Bound By Blackmail Ch. 06

Hello readers, this is the sixth part of the series. Please read any prior parts if you haven't already. Just a reminder, this series contains aspects of Blackmail, Forced Feminization, BDSM, and Sissy Slavery. If this isn't something you're into, I urge you to find another series to read. Again, I appreciate those who choose to read and would love to hear your thoughts and feedback as to what you think of the story thus far and how you think it is progressing. So please feel free to rate and share a comment. Again, thanks and I hope you enjoy!

In my car, with my normal clothes on, I wanted to just run. I could just drive and drive and drive until I found a place that was safe. Would there be a place? What would I do for money, food, and shelter? What about all the things I'd be leaving behind? No, I'd have to find another way out of this hell.

The GPS took me nearly forty-five minutes away to a rather shady part of town. Brady was right; it was in a neck of the woods I wouldn't visit under normal conditions; and things were far from normal. The neighborhood didn't look the safest and there I was with a damn pink collar locked around my neck as if to say 'Look at me! Look at me!'

I was looking for street number seven-thirteen; a place called Big Roger's. What I found at the end of the route was an old, dilapidated strip mall. Roger's was a shop midway down and I had to double check the number to make sure I wasn't mistaken. A big sign above the door confirmed it, reading 'Big Roger's Fetish Factory'.

I'd been sent to a porn shop!

The storefront had a long bank of windows but each one was blacked out to conceal what was inside; I suppose for obvious reasons. Between the glass and the black backing were a mixture of neon lights and posters; things like silhouettes of girls and triple X signs.

Brady had told me to use the back entrance. After pulling around the building to the back alley, I found the rear entrance and parked a few spots down. Before getting out, I checked to make sure no one else was wandering around. Even if the collar wasn't locked on my neck, I still wouldn't want to attract any attention. I stepped out of my car and quickly made my way towards the door. My head continued to spin in each direction; looking to see if there was anyone I needed to worry about; which would have been anyone.

I pulled on the door but it was locked. What the hell? I tried again but with the same result. Had I been sent on some fool's errand; thinking he was being funny and buying him time in my home? Then I noticed a doorbell; complete with a camera and a little sign. It read; 'Ring for service'.

Service; like that was something I really wanted from a place like this. However, I rang the bell and stood there waiting. A few awkward moments passed with no sign of anyone coming to let me in. Amid the cold, I started a nervous sweat; knowing that anyone could come along at any moment. And there I'd be; standing there in a humiliating pink collar and no excuse as to why.

That's when it hit me!

Brady had told me in my own kitchen. I was supposed to wear this so they'd know who I was when I arrived. Evidently, I was doing a very good job of concealing it with my jacket. I could almost feel the eye of the camera studying me. After taking another look around, I lowered my jacket's collar so that the pink would become visible, as well as its tag. Almost immediately, I heard an electric buzz and I was able to open the door.

The back entrance led me down a long, narrow corridor. Approaching the storefront, I began to see many different adult-themed items. Some were mannequins dressed in raunchy, fetish clothing. Among those apparel items were things like cages, and collars, and harnesses, and dildos, and gags, and plenty of other fetish gear to inflict some sort of filthy pleasure to a partner or, in my case, humiliation and pain to a slave.

Things around the store appeared quiet. There was no one in sight, which was of some comfort to me. Then I discovered a young girl alone behind a counter. As it usually is with young people, she was feverishly typing away on her phone; I assumed either texting or social media. I approached her, not really sure of what else to do. She didn't look up or stop what she was doing on her phone. I wasn't even sure if she knew I was standing there.

"Um...excuse me," I said in a soft tone.

"Do you have an appointment?" The girl asked; never looking up from her phone.

"I, uh..," I stumbled. "I'm not sure exactly what I'm here for. I'm supposed to be meeting a Roger."

"What's your name?" She asked, shifting her weight from one leg to another.

"Evan," I said without a second thought. That had been my name all my life. I'd given it and written it countless times. It didn't dawn on me to give some silly persona that Brady had branded me with.

"Are you sure that's your name?" The girl asked; finally looking up to view me.

She looked to be a girl around my age; probably in her early to mid-twenties. She was very pale; though her jet black hair accented in fire red highlights could have had an effect on that. She had a stud in her nose and two in each ear. Her green eyes studied me for a moment curiously.

"Prrrreeeetttttyyyy sure," I stretched out. She gave me and adorable smile that made my heart race. The girl was rather attractive and there I was on an errand as a sissy slave.

"Perhaps the appointment is under another name." The girl leapt forward on the counter, catching me completely by surprise, and took ahold of the purple tag attached to my collar. Then she said, "Huh, Dafni." I turned crimson at someone like her using that name for me.

"It's alright, sweetie," she told me as my tag was released. "You're not the only nervous one to come through here. I knew who you were by your collar and buzzed you in."

"Actually, I really don't know what I'm doing here."

"I don't have that information. I just see you've got an appointment with Master Roger. I'll let him know you're here."

The girl picked up her phone and made a call. She tried to be meek, but I was sure I heard her say something about the new sissy girl being here for her appointment. It made my cheeks burn with embarrassment as she said it while looking at me. Thank goodness no one else was in the immediate area to hear.

"Yes sir, I'll take care of it." She ended her call and said, "Follow me, please."

The girl sauntered out from behind the counter. I couldn't help but notice her black, pleated skirt that matched her tank-top. It swayed from side to side with her stride. A pair of fishnets stretched from beneath it to a pair of boots that plowed along the store floor. I followed her across the sales floor and through a door clearly reading 'employees only'. A short hallway led us to a room that she stood next to.

"We'll be going in here," she said, standing aside for me to enter first. Inside was not much at all; a simple collapsible table with a couple of bins sitting atop it. I did notice one other interesting item; a security camera hanging from the ceiling.

"Ok sissy," the girl said; shutting the door and catching me off guard. Brady had called me that about a thousand times by now but the sting of it returned with her using it to refer to me. "First off, let me tell you that my name is Alyssa. I don't have any fancy titles nor do I want any. I'm simply here to prep you for your appointment. As long as you cooperate, follow instructions, and don't give any trouble, then we'll get through this pleasantly enough."

Alyssa turned towards the table holding a small and shallow tray next to a larger box.

"To start with, remove anything that you've got in your pockets and place those things in this tray," she said pointing to it. She next pointed at the large box and said, "After that, remove your shoes and clothing and put them all in here."

Immediately, flashbacks of the prior night flooded my mind. I could see the box that I'd been forced to lock all my possessions in. It didn't look like I was going to have to lock anything away, but I was still going to have to strip in front of this strange girl. That thought made me think of the humiliating pink chastity I still had locked on. Needless to say, I was quite hesitant to start removing my clothes.

"Don't be shy. You're not going to be the first sissy that I've had to strip naked back here."

"Do I really have to?"

"No," she said matter-of-factly. "Actually you don't." Her response caught me off guard. Then she added, "At this point, you're free to walk out that door. I'm not going to force you to do anything. Although you may want to consider what your owner may say or do if you are disobedient and leave your appointment without permission."

It was another choice. Amazing the choices I was being given that seemed to have only one safe option. Clearly Brady had set this whole thing up and by not following it through, I risked being exposed. I wasn't ready to bail and take my odds with the Brothers. So I did the only other thing I could do and I complied with Alyssa's order.

I walked over and placed the items from my pockets on the tray. That was the easy part. The next part was harder and more embarrassing. Alyssa watched me with an odd numbness to her. She had told me she'd seen plenty in my position doing the same thing. I was curious just how she'd found herself in such a position? It felt very much like a repeat of the prior night as I removed all my clothing. I'm sure I turned all shades when I slid my boxers down to reveal my chastised cock. She looked at it and cracked half a smile, but it seemed like it was something she was used to seeing.

From behind the box, she produced a metal chain that instantly made me nervous. I wasn't sure of her intentions as she walked over to me. Her hand came up with one end and I heard the clicking sound as she attached it to my collar. She then stepped back with the other end in her hand. I was now tethered to her by a leash.

"We'll be going downstairs now," she told me.

The porn shop had a basement level and I was going to be taken there naked. Not a good combination! A tug was given to my collar and I proceeded to follow behind her. I gave a longing look back at my box of clothes before I was pulled out of the room.

Alyssa led me to a door that opened to a set of stairs. As we bounded down them, the lock on my chastity would make a clacking sound as it would strike the tube imprisoning my cock. It was quite embarrassing. She stayed a few steps ahead, holding the leash high in her right hand. I tried to keep up with her so as not to have her yank me along. Once downstairs, I was taken into a room with an odd looking chair; perhaps something like you'd see in barber shop; a sadistic one that is. There were multiple straps in various places; obviously used to restrain the person sitting on it.

"Go ahead and have a seat," she told me.

"What is this for?" I asked; feeling just a tad apprehensive.

"Don't worry. You'll be in good hands. Just do as you're told. That is unless you want to run out of here naked."

It appeared like I'd gone too far. What chance I had to leave while upstairs was now gone. I was in for the long haul. I was still weary of it but took a seat; wincing as my bare skin made contact with the chair's cold leather. Alyssa stepped behind the chair and attached my leash to the headrest. She didn't stop there. My ankles, legs, wrists, arms, and torso were restrained with the straps. Alyssa stood back and checked her work.

"That doesn't feel too bad, right?"

"It doesn't hurt," I told her. "But what's about to happen to me?"

"Just relax! As I've said, I don't know what your owner has ordered, but you're in good hands."

"I've really gotten myself in a mess!" I said to her. There were a couple of tears that I couldn't help but let fall.

"You don't seem like a slave that's here on their own accord," she said. "We get a few slaves through here that are more on the involuntary side of things. For what it's worth, I'm sorry you're in whatever mess you're in." She gave me a warm smile. Perhaps she didn't mean it and was just trying to keep me calm for her boss, but her words did have a friendly sort of vibe behind them.

"You getting friendly in here, Alyssa," I heard a man say. When he entered, even without anyone saying yet, I knew it was Roger. He was indeed big; just as the name of the store implied. So much so, that he had to duck down slightly to get into the door way.

"Just trying to make her a little more relaxed is all, sir," Alyssa replied.

"I've seen all kinds come through here," Roger said as he looked me over. "This one looks pretty tame. Of course, you never know with the ones caught in the wild. That's why I have them restrained to such extent." I noticed that Roger gave Alyssa a sideways smile. From what he'd just said, it sounded like he was comparing me to an animal that would be stalked and hunted; ultimately collected for a prize or trophy. "Besides, there are worse things to do to a sissy slave than what this one's owner has ordered."

Roger walked over and pulled up a small stool and took a seat at the foot of my chair. The stool was considerably short, yet he was still almost eye level with me.

"Good morning, sissy. Just to let you know, I'm Roger and I run this establishment; though If you need to address me, I'll expect a 'master' to be put at the front of that." he started. "Your master has sent you here for a bit of primping. I'll be taking care of this pathetic thing," Roger said, pointing to my crotch. "My associate will take care of the rest. As long as you don't give any of us a hard time, you won't have a hard time."

Roger reached around and retrieved a remote that was tethered to the chair. When he pushed a button, there was an electric whirling from a motor and then I noticed that the chair was moving. It wasn't a nice, reclined back kind of movement either. The section where my legs were strapped split in two. My right leg started going right and my left going left until I was spread open with my chastised cock front and center.

"Let's see what we're working with here," Roger said. He scooted forward on his little stool and reached his large hand out to study the lock on my chastity. Just like Brady, his thumb rubbed over the marred area.

"Clearly you were trying to get out without permission. Old Brady wanted to try the cheap way to keep you locked. We're going to step it up a notch!"

Roger put on a pair of latex gloves then produced a key that popped open the lock. I wondered if Brady had given it to him or if he had a collection of keys for the slaves coming through his shop. He removed both the sheath containing my cock as well as the ring around the base. It felt great to have that horrible thing off, though I was quite nervous as to what it would be replaced with. It didn't sound as if Roger was just going to let it go free.

Alyssa was told a series of letters and numbers and ordered to grab him a box from a storage cabinet. She knew exactly what he was referring to and was straight there and back in no time. Roger opened it and pulled out a similar looking chastity device. It was pink, of course, but this one was constructed of metal opposed to the plastic one Brady fitted me with. Another difference that I was quick to notice was how much smaller it was; so much so that I wondered if my cock would actually fit inside. Just the thought of it was dreadful.

"Are you going to lock that on me?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Of course," Roger said with confidence. "As a sissy slave, it's practically a law for it to be locked away in some form or fashion."

Brady had said something similar to me at the motel. It made me wonder if there was some sort of slave owner association complete with a handbook on how to dominate and destroy an innocent person's life.

"If you're concerned with the size, don't be," he told me. He looked down at my crotch, smirked, and looked back up to me. "It isn't like you've got a monster down there or anything." Then he said something much more disturbing. "I assure you it could be a whole lot worse."

Just those words alone made my stomach do a flip. I had no doubt that worse could be done to me, but he had an example he was willing to share. Well, not him exactly, but the one standing next to him.

"Alyssa, be a dear and show our new friend here what she may be in for if she complains too much about her new chastity."

I looked over at Alyssa who had a deep, solemn expression. She took a few steps forward and, using both hands to pinch the bottom of her skirt, lifted it to reveal what was underneath. Since finding her upstairs, even amid everything that had transpired between the two of us, I'd thought she was a very attractive girl. That left me quite unprepared to see not a vagina beneath her skirt but rather her cock and balls; ones that had a chastity cage locked on as well.

"What do you think?" Roger asked.

"She's..!" I started but couldn't quite get the rest of the words out. Roger was happy to oblige.

"She's my sissy slave," he confirmed. That actually cleared up what an attractive, young girl would be doing in aiding the preparations of new slaves. It would appear that she didn't have much of a choice. Looking at the caged member, I had the realization that she was, at one time, like me; a free male to do whatever she, or he, wanted to do with his or her life.

"I made Alyssa here my property a few years ago. While she is every bit an integral part of my little enterprise here, she wasn't always the adorable and obedient sissy girl that you see before you. We've had our share of hard times, haven't we?"

"Yes Master," she said in a voice that I would never think to belong to a guy.

"She was every bit as rebellious as you are; similarly trying to remove her chastity without permission. I was quick to remedy that." Roger's thumb rubbed over the tip of her chastity. There was an object that protruded from the pee-hole in the front that wrapped around and under the device; one that had its own keyhole. "I keep my girl double-locked. She has a P.A piercing. That's a Prince Albert piercing if you don't know. Her chastity has the initial lock with a secondary lock that keeps her from pulling her tiny clit out of its cage."

Did he say piercing? Like Alyssa had an unnatural hole put in her cock! After Roger's explanation, I saw how ingenious and horribly cruel that extra lock was. Apparently, the shank of it traveled through a hole made at the opening of the urethra and exited out a hole at the bottom of the tip. The shank was locked through the chastity and prevented the penis from being pulled form its sheath.

"Your owner originally wanted you to have something similar, but I had to remind him of certain gauge limits and healing time. While it is usually common practice for a sissy slave to endure a certain amount of suffering, an infected clit usually isn't part of that deal. There is a great deal of care and attention that needs to be involved after such a piercing that I think your master would be lacking."

It sounded like Roger had gone to bat for me. Brady wanted me pierced just like Alyssa. I shuddered at the thought of what that process might be like. Thankfully, for whatever reasons, Roger had talked him out of such a procedure. Then I was given a new threat.

"Of course, should you try to break out of this chastity, your master isn't going to care whether your little clit rots off due to infection. He'll have that little thing pierced and locked in no time. So I strongly suggest you wear this one with pride and deal with any uncomfortableness that may come with it. Imagine the alternative if you don't."

Roger started to lock the device on. He used a lube that was also supposed to work as a disinfectant; something I doubted Brady's snot contained. While the one Brady put on me wasn't a pleasant experience, especially his lube of choice, the much smaller one was quite a bit more uncomfortable. I could feel him pulling my balls, one at a time, through the metal ring and then stuffing my cock into the nubby sheath.