The Downfall, Submission & Enslavement of Karen Taylor
Copyright© 2022 by Karen T
Chapter 50
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 50 - A rebellious and strong willed teenager’s determination to experiment upon and control the mind and even body of her Beautiful Blonde yet sexually tentative store manager Mother, leads to an ever growing desire within Karen’s daughter Chloe, one which sets in motion a train of events that will take her whole family into a world of psychological control, BDSM and sexual enslavement where long suppressed fantasies gradually become reality.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/Fa Teenagers Blackmail Lesbian Heterosexual True Story Workplace Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Incest Mother Father Daughter BDSM MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking Group Sex Black Male White Male White Female White Couple Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex Nudism
Then he abruptly hung up. My mind was all topsy turvy as I poured my coffee; I looked out of the window over at Michael’s then along the road no bikes were parked what did he mean about an item of clothing. I headed back into the lounge with intentions of continuing writing but his phone call disturbed my thoughts. I sat there sipping my coffee as my other hand automatically slipped between my legs, I had removed the pink vibrator when I got up to make a coffee, instantaneously I was spinning the metal ball against my clit, and why the hell was my cunt wet I was thinking what the fucker was up to. Phil, who has not long been employed at my company, seems that he has gained promotion granted by the warehouse supervisor Tony, and it appears he has also gained favour from the other young employees; yes he seemed to show his forceful manner to everyone around him, including me. A few minutes passed as my phone rang again. I picked it up by the side of the computer and it was Phil’s voice.
“In a few moments a motor cyclist will come along and hand you the package alone with an envelope. If you are dressed now remove your clothing I mean all of them, if you are naked all the good. I want you standing by the open front door naked and with your hands behind your head. Inside the envelope are 2 photos of your visit to my house the other day. Inside the package contains an item of clothing which is a bikini and once the package has been opened I will require you to wear the bikini and to wear a pair of your highest heels together with the bikini. If you do not wait at your door like I just said, then the motor cyclist will drive on, then the courier will deliver these photos to the customer desk where you work. Now go and wait”.
I walked back into the kitchen and put the empty coffee cup in the kitchen sink, I peered out of the kitchen window towards Michael’s, he was not to be seen or maybe he was hiding behind the curtain at his place. I looked at the kitchen clock and back to the window, at this time of day although I couldn’t see anyone walking past Michael’s home one of our neighbours was washing his car. This was absurd. Fuck what was I to do stand naked at my front door step or risk the threat of leaving these promiscuous photos of myself, maybe they did not exist and Phil was trying my patience to whether I would comply but at the same time what the hell if I would have to encounter with my work colleagues. The most ridiculous option I thought was that I should stand naked at my front door, let alone with my hands firmly behind my head. I did as Phil had instructed. I opened the front door and stood there what seemed ages with my hands behind my head. The door was open but I stood just on the inside a little away from prying eyes. My neighbour who was washing his car was just a little way from my gaze; thankfully he could not see me. While standing there in this state a few cars drove past, no one as far as I knew had noticed apart from one who honked his hooter as he saw me naked at the front door. Although I had never spoken to him before, we acknowledged each other when I had parked my car after work and walked past each other.
How vulnerable was I! Fuck standing naked in broad daylight with the sun shining brightly, the neighbours could so easily see that I was making a spectacle of myself. The car drove past, my gaze pointed in Michael’s direction, was Phil hiding inside with Michael his house watching, his Mother Debbie’s car as far as I knew was not parked. A motor cyclist appeared on the right and stopped almost in front of my house.
Dressed in black leathers with a black visor I knew that he would not be recognised. The cyclist turned his engine off and stood there for a few moments looking at my naked body standing in the open door with my hands firmly behind my head, my tits were thrusted out, my nipples tingling and were so fucking hard and fully erect. I had no idea of who he was in this outfit and as he got off his bike and started walking towards me I inched a little closer to the doorstep, now I was completely exposed, my head turned in both directions to see if any of my neighbours were watching. How many couriers delivered packages with the occupant standing there naked no doubt not many. He walked a little closer but stopped a few feet away out of arm’s reach, his eyes fixed on my big tits and my long erect nipples sticking out obscenely on my brown areolas. It must have been a minute of agonising silence before he stepped forward. He held out his hand with the envelope and the package. I quickly lowered my hands and quickly took both from the mysterious man. The fucker handed me a held hand machine which I had to sign for the delivery. On the package there was a note saying that both the envelope and the package must be opened immediately once indoors. The cyclist turned back to his bike as I went inside although I had no idea of my forthcoming ordeal.
Once inside I opened the envelope and inside were 2 photos of me in the dungeon at Phil’s house the photos were showing me tied in bondage with my legs spread while I was sitting on top the long anal pole and another had clamps on my nipples and one on my clit and my body showed red markings from the whipping. Those markings were only superficial but both clearly showed that the lifestyle I lived and certainly if these were to fall into the wrong hands I would be in trouble. How many pictures had been taken that day? I had no idea, and what was worse if they ended up on the internet on some photo sharing site. I put the photos down, how will I explain these to my daughter and where should I hide them. My initial response was to hide them in my car, probably in the boot under the spare wheel. With the photos down I picked up the package which was in a jiffy bag.
Still naked nipples rock hard from being outside, I couldn’t believe I had been standing on the doorstep naked with my hands behind my head and who was the courier who had feasted his eyes over my naked body. It had to be someone associated with Phil. It was just before 11.00 I ripped the jiffy bag open at one end. It contained a scandalously brief light pink and practically transparent thong bikini. No sooner had I opened the package than the phone rang. Picking it up, Phil’s voice was at the other end.
“By now I assume you have seen what is in the envelope and the package. Karen if you do not comply I have a collection of photos of you in the dungeon under the garage I am sure those photos of you would not like those to be published on the internet and maybe I may send some photos to a couple of your friends who are in your contact list on your phone, I dare say Lisa, Kay or even Nicola would like to see what you get up to, and what about your daughter Chloe, I wonder what she would think of you. Don’t you remember that I copied your contact phone list while you were rather busy? So Karen you will put on the bikini and pair of 6inch heels not frumpy ones, a nice strappy pair and paint your toenails pink and be quick about it. I will call you again in 5 minutes.”
I dropped my phone and ran upstairs and into my bedroom I opened one of my make-up bags looking for the right colour nail polish, thankfully I didn’t need to remove any polish remover from my toenails. I quickly picked the bottle and removed the brush, my heart was racing. I finished painting my toes on my right foot. Fuck surely 5 minutes were not already past. I heard my phone ringing which was still downstairs. I had to run back to retrieve my phone which was still ringing. I was breathing heavily as I picked it up and heard his voice on the phone.
“Done by now and ready to go out.”
“No I have not finished. I have only done one foot so far”
“Not finished, I gave you 5 minutes to complete that simple task, where are you? I assume you are naked.”
“Yes I am naked; I still have to do the other foot.”
“In that case Karen go out into your garden naked and go to the rear of the garden and find something to sit on. Once there, finish doing your toenails on the other foot and when done whatever you are sitting on spread your legs and masturbate using two fingers of one hand and licking and sucking your fingers and in your other hand take a photo on your phone and send it to this phone. When I receive the image I will call you again. Don’t forget if you fail to comply with any of my instructions, those photos that I placed in the envelope and a few others that I have of you will be forwarded to a few of your contacts which are in your phone book. What a surprise for them when they get a text from you. You do look so good naked with your legs spread. I look forward to hearing from you shortly.”
The fucker what did he want me to do take a fucking photo of myself completely exposed in my garden but not only that he wanted me to masturbate on camera and send the image to him no doubt with a thought of sending it to others. I was trapped. Was there any end to this ordeal? I still had the bottle of nail polish in my hand, so I lowered my phone from my ear. I wasn’t far from the French doors that lead out to my garden; I unlocked it and headed towards the rear where the shed is located. I didn’t care about the fact that I was naked; I have been outside many times naked sunbathing or putting the washing out. Mike, our next door neighbour has seen me or even spoken to me when naked so it is no big deal, I opened the shed door and went inside. From where I stood first I looked out of the window to my left to see if anyone was looking. There are only three houses on my left, any of them with their upstairs windows that could be viewed from my garden. Our garden fence to my left has a low fence that divides mine to Mike’s and on the other side is a high wooden fence. Of course the row of houses on the other side that joins mine at the back which has a dividing pathway and with 6 foot high wooden fences but any of those bedroom windows from those upstairs bedrooms, if anyone was looking out from their windows would look into my garden which where if the weather was kind I would sunbathe naked in the garden. I know others have seen me sunbathing naked on the patio even when occasionally Chloe lays out there she is not fazed by others, nor has been Trevor although with his work he may only appear at weekends on those occasions he would also be naked. No doubt many have seen me at various times hanging washing out on the garden line. I have seen Mike supporting an erection bulging out from his shorts or boxers while we have chatted.
Looking around I could not visibly see anyone, I picked up one of the small plastic stools which are stored in the shed that I often use when supporting the washing basket, I placed it close to the gate at the rear of the garden. I sat and used the nail polish to coat the nails on my left toes. Once finished I placed the small nail polish bottle on the ground. The sun would easily dry my toenails; I spread my legs and used my hand between my legs. Initially I used my middle finger spinning the metal spiked ball around against my clit then using two fingers inside as instructed by Phil. This not only rubbed on my clit but those two fingers now was fucking my cunt as instantaneously my thumb pressed against my clit harder. The caller had not indicated how long I was to masturbate however I suppose I did this for 2-3minutes, as those few minutes passed I was getting wetter and wetter. I stopped masturbating and I picked up my phone and opened the camera settings and took a few pics. I took three photos all showing me sitting naked on the stool close to the back gate all with my fingers in my mouth, a couple were not very good. I decided which one that I would send to the number who had been communicating with and pressed send.
This was absurd sitting like this, I had stopped masturbating however, my clitoris was twitching and throbbing. For some reason I was getting turned on but I did not continue masturbating but I felt that I should. I had no idea how long I waited for Phil to ring again but it was only a few minutes but it seemed an eternity. I closed my legs and even crossed my legs to exhort a little pressure on my clit; thankfully no one seemed to be looking. Where I was sitting, those at the rear would not be able to see me. The phone was still in my hand when it rang.
“Good girl, I hope your fingers tasted delicious, how does it feel being naked in your garden masturbating openly? No doubt by now your nipples must look nice and erect perfect for the bikini that you are about to wear. Before you wear that though, first you need to go and get your heels and remember what I said, a strappy pair. Once you have them, bring them to the rear of the garden again and take another photo with you holding them in one of your hands with you standing naked in front of the gate. Send me that image so that I know what you intend to be wearing on your feet, once I receive the photo you can put them on, be quick about it.”
Without Phil hung up. I darted back indoors and rushed upstairs to where the majority of my shoes are kept, I found a pair which resembled what he had asked for, these heels are mainly used for special occasions a nice strappy pair although they are not 6 inch heels, the pair I had in my hand was only 4 inches and the leather straps are beige. I ran downstairs again for a brief look at the clock. It was only showing 11.18. Once I got back to the gate I picked up my phone, held the shoes in my left hand and took a photo showing me standing naked close to the wooden gate. Once I had taken the photo I sent the image to Phil’s phone. I bet the fucker was having a laugh; I quickly strapped both heels around my ankles and sat there waiting for further instructions about 2 minutes later his phone rang again.
“Good girl but they are not 6 inch heels, are these best you have.”
“You wanted a pair of strappy 6 inch heels; unfortunately the highest I have are 4.”
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