u/journey2fullchasity

There are a few things I’d like to preface before I start , the first being that this is my first story so criticism is welcome. The second point is that this is inspired by 50 shades of grey ( that movie had one hell of an effect on me . The next thing Is that I don’t want to waste your time so if you want a continuation of the story ket me know , if not I wont 😂. Finally alk characters in this story are 18+ and everything is done consensually .
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Chapter 1- unknown user

I was a hard person to understand in day to day life . I got the twinky stereotype of the blonde curly hair , the fare skin the thin but curvy smooth body , but I was ashamed of it all. I was ashamed of my 5’7 stance and the way my skinny legs carried my light weight . It never seemed right to me . My personality completely contradicted my look though , fierce and snappy sometimes, I wouldn’t let people talk down on me . My biggest flaw was when I’d go home after hearing and seeing people reaction to me and I’d let myself believe what they were saying. I was fresh out of Kingston university in london and had moved back to my hometown of Oxford where I was starting a trainee account position (something else in which dodnt fit my stereotype). My family weren’t rich , we were middle class , 4 bed semi-detached house at the end of a cul-de sac, 2 cars shared between each member of the family , an old brown lab called Barney. We were typical for our area , normal. Luckily enough my aunt and uncle had a small flat above a florist in the centre of Oxford they had bought in their youth and hadn’t gotten round to selling. After an easy conversation with them when I left university and the promise of a lower rental charge if I maintained and repaired any issues , the fault was mine , two weeks later I’d moved in . I guess another thing to tell you about me , I was an onlyfans creator. Nothing major , nothing large scale , just solo content I filmed once a week earning me an extra £50 a week. I know I said I was ashamed of myself but with cropping and editing, I felt a sense of pride when I dressed up and took photos of myself .

The night before my first day -
7 o’clock had just rolled around and I had planned that I was to film some content before I went to sleep . That meant preparing myself to look nice . I’d stick to my usual routine of stripping , showering , shaving , veeting and doucheing . Id then go to my bedroom and put on an outfit. I had mini skirts , leather straps long socks and fingerless gloves in all colours from pinks to red and blacks. Id then open my discreet equipment drawer . I’d always put on a chasity cage , I’m not sure why it just made me feel better about the look. In my drawer I had everything fluffy handcuffs , dildos , plugs . My safety relied on two aspects 1) it was me who was doing it , and I could stop that video whenever I wanted and 2) everything was of a small size . I’d never branched out into heavy duty equipment as I never felt comfortable enough to do so .

For this time I had chosen a black thong with a heart shaped broach on the back , some white fishnet stockings with bows at the top and a black mini skirt in which ruffled at the top . I’d then chosen to insert my favourite XS plug and film myself pushing on it whilst I released moans . 30 minutes had passed of intense teasing of my own taint , moaning , licking dildos and so fourth and I had decided to post some of my favourite pictures. The trick with onlyfans was to post on there first and then on X in which I decided to do like usual. I posted a normal teaser , me sat on my bed with my legs crossed showing off my outfit , with a tasteful caption of “ I hope you enjoy x” . Within an hour My post had 2 comments ,10 likes ,293 views and 6 profile visits ( like normal ). My eyes however darted to the bottom of the screen in which was where the little blue message icon appeared. I pressed it without hesitation expecting the same message I usually get from someone . The “ you looks so hot “ or the “ fuck , I wanna fill you up “ but instead Thid one stood out , it had a image . I pressed on the message to open the image and dropped my phone . What stared back at me was the distinct pattern of my wallpaper , the same curl on the back of my head in which would stick up in the mornings , the same scar on my back in which had been caused from a minor surgery when I was younger . This was a picture from outside my flat , zoomed into my room and focused on me . I stared at my phone and quickly got up to pull my blind down , Trying not to pay attention to anything outside . Once the blind was down I scrambled to my phone and messaged the user

“ who is this ?”

The user was One made a year ago , the same month I’d created mine , the profile picture was non existent and the absence of any posts or media made my heart drop . I looked back doen at my phone and a new message had come through less than a minute ago .

“It doesn’t matter who I am Jamie , what matters is how well you can serve me “

My mind flooded with possibilities of eho this could be , but no one knew about my account, no one really knew about my sexuality so how is it someone who knows me could be doing this .

“Serve you ? I don’t think you should be creeping around on me whilst expecting me to serve you “

My mind portrayed me a picture of the outside of my window , the rooftops , the absence of windows or secret hiding places someone could be looking at me from.

“ creeping around isn’t the word Jamie , observation , maybe . Now listen to me now , I’m not going to make this easy for you , but your going to be given a choice to make , and I really hope you choose the correct one “

“ I’m not sure your in the position to be making demands at me “ I type back quickly, unaware of the fact I’m still in my outfit

“ oh but Jamie I think I am , I understand tomorrow your to start your new job , quite a good one I hear , one you’ve been looking forward to for a while . What a shame it would be if this company was to receive an email in the morning of a link to your account.”

“ your not going to do that , you don’t know me , I don’t know you , now lesve me alone “ i viciously typed back

After a few minutes id been left on opened , I stared at my phone waiting for something to happen and nothing did . I turned my phone of and flopped onto my bed , my hands above my head face planting my fluffy duvet. Suddenly a chime comes from my phone and as I click on the X notification I’m presented with a nightmare

A drafted email to my company , screenshots of my account, photos taken weeks ago from outside my window in outfits I couldn’t even remember wearing due to it being so long ago . At the bottom of the email a short one line message was there expressing my name and address .

“Alright hard man ,”I type back biting my lip in anxiety “ what’re my choices “

“ good I’m glad you chose not to do that , you’re choices are 1) you open your blind and you do as I say or 2) that email gets sent to your company “

I stare at that message for 3 minutes, those minutes deciding what I fear more , my peers and colleagues seeing my humiliating pictures of me in all angles , or the possibility of a dog walker , waking past my window and seeing me . After my decision was made I sent back a simple

“1”

Time felt slower than usual, what was minutes felt like hours , I didn’t know what this user was doing whilst not messaging me , but as long as he was messaging me , he couldn’t be ruining my future career

“Perfect no from here on , you won’t send me another message, you’ll simply prop your phone up on your window , and do as I say as I telk you . Now open that blind and stand in that window , now .”

I slowly get up from my bed and hesitate as my hand touches the blind string , with a sinking feeling in my stomach yhe blind was pulled . From the outside it would have looked so awkward, my little petite body just stood there , not doing anything, but to This user it was heaven .

“ good , now I want you to slowly rub your hand over your locked dick and balls , I want you to immerse yourself in the feeling “

I do as I’m told I put my hand on my balls and slowly fondle with tgem , I could feel the tacky sling sticking slightly to my soft hands as I massaged them . I could feel the balls growing larger as if they were being promised a release , but my something about this situation told my head , this wasn’t going to happen. With my other hand , I held my caged dick , I imagined I was wanking it but due to the absence of touch of it , i was practically doing nothing . A minute passed and I received another message

“ nod if you like that “

My head gently dropped and picked itself up , doing so a couple of times , imitating a nod .

“ good now I want you to turn around for me , bring your phone with you so you can read my commands. Do it now “

I pick my phone up and place it on my bed , turned around , awkwardly stood waiting for my next command . My body stood as if I was uncomfortable but something about this situation , being controlled, felt thrilling .

“ now I want you to get on all fours and expose your precious hole for me “

I slowly creep onto my bed delicately , as if someone was listening even though they weren’t , and I put my hands infant of me . Due to my body being skinny , when I opened my legs slightly, my hole was already exposed , the glistening purple gem on the end catching light of the early moonlight .

“ now I want you to slap your ass , 6 times , hard . I can see you ,I know you can’t see me , if your not hard then that email is being sent “

I stare at the message and my mind and throbbing, restrained dicklet compel me to do so . I lift my hand and place it on my right cheek . I slowly Lift my hand and bring a thundering slap onto it , the pain felt good but burned on my skin like a hot summers day . I looked down at my phone to see an abrupt

“1”

I lifted my hand again and did so again, the pain intensifying

“2”

Again I lifted my hand an spanked , the pain was overwhelming me , tears formed in my eyes

“3”

My hand felt like it was slowly cramping but to avoid mass humiliation, spank!

“4”

My legs were hurting from the straddle and the arch but I couldn’t risk it , I just couldn’t, slap !

“5, one more”

I slowly lifted my cramping hand above my burning , probably red ass one which was being held up by my straddling legs , and I came down on myself, slap !

I looked down at my phone waiting for the number 6 but instead an image was sent . I opened this image and there I was , red raw , the blood had rushed to the yhe top of my skin causing a large painful red canvas over my ass . I was arching in the photo , my body perfectly framed to be seen from out the window , my hanging caged cock dripping Precum swinging between my legs .

“ get some sleep jamie , your up early in the morning”

My mind raced , wanting to carry on . Throughout this I’d tricked myself into thinking I didn’t enjoy it , but when the user left , it made me feel empty , useless. Had I really just enjoyed that ?

I got up from my position ,my cheeks burning at every step I took towards my mirror . I turned my head so I could see my body and it had only proven the picture . My ass cheek red raw in the shape of my little handprint .

I looked at myself for a while , wiping my tears away questioning what I was doing until I decided I’d had enough and I just needed some rest . I turned off the music I play to get me in the mood and completely undressed nude . I slipped into bed letting the fresh cotton caress my now raw cheek and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Not to my knowledge, but I’d be meeting the user the very next day .