18 months. Ever since I met Mistress Amanda.
She wasn’t always Mistress Amanda though. When I first met her she was just plain Amanda, the woman who lived three apartments down from me. It all changed the day she walked into my apartment and caught me dressed in woman’s clothing.
I had forgotten I had given her a spare key to take in any packages for me so when I called in sick to work on the day I wasn’t expecting a delivery it was the perfect storm and she caught me red-handed. In the 6 months, I had known her I had no idea she could be so vindictive or calculating but that day, I realized it BIG TIME and it changed my life forever.
I was posing in front of the large full-length mirror when I heard a loud cough. I turned and saw her standing there, cell phone in hand. I gulped and my blood ran cold.
“Amanda…er….I’m just…..Em……shit” I stammered.
“shit is right Davey boy”
she mocked, staring at me over the top of her dark red glasses. She was waving her cell phone at me and I could sense this wasn’t good.
“I’ve been videoing you AND taking pictures for the last couple of minutes. I’ve got tons of nice clear images of you. You got some nice moves on you Davey”
She had never called me Davey before and the way she was saying it filled me with trepidation.
She walked confidently towards me as I stood in front of the mirror, my heart pounding so fast it felt like it was about to explode. Iven always loved dressing up and always felt hot and sexy when dressed as a female but right now, at this moment, I’ve never felt so vulnerable and desperate to be dressed “normally”
“She looked at her phone, smirking. Her lips were pursed in a nice but horrible way. She didn’t look at me as she spoke next
“I have the details of all your friends and family Davey boy. Unless you want these pictures and video sent to them all as well as uploaded to my personal blog AND YouTube channel, you’re going to do exactly as I tell you. Do you want me to send them to your mum, your sister Josie, your brother Joe or put them online?”
“Oh god Amanda, no. Please don’t do that. I’m begging you”
“Then say it. Say, Amanda, you own me now”
“Amanda you own me now”
I stuttered with a mouth as dry as the Sahara. What on earth was she doing?
she said, patting my cheek
“I can see we’re going to get along like a house on fire. I’ll be in touch”.
And with that, she had left.
It took exactly three hours before she had to text me. I opened it warily, dreading what would be inside.
“Come to my apartment. Bring $50”.
Short, blunt, and missing the usual flirty nonsense we usually signed off with. I opened my wallet and took 2 20s and a ten.
I left my apartment and walked to her door. I took a deep breath and chapped the door. It was flung open almost immediately.
“Not bad but we’ll need to work on your timing. That was longer than ill be prepared to wait in future.”
She stepped to the side. “In” she commanded.
I stepped into her spacious apartment.
“Through there. Hurry up”
she ordered, pointing to the living room. I walked through and stood next to the large leather recliner.
She walked in behind me and stood in front of me.
“Did you bring it?”
“I really hope so for your sake”
“Yes I have it”
and I held out the money for her
“Did I say give it to me? I asked if you had it. You need to learn to listen”
“Yes I have it”
I repeated, keeping my hands by my side
“Good boy Davey. Learning. On your knees”
I stood shocked by her last words.
“What? What are you talking about?”
I blurted out
“What are you, thick? It’s not hard to understand Davey boy. On. Your. Knees”
she said and pointed to the ground at her feet
“Enough. I’m not doing that. I’m out of here”
and turned to walk out and go back to my own place.
came the voice from behind me “but I’m sure Joe will be VERY interested in this picture. That purple dress really matches the lipstick you had on. I’m sure that’ll make him feel better about seeing his brother dressed up as a woman”
I stopped and turned back to face her. She was holding her phone up.
“Do I send it or are you going to start being a good boy?”
She lifted her right hand and without a word pointed to the ground in front of her. I sighed, resigned to my fate. I walked over to her and slowly got to my knees. I looked up at her, fear obviously etched all over my face.
She stared down at me, her long dark hair hanging beside her face and her large breasts, covered in a way overly tight t-shirt, were prominent and made my cock twitch despite my predicament.
“Now hand me the money up and beg me to take it”
I looked at her bewildered, my head spinning
“Are you deaf AND stupid Davey? Beg me to take the $50”
I held it up
“Please Amanda, please take this $50 from me”
“You know what,”
“I don’t think I like my name from your mouth. From now on, its MISTRESS Amanda to you. Ask again”
she said as she crossed her arms and looked down at me
“Please Mistress Amanda. Please take this $50 from me”
She snatched it out of my hand and walked away.
“Good. You’re a fast learner. That should make this easier for you going forward”
I asked, confused.
“I don’t understand. I thought this was a one-time thing. I give you $50 and you give me the pictures and video”
She burst out laughing
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“Oh my god Davey you really ARE stupid! Why the hell would you think that? You’re going to be my little bitch from now on. This is only the beginning. Since you seem a little…..slow……let me make it nice and simple for you. I’m now blackmailing you and you will pay me whatever money I tell you to give me when I tell you to give it
. You will answer my texts within 2 minutes and answer my calls within 6 rings. Any slacking may well result in a picture getting sent to a random family member or work colleague”
“Oh god Mistress Amanda, please don’t”
“Well, the onus is on you Davey. Play ball and you’ll be fine. Disobey me and wonder who has seen the pictures. You can go now”
I rose from my knees and went to leave
“Oh, one more thing. Don’t think $50 is the most ill ask for. Pretty soon you’ll be living off practically nothing and all your wages will be sent to me.”
And she was as good as her word. Gradually she had increased the amount she demanded and squeezed every last cent from me. I had maxed my credit cards, taken out 2 loans and borrowed money from just about every family member. I bought her jewelry, paid for her takeaways, her gas, clothes, you name it, I was her human wallet. She demanded money and I gave it.
I’ve had to cancel my cable, sell my car and I can’t even afford the bus so I need to walk to work. It’s not even one job, I’ve had to take on a second job and still, she demands more and more. Two minutes after my wages clear she texts or calls and demands money be sent to her account. Every time my phone goes I drop everything to get to it terrified she will go all the way with her threats.
So here I stood, a broken, skint, starving man with no food, reduced to sitting in the dark to save electricity and living and working only to please my blackmailing neighbor. I sat at my kitchen table with my head in my hands.
Beep, Beep, Beep.
A text message. Just what I dreaded.
“$200 Davey. Mike is here and we want to go out clubbing. Be quick about it”
Mike was her boyfriend and I pretty much paid for their lifestyle and bought all the sexy underwear she wore for his enjoyment and paid for their expensive meals and nights out.
$200. Shit. I’ll need to cash a wage advancement cheque
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