Free Her Master Demands (Dark BDSM Erotica) by Dan Bruce Page A

you’re wrong,” Adam had said. “Tell
her why you’ll do this, Emily.”
    Emily!
    Up until that point it had been the worst imaginable
nightmare: the grovelling before Tessa; the sight of her ugly ass;
the horror of what Her Master had commanded. Emily had feared she
might fail, because she knew she would try, no matter how revolting
the act would prove. There was no way on earth she could defy Her
Master. If this was what he wanted, then Emily would do her best to
meet his demands.
    But he had called her ‘Emily’ which had set her mind racing!
Was that a slip of the tongue? No! Everything Emily had witnessed
and heard about this man had been the work of a Master strategist,
who did everything on purpose. He’d left the scarf on when he could
have shamed her with the collar – that a clear calculated move. And
using Emily’s proper name had unquestionably been
deliberate.
    Then the words had come back. They were never difficult to
recall – she could remember almost everything Her Master said to
her, and she had remembered this verbatim...
    “ Oh – well you must call me Adam if I’m calling you Emily. And
are you working late tonight... Emily?”
    Using her wits, Emily had carefully answered.
    “I’m doing it because you are asking me to...
Adam.”
    “Of course you are... and I’m sorry that I blackmailed you
into it. But you can stop now, Emily – I think the game is up for
Ms. Clifford.”
    Tessa Clifford had been struck mute and apparently paralysed,
for she just held her position, gawping as Emily moved out of the
way, just as Her Master had pulled out a camera and took three
rapid snaps of Tessa’s unattractive butt along with her horrified
face. Finally Tessa’s brain had clicked into gear and she managed
to get herself in a more dignified state, pulling up her knickers
and dropping her skirt.
    “What’s going on? I thought we had a deal?” she had cried in
confusion.
    “We did,” Emily’s Master had replied calmly. “You said you
wanted Emily to get down on her knees and kiss your fat ass – well
she’s done that – in a figurative sense at least, which is what you
always intended. And with the recording I’ve just made of your
disgusting confession, backed up by these incriminating photographs
– I’d say I’ve delivered my own part of the bargain – for you are
now... WELL AND TRULY FUCKED!!!”
    “No! No! It’s a trick,” Tessa had hollered, her eyes bulging
in panic. “I’ll say you lured me down here. You wouldn’t risk it
anyway. You’d lose your job as well if this comes out, so you
wouldn’t dare.”
    “Wouldn’t I?” Adam had laughed. “That’s where you’re wrong
Tessa. I’m planning to go and see Willy Ross tomorrow and make a
full confession. I’m going to tell him how I wanted a job in sales
– a job that you agreed I had the personal qualities for, but you
were reluctant to put me forward for. The story will go that you
demanded sexual favours, which I refused to give – let’s face it
Tessa – who would believe I’d agree to stick my cock into a fat
ugly mess like you! I’m surprised that even you fell for that! Then
as an alternative bribe, and to prove that I could manipulate at
the highest levels, you asked for this: that I seduce Emily
Johnson, whom I was more than happy to fuck, and then blackmail her
into debasing herself in a manner of your choice, or else I’d spill
the beans on her infidelity to her husband. Of course I couldn’t
see it through – hence the sting in the tail at the
end.”
    Adam had paused for a moment to let it all sink in. Emily had
gawped at him: at that poker player face, no idea if Her Master was
bluffing or not. But Tessa was buying it, her face was a picture of
abject horror - for she was the one who had raised the stakes,
gambled so much and now stood to lose.
    “And what will be the outcome?” Adam had added, hammering it
home to the woman he had tricked. “Well, with the recording as
evidence – you’d