Blackmailed Into Submission - Mistress Daria - ebook
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This book contains Very Naughty Erotica themes of Lesbian BDSM, Bondage, Spanking, Punishment, Domination and Submission as well as the use of BDSM devices.Carrie lives with her aunt and works nights as a waitress, but can’t seem to pay the rent on time each month. However, her dear old auntie does have a nice little garden out in the back yard so she thought it the perfect place to grow a little something extra to help boost her tiny income she got in tips.Well, that was until she heard a loud banging on their backdoor one evening! It was Mrs. Jones and she was twirling a strange looking leaf in her hand, Busted!Mrs. Jones is a hot 40 year old widow, only she’s threatening to call the police! Carrie begs her not to. She’s willing to give up anything. Only she doesn’t have much, or does she? She can’t even come up with this month’s utility bills. But maybe she has something else she can give up….Mrs. Jones, takes an overly long once over look at Carrie’s hot young body. Thoughts running through her twisted, lonely mind. Here’s this innocent, hot, young woman who is begging her 'willing to give up anything'!"Please, Mrs. Jones, Cheryl, please don't call the cops, I’ll give anything, but please don't call the cops!"A devious smile formed on her face as she replied, “Mmmmm, I like this submissive, begging side of you. Maybe there is something you could give me."What does Mrs. Jones have in her lewd and twisted mind?

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Blackmailed Into Submission

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Blackmailed Into Submission

By Mistress Daria

Copyright 2016 Mistress Daria

All rights reserved.

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

No part of this publication may be replicated, redistributed, or given away in any form without the prior consent of the author or publisher.

I live with my aunt and take care of her because my parents don't want to shell out for an assisted living facility. I work nights as a waitress so it the arrangement suits me and my schedule well enough, but I barely make enough to make ends meet. She’s got a nice little house with a garden out back is very secluded, over so I thought. So I thought it would be the perfect place to grow a little something to make a bit of extra money on the side.

One night, after I’d put Auntie in bed, around 9pm or so, there was some knocking on the door downstairs. As I was heading to the front door, I had noticed all the commotion was coming from the backdoor. I thought, who the hell could it be and at this hour. But then I thought about my little side venture growing out back, so I rushed over to find out what the hell was someone doing back there. Was it the cops? With a lot of trepidation, I looked out the window to see the next door neighbor standing there, twirling something in her hand. Shit!

I opened the door, trying to play it cool by saying, "Hi Mrs. Jones! What are you doing here?"

Mrs. Jones was a 40-something Widow who filled in as a part-time nurse when she wasn't puttering around in her patio or out running errands. She grinned and replied, "Well Carrie, I was trimming my peach tree and dropped the saw over into your yard, so I hopped over to go get it, and noticed some odd plants with these extremely unmistakable shoots." She grasped the leaf up to my face and I attempted to think of some reason, yet nothing came out, so she proceeded with, "Now I know you youngsters have an exceptionally live and let live perspective on pot, shit, I've smoked a joint or two in my day. But I’m afraid the police would react as I have, and if somehow, someone managed to call them you would certainly go to jail for quite a long while, and we wouldn't want that, would we?

I shook my head and begged, "It would be great if you Mrs. Jones, Cheryl, kindly wouldn't turn me in, I'll pay you, I'll do anything you ask, but please, I beg of you, don't call the police!"

She grinned and replied, "I don't need your cash Carrie, yet I like this subservience, this arguing side of you and I think we can find something that suits both our needs."

With that she ran her hand up from my hip, along my slender waist to cup my tit, making it plentifully clear what she was implying. I nearly tore her hand away and slapped her, however I understood that there was no other way, so I took a deep, shivering breath and simply let her grab at me. Her other hand began following my tummy along the highest point of my tight workout pants as she said, "Great, now, is your aunt sleeping and is she liable to wake up?"

"She is sound asleep, and I gave her a pill, she’ll sleep through a tornado!"

She had discovered my areola stiffening through my top and squeezed it hard. She gestured and said, “That's great! I think we'll begin with something a little basic."