Falling into slavery: Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

Falling into slavery: Chapter 5

I couldn't believe the evidence that was in my hand. Monica would never cheat on me. Like I'd never chat on her, but I did, with or own thirteen year old daughter. I was stunned, I had been working to get away from the sins I committed just a week before. But what was a working to move toward; a fallacy of a marriage? I didn't need this right now. I put the soiled panties back in the hamper and went back to bed with my cheating wife. But how could I be mad at her, I had done the same thing. No, I had done something worse. I didn't sleep well. I woke sore and lethargic. Until I could decide what to do I acted like nothing was wrong. I kissed my wife goodbye when she left for work; I dropped Elli of at school and went to work like normal. A couple hours into I received a text from s number I want familiar with. It simply stated, "you’re sick go home" "Who is this?" I responded. "Your Goddess" Oh fuck, Sarina must have got my number when she was playing with my phone. "I can't get away from work, sorry." I didn't need to be around her until I decided on what I was going to do about my wife. My wife's indiscretion could push me back to where I didn't want to be with Sarina. "I'm sure you'll find a way." Sarina's message had a photo attached. One that made my stomach turn; it was an image of me fucking Elli. You could distinctly see one of my tattoos and Elli's birthmark on her arm. I was frozen in fear. For what seemed like forever I just stared at the image on my phone. I ...

... packed up my stuff and told my boss I want feeling well. The anxiety of the situation must have made me look as bad as I felt. My boss even asked if I wanted someone to drive me home, to which I declined. Once in my car I texted the Black bitch back, "On my way home, please don't show that to anyone I could get in big trouble." Sarina didn't reply and I drove home. The front door was unlocked when I got there. The plump demon was sitting on the couch watching a video on the 64" flat screen of me violating my daughter. The video was set to replay. I stood there in horror, over and over and over the video played. It showed me at the lowest point of my life. Each time the video ended with Sarina laughing while humiliating me, "Was that a good 43 seconds for you? Now get dressed and get the fuck out you worthless faggot." Sarina had already seen me come in, she wanted the fullness of the position she had me in to set in before she addressed me, "Strip faggot and get you Goddess." I needed this to end before it got worse, "How much do you want to delete this video and just go away?" "I don't think you understand your place slave. You chose to serve me as your Goddess. I'm just making sure you follow through. If you resist me, this video goes to your wife. If you continue to resist, it goes to the cops. Now get out of your clothes your worthless white piece of trash." Get voice was commanding without yelling. I looked back to the video replay itself again and then to my blackmailer's ...