Blackmail sex stories might make you sweat a little bit.
Blackmail sex stories usually focus more on what happens if the blackmailed keeps their end of the bargain. Like your sister, you thought I wasn’t serious, huh? You thought I would never make good on my threat if you pissed me off. After all, I’d be the sister of a panty-wearing sissy brother if I did. Well, you were wrong. I wouldn’t give a shit. In fact, it would give my friends and me something to talk about once they found out the horrible truth.
By the time you got to school, it was too late.
People were already snickering on the school bus as they received texts of something big that happened at school. Part of you was worried, especially since you know I get to school before you do, but you dismissed it. What a mistake. By the time you got there, it was too late. The staff was struggling to get all of the pictures down off the walls but there were just so many. On each and every locker was a printed picture of you dancing around in my pink panties without care.
Well, actually, I did show some mercy.
Over your face was an innocent little smiley hiding your identity. But that seemed to only inspire the school to hunt for the sissy faggot in the picture rubbing his tiny, hard cock against some girlie frills. So no one knows who exactly is the tiny-dicked pussy boy in the pictures…yet. You can’t tell anyone, not even the staff. They can’t help you. You’re stuck. If you don’t do as I say, you’ll find your identity revealed next time. That, you are sure of. When you get to your locker, you find me standing there spinning an empty roll of tape on my finger.
“You win, Crystal.”
“I always do. But you’ll have to be punished for letting things get this far.”
What could I possibly have in store for the little sissy I caught in my panties. Call me up for some phone sex to find out!
