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I went home with a new core memory. 

Chloe Cunt feels empty, used, and dirty as she thinks about what just happened. She sits on the toilet at her family house, hands on her lap, head down, trying to process it all. She can still feel the warmth of his cum inside her and the weight of his initials on the key chain. It's like a constant reminder of what she just did. She wants to wash herself clean, but she knows that's not possible. She can't get the images of their bodies tangled together out of her head.

She went to bed, fondling herself to the thoughts of rough sex that she just had at the glory hole with her blackmailer. She couldn't get the feel of his thick cock inside her, the weight of him breaking her, or the sounds of their grunts and moans filling the air. It was like a drug, and she needed more.

...

A few months go by as Joe, her blackmailer, continues to send her explicit photos of his cock every now and then. Chloe tries to forget about what happened, but she can't help but feel a certain thrill whenever she sees his messages. She tries to focus on her studies, her job, and her family, but there's always a part of her that's thinking about him.

She graduates from school with the worry of her past haunting her. She starts working at a new company, hoping to leave her past behind her. However, she can't shake the feeling that someone is watching her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Every time she gets a text or an email, her heart races, wondering if it's from Joe.

Her dad is getting her a job at a high-end business that deals with diamonds and jewelry. It's a dream job for her, and she's grateful for it. But she's got to ace the interview process with one of her father's closest golf buddies. 

Chloe wears the key chain with the initials of her blackmailer hidden under her clothes. She can't help but feel a strange connection to it, even though it's a constant reminder of the dark times she went through. She sports a cute metal butt plug in her ass, a gift from her blackmailer. She uses it to remind herself of the pleasure she felt during their intimate encounter, but also of the pain and submission she had to endure. It just felt right.

She sits in the office of her father's friend as Joe enters the office.

"So, Chloe, I understand you're quite the diamond enthusiast. Tell me, what do you think of this particular stone?" He asks, holding up a flawless diamond between his thumb and forefinger.

Chloe takes a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. "It's breathtaking," she says, her voice shaking slightly. "The cut is exquisite, and the clarity is top-notch. It's definitely a rare find."

She glances up at Joe, trying not to let her emotions show. Despite her best efforts, she can feel his gaze burning into her skin. She wonders if getting this job is just a favor for her dad and if he's using this interview as some sort of test. 

Joe pulled up an old cam show that Chloe did right before he began to blackmail her. He let her answer questions while he silently watched her. He could still feel the same lust burning inside him when he saw her. She had this innocent look about her that made him want to possess her.

Chloe feels the heat rising to her cheeks as she answers the questions, her mind racing as she tries to recall everything she knows about diamonds. She can't help but feel Joe's presence looming over her, making the room seem smaller and more claustrophobic. Despite her nervousness, she manages to keep her composure and give a convincing answer.

Joe agrees with her statement, not truly caring for what she's saying. "Why don't you look at this diamond on my computer screen? Tell me what you think of it." He points to the screen where Chloe sees a video of herself and the blackmailer from the glory hole. The shock on her face is enough to tell him that she's recognized the video. He smirks. "You see, Chloe, I've been keeping an eye on you. I knew that you would do well in this interview, but I needed to make sure. And now that I have what I want, I think it's time for us to continue our little arrangement. Show me that cute key chain and that butt plug. I bet you're wearing them just for me."

Chloe feels her heart race as she realizes that Joe has been watching her all along. She reaches under her skirt, unclasping the key chain from her thigh. She hands it to Joe, feeling a strange mix of shame and arousal as he takes it from her. "And the plug?" he asks, his voice low and demanding. She reaches back and slides the butt plug out of the tight asshole, presenting it to him.

He takes the butt plug, running his fingers over its smooth, metal surface. "I'm glad you've been keeping these safe for me. It's a sign that you understand our arrangement." He pauses, his gaze fixed on hers. "But I think it's time for a new arrangement. From now on, you're going to be my little secret. You're going to wear this key chain and this butt plug whenever you're at work, as a reminder of who you belong to. I pick your outfits, and I decide when you can go out with your friends. You're going to be mine, completely and utterly. And in return, I'll make sure that your father never finds out what happened here. Do you understand me, Chloe?"

Chloe feels her body trembling as she listens to his words. The weight of his control is almost too much to bear, but she knows there's no other choice. She nods slowly, biting her lip to keep from crying. "Yes, sir. I understand."

"Why don't we seal our deal with a kiss?" Joe suggests, his voice dark and commanding. Chloe swallows hard, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on her. She steps closer to him, her heart racing as their bodies align. Their lips meet in a heated, possessive kiss that feels more like an invasion than a kiss. As their tongues tangled, his hand groping her ass, it's clearly becoming a constant reminder of her new reality.

When they finally break apart, Chloe feels dizzy and disoriented. She's never been kissed like that before and has never experienced such raw power and control. It's both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. She tries to catch her breath as Joe leans in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'll give you some time to adjust, but remember, from now on, you belong to me. I'll expect to see those keys and that plug on you whenever I want. And if you ever forget, I'll make sure your father finds out everything. Do you understand me, Chloe?"

She nods numbly, still reeling from the kiss. She can feel the butt plug in her ass, a constant reminder of her new role. As she straightens up, she glances around the room, taking in the glittering diamonds one last time. They seem to sparkle with an entirely different meaning now, like tiny pieces of her freedom scattered across the floor. She wipes away a stray tear, determined not to let herself think about it anymore. "What would you like me to do next, sir?" she asks, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.

A few months later


Chloe obeys every command from Joe. He treats and rewards her for finding jewels and punishes her harshly when she fails to find them. He controls every aspect of her life, from what she eats to what she wears. He even chooses her friends. She has become a shadow of her former self, a mere reflection of Joe's desires.

Joe cocked his head to the side as he studied her, his eyes glinting with desire. "You've been such a good girl lately, Chloe. I think it's time for a reward." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box—the same one he'd used to give her the keychain and butt plug all those months ago. Chloe's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. "I thought maybe you'd like to wear something a bit more... special." He opened the box, revealing a delicate silver chain with a small, intricately carved pendant hanging from it.

She gasped as he slipped the chain around her neck, the pendant resting between her breasts. "It's beautiful," she breathed, running her fingers over the smooth surface of the pendant. The chain was cold against her skin, a constant reminder of her place in Joe's world.

He stripped off her blouse and skirt, revealing her blue bra and pants. She trembles as he runs his hands over her curves, his touch both possessive and possessing. "I think you look even better without these," he murmurs, throwing the garments aside. Chloe bites her lip, feeling exposed in just her underwear. Joe chuckles darkly. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're warm enough." He pulls her close, their bodies melding together as he kisses her deeply. His hands move over her skin, tracing patterns that leave her breathless and aching for more. "You're my slut." 

He bends the blonde bombshell over his desk and ruthlessly yanks the blue underwear around her knees. His eyes burn with desire as he takes in the sight of her pink, already swollen pussy, glistening with arousal. He spanks her hard, leaving a fiery sting across her ass and making her whimper. Joe growls in satisfaction and then roughly pushes two fingers into her, stretching her tight channel as he fills her with his fingers. "You're mine," he hisses, thrusting his fingers in and out of her, claiming her over and over.

The cold metal of his desk bites into Chloe's back as she feels herself being used, her body trembling with the force of his possession. She whimpers, arching her back in a futile attempt to get closer to him. The sensation of being completely at his mercy is both terrifying and exhilarating, and she knows there's no going back now. He pulls his fingers out, only to roughly push the head of his cock against her entrance, forcing her open with a harsh thrust.

His fingers coil a handful of her hair, forcing her head back as he plunges deeper inside her, his hips meeting hers with a brutal rhythm. Chloe gasps, her nails digging into the desk, as the sensation of being taken so roughly overwhelms her. He growls, his body taut with effort, as he drives into her, claiming her body as his own. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath between words. She can feel him so deeply inside her, and she knows that he could take her like this forever and she would never get enough.

Joe's hands grip her hips tightly, guiding her movements as he thrusts into her, their bodies in perfect sync. His breath is hot against her neck, and his words are ragged and urgent as he demands her submission. "Say it," he hisses. "Tell me you're mine." The words are a command and a plea, and she knows that until she says them, he won't let her come. 

Her lips parted, and the words tumbled out in a rush: "I'm yours."

Chloe fell in love with how little control she had in this moment. As he continued to thrust into her, her body responded in kind, meeting his movements with an urgency that only grew as they continued. The sensation of being owned, of being his, was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and she found herself craving more with each passing second.

 He breeds her repeatedly for months, making her get off the pill. Making the fertile slut carry his seed. She finds herself craving his rough hands and his dominant voice. She can't deny the way her body responds to him and the way she aches for him to take her. He fucks her until she's begging for mercy, and then he fucks her some more. He makes her suck his cock until she's deep-throating like a pro, and then he fucks her again, making her taste herself on his dick.

He brings her to orgasm over and over again, each one more intense than the last. He makes her beg for release, and then he gives it to her, only to take it away again a moment later. Her body is a living, breathing testament to their love and to their connection. She knows that there is no one else in the world for her but him, and he knows it too.

A year later 

Chloe looks down at her finger. A large diamond ring glints in the sunlight, a symbol of their eternal bond. She can't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder as she thinks about how their lives have changed since that fateful day. They've built a life together, filled with passion and dominance, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She can't imagine being with anyone else. 

Her hand was rubbing her stomach. A few kicks. A small smile. Chloe can feel their child growing inside her, a tiny reminder of their love and of their connection. Joe's hand finds hers, their fingers intertwining, and she feels a surge of affection for him. He's not just the man she loves, but the father of their child, the protector, and the provider. They're a team and a family, and they couldn't be happier.

The blackmailer and his submissive wife