Paypig Seduction: A Findom Tale
Copyright© 2024 by Totzman
Chapter 3
“Rise and shine, maggots! It is now 0400 hours! Let me see those bright and smiling faces!”
The privates of Barracks D immediately scrambled out of their bunks and began changing into their fatigues. Their beds made and their uniforms on, each of the soldiers-in-training lined up in perfect formation for the sergeant’s inspection.
“WHAT in the name of Holy Jesus took you dented chromosomes so god damn long? My grandmother makes her bed faster than you and she’s 86 years old and has one leg!”
Sergeant Merrit J. Kearns stared down the nearest private standing at attention.
“Private Smaltz! Are you trying to tell me that bunk behind you is suitably made to the best of your ability?”
Private Smaltz turned around to look at the bed behind him.
“Don’t look at the bed, you look at me, private! You made it, you should know what it looks like!”
“Sir, it should be, sir!”
“Private Smaltz, turn around and take a second look! I’m afraid your eyeballs may not be fully functional!”
Wary of turning his back on the sergeant, Private Smaltz hesitantly looked behind him, and spotted what the sergeant did- a wrinkle in his bedspread.
“Sir, I must have missed that, sir!”
“How the hell did you avoid a coat hanger for nine months? Drop down and give me fifty, private, and then make that sorry sight of a sleeping sack again!”
“Sir, yes, sir!” Private Smaltz was immediately on the floor, fulfilling the push-up request ordered of him.
“Now! Who was in charge of cleaning the head last night?”
“Sir, I was, sir!” Private Holcomb said.
“Take a walk with me, private! I have a very important question to ask you!”
Private Holcomb followed the sergeant to the latrine.
“Private Holcomb, do I see a drop of piss on the floor of my latrine?”
Private Holcomb examined the restroom floor, and spotted what the sergeant saw: a single drop of liquid on the tile below.
“Sir, it might be, sir!”
“It might be? Get in there close, Private Holcomb, get a good whiff! Tell me with absolute certainty what that liquid is on my latrine floor!”
The private got on his hands and knees, and placing his nose close to the droplet, took a sniff.
“Sir, it’s piss, sir!”
“Were you, or were you not responsible for cleaning this latrine yesterday at 2100 hours?”
“Sir, I was, sir!”
“Well it looks like you didn’t do a very good job, did you private?”
“Sir, I did not, sir!”
“Private Holcomb, while the other recruits are at breakfast, you’ll be giving this latrine a second, and if necessary, a third cleaning, until my floor is spotless! Do you understand me?”
“Sir, yes, sir!”
“You know where the mop is! Get to cleaning! Move, move, move!”
Private Holcomb sprinted from the latrine, and the sergeant returned to the sleeping quarters. As he stepped inside, an announcement came over the barracks loudspeaker.
“Sergeant Kearns, you have a phone call on line two, repeat, Sergeant Kearns, phone call, line two,” the base operator said.
“The rest of you maggots get to breakfast! You will be in the company area for PT at 0500 hours!”
The recruits wasted no time making their way to the mess hall. The sergeant retreated to his office and shut the door. Grabbing his office phone, he pressed the two button and held the receiver to his ear.
“This is Sergeant Kearns,” he greeted.
“Bad news, sergeant. Your bid was the lowest,” she said.
Panic came over the sergeant’s face.
“Mistress Nadine...”
“The one and only,” she said sweetly. “Surprised to hear from me?”
The sergeant had to sit down.
“Mistress, let me make another tribute ... you, you CAN’T...”
“You know the rules, Sergeant Sissy! You signed the contract just like the others did! Oh, I wonder what Captain Bennett will say when he sees what his decorated sergeant wears underneath his uniform trousers? Hmm, do you think the recruits of the 107th will EVER respect a man once they’ve seen his pretty pink panties around his little tushie?”
His body shaking, the sergeant lowered his voice.
“Mistress! Please! Let me make it up to you! I’ll send you another tribute! Double from before!”
“Do better,” Nadine demanded.
“Triple!” the sergeant offered! “Please mistress! You CAN’T out me here! This career is my life!”
Nadine giggled.
“I love that,” she hummed cheerfully. “Your career, your whole LIFE, right here in the palm of my pretty little hand! It makes a girl giddy, you know?”
“Tell me what you want, tell me what you want, tell me what you want!” the sergeant pleaded, nearly on his knees.
“Triple. You have sixty seconds.”
Frantically, the sergeant unlocked his laptop and opened up phonephantasy.com, and logged into his account. He sent Mistress Nadine the tribute she requested and closed the browser as quickly as he’d opened it.
“Are we square, mistress?”
“Oh I don’t know, it’s just money,” she said in a humdrum tone. “I was really looking forward to exposing you! You want to deprive me of my entertainment?”
“Please, I’ll do ANYTHING!”
“Hmm, how about a song and dance? It’s been too long.”
Holding back tears, the sergeant nodded. After closing the blinds on his office windows, he opened up the bottom drawer of his desk. He removed a blonde wig and placed it carefully upon his shaved head, checking his reflection in his office mirror until it was adjusted perfectly. He grabbed a tube of lipstick from his desk, and coated his lips with a sexy red coat until they glowed. Now in costume, he made a cam call to Mistress Nadine.
“Oh you look ADORABLE, sergeant!” she said, watching him on her screen. “I don’t know why you don’t wear that around the base! The troops would just LOVE it!”
The sergeant blushed.
“I’m ready, mistress,” he said quietly.
“Go ahead,” she urged.
Sergeant Kearns took a breath, and spread his arms wide like an eagle.
“I feel pretty! Oh so pretty! I feel pretty and witty and bright!” he sang.
Nadine giggled with delight as he continued.
“I feel pretty, and I pity any girl who isn’t me tonight!”
The sergeant waved his arms and twirled around his office, dancing daintily.
“I feel charming! Oh so charming! It’s alarming how charming I feeeeeel!”
Just A Harmless Little Game
Martin Hambly laid a tablecloth across his kitchen table for the first time ever. Becca would be coming over for dinner tonight, and he hoped that an extra touch of effort might impress her. He set a candle and a book of matches at the center of the table, followed by two plates, drinking glasses, and a set of silverware in front of each chair. His drab apartment did not look like much, but it at least had a semblance of romance. After nearly 39 years, Martin felt he was due for some.
A glass display case holding a number of his Masters of Viktari collectible action figures stood prominently in his living room. While his family and coworkers advised him to put such things away when a woman of romantic interest was coming over, Martin knew for a fact that Becca LOVED Masters of Viktari, and he hoped that she would appreciate the collection he’d amassed over the years. Some of them had appreciated in value quite a bit.
No, Martin would not hide his interests or who he was from his new flame. Becca had shown that she had come to love the nerdy side of Martin Hambly, which was good because Martin wasn’t sure he had a non-nerdy side for her to adore if she hadn’t.
His cell phone chimed, so he immediately went to check it. A text from Becca read, “sorry I can’t make it 2night. Bad food poisoning or something. Too sick 2 even get out of bed.”
Martin dropped into one of the kitchen chairs. He was used to women doing this to him, but not Becca. He checked the rotisserie chicken that was cooking in the oven. It had 30 minutes left, and evidently, Martin would be eating it by himself.
He had another text message on his phone that had arrived a few hours earlier, one from Mistress Nadine. “How’s my GOOD BOY doing today? Mistress misses you <3”
He’d been putting off replying to her since he had a date this evening, and didn’t want thoughts of his phone domme pulling his attention away from his real-life girlfriend. However, when his domme offered more communication and more interest in him than his girlfriend, he found himself questioning more and more whether or not he’d made the right choice between the two.
With his schedule for the evening now clear, Martin dialed up his mistress.
“You felt my pull again, I see!” she greeted him.
“Yes, mistress,” Martin replied. “I got stood up for a date tonight. I’m here in my apartment all alone.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that, my sweet boy. You deserve so much better than that.”
“What are you up to tonight?” he twiddled with a fork on the table in front of him, making it twirl in a circle.
“I’m painting my toenails. I’m going to be taking some foot fetish photos for a client who commissioned them. I have to say my toes look VERY cute!”
“Nice!” Martin said. He didn’t have a foot fetish, but had to admit that Nadine had very pretty feet- especially when her toenails were painted. He wondered if she might share the photoset with him.
“I LOVE this color! Deep red looks so sexy!” she cooed.
Martin agreed, red indeed looked good on his mistress, especially red lingerie. He considered taking a look at some of her photosets she’d sent him in the past since he wasn’t getting any action tonight.
“I’ve got a birthday party this weekend. I think I’ll wear open-toed shoes to show these off. Ooh, I love my life!”
Martin thought about this. “You think you’ll be a domme for the rest of your life?”
“Oh, definitely not! Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do. But I imagine there will come a day when I’ve had my fill of emptying men’s wallets.”
“Really?” he asked in surprise. “Will that day come any time soon?” He stared at his stove, watching the chicken sizzle inside while he wistfully mourned the date he wouldn’t be having tonight.
“I couldn’t say. All I can tell you is this, sweetheart, and this is what I tell every guy who asks me this question: one day, if you log into Phone Phantasy and find my listing gone, just know I’m out there somewhere, sipping champagne on a boat on the other side of the world, wearing a bikini that costs more than you make in half a year, driving a car that costs more than your house, and living my best life in a house that costs more than you make in three lifetimes.”
Martin glanced around his empty apartment and sighed. He didn’t know for certain if she would ever get her wish, but he was fairly sure he would not.
“Well, good luck,” he said.
“I’ve had plenty so far,” she said knowingly. “Anyway, I wanted to tell you, I’m working on something exciting. I haven’t done anything like this before but I’m hoping it- oh you know what, I’ve got a call. On Phone Phantasy. I’m going to have to call you back.”
“Okay. You can tell me about it later.”
“I definitely will. I think you will like it! Talk to you soon, babe! I love you!”
“I love you, too!”
She ended the call.
He looked at his phone, disappointed. He couldn’t be upset. He knew that she had to prioritize work calls. It was a privilege having Mistress Nadine’s private number, but it meant that she occasionally had to end calls with him if a paid call was coming through. He still had the option to call her Phone Phantasy line and pay her per-minute fee if he desired uninterrupted talk time, but he wasn’t feeling needy enough for that tonight.
When dinner was ready, he ate in front of his computer, browsing message boards and occasionally checking Mistress Nadine’s listing to see if she had gotten off her call yet. By the time his dinner was finished, Nadine’s call sign had gone from “Busy” to “Not Available.” She texted him shortly after to let him know something had come up and that she would call him later that night. He signed off of his computer and sat down on his sofa to watch a movie.
He’d gotten halfway through an action thriller called Red Shield when his phone finally rang. Excited, he grabbed the phone, only to find the caller was not Mistress Nadine, but his brother Miles.
“What’s up, brooo?” he greeted.
“I’m chill, what’s up with you, brooo?”
They laughed.
“I’m here with Sami going through the wedding RSVPs. So you’re bringing a lady, how about that?”
“Yeah, Becca and I have been going out a few weeks. I thought it’d be cool to bring her to the wedding.”
“We can’t wait to meet her! What are you doin’ this weekend? We should double date!”
Martin thought a moment. “Nothing planned, but, she wasn’t feeling too well tonight, so I don’t know.”
“That’s cool. Any time you can. You know the parents are gonna want to meet her too. I figure she should meet us first, so she’s not overwhelmed by the whole Hambly clan, you know?”
“Not a bad idea. I’ll let you know, maybe-”
A beeping in the background alerted Martin to his Call Waiting. Mistress Nadine was trying to reach him. Flustered that he’d missed her, he tried to wrap up his call with Miles. Instead, Martin’s younger brother prattled on for several minutes about his job, his plans to buy a boat, and his fiancee’s modeling career. Yeah, rub it in that you’re engaged to a model, buddy.
After telling Miles that Becca was calling, he finally got his brother to shut up and end the call. As soon as he dialed up Mistress Nadine again, he was sent straight to her voicemail. Checking her Phone Phantasy profile, it appeared that she’d gotten another call while she was waiting for Martin to ring her back.
Damn, he thought. It was becoming increasingly difficult to balance both of his lives. He didn’t regret talking to his brother, irritating as he could be at times, but he got a sinking feeling, of guilt perhaps, that what he most lamented this evening, even more than Becca’s date cancellation, was that he’d missed Mistress Nadine’s call.
By Sunday night, Becca was feeling better, so Martin took her to Gomez and Pedro’s, a restaurant downtown that Miles adored. Martin’s brother and future sister-in-law were waiting at the front door when Martin and Becca arrived.
“There he is! And his lovely lady!” Miles hugged Martin and Becca both, as if he’d known her for years. Becca returned the hug sheepishly. “And this is my beautiful fiancee, Samantha!”
Miles’ gorgeous bride-to-be looked like she had just come from the hairdresser’s. Her long brunette tresses seemed to shimmer in the faint dim light, while her curvy body had been somehow squeezed into an impossibly tight blue dress. Becca side-eyed Martin, as if to say she would have appreciated the heads-up that her jeans and blouse ensemble might clash with the stylish vibe that the clothing store model was bringing to the evening. Martin winced as if to say he didn’t know.
“Hello, so nice to meet you!” Samantha said as she hugged Becca and Martin, giving him goosebumps when he felt her soft arms around him. Her sweet perfume ignited something inside him.
The hostess seated the four of them at a table and placed drink menus in front of each of them.
“This place has the BEST tacos in San Amaury! You guys been here before?” Miles asked.
Martin shook his head.
“My ex husband took me here once,” Becca said. “He loved their tequila selection.”
“That man’s got good taste! We got to have the Margaritas!”
The waiter arrived and greeted the party with a friendly, “hola amigos! Can I start you off with any drinks?”
“Margaritas for everyone!” Miles declared. “Don’t worry, I’m buying!”
“I don’t drink anymore,” Becca said softly.
“Okay, three margaritas!” Miles corrected.
“I’ll have a Diet Pepsi,” Becca said.
The waiter took off with their orders and returned with their beverages shortly afterwards.
“What do you ya think?” Miles asked as Martin sampled the drink.
“Not bad,” Martin remarked. He was more of a beer guy, but on occasion enjoyed a mixed drink as well.
“So how’d you two meet?” Miles asked.
“Well, I- her mom lives in my building. She’s my downstairs neighbor,” Martin said.
Miles burst out laughing.
“Her mom set you up? That’s hilarious!”
“That’s really cute,” Samantha said, smiling.
“My mom called me months ago saying, ‘there’s this nice young man who lives upstairs, and you should really meet him’” Becca said. “I was still married then. My mom was trying to end my marriage before I was.”
“I think that’s a good thing. Mothers know best. And now you’re with this handsome guy, isn’t that great?” Samantha asked.
“I’d like to think so,” Martin said.
“Hey, you never know where you’ll meet the one,” Miles said. “My buddy met his girlfriend on SoulMatch. It happens where it happens.”
Samantha turned to her fiance. “Can I tell them now, baby? Can I? Please?”
“Yes, of course you can tell them now, baby!” he urged.
She turned to Martin and Becca excitedly.
“I’m going to be walking in the Mango Country Fall Fashion Show in three weeks!”
“Wow! That’s pretty exciting!” Becca said.
“I hope you guys can make it! Here’s invitations, and also some discount coupons you can use at any Mango Country store!”
Martin and Becca took the invitations and coupons and examined them. It appeared to be a fairly upscale event held at the Loughridge building downtown, just outside the Mango Country store located there.
“How big of an event is this?” Martin asked.
Samantha wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Fairly big, I guess? It won’t be on TV, but it will be available to watch online. I’m one of 14 models that will be walking in the show.”
“Isn’t that awesome?” Miles squealed. “My sexy wife-to-be is going to be in a fashion show for a national clothing brand!”
“What will you be modeling?” Becca asked.
“A few formal dresses, one coat, a pant suit, and some bras and panties.”
“Yep. She’s a lingerie model!” Miles boasted.
Martin stole a glance at Samantha’s exposed cleavage and quickly looked away.
“I think it’s really cool,” Becca said flatly.
“VERY cool,” Miles said. “She does swimsuits too.”
“Not in the fashion show,” Samantha clarified. “But I modeled some bikinis for the website last summer.”
“And she looks GOOD!” Miles boasted, and put his arm around her waist. Samantha blushed, as did Martin. Becca glanced around the room, bored.
Miles ordered a platter of unlimited tacos that the four of them shared until the plate was empty. Samantha ate only half of one; she was watching her figure of course, but ordered a salad for herself. Martin enjoyed the tacos and ate quite a few, while Becca limited herself to three. Miles spent the entire meal talking about himself and the very upward direction of his career and his impending marriage. Martin searched for a gun to point at himself to end the sound of his brother’s endless prattling, but had to settle for jabbing the spokes of his fork into the back of his wrist.
“So you guys like karaoke? We’re gonna have a karaoke machine at the wedding!” Miles said.
“I LOVE karaoke! Watching. NOT singing,” Becca said pointedly.
“Oh, you guys should do a duet together!” Samantha said. “You two would look SO cute!”
“Uh, we’ll see,” Martin said. Being as his singing voice had been known to make children cry, he hoped that he’d be able to avoid having the microphone go anywhere near his mouth.
After Miles paid the bill, Martin and Becca said their goodbyes and headed for the door.
“Oh, and bro!” Miles called, as he was walking away. “October 11th. My bachelor party! You GOT to be there!”
“You boys behave yourselves!” Samantha said scoldingly.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be perfect gentlemen!” he said, smacking her on the butt. She gave a fake scowl, and followed it with a smile. They kissed as a waiter with a large platter of quesadillas stepped around them, while Martin and Becca headed out.
“Sorry, my brother can be a bit much,” Martin said quietly as they walked through the parking lot.
“Believe me, he’s nowhere near as bad as my brother,” Becca said.
He thought back to the day he’d met her brother, when they had helped Becca move, and he was still unsure.
“Well, I’m glad you could make it tonight. I hope you’re feeling better.”
“I am,” Becca said, but Martin detected something in her voice that told him she was keeping something back. “I’m just tired. Gonna head to bed now. Long work week ahead.”
“Want to catch a movie sometime this week?” he offered.
“Sure, I’ll let you know.”
“Great. Good night. Love you.”
“Love you too,” she said.
They kissed and entered their separate cars.
Martin drove home, feeling something missing from his time together with Becca. The odd feeling of separation between the two of them was more noticeable when he had his brother and his fiancee for comparison. Miles and Samantha seemed so much closer and more affectionate with each other than he felt he was with Becca. He sighed sadly as he parked his car in front of his apartment building.
When he stepped inside, Mrs. Templeton opened her doorway and greeted him.
“Hello Martin! How was your date?”
“It was nice! Becca and I met my brother’s fiancee. Looks like she’s this big fashion model and invited us to one of her fashion shows. She gave us this.”
“Ooh, let me see!” Mrs. Templeton examined the flier and coupon.
“Did Becca not come back with you?” she asked mystified, looking out the doorway behind him.
“She was tired. Wanted to get to bed.”
“That’s too bad. We can have tea just the two of us if you’d like.”
Martin took her up on her offer, and joined his girlfriend’s mother inside. There were three cups laid out on her table already; she put one away and filled the other two with the tea she had brewing on her stove. Martin took a seat and had a sip.
“I was hoping when Becca started dating you she would come by here more often. I haven’t seen her here yet. Has she seen your place?”
“Nah, she just picked me up once. Never went inside.”
“I really miss my kids,” she said sadly.
Martin nodded. Mrs. Templeton had said that many times over the past few months. He looked up at the wall, and saw a hanging photo of Becca and her brother when they were kids. He had to smile at little Becca’s goofy grin.
He chatted with Mrs. Templeton for nearly a half hour before she complained of being tired. Martin realized that at nine p.m., the elderly women had stayed up quite a bit past her usual bedtime hoping to catch Martin and Becca as they returned from their date. He bid her goodnight and headed upstairs to his own apartment.
He’d set his keys and phone onto his kitchen counter when he noticed a new text message from Mistress Nadine. The text contained only one word: “inbox” followed by a devil emoji.
She was up to something. Too curious and eager to wait, Martin hurried to his computer and logged on to Phone Phantasy. True to her word, a new message was in his inbox. It read, “It’s Time- A Blackmail Experience Like No Other Awaits You”. Martin opened the mail.
“Hello my devoted pets. Are you craving a little bit of danger in your life? This is a formal announcement of the most diabolical game I have ever created! Get ready to hand over control to the divine Mistress Nadine in this multi-week interactive blackmail game. Whether you are new to blackmail as a fetish or a seasoned junkie, this game will be tailored to the intensity level that’s right for you. Don’t worry, you can trust me to know what’s best!
Simply purchase the application enclosed and get ready to tell me everything. You’re not scared, are you? It’s just a harmless little game.”
Martin figured this must have been the surprise that Nadine had wanted to tell him about on their last call. The application was $10 to unlock; that was a small enough price. He paid the fee and opened the mail.
The message inside read, “So you want to be blackmailed? This is a game for risk takers- for the pets of mine who dare to venture outside their comfort zones, prepared to risk losing everything. It will be my cruel pleasure to lure you by the cock into the inescapable web I’ve built just for your torment!
Are you prepared to have your darkest secrets be used against you? It’s all in the name of fun for this especially heart-pounding fetish commonly known as consensual blackmail. Have you ever been blackmailed before? Former victims have described it as ‘an adrenaline rush of epic proportions’ and ‘a thrill ride that will shake your world to the core.’
That’s because blackmail is an intimate power play where you will make yourself vulnerable to me on a scale you have never achieved in any relationship before- online OR in real life! The sensations of powerlessness you will experience will instill you with fear and heighten your arousal to levels that can’t be reached through normal sexual stimulation.
To be ready to play a game such as this, you need to have a deep understanding of the concept of trust. You will have to trust me- to accept every word I speak to you without question. You need to trust me when I promise you that I will not hurt you. And likewise, you need to trust me when I tell you that I will do whatever I have to do to make you obey every word I say!
Below are a set of questions I have for you. Read them over, fill them out, and return them to me. Give me a little glimpse into that existence of yours. Show me who you are. The better I get to know you, the further I can slip into your mind.
Return this to me with a tribute of at least $75, and I will respond to you within 48 hours to let you know if you have been accepted into the game.”
Nadine appeared to have put a lot of thought into this blackmail game. Intrigued, he read the questions that followed. They began as basic get-to-know-you questions- “tell me your full name” “tell me where you work” “tell me your home address” until gradually, they delved into more personal territory. “Tell me what porn you watch” “tell me your wife or girlfriend’s phone number” “have you ever gone into chastity?” “tell me your dirtiest sexual fantasy” “give me your boss’ email” “have you ever cheated on your spouse?” “tell me your credit card number”- each more personal than the last.
She requested embarrassing secrets, names and contact information for his friends and family, the amounts in his bank accounts, and passwords to his email and online accounts. By the end of the questionnaire, she requested that he send her a nude photo of himself holding his driver’s license, and Martin had to close the window.
It was indeed a dangerous game- a game too dangerous for Martin. He already knew what Mistress Nadine was capable of doing to him once she got into his head; he didn’t need to give her even more leverage.
Still, it turned him on. With a bit of excitement in his mind and a stirring in his pants, he felt a desire to masturbate before he went to bed. He considered going to a porn site, or stroking to any of the photos or videos Nadine had sent to him over the past several months, but Martin was feeling naughtier than usual. Reading off the flier that Samantha had given him, Martin clicked his way to the Mango Country website.
As expected, the website featured several models on the front page showing off shirts, jeans, and coats, as well as an advertisement for the Fall Fashion Show scheduled for October 1st. Martin ignored them and clicked on the Women’s section, and selected the subtag “Intimates.”
And there she was. Samantha was right there modeling bras and panties with a beaming smile across her face. Martin felt his soul grow ill with envy at the thought of his brother going to bed with a beauty like her. Samantha had a rocking body, which was even more evident when he selected the rear view and saw how nicely her ass filled out the panties.
He felt shame in the erection that formed, but it was an erection that needed to be addressed. He unzipped his pants and rubbed his penis as he admired the body of his brother’s fiancee up on his computer screen. He had disgusting, filthy thoughts about her; about peeling her lingerie off, of fucking her, of rawdogging her pussy, of giving it to her up the ass, of cumming on her tits and in her mouth, and all over her face, and giving her back to his brother very, very, used.
These thoughts summoned a load of semen to come bursting from the head of his cock. While he wished he could have shot his load inside one of Samantha’s holes or maybe left it in a trail down the back of one of her smooth and sexy thighs, instead it was in a smear on the back of his hand, and he had to wipe it up with a tissue.