Lois' Blackmail (chapter 2) - find previous part in earlier blog post

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    "Petah, are you awake?" asked Lois.

    "Yeah yeah, just give me five more minutes Ma," he said groggily.

    "Petah, I'm not your mother," Lois knew Peter was just being sarcastic, "I wanted to discuss something with you before breakfast."

    The alarm on Lois' phone hadn't triggered yet. Courtesy of her blackmailer, she woke that morning from a painful shock sent simultaneously to her rectum and neck.  The text told Lois she wouldn't be allowed to wait till evening to try again.

    It was dark when she woke, but the sun now barely peered over the horizon.  Lois re-pointed the cameras in her bedroom and set up her phone to let her blackmailer watch.

    "Petah, wake up would ya, I have something important to tell you."

    Her voice seemed none the worse for last night's deep-throat adventure.

    "Sheesh Lois, it's still dark out!  Can't it wait?"

    "The sun's almost up honey, I wanted to talk about something last night before we had sex.  I gotta to get it off my chest now."

    Sitting up, Peter turned to look at his wife, looking beautiful in her pink semi-transparent nightie, holding a scrumptious smelling cup of coffee, which she placed on Peter's nightstand.

    Looking sideways at him, Lois asked softly, "Do you notice anything Petah?"
    
    "Lookin' good Lois," the nightie wasn't brand new, her hair looked the same as the night before.  Was that hard looking bit of hair still stuck together with his dried cum?  Peter hated these pop quizzes.  Lois' hand moved towards her neck.  Squinting, Peter grabbed his glasses from the nightstand; she was hinting at a necklace he hadn't seen before.  That must be it.

   "You got a new sparkly thing," he said feeling confident that must be it.  It looked weird and chunky to Peter, but even he knew better than say that.  If this went sideways he'd bring up the dried cum in Lois' hair.

   "Yes Petah, I am going to be wearing it now as part of my regular wardrobe, like the plug."

   "See," she continued, putting her husband's hand on the collar, "it *can't* come off."

   "How did you even get it on Lois?" Peter asked, that being the obvious question.

   "That's not important Petah, but it's part of me from now on.  Wherever I go I'll be wearing it, like the buttplug."

   "Wow, that's a big necklace," said Peter squinting his eyes, he wasn't sure it was very stylish.  

   "Petah, it's not really a necklace, it's actually a collar.   Look, it's got a loop in the back to hook a leash so you can walk me around like a sexy bitch, and one in front too, see?"  she removed the jewel to reveal the place for attaching a leash there.   

    Then, from the nightstand, Lois retrieved the leash from the 'goodies bag'.  

    "See Petah," she said, attaching the fancy four foot leather leash to the front of her collar, handing him the other end.  

    "What's this?" asked Peter mashing a button on the handgrip with his fat finger, sending a shock into Lois neck through the collar.

    "Yeoww!  Petah stop, it's a shock collar!" pleaded Lois.

    "Wow, nice!"

    "That's the low setting Petah, and let me tell you it really really hurts!  So please don't use it."

    "Aaaaahh!"  

    Lois' buttplug expanded.  Why?

    It wasn't Peter, she knew, she'd kept eyes on his hand, so it must be the blackmailer.  She'd said the *wrong* thing.

    Lois backpedaled, "Please don't use it unless you think I deserve it or you *feel* like it, she corrected herself."

    The buttplug vibrated menacingly inside her now.

    "OOOOH! Please!" she cried, as buttplug shocked her!  

    "Please use it whenever you want Petah, whether or not I deserve it. Use it just for fun if you want to!  MMMMM!" another shock made her bite down on her lower lip.

    Lois didn't know what to say, desperately she blurted out, "I deserve it!  I deserve it Petah!"

    The vibration stopped.  She'd said the *right* thing, echoing what the blackmailer mentioned in the script, that she deserved any punishment she might receive and that she rather had to earn repreive.

    "Lois, you're freaking me out here, what is this all about?" Peter asked, concerned, "Why are you spazing out on me?"

    "I just need you to accept this is the way it's gotta be now.  I *need* this Petah."

    That put the word 'deserve' in a new light for Peter.  She felt *entitled* to being zapped by a dog collar, or she was, at least, desperate for it.  Such an peculiar thing, but if Lois really needed it, Peter couldn't deny her such a small thing.  Lois seemed positively terrified that he might refuse to play her game, so maybe it really was a *need* for her.   Regardless, Lois' new fetish game been fun so far, and it *was* Peter holding the leash after all.  He felt a little silly, but Peter wouldn't let some role play wouldn't phase him.   

   "What's this trigger thing do?" asked Peter, pulling it.

   "Please be careful Petah, it vibrates my buttplug if you pull the trigger, but if you accidentally press the shock button at the same time it would send a *much* stronger shock into my collar and also into my asshole through my plug, at least that's what it's supposed to do, I've never felt it and I'm scared to try.  Just the button is plenty strong enough of a shock."

   "So I can't use them both?"

   "Ohhh!", Lois felt the plug's vibration again. The blackmailer meant for her to clarify.

   "Oh you certainly can Petah, whenever you want, but it would really, hur- hurt me a lot!"

   "Sheesh, I don't want to do that!"

   "I'm glad Petah, and I'll try to keep it that way, but it's tool that has to be in your hands from now on and you mustn't hestitate to use it if you change your mind."

    At that the vibration stopped.

    Reaching into the goodie bag once again, Lois retrieved the TV remote thing.

   "This is a special remote control Petah, it controls my collar and my buttplug.  Here, press the sound button."

   Peter saw Lois' jewel flash hearing her phone play the hotel bell sound simultaneously.  Lois explained that the first vibration button vibrated her plug and the second expanded her plug, vibrated it more strongly and also flashed her jewel.   The low shock button would zap her through her collar and plug at the same time, while the 'high' shock button (which was really medium) sent more current through her plug and collar while flashing the jewel and expanding the plug until the medium vibration button were pressed again to shrink it back to normal.  

    (Lois knew there were other conditions that had to be met as well for the plug to resume its normal shape, but those were not for Peter to worry about.  Pressing the button on the remote would not shrink her expanded buttplug if it were 'angry' for some other reason.  It was up to Lois to keep the plug happy so that it could be removed lest she be unable to use the bathroom or Peter be denied access to her asshole)

    "You can use the remote to summon me, and make me do stuff now.  If I don't perform to your satisfaction you can shock me, but Peter, you don't have to always shock me.   You could spank me, or use some of this stuff on me instead until I've learned my lesson.  I'll have to let you or you can shock me till I do."

    Lois dumped the 'goodies bag' out onto the bed.  

    There were wrist shackles and ankle shackles made of metal but covered in tan leather on the inside and blue-green patent leather on the outside with small brass 'Bowling' brand padlocks (made in Canada), and weird matching keys for use with them, two short but sturdy looking silver chains of different lengths, a fanny-paddle, studded with the mirror image of the word 'Naughty', a hair brush, a riding crop and a blue green ball gag still clipped to a black patent leather 'Branks' brand head harness to used to hold it in place.

    "Holy crap Lois, that's a lot of bondage equipment!"

    The stuff looked to be very high quality and probably very expensive, but that was lost on Peter due to sheer comedic shock.

    Lois grabbed her phone and began to film the bed, the toys and Peter.

    She began reading from the 'script' on her phone which was really more a list of talking points in outline form, but this section was somewhat more verbose.

    "You don't have to use this stuff Petah, but I have to let you know that you can.  Some of this stuff even scares me, especially that riding crop, so if you want to leave it in the bag you can, but if you don't want to leave it put away, that's fine too.  Use any of it as much or as little as you want.  I just need you to know it's always available.  You can use any of it on me and anything else you might decide you want to use.  Or you could just slap me around if you want, which might be easier should the spirit move you, you can even leave marks, you have my complete permission and consent to do any physical or sexual thing to me whatsoever from now on."

    "I don't want to slap you around Lois, I'm not some brute." started Peter.

    "Not yet, but I wouldn't hold it against you if you were, to me, I'd probably deserve it.  That's what this is about."

    Lois' plug vibrated.

    "I'd definitely deserve it," Lois added hastily and the vibration stopped.

    "Why would you think I'd want to be such a Jerk Lois?  What could I have done to make you think that?" asked Peter.
 
    "Nothing Petah, I didn't say you were a Jerk, only that if you wanted to become one I wouldn't mind.  Well I might mind, but it wouldn't matter.  I'm not saying you have to be mean or anything, but I need you to have the option, and I need you to know that you can't drive me away by being mean to me.  If you were mean, I'd just need to work toward making you want to be nicer.  
    
    "You don't have to work toward that, I already want to be nice to you Lois.  You should know that!" said Peter, surprised that he almost felt a tear coming on.  Maybe one would have if this all wasn't so bizarre that he didn't quite believe it.

    "I do know that, but Honey if that ever changed, and you decided to be mean then I would deserve it, and I *would* have to do whatever it took to make you want to be nicer.  And if what I did wasn't enough then you could always make me work *harder* using all this kit to be mean to me until I did, if you wanted.

    "You should try it sometime," she added, unnecessarily, uncalled for by the script, "you should try making me work harder to make you want to be nice to me."  

    'Why did I say that?' wondered Lois, it was how she really felt, but she was becoming too turned on by this, there was still much more script to read, and plenty of time for that.

    "It's confusing, Lois, do you want me to be mean or nice?" asked Peter.

    "I'll *tell* you how I really feel if you let me be honest.  If I say I want or don't wasn't something it's probably the plain truth Petah.  So if I ask you not to shock me or not to spank me so hard, or if I tell you I don't want sex because I'm not feeling well or have a headache, I'll probably really mean it unless I'm just teasing.  

    "But the important thing is that from now on the choice about what actually happens is always yours.  If I won't obey, I want you to *force* me.  You can do that physically, or with the shock collar."

    "I'm not going to rape you Lois.  You're crazy," said Peter.  

    "I realize this runs up against the laws on rape and abuse, but that's exactly what I need and deserve and what I am giving you permission to do to me.

    "It's a fetish of mine Petah," lied Lois less sure lately than she might have been not long ago that it was a lie,  "It's not you, it's *me* so it won't reflect on you badly.  It's MY fault alone that I deserve punishment.

    "I understand this is all strange and if you don't trust me though, but this isn't a scam.  I'm not trying to collect bruises and welts to cheat you out of your money in a divorce - let's face it, you don't have any money to speak of anyway Petah, you know I'd never have married you if I cared about money.

    "But I still couldn't ask you to break any laws.  Think about it Petah, imagine if you had all the power, like for instance if I were really your slave like in ancient-times, then any sex with me would be rape. Even if it were legal to rape your slave it wouldn't change the fact that it was rape.  Abuse would be legal as well, but it would still be abuse, and so on."

    "Lois, you're sounding like one of those nutball feminazis from the internet," said Peter.

    'I didn't write this stupid thing,' thought Lois.
 
    She went on paraphrasing the outline, "Even if, let's say, as a slave, I were to consent to my owner raping me, it would still be rape.  Even if I meant it, certainly nobody else could tell if I was sincere and possibly neither could I.  Even if I *was* sincere, then nobody would know whether I was unfairly driven to that opinion by the experience of being a slave.  So it would *still* be rape.

    "There's no such thing as legal slavery nowadays, but I what I am asking, Petah, is for us to LARP pretending *as if* I were really at your mercy with no recourse."

    Lois continued with the next bullet point, the blackmailer was apparently a Batman fan, "As the Joker says, 'We live in a society'.

    "I wish I really had no recourse," (no she didn't wish, yet wish granted), "but since we don't live in ancient times we have to use a 'safeword' to LARP this LARP.  Ours can be 'Rumpleforeskin' which is long and rare so that neither of us will accidentally say it.  But let us put it out of mind and pretend it doesn't exist, so you can sex me even when I say 'no' and we can both pretend it's really rape, and so we can forget that a slap to my face is the same thing as what happens between opponents in a UFC fight, or in Football or Boxing, what would otherwise be assault, but allowed by the agreed rules of the game we're playing."

    Peter heard of 'safewords' before, on the internet, so he didn't question the concept.  At least she wasn't a furry all of a sudden.

    Continuing verbatim from the phone as required in this section, Lois added, "And I promise never to say 'Rumpleforeskin' even if my life is in danger.  If I think I might be in danger, or something is too much, I'll tell you plainly, so don't wait for me to say 'Rumpleforeskin' to know I'm serious, and I'll try not to cry Wolf so you believe what I say, but there's no need to stop if you don't want to or know better.  And if you put that gag on me or another gag or I am unable to speak or unconscious, consent is hereby automatically given and implied for whatever you then do, since I won't be able to say otherwise and I want that to be the default.

    "I am very serious about making this game it as real as it can be and will try as hard as I can to keep my promise to never 'Tap Out' no matter what so take care because sports injuries and even sports fatalities really do happen, though I forgive and absolve you of any such accidents that might occur in the course of *our* game ahead of time.  It is my responsibility to use the safeword when needed even though I won't.  Just be aware that accidents can and do happen and though they really would be accidents, we don't really want any do we?"
 
    The blackmailer explained to her that the script called for her to mention this last point 'For her safety'.  The blackmailer told her she was never allowed to use her 'safeword' under any circumstances as she was being punished for manslaughter, in leiu of jail, so this was meant to warn Peter not to go too dangerously far.   The blackmailer warned her that if she ever used her safeword and she failed to convince Peter to impose sufficient chastisement before accepting her back, the blackmailer would impose worse, or send her to prison failing that.  This was her Peter though, so Lois wasn't very worried she would be driven to slip up and say 'Rumpleforeskin'.  She could just put that word far out of mind and let spiderwebs form around it until it was buried in dust so thick she could no longer read the label.

    Lois went on, now droning, as if reading a letter from the DMV, "I might not be able to keep from blurting out the safeword though though.  If I say it and then retract it, I should be punished severely enough to make me not want to say it again before accepting me back.  I do not want you to accept me back without due contrition and chastisement. Otherwise you might as well divorce me."

    "Lois, this is something you're asking for, I don't want a divorce," said Peter.

    "Maybe someday you'll like playing this game so much you will see it as essential to our marriage if we play this long enough, it'll become a comfy habit."

    "I don't know if I can go along with this Lois.  I want to give you what you need and you've clearly put a lot of work into this and have been thinking this out, but it's a huge lifestyle change.  You seem so serious about it, but I don't know if I can get on your level, I mean, a spanking is one thing, but this is a bit much and all so of-a-sudden at that."

    "It's not a big change Petah unless you want it to be.  I'm not looking for huge sudden changes either, but I want to get this all out of the way up front, so we can see where this goes and how far it goes naturally at a natural pace.  Now it's like we've arrived at the beach and the whole ocean is available for us to explore.  The ocean goes as deep and far as you want.  You don't have to go to the Mariana Trench, but the ocean wouldn't be the ocean without it.

    "I thought that was in the Pacific, Lois, we got the Atlantic."

    "They're all connected Petah and that's beside the point

    "I'm not asking for you to do anything different if you don't want to.  I'm just asking you to accept me wearing this collar and this plug, and handing you a remote to control them, and a box of goodies that you can use or not as you see fit, and that whole shpiel was just to give you carte-blanc.  I just handed you the keys to a brand new car, but it's up to you how you drive it, or even if you drive it at all."

    "Finally I want to say that none of this is revokable or changeable by anything I might say later without first saying the safeword.  And I promise never to do that for what it is worth."

    (The blackmailer forbade it anyway)

    The script was done, but Lois, moving down to put Peter's penis in her mouth, voiced her next thought before giving her favorite sausage a lick:  "I'm trying to corrupt you Petah, like a Succubus, by giving you all this power."

    Resting her husband's hot floppy meat on her face, Lois went on, "And I want you to corrupt me by using it, like an Incubus."

    Lois then filled her mouth with Peter's salty fast hardening dick.