What a glorious thing it is, blackmail. At its most basic form, blackmail is simply defined as “any payment extorted by intimidation, as by threats of injurious revelations or accusations.” To the layman, blackmail is frightening, cruel, and borderline sociopathic. The thought of someone trying to extort money from you by holding sensitive information over your head makes most recoil—accordingly, you’ll never hear about a positive blackmail experience in mainstream media. Films and television programs portray blackmail as either sinister or as comedic, depending on the context. Never, ever, ever is it applauded or romanticized.
Yet in the darkest corners of humanity lie a different breed of humans who not only accept blackmail into their lives willingly, but crave it. The mere whisper of the word is enough to arouse the neurons in the brain. And these people who so desperately desire to be blackmailed seek out women such as myself to indulge their greatest fantasies. Why? Is it the thrill of the risk that maybe I will be the one to finally expose you? Or is it the thought that a strong, powerful woman knows your deepest, darkest secrets when nobody else in the galaxy can say the same?
Beyond those simple questions, there is a dirtier side to the art of blackmail. One mustn’t simply use their leverage in moments of frustration or desire. In fact, someone truly skilled will sneak up, when the prey is blissfully unaware that his life may be ruined at that very moment. The surprise element is what fills the prey with adrenaline and dread and longing and deepens the relationship. Offering your personal information to an unskilled stranger isn’t fun. It isn’t fulfilling. What fear do you have of someone you don’t truly know? There is the risk that she will, in fact, expose your information to the world should you fail to follow through with whatever it is she seeks. And if she does, your thrill is short-lived. Your erection softens. The fun has ended just as swiftly as it began.
What if you were to build a relationship with a powerful woman? And divulge your greatest secrets, your fears, your identifying details, your weaknesses… over time. A symbiotic relationship that ebbs and flows, and although you’re compensating this woman for her time, you feel heard and appreciated. As you learn one another’s idiosyncrasies, you feel as if you genuinely know her. She cares about you.
And then SURPRISE! You wake up one morning to a strange message from her, and she is demanding money from you. A lot of money. More money than you’re comfortable spending, yet here you are, eyes wide and mouth hanging open with shock, awe, arousal, and fear. This woman, in whom you confided for so long, has turned on you. She has delicately laced her webbing around your entire existence and you hadn’t a clue until now, and you are trapped. It is a suffocating feeling that you hadn’t expected and didn’t experience with the previous women, the women you barely knew. This feels truly dangerous, and she is elated at your panic. This is when the begging starts. The pleading. She won’t really hurt me, will she? This is all a game. This isn’t real.
But it is real, and she is toying with you now. The rest of it had all been part of her grand plan, and now you’re trapped due to your own foolishness and willingness to trust a dominant, powerful woman. She has you precisely where she has wanted you all along… small, weak, and trembling at her feet. Begging for mercy.