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Lois' Blackmail (1/?)
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Here is an AI generated image I found, which I don't own.
It inspired this story.
I fixed up some of the AI weirdness (anatomy/text) in Gimp. You can probably see my changes as I am no artist.
https://imgdrop.io/image/lois-wardrobe-malfunction.xP05H
- Red Turtle
### Lois' Blackmail
'Oh God! My pants have split!' thought Lois.
Scanning the horizon for a quick exit, the cold breeze on Lois' vulnerable ass sent a shiver up her spine. No panties! She hadn't been allowed to wear panties out of the house or remove the 'electronic marvel' lodged in her keister since this whole ordeal began almost two years ago.
Well, there were two exceptions, the bathroom, and sex with Peter, and those times had to be filmed showing her face, and the filthy plug had to be in her mouth. She wasn't allowed to wash the plug either, if she didn't like it, her blackmailer texted once, she should 'find ways to remove it less often'.
Lois found that somehow her blackmailer knew if she washed it, and then she was punished.
How did he know? It had to be the sensors in the gizmos Lois carried with her (and in her) at all times. Telemetry must apprise her tormentor of much, but often he seemed to have information beyond what she felt those devices could possibly glean - perhaps, Lois allowed, the devices were more sci-fi than she thought.
The blackmailer, like a controlling parent, set themselves up as the privileged user of Lois' new phone, leaving it, and the buttplug in her mailbox with a note directing her to keep the phone charged and with her at all times and detailing how to activate the new phone with her existing SIM card. The phone was already paired with the buttplug. The blackmailer told her the rules Lois must follow regarding the devices over text chat.
Who knew what software her phone ran to track her every movement? At times Lois almost thought the seemingly omniscient blackmailer must be Santa Claus Himself. Whatever means he used to spy on her, Lois wasn't allowed to investigate, that being very naughty indeed.
'Clues' Lois learned, were always traps. Lois kept her head down nowadays always running from 'clues'.
As it stood, Lois couldn't even define clear limits on her blackmailer's 'omniscience'.
Sometimes the blackmailer told Lois why she was punished, sometimes not, sometimes he'd let her think she'd gotten away with something for a long time, only to bring it up much later as the reason she was being punished. Sometimes, her blackmailer would merely inform her that done a naughty thing, and that she'd done a number of naughty things she had yet to be punished for, reminding her that a number of smaller things together might someday add up to one big punishment.
Indeed there were always some 'naughty' things she'd done that may or may not have gone unnoticed. And it did seem she was more apt to be punished when she was 'naughtier', punishment being less likely when she was 'good'. Weirdly, Lois *felt guilty* for what misdemeanors she'd 'gotten away with'.
Lois couldn't rule out that she might sometimes have been capriciously punished for nothing at all, but she doubted it happened often. She could always imagine a 'just' reason for her blackmailer to punish her.
So nowadays Lois tried her best to be a good girl.
Initially losing some weight due to avoiding the bathroom ordeal as much as possible (before eventually mostly giving up) Lois managed to conceal her new buttplug from Peter for two whole months behind a sudden new obsession for sucking his cock. Peter never enjoyed so much first class cocksucking in his life.
Her devotion to the task, Peter noted, "was commendable."
Lois wouldn't stop until she drained her husband at least twice, him falling asleep with his soft dick in her mouth.
Blowjobs suited Peter just fine, being a fatass accustomed to having Lois do all the work in bed anyway, but one day out of the blue grabbing Lois under her shoulders and sitting her on his lap cowgirl style as if it were ordinary, and it was, cowgirl being their favorite position over the years, Peter ignored his wife's protests, slipped his hand under Lois' panties before she could stop him finding the plug.
"What do we have here?" he asked playfully, giving it a little tug.
"Oh Petah, it's just a little toy to spice things up a bit, you know.."
Soon Peter's tugging popped it her buttplug out into his hand.
"Anal Slut," he read aloud.
They'd done it asswise before. Peter pestered her into anal early on, but she'd been reluctant, and nowadays it seemed too much trouble, especially since she'd told him it wasn't her favorite, and so it went from a once in a while thing, fading to a never-actually-done but not actually foreclosed possibility. Once Peter embuggared his wife a few times he stopped bugging Lois for anal.
Peter liked sodomizing his wife as much as the next guy, but honestly it wasn't his favorite either, since it entailed a too-exhausting trip to the shower right after sex. By then, Peter just wanted to sleep.
"I never knew you were an Anal Slut, Lois, what changed?"
"Oh you know, the Internet, and I'm getting older, and maybe wiser, or more twisted," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "I just got this plug online to remind me of sex and keep me horny you know? It's a game I play with myself, to keep the boredom away. It never makes me cum, but I stay dripping and juicy all day long. This way, I just can't wait for you to get home."
This last part was the truth. Peter believed her.
"So how long have you been wearing this - this buttplug Lois?" he asked.
"About two months," she replied.
"Oh, so about the time you started being such a good cocksucker then. Are you sure you're not an Oral Slut instead?"
"You know I am Petah, I love your dick, and the taste of your cum. Any time, anywhere," she replied.
Over the last two months, she'd been concentrating on satiating her husband to keep her secret, giving him everything, worshipfully even, whether he deserved it or not. If he hinted in the slightest he was horny Lois' mouth was pleasing him before he could come up with his own idea. By now, she was used to it and had begun to like being the dutiful wife.
Lois realized worshipping her husband's cock oddly made her wetter when he *didn't* deserve it, like when he'd brought on yet another disaster of his own making or let fly yet another callous and insensitive remark to her.
On some level she understood that his callousness was probably why she married him. More polished 'men' from her own social class behaved like simps due to her good looks, or were chronic playboys, but Peter, no playboy, was too much an oaf to play such games of manipulation.
His simple oafishness could always surprise her by transgressing her invisible boundaries. That he couldn't even see those invisible walls made him dangerous in a good way. Such unwritten rules, and byzantine games of etiquette Lois came to believe must be some kind of sin for which Peter would reliably chastise her without realizing it whenever she began to fall back into the bad habit of relying on and so becoming bound by such nonsense.
But these past few months really brought that into focus for her. Lois now fantasized about Peter snapping his fingers, saying 'You, mouth, cock now.' while pointing at his crotch. Her total availability was slowly training him to be more demanding and entitled and Lois liked it. She wondered how far she could make her husband go with her. Could she turn oafishness into something more like domination? Maybe. Was that what she wanted? Maybe. Maybe wearing a buttplug all the time made her biased.
"I was going to fuck your pussy, but seeing as you're an Anal Slut, you probably want your ass fucked instead, right?" he asked.
The solution to a problem she'd been worrying about serendipitously appeared in Lois' mind.
She executed the solution flawlessly, saying in a naughty girl tone, "Sure Petah, whatever you want, but you need to give me that plug back. It can't be out of me for more than a few seconds, that's the rules."
"What rules?" asked Peter, still holding onto the plug.
"I have to wear that plug all the time Petah, 24x7 365 days a year."
"You wear this ALL the time now?" asked Peter incredulously.
"Yes Petah, all the time. Being an Anal Slut is a full time job."
"But you have to take it out sometimes Lois, or I guess you'd explode."
"The rules say that it has to be in at all times, if I take it out of my ass, it has to be in my mouth until it goes back in my bum."
"Lois that's nasty. Who made up these rules anyway?"
Ashamed, Lois said, "They're the rules of the game I play with myself, the one where I'm an Anal Slut, so I suppose I did."
"You're one nasty Anal Slut" said Peter, worrying Lois, if he were grossed out and wouldn't play along, how would she be able to follow the rules? She might endure one punishment if she failed this time, but she was so close to establishing a routine that would let her wear the plug according to the rules with Peter knowing.
How would they have anal sex if Peter wouldn't let her follow the rules? How would they not have anal sex now that Peter knew she wore a buttplug saying 'Anal Slut' all the time?
But Peter's eyes narrowed, and he replied, "Ok you nasty Anal Slut of a wife, I'll play by those rules, but only if you play by one I make, and it's this: now that your backdoor is wide open, I get to fuck it, whenever I want, any time any where, just like your mouth, that's the price you pay for wearing an 'Anal Slut' buttplug in *this* house. "
"Oh Petah, yes you can, and my pussy too, that's the way it should always be and how it always should have been between us," Lois said enthusiastically. She'd just given up sex as a bargaining chip in their marriage, surprising herself with how much she meant it. Her enthusiasm was real.
"And," Peter continued, "If you want this in your mouth while I plow your Hershey Highway with my dick, there's going to be another rule around here, and it's this: anything that goes up your rear end goes directly in your mouth after until it's clean. And you have to swallow the mess you make like the nasty Anal Slut you are.
"Since you do Ass-to-Mouth for this buttplug, you're going to be just as polite to every car and truck driving down your Hershey Highway. It's gonna be free car washes in Lois' mouth after. If you're really the nasty Anal Slut you claim to be you'll honor that promotional deal for the increased traffic."
Lois was used to the taste of her own ass-juice residue by now . It was a small price to pay. This had been so easy - she wouldn't have expected it.
"Oh yes Petah, that makes perfect sense, my Hershey Highway is open for business!"
"And," added Peter, "You better keep following the rules about wearing this all the time. I'll be checking. If I catch you not wearing this, you're going to get a spanking."
That wasn't about to happen. She was too afraid of the blackmailer already.
"That makes sense Petah, if I'm naughty, and break the rules, you can certainly spank me."
She felt some sadness that she would never be caught by Peter without the plug. If it weren't for the blackmailer, she'd probably break that rule just to get spanked - at least once or twice - depending on how hard he spanked her, and how horny she was. By letting her husband help enforce the rule that she had to always wear the buttplug, she'd opened the door to him enforcing more rules on the threat of a spanking. She could feel being blackmailed had begun to drive her crazy. She didn't want more rules did she?
"Ok, open wide Lois, I'm gonna fuck your ass and I don't want any backtalk."
"Uh Petah, there' a bit of.. just wipe it off fir-"
"On what Lois, wipe it on what?"
"A tissue?"
"They're way over there on the shelf, and beside the point, I don't want to wait for you to go get one, and I'm certainly not wiping this filth on anything here on the bed. Open wide Lois, or out deal is off. Maybe you'll find a way to make less mess next time, I don't know, maybe not, but since you're the Anal Slut, it's your job to deal with the consequences."
Tentatively opening her mouth, Lois accepted the filthy plug Peter stuffed inside sealing their new fortuitous arrangement. Peter immediately slid his long thick member all the way into Lois' juicy guts in one motion without resistance. His dick was longer than the plug, so the sensation of him plowing that last leg of Lois' 'Hershey Highway' shocked her, the tip stretching her innermost parts for the first time in a long time.
Falling asleep with Peter's soft dick again in her mouth that night, and the plug back in her ass where it belonged, Lois woke at 3:38 AM with a start.
"Oww!" Lois said loudly, Mornings, which meant after sunup this time of year, the plug vibrated her awake in sync with her alarm, but a shock meant it was angry, this time she confirmed on the app about having a low battery charge below 50%. Low battery shocks had only happened to Lois once before. She had about a minute before the next shock was due. The blackmailer told her the minute was to give her time to connect the charger. After three such low level shocks, they would increase to once every thirty seconds, going on escalating, eventually getting stronger. But the low-level shock was already unbearably painful. She'd never felt anything worse from the plug as of yet.
The charger was in her purse in the living room.
"Ooohhh," she moaned bending at the waist.
The plug expanded both inside her, and elongated along her butt crack outside her pinning her sphincter and stretching her insides. Lois wasn't allowed to remove the plug while it was angry, but expanded like a pear of anguish whenever it got angry, making removal impossible anyway.
Overcoming the sensation of the newly expanded buttplug inside her, Lois spurred herself back to her quest for the charger in her purse.
Chris lay on the couch. He must have fallen asleep watching TV. The television masked the noise of the floorboards creaking as she walked but aside from the light from the TV screen, the dark room might hold trip hazards for her if she were not careful. Exposed by his unzipped pants, was the source of the bulge Lois spied Chris' hand, or had he outdone even his father in the size department?
Where was her purse? Hopefully Chris wasn't laying on it. She was due for another shock soon so she didn't want to have a too long conversation about why she needed him to move - she didn't count on being able to avoid reacting to further painful shocks.
'No!' she remembered, 'It's in the car in the driveway,' I left it in there when we got home from dinner.
But Lois didn't make it out the door before getting shocked again. This time ,however, the plug was vibrating.
'The phone!' Lois remembered she was out of the bluetooth range of the phone. She left it on the nightstand back in her room. Lois knew better than that! She held in a gasp to avoid waking Peter when the next minute was up.
Now carrying her phone with her, Lois endured two more shocks before finding her purse in the car, getting back to her bedroom, plugging in the phone and the charger, and connecting the sanitary magnetic wireless charger to the hermetically sealed buttplug. Feeling the plug begin purring inside her as it normally did while charging, Lois knew she was safe.
Lois figured the vibrations probably extended the charging time by wasting energy, but it always vibrated the whole time it was charging nonetheless. She hoped it would be done by morning so she could use the bathroom, and not have to do her morning routine of making breakfast etc with it expanded like that. Even if the plug hadn't already expanded, Lois knew from experience that if she disconnected the charger while it was under 100% the pear would expand and remain open inside her until she completed her full charging cycle incentivizing her to block out a continuous chunk of her day to being 'charged'.
The plug, a fail-open device, Lois dreaded the day when something might malfunction or her plug might stop reliably holding a charge.
At least, now that Peter knew her secret, she could try and fall back asleep even with the wire leading out of her ass to the nightstand, this would be more convenient than charging during the day.
Another shock zapped Lois' anus, the plug briefly vibrating more strongly.
'What the fuck? I'm charging!' snapped her own voice in her mind.
Lois' only recourse was to check her phone for any messages from the plug, there were none, but there was a text from the blackmailer. She didn't even look towards Peter, sleeping there in front of her. She already knew the blackmailer couldn't be him so his new alibi was redundant.
"Low Battery - I see you're plugged in. It's been a while since you let that happen Lois." There was a small lightning bolt emoji next to it, the cause of her latest shock she figured.
"Yeah, I try to avoid it, this evening was hectic and I forgot. Why did you shock me Mr. Blackmailer?"
"In case you were asleep. You might not notice a vibration since you're charging."
"I was awake, you didn't have to do that."
"Whatever, you did well tonight, I watched the footage. Your plug was outside you too long but I'm going to overlook that because you did so well with Peter. Now that he knows about your plug I'm sending you both a present."
'Oh great,' thought Lois.
"Why does this thing have to remain expanded now that I'm charging? I'm being a good girl, and it makes it hard to sleep."
"It's a punishment for letting your battery go low. Be more attentive. Maybe you should keep yourself plugged in whenever there's not a reason not to be."
"I keep a battery pack in my purse, it's just that I got distracted."
The battery pack could top off a 90% pack or stop the shocking temporarily in an emergency, but lacked the capacity to fully charge her.
"What is this present?" she asked.
"I kind of like the idea of you having to be plugged into the wall," continued the blackmailer over text, "maybe the present is a charging station. Maybe it's a heavy immovable chair with a thick piston dildo to fuck your cunt deeply, together with a software update to make charging not work unless you're strapped into it. Or maybe it'll fuck your ass with you holding the plug in your mouth, or have two dongs, one for each hole!"
"No! Peter wouldn't understand, I couldn't hide it from the kids! Please don't make me do that! I won't do it, jail would be better!"
Lois deleted that last sentence before sending. It would definitely provoke him. He was probably teasing about the chair - probably - it was over the top, but she wouldn't put it past him if she pissed him off.
'Would jail be better?' she wondered.
She'd been driving home from her parents' anniversary celebration. God they got on her nerves the whole evening, especially her dad! She stormed off drunk and someone pulled out in front of her suddenly from the left from a hidden drive. She swerved but she was so drunk it almost seemed like they wanted to get hit. She thought there had been no passengers. The driver got out of the car with what she thought was a shotgun so she peeled off.
The next day Lois looked at the damage on her car. The vehicle made it home, but barely. Whoever pointed a shotgun at her shouldn't have reported the incident, but if they were crazy enough to point a gun at her, they might be nuts enough to cause her trouble.
And what shotgun? It would he her word against theirs that there had been a gun at all. If the other driver were smart enough to deny it she just committed a hit and run with no extenuating circumstances - while drunk.
Because of this, she thought better of taking her car to any shops. Still hung over, that morning, Lois parked the wreck temporarily in a nearby field behind some rusty junkers that seemed to her to have sat there undisturbed for years.
It being a Saturday meant the family wouldn't be awake for a few hours. She cashed the first of the many stupid checks her father Carter had thrown in her face over the years in to smooth over arguments - as if it absolved him!
But ten thousand dollars would pay for a new used car and a rental for a few days, and Daddy probably wouldn't notice she cashed it. He probably assumed she'd cashed the whole stack of now expired checks she'd thrown away over the years. For her pride, and so that he would never again have the leverage of money to hold over her and make her 'behave' Lois never did cash a single one of those checks even when the family desperately needed the money. But this time was different. This time she would have to swallow her pride to stay out of jail. If her family found out, they were too stupid to keep a secret, she'd be caught, and they might wind up in trouble for helping her. They couldn't know anything.
She'd always felt like a doll, before she met Peter, always groomed to be a debutante and represent the family well, everything in her life from the endless piano lessons to the schools and activities she attended, seemed arranged to build her into some kind of prised cow, or a princess to marry off to another rich degenerate-playboy 'prince' selected for her to fall in love with 'on her own'. It all would have gone according to plan if she hadn't met Peter.
In case Daddy ever checked his books, Lois never did cash any of his checks. He might not know if she cashed this one. Doing the accounting himself was beneath him so after all these years he probably never even saw that she never cashed any of them. But money was as addictive as a drug so she'd abstained all these years. Lois wouldn't bring attention to it this time and wouldn't acknowledge it unless he did.
She could tell Peter the money was other driver's insurance payout. By the time she got home, she would have the nitty-gritty details 'handled'. Then she could see about hiring an out-of-town company to tow her wreck to an out of state scrapyard. Maybe she'd let the heat die down a bit first. It would be a trade off between that and the chance someone would notice her car among the other junkers. The cars seemed to be abandoned, but somebody must own them.
But in her mailbox that morning Lois found a note with a USB stick. The note said to look at the thumbdrive where she found a dashcam video showing the moment of the crash, continuing to show her car driving away swerving all over the road with its clearly readable license plate number. There were also pictures of the mutilated corpse of the passenger. It had been a woman. But now she more resembled hamburger.
Enclosed was the Rhode Island state laws against manslaughter, with 'No Statute of Limitations' and the maximum sentences possible underlined. The accident occurred at the end of the long road leading to only one place - the cul de sac with only three residences, one of which was the Pewtershmidt mansion.
The thought occurred to Lois that her clearly visible license plate was not even necessary to pin this incident on her. Any cop worth his salt could ask around those three places and find out who it could have been coming down the road. Worse, she'd been publicly drunk to cope with her parents at their anniversary party. She stormed out after arguing with her father, squealing away. Even if her family might cover for her, there were many casual acquaintances who would testify to her drunken driving.
The longer text file note on the USB closed with "I'll be in touch soon".
Two weeks later she got the package with her phone. The next day, after a tearful night texting with her blackmailer about her situation and his demands, Lois retrieved the matching buttplug in her mailbox, inserting it with difficulty, for the first time, resigning herself to wearing it temporarily until she had a better idea or a plan for escape.
Explaining the plug was too expensive to risk her smashing it in a fit of irrational emotion the blackmailer timed Lois' buttplug to arrive the next day after their first conversation. He said he was giving her a night to ponder and come to terms with her new reality.
The blackmailer only impugned that she was drunk based on her wild swerving away as shown on the video, but he had pointed a shotgun at her! That would give Lois an excuse for erratic driving, if only she could prove that - the shotgun was out of frame. Only Lois could know of the thirty to fifty witnesses to her drunkenness that night. She knew her blackmailer was bluffing, but Lois also knew the bluff actually had teeth even if the blackmailer did not.
If Lois guessed that the blackmailer was well aware of how fully fucked she was, she might not have considered submitting to his demands at first. He would hold too much power over her, if he knew, and what might he do? But she hoped him thinking he was bluffing would moderate the demands of the man who had pointed the shotgun at her and was now blackmailing her to some extent.
She hoped that after some time, something might change. Maybe he would lose his nerve - maybe he would develop some fear of being exposed for his antics with the gun.
That was the worst part, he had shown himself by pointing the gun to be unstable and therefore unpredictable, she could not count on her blackmailer to behave rationally. He might not be manageable as a reasonable person.
Returning to her thought, 'Would jail be better?', after two months under his thumb, Lois could answer confidently in the negative. Since this ordeal began she'd had the best sex of her marriage with Peter. Her goals and attention had been redirected toward catering to the new authority figure in her life, the highest authority figure for her really, a pervert who lived in her ass and puppeted her around. The small stressors and annoyances of life paled compared to the constant imperative in her keister. Aside from the night of the crash Lois hadn't noticed any violent tendencies. All his demands had been sexual and perverted.
Lois was aware of growing warm feelings toward her blackmailer. He certainly tormented her but usually playfully unless she deserved it.
'Deserved it! Listen to yourself Lois, indulging in Stockholm Syndrome!' she thought.
It was impossible to think perfectly clearly with the plug inserted.
He obviously enjoyed the game he was playing though, he probably valued Lois as his 'toy'. She was his possession and diversion if nothing else. Why devote so much attention to her unless it was somehow a labor of love? If he wanted to destroy her he could have done so by now without all this complication.
Her blackmailer controlled Lois against her will, it was true, but Lois had to be careful to avoid measuring her happiness before the incident to her current happiness lest she be forced to consider the conclusion that her blackmailer seemed to know better than Lois what was best for her.
'That's a lousy assumption Lois! He doesn't want what's best for you, that was probably his wife you killed, or his daughter!'
Guilt for her crime flooded Lois' mind. For the first time, she allowed it to wash over her so as to drive out the growing realization that she was happier now than before the crash. She didn't deserve to be happier. That woman didn't deserve to die because Lois flew off in a drunken rage.
Lois clung to the thought that her growing Stockholm Syndrome was too good for her, but it was hard to resist. Lois wondered if perhaps she should leave it in her blackmailer's hands to determine what her penance should ultimately be. Maybe she should just obey the plug and let come what may.
* * *
"That's the best Hundred Grand I ever spent Barbara, you're a genius," said Carter Pewterschmidt.
"I told you it would work like a charm Carter, have I ever led you astray?" she replied.
"For the price of a peasant jalopy and some chump change for actors, we've got our wayward daughter back where she belongs. That corpse looked great! Could have fooled me. And the stunt driver actually thinks he was in a movie shoot. He won't talk - no reason to."
"Of course not Darling, that's how we planned it."
"Don't you think we should let Lois know the guy with the shotgun she hit knows that there are people who know she was drunk that night?"
"No Carter, we can keep that as an ace in the hole. It might lead her our way so we won't use it unless we have to."
"I can't believe Lois fell for that sham news site. Parts of it didn't even work. Looks like she bought what was written about the crash though, a few clicks around and she'd have noticed it was all spackle, but she went right for the lead.
"Good thinking hiring that dark web hacker to create a device to put on her router to feed it to her. 'Lightning Arrestor' ha! They'll never suspect. 'I have to use the bathroom'. It was stupid easy to just plug it in," he added.
"Now that she's using our phone she probably wouldn't be stupid enough to try searching for it with that, and it would return the same site anyway. In a few months we'll shut it off and she'll think the story fell from prominence if she ever looks again. We've got her search history feed anyway so we'll know if we need to put the blinders back on her."
"Soon enough Carter, she won't search for such things anymore, we'll make sure of that," replied Barbara.
* * *
The next day the mail delivered the package containing her present. It was quite heavy for the size. It didn't occur to Lois to try and track down who mailed it. That would only end in punishment. In fact the postmarks were fake and the package had been left by a hired henchman dressed as a mail carrier.
Setting the package on the coffee table Lois went to the bathroom before opening it. The plug had just finished charging an hour after everyone left and Stewie was playing in his room with Brian. Feeling better, she sat down on the couch opening the box with a paring knife from the kitchen.
The package contained a large C-Clamp, something similar to a TV remote, and two halves of a metal collar. It had a two and a half inch gaudy green glass oval 'jewel' matching Lois' shirt. Was the collar stainless steel? The lustre was off, but it had to be a base metal given the obvious cheapness of the 'jewel'. Maybe her blackmailer was a professional machinist if not a jeweler because the metal parts of the collar seemed very sturdy and well made, belied by the cheap glass jewel.
The crude drawing made it clear that the halves of the collar were meant to go around her neck and the clamp would clamp it shut. Metal nipples fit into matching holes, but the nipples were slightly bigger than the holes. Using the clamp, the nipples could be forced into the holes but would not be able to come out once snapped inside by the force of the clamp due to the taper on the nipples matching the taper inside the holes. If she put the collar on, there would be no removing it without cutting it off.
Lois found the glass jewel magnetized. It could be removed easily revealing an anchor for attaching a leash under her throat. There was a small matching loop of metal in back, but she would be able to hide that with her hair down. The collar looked more like a collar than jewelry, being too heavy and sturdy and uncomfortable looking to convincingly pass for ordinary jewelry.
If she said it was some gaudy costume jewelry people would pretend to take her at her word, but they would know it was at least styled to be a collar, figuring her for a pervert. But there would be no fooling her family as she'd have to wear this all the time now. There would be no passing this off as a one time fashion statement. There would be no way to ever remove it if she put it on.
Lois perceived this all before even reading the note.
'God, this thing must weigh over a pound!' thought Lois.
She noticed a pattern of gold colored dots around the inside of the collar.
Picking up the halves placing them gingerly around her neck, she realized it would fit, barely. What if it was too tight? It wouldn't be tight enough to suffocate her, but it might be tighter than she bargained for. Neck size was one of the measurements she'd sent him in a chat along with every other seemingly at the time, useless biometric trivia about her but had she measured carefully enough?
Might she get pinched where the gaps were?
The note explained that she was to put the included plastic spacers between her flesh and the gaps when closing the collar to prevent this. And that she was to use the asbestos spacers when she spot welded the seams using the included machine.
'What?' Lois lifted the styrofoam to reveal a welding machine with what appeared to be a custom attachment.
The note explained how to clamp the device around the seams and press the button which would send a pulse of energy that would weld the collar shut permanently to prevent it loosening and pinching her. The package included grades of sandpaper to smooth it when she was done. She was to video it and send still pictures of the job when she was done, and then destroy the custom attachment and send proof (she could keep the cheap Harbor Freight welding machine).
'Jesus am I really going to hook this machine to my neck? What if it shocks me to death?' It did appear to be a regular welding machine though. The attachment didn't appear to hold any mysteries.
The note said the TV remote was already automatically paired with her phone and her buttplug. It had five buttons, one with a sound icon, one with a vibrate icon, one with two vibrate icons, one with a lightning bolt, and one with two lightning bolts. She pressed the sound icon. The jewel in the collar lit up and her phone let out a bell that sounded like a hotel desk bell. She clicked the vibrate icon. Her plug vibrated. Naughtily, she pressed the double vibration icon.
"Oh my God!"
Her plug expanded and began vibrating harder than she'd ever felt. The jewel in the collar blinked on and off furiously.
Frantically, she skimmed the note for how to make it stop. It was hard to read with the vibration.
She pressed the button again stopping the vibration.
The tests convinced her the blackmailer couldn't mean for her to be shocked to death. Why produce a working collar in that case? The attachment was designed to remove skill as a component of the weld. But Lois didn't trust the blackmailer to be able to create a reliable tool. If she used it, she would keep one hand on the wall-plug ready to pull it if it felt like she were being shocked or burned.
What if she refused? Would her blackmailer really send her to jail? He seemed to be having a lot of fun with her. He seemed to be investing lots of time and energy into his prey. What marvelous presents he'd given Lois to further his torment of her! Would he really give up his favorite toy (was that presumptuous?) to the justice system if she balked?
'Better not,' Lois thought, 'where would it end?'
He might lose control eventually if she successfully refused him. Even if he were to show patience, what if he became frustrated or bored? Maybe the fact that she had never refused him for long was the only thing making her worth keeping around. Maybe her compliance was the only reason he hadn't taken full revenge on her immediately.
There could easily be a deep cold lake of hate waiting for Lois beneath thin ice. But she might just feel sparks of fondness glowing warmly.
She thought of testing the voltage on the welding machine, but reasoned herself out of it. This was all too much effort just to kill her. How many volts was a welding machine supposed to output anyway? What would make it safe or dangerous? She didn't know. She hoped the blackmailer did.
'First attach the collar,' she told herself.
'It does sort of look like it could be a necklace,' she told herself, already thinking of ways to wear her clothes and hair to minimize attention to it.
The Clamp was only so big because of the foolproof design. It barely required any effort to screw it down until the collar clicked around her neck. It *was* too tight, but she could easily fit two fingers underneath - that was the recommended guideline, she remembered, to test Brian's collar for tightness.
The welding attachment was likewise foolproof, doing its job of welding neatly around the entire circumference of the seam with the press of a button. The asbestos pad, which barely fit under the collar and making it so tight she almost choked, and the large heat sinks that drew the heat away before it could conduct around the collar to her neck worked as advertised. She wore the welding goggles, but most of the flash was blocked by the device.
Stewie, in his room, slept through the whole thing, until the smoke alarm woke him. Some of her hair which she hadn't pulled far enough out of the way had burned, smelling quite bad. After a feed and a change, Lois spent the afternoon sanding and polishing the neat welds to a finish matching the rest of her collar. One would never know they were welded at all when she was done. This was important, as the instructions informed her that any irregularities would soon become unbearable, and Lois also felt that making her collar appear as much as humanly possible, to be jewelry would be critical to attempting to pass it off as such.
She put the whole kit minus the final 'goodies bag', including the welding machine, in the basement on a dark shelf. The collar had a wireless magnetic charging attachment like her buttplug accessible by removing the jewel.
She spend the rest of the afternoon with her collar and buttplug connected to the charger. The note specified a script she was to follow when she had some alone time with Peter. She put the 'remote' into the 'goodies' bag storing them in her nightstand.
She made dinner, had an ordinary evening, until bed time when she confronted Peter who hadn't even commented on her new 'necklace'. Meg and Chris were barely there, heading to their own rooms after grabbing a plate of food at dinner. She didn't fight it - especially now - it was convenient for her.
Peter never noticed little things about her attire. Lois felt oddly miffed that evening about it.
* * *
In bed, Lois snuggling up to Peter to begin the conversation, was shushed by his finger on her lips. Facing her away from him, he pulled out her plug, shoved it into her mouth and fucked her in the ass as they spooned. With the plug in her mouth, Lois couldn't get a word in edgewise, so on feeling him cum inside her, she put the plug back in her ass and his dick in her mouth.
Deep throat was something Lois always wanted to do, but had failed to do with Peter. It came down to him being so much larger than average and his impressive girth. Even soft, Peter's dick hit the back of her throat, so this time she sucked it back as far as it would go and attempted to swallow his floppy noodle. This time, however, with the tip of his penis almost in Lois' esophagus, Peter put a single finger on the back of her head holding her there.
It was too big for her. She tried to move his penis forward with her tongue but it was already too stiff. Slowly hardening, Peter's down-curved semi-boner began forcing its way down Lois' throat. Panicked, she tried to push away, but Peter brushed her hands away.
"That's naughty Lois, do you want a spanking?" asked Peter.
Lois stopped resisting. The tip of her husband's penis was already in her esophagus which had been the sticking point all those other times she'd tried. This time she'd swallowed it down when it was soft, and it was hardening. She dreaded what would happen as the girth and length increased and it straightened.
Changing position, she angled her throat to make way for the inevitable. Peter, sensing this, pulled her onto her back standing beside the bed plunging the whole length of his penis between Lois teeth into her throat in one thrust. Having had the tip inside, her throat now knew how to open and her throat made way.
Lois came from Peter eating her pussy, still coughing and gagging with the slimy worm slapping against her cheeks. Would she be able to talk? Both succumbing to sleep, the blackmailer's 'script' would have to wait till morning.
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Posted on : Nov 21, 2024
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