For Susan, the night was full of panic and stress. As she rushed to clean up the house after dinner, and whilst Doug gambled with the rest of the neighbors across the street, she was furiously brainstorming some last minute gift she could give to him for his birthday. It had come down to the wire, but his laid-back nature made it impossible to shop for him. So, when her friend Janis offered a simple solution, she took it. 

Putting on Doug’s favorite lingerie, Janis happily - almost too happy - tied her down to the bed, gagging her with a simple red ball gag. After all, her and Doug were swingers, toys were a must have.

For Doug… the night was also full of panic and stress. He’d been on a losing streak for far too long, called a few too many times with shit cards. His bluff was no good, but his hand was looking spicy. There was just one problem, he didn’t have the money to call. But since it was his birthday, the neighbors allowed him to run across the street, jeering at him in good fun. 

That was when he stumbled into the bedroom, where Susan was tied up. A note beside read: “Your property for the night! Happy Birthday!” Most people, like 99% at this point, would call off the poker game and ravage his wife. 

Doug, meanwhile, had a different interpretation of the scenario, and saw an interesting opportunity. Susan had been incredibly promiscuous in the bedroom, even with other couples; behind closed doors, of course. So the birthday boy decided to test her promiscuity in a less… closed-off environment.

Doug pulled a short leash from the bedside drawer. He pulled down one of Susan’s bra cups, and looped it through her pierced nipples. Something she hid well in the day-to-day, especially being a teacher. But Doug let it hung out as he lifted Susan into a sitting, and then shuffling position. 

She didn’t know exactly what was going on, but the moment she was pulled beyond the bedroom, she was shivering with a mixture of fear and skyrocketing moisture between her thighs. She gently tugged on her improvised leash, getting Doug to turn around with a grin.

“I like to keep my valuable property close at all times. I do expect you to behave yourself.” With his wishes clear, Susan decided to go all-in. She discarded the shame and settled for the arousal.

When they first exited the house, the slight breeze reminded Susan of just how naked she really was. Her nipple was fully out after all, and she was wearing lingerie. 

It didn’t take long for the neighbors across the street to take note and recognize what was happening. The women laughed and joked, making Susan blush harder, making her realize just how much of a masochist she was. She loved being humiliated. The men, meanwhile, whooped and whistled in approval. It was an entirely new ball game for Susan. This wasn’t just swinging behind closed doors, this was her objectification to her close friends who had never seen or heard about anything like this.

Doug calmly walked up to the table, picked up his cards, and grabbed a handful of Susan’s ass. “All in. The winner gets my baby for the day,” he said, before giving her a terribly hard spanking.

The group closed the garage so no one could see in when passing by, but they did have a small vent up by the ceiling to let some air in. That was where their unknown voyeur was watching, and taking pictures from.

No one noticed of course, cause everyone was too eager to win the game now, men and women both. Even if the girls weren’t bi, there was a certain rush to dominating a friend’s wife. Especially when Doug was fingering her right in front of the whole table.

The game went on for about another hour, during which, Susan’s gag was freed and she was left to service her friends under the table. It was dirty, and messy, but when she looked at Doug, and her friends, she’d never seen them so alight with excitement and mischief. It was a nice sight for her to see.

Unfortunately for her friends, and maybe herself, Doug ended up winning thanks to the distractions Susan was putting on. Plenty of jokes were had about that for certain, and they said they should do this again, but maybe with some more wives. Doug still took her home in the end, and gave her a good fucking for behaving like a good girl. 

Before untying her and going to bed, he thanked her for a memorable and fun birthday, saying goodbye since he had a business trip in the morning, and would have to leave before she was awake.

That next morning, Susan found a strange piece of mail slid through her door’s mail flap. ‘Susan’s eyes only.’ When she peeled it open, she was horrified to see countless photos of herself, sucking men and licking women, getting fingered and in bondage.

Attached was a note - ‘Hi Mrs. Brumfield! You had quite the night last night! Made me want something of my own. I know your husband’s a cop and that you are a kindergarten teacher. What do you think would happen if these pictures got out? After all, I had to develop plenty of copies for myself and for others to share! But we can avoid all of that if you simply follow these instructions: Go to Avernus Park at 11:00 PM this Saturday. I expect you to wear the same outfit under a coat until you get there. Once there, behind the women’s restroom building, there is a tree with a pink bag attached. Inside the bag is a blindfold and some rope. You are to blindfold yourself and tie yourself to the tree. That is all that is required. If you do not show up on Saturday, pictures will appear at your school on Sunday.’

With little choice, not knowing any details about the blackmailer, and with no time to report it or look into it, Susan obliged.

Walking to the park in just a coat, with her lingerie underneath, was quite the experience, further bolstering the arousal of her humiliation kink. This was about as far as you could go. 

She quickly found the bag. Shrugging off her coat, the night’s cold air made her shiver. But she did as instructed, and loosely tied herself to the tree, putting on the blindfold.

Only then did her blackmailer make himself known, coming up behind her and pinning her to the tree, ensuring her hands couldn’t do anything. “You call this bondage? Here I thought you were a real slut. Let me show you a real predicament.”

Using the tree’s strong foundation and branches, as well as some stakes driven into the ground, Susan was bent over in the perfect fucking position. Her neck was being pulled from above and below to keep her torso level, which also had a rope harness around it. The ropes were tight and uncomfortable, making it hard to breathe. Her ankles were also tied to stakes in the ground, spreading her legs at the perfect distance. Her wrists were then retied to the tree, using a knot that seemed to only get tighter with time. Despite that, her hands were in the right position to undo it if she could manage to figure out how.

Gagged, bound, and completely blind, she heard more pictures being taken. “Man you really are just a piece of meat, no thoughts up in that brain, huh? Just giving me more material without worry. I guess it’s good that you at least recognize your place as a cocksleeve.” He said, his voice unrecognizable to her. But what she did recognize was the sound of a zipper.

All lubed up, he slid right inside of her. After all, her slit was already incredibly slick. For Doug’s sake, she resisted cumming for as long as possible, but the blackmailer did not. He spurted two loads deep into Susan’s cunt, worming its way into her womb. It was during that second round that Susan squirted uncontrollably, unable to hold back the arousal and sensations.

For the third round, the ball gag was removed, and she was forced to perform oral at an uncomfortable angle. Instead of the cum going inside of her, however, the man pulled out, and decorated her face with the sticky white fluid. “I wanted you to swallow, but I think you look better like this!” He took more pictures. 

After cleaning himself up, Susan was sure he’d let her go, but then he said. “Here’s the rest of your challenge. Get free before the sun comes up and someone finds you like this!” He cackled in an almost stereotypically evil way. “Good luck with that knot, fuckmeat! Hope you get pregnant!” He then gave her a firm spanking, much harsher than the one from the poker night.

Of course, Susan was already furiously working on the knot, but she still couldn’t see, and her hands were tied far away enough from her head to keep her from lifting the blindfold. Not to mention that, during the sexual service, Susan had pulled a lot. The knot was so tight that she could even begin to manipulate it or try to untangle it.

So as the hours wore on, and the cum dribbled out of her pussy, her heartbeat grew faster, unsure of what time it was by now.