This Is Why You Don't Cheat On An Ambassador

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So, I decided to go a little less violent than my last two stories, Stockholm Syndrome and Resurfacing of Joshua O'Malley. This story has some TorD elements of course (more so than the other ones), some blackmail, slavery, and many other aspects. For returning readers of my work you know I never go with a set plan, I CAN use anything and everything and I usually do. I'm gonna try to regularly update this story, don't yell at me though if I get behind a little. I got school and stuff and when that gets busy I gotta prioritize. I'm not gonna ditch this story like I kinda did on Resurfacing, however, if you are returning readers you can see that I updated that one and I'm going to finish it out, I won't leave you all hanging.

Now with all that said, I look forward to making new fans, hoping to hold true to my old fans, and hopefully will entertain you all. I've received much praise in the past for my writing style and my stories and my cliffhangers which everyone "hates to love" so hopefully I'll hold true to my reputation and impress you all with my new story. Enjoy

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“Hey that wasn’t part of the deal!!!” Stacy shouted at me.

“Doesn’t matter, bitch. You agreed to be a slave for one month if you failed to complete a level five dare. You failed and now you’re mine, and this is part of being a slave, losing ALL privacy.” I replied as I turned on Stacy’s webcam pointed directly at her, “I send this and you won’t have much to go back to once your month is up, eh? Maybe you should just stay here for good. Now get to work.”

“But…but…you’re ruining my life over a stupid game…that’s not fair…”

“Fair?!?! Is that what this is about now? Guess you thought it was fair when you slept with that faggot at work? Was it fair when you asked to borrow my car cause yours was in the shop cause you ‘had to go to work’ and fucked him in my backseat? Oh this is completely fair you little slut, and trust me, you haven’t seen anything yet.” I gave her leash a tug and pulled her towards me. “Now get to sucking, and don’t you dare think about biting or anything, cause I got all this on tape, and it’s being broadcast to a secure server, all I gotta do is type a few buttons or send a text to a secure number and all this gets sent directly to your parents, your professors, your boss at the Times where you’re so enjoying that internship, and the student newspaper. I don’t think they’d like this too much. Especially with you being their prized student, think of what they’d do to your research grants if this got out, you crawling around on a leash and sucking off a prominent government official. Oh, and don’t worry, no sound is being recorded right now so they wouldn’t hear this conversation.”

Stacy, defeated, crawls up to my lap and begins to unzip my pants and pull out my cock. She starts to stroke it and kiss the tip and get it hard, she then slides her tongue down the shaft and fills her mouth with it all the way back to her throat.

“Mmmm. I always loved the rare occasion when you’d do this for me, you always felt dirty and degraded when you did it. Guess we don’t have to worry about that anymore. Oh, while you got your mouth full, guess I can tell you about all the other stuff I got, ready to be distributed. The security footage of you taking pictures of documents in my office, the ones you used in that story that got you’re your internship. They never knew how you found out classified information that only a few people knew about that you might have had access to. Luckily being in the position I’m in, no one knew I had that information as well. They’ve always been wary of our relationship, the youngest ambassador in history dating a journalism grad student, kinda raises questions. Guess no one ever knew this side of me. Not that I really care if anyone finds out, they know I’m a playboy, but I get the job done and get it done legitimately. You on the other hand would look like you were taking advantage of me to write your stories, sure I’d take some flak but in the end I’d weather the storm. You, you’d be arrested for stealing classified materials, breaking and entering, blackmail, and of course that’s just from that video. You’ve been a bad girl, I got enough dirt on you to lock you up in Guantanamo for life.”

At that moment I started to spasm and my load filled Stacy’s mouth. She immediately spit it out on the floor and I grabbed her hair and pushed her to the floor.

“HOW DARE YOU SPIT THAT OUT!!! Lick that up NOW.” And I shove her face into it and she hesitantly licks up every drop.

“Now get up on your feet, swallow that load, then give me a big hug and kiss my cheek, then crawl seductively to the bed and motion for me to come join you.”

Stacy, not realizing that she’s validating the movie as not abuse but as consensual sexual action does just as I instruct her to do. She makes the motion with her finger to come join her, I turn around give a thumbs up to the camera and turn it off.

I then walk over, grab the leash and yank her off the bed, “You filthy slut, you think I’d actually let you sleep up here with me, you’re staying in the cage tonight like a slut should.” I then drag her crawling body to the end of the bed where I have a dog kennel set up, I kick her butt as she crawls into the cage and I lock the door. I then go get in bed and lay down comfortably to dream of what to do to her tomorrow.

Stacy cries softly in her cage, her mind is racing knowing she should have broken up with me when I found out about Joe. But he was just an intern, I took care of her and she couldn’t give that up. That’s what hurt her the most, she loved me still, she may have made mistakes at the beginning of the relationship, she initially just dated me to use me, what better way for an aspiring journalist to make it big than dating an ambassador, a fairly handsome, young, and wealthy one at that. She was twenty-four, I was twenty-six, it was perfect and she assumed that I knew nothing of her intentions, of course I did though, but I blew them off, we confronted about it even a few months in when she started to really develop feelings for me, I understood and moved on and things were great. But that damn Joe. He ruined it all. Now here she is crammed in a dog kennel after stupidly agreeing to play a game of truth or dare after my ten year high school reunion, I graduated at seventeen, what would you expect from a now twenty-seven year old ambassador? She agreed to play for stupid “old-times sake” but I guess I’m better at hiding hidden intentions than she was.

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Chapter 2
The next morning Stacy wakes up early, she didn’t sleep much cause of how cramped she was in the tiny cage. She’s a small girl, five foot two, just over a hundred pounds give or take, but it’s still a tight fit and her tits are sore from being squished on her knees all night. There’s dried tears on her face from her crying silently in the dark through the night.

I wake up around nine in the morning, I hear her sobbing, and I lay there and listen for a few minutes, savoring the sweet sound of victory over this little slut. Finally I get out of bed and unlock her cage without saying a word. I reach in and clip the leash to her and drag her out. She lightly scratches her leg trying to crawl out but it’s nothing to worry about, not bleeding much and I have tile floors, I can have her clean it later.

I lead her out to the dining room. And sit down with her kneeling next to me head down, even though I haven’t trained her she’s in such shame she can’t stand to look at me.

I grab her chin roughly and pull her head up to look me in the eyes, “So slut, you ready for your first full day as a slave?”

“Please, just let me go, I’ll stay out of your life, I’m so sorry for what I did but don’t do this to me, please.”

“Shut the fuck up slut, you earned this place in life, you screwed me over and this is what happens. If you accept it and play along it’ll be endurable, maybe even enjoyable, I know some chicks get off on this shit. So, are you ready to get started?”

“Yyesss sir…I’m ready.”

“Good, now, go make me some breakfast, I want bacon and fried eggs, over easy, toast, and orange juice. Then bring an empty bowl for yourself when you bring it all out.”

I unclip her leash and give her a smack on the ass. She crawls away into the kitchen, stands up and begins to cook. She knows her way around my house cause she’s lived here most of our relationship anyway. I’ve always loved her cooking too. Never realized how sexy it is to have a collared girl cooking for you naked.

I pick up the paper, turn to the politics section and read the latest news on the revolutions happening in the Middle East. That’s when I get an idea, with my connections, I could bring her with me on a “diplomatic” mission over there, I bet the rich Sheiks would love to get their hands on a submissive little American whore. I could make some serious money off of her.

“HEY SLUT! Better make sure that food is top quality, if it’s not, I don’t think you’d like the options I just came up with. Not that you’d really have a choice if I decided to do it anyway but make yourself useful or it’s guaranteed.”

“Yes Sir. I will make it good Sir,” she says trembling. She knows I got a messed up mind, but through our relationship I always let out that side of my sexual desires in my mind and through fantasizing never acting it out. She caught me on some extreme porn sites but we talked it out and she felt as long as I was letting it out and not on her it was ok. But now I got her all to myself and she can’t stop me. I hear fear in her voice and see her shaking as she cooks. Maybe I’ll take her over there for a trip let her experience a few days of what it would be like, and then use the threat of selling her to a brothel over there as a means to keep her obedient. Yes, I think that’s what I’ll do.

“Hurry up bitch, I need to make some travel plans, and need to eat first.”
She comes running out a few minutes later with plates full of food for me. I smile, take the food, then hit her in the back of the knee making her drop and I put the empty bowl on the floor in front of her. I tell her that her breakfast will be in that bowl, but she can’t use her hands. Then I start eating and every few bites I’ll throw a small scrap into the bowl which she eats in seconds cause she’s so hungry. After eating I tell her to go clean the dishes and I go make some calls to my Middle Eastern contacts. This should be fun.

[Ozpossum]

this is really good keep writing

[lordbob]

very good please contiue.

[Woof]

As usual, you sir, are awesome.

[Isabellaslave]

Carry on it's amazing. Well done.

[ofthenorth]

This week has been Spring break, I was out of town most of it, so sorry it hasn't been updated. Should be updated tonight or tomorrow.
Glad so many people are enjoying it.

[OverAndOver]

I'm really excited for you to keep writing! It's really good so far

[ofthenorth]

Sorry for taking so long. Family emergency.

Chapter 3
After breakfast I give her a swift kick to the butt and tell her to go clean up the dishes. I head into my office to make a few calls. Once in the office I shut the door and sit down at the desk and flip on the computer. It has dual monitors, one with the main computer screen and one with security camera feeds from around the house. I turn the kitchen one on and watch my little slave scrub the dishes like her life depended on it.

I turn my attention to the other screen and bring up some contacts. I start writing a few emails and making a few calls.

Meanwhile Stacy continued cleaning the dishes recollecting on the events of the past sixteen hours. Suddenly a sound comes from the dining room, her cell phone that she left out there before everything happened last night. She recognizes the ringtone as the one for her mother. She contemplates it for a few minutes but decides it’s not worth the risk, I have high level connections, any attempt at asking for help will bring serious consequences. She’s stuck. The phone stops ringing and a few seconds later a loud beep indicating a voicemail has been left. Hopefully he ignores it and doesn’t notice.

Back in the office I carry on a lengthy conversation with a man, Mr. Zayid, whom I have become quite close of a friend to over the years. He’s provided me with inside information into the actions of his national government in exchange for special audiences with US officials that I have arranged and a case of Jack Daniels Single Barrel whiskey every few months (being deeply religious, alcohol is a highly illegal substance in his country and nothing beats a good American whiskey), a small price to pay for the political leverage he’s given me. My friendship, however, with Mr. Zayid also has led me to the knowledge that he runs one of the most notorious brothels in the middle east.

By the end of our conversation I have arranged for Stacy to go over to Zayid’s Brothel for three days with me. She will be exposed to the absolute limits of degradation that a human can inflict upon another. After that, and with the threat of sending her there for good, she’ll be putty in my hands.

I walk out to the living room and Stacy is just finishing up in the kitchen. She crawls out to me and kneels next to me. “Damn you’re learning fast slut. I’ve arranged for us to take a trip in a few weeks. It’ll be an absolutely enjoyable vacation for you.” I chuckle as I say the last part. I see a tremble on her lip and fear in her eyes. Just then I hear a loud beep. She jumps at the sound and I make my way towards it and find her cell phone on the side table in the dining room. “Vociemail” is flashing on the screen, I click call and listen, “Hey Stacy it’s your mother calling, I just wanted to make sure you’re still coming over next weekend to watch your sister while me and your father go up to visit Aunt Evylyn and Uncle Jack, call me back when you get this. Love you, hope Washington is going good.”

I turn to Stacy, “You have a sister?” she nods to me, “How old is she?”

Stacy replies, “Sixteen, Sir.”

“You’re supposed to watch her this weekend? Is she not capable of watching herself?”

“No, Sir. My parents don’t trust her, last time they left her alone she threw a party and almost burnt down the house.”

“Sounds like a bad girl, maybe she needs some discipline like her big sister. What do you think?”

Stacy starts to water up in her eyes, “Please Sir, no, don’t do anything to her. She didn’t hurt you, I did. Leave my family out of this please. I’ll do anything.”

“You’ll do anything regardless. You’re gonna go over there next weekend, I’m gonna be coming with. You’ll introduce me as your fiancée and your parents will not suspect a thing. If they do, well I don’t think I have to remind you of the consequences, though they would then extend to your whole family. We will spend the weekend at your parent’s house, watching your sister. Then at the end of the weekend, I’ll decide what to do with her.”

“Please, no sir, leave them alone, please.”

“My decision is made slut, you’ll do as I just said. Now get on your knees in front of me and get your mouth to work.”

As Stacy got in between my legs and unzipped my pants I began formulating my plan to enslave her baby sister as well. Teenagers love that game truth or dare, I’m sure I could pull something off with that, keep her under my thumb until she turns eighteen and then like all rebellious teenagers she will “up and leave” and come live with me. By then I’ll have had my fun with Stacy, ship her off to Mr. Zayid and her sister will be my new pet. One I can train up willingly rather than through blackmail, one who will be completely new and fresh to the big adult world and I’ll be able to mold to my will. Yes, this will work out perfectly.

[Stormwalker22]

Great Chapter I cant wait to see what happens next.

[jamness]

Again, can't wait to see what happens next, great writing, keep it up

[Ozpossum]

keep up the good work

[ofthenorth]

Sorry the updates aren't coming super fast, I'm working on another story (clean story) for a creative writing class and that's taking up a lot of my creative juices. Gotta prioritize my writing and I don't think I'd get a good grade if I turned in this story.

[shhhh]

This is good. I'm not usually a fan of blackmail, but I like this.