Chapter Ten -- Challenge Accepted
As I sat in my bed the next night, in my silk pyjamas and cup of chai, I watched my video's views skyrocket with a mixture of dread and excitement. 10K views within the first 2 hours, 50K by the time I'd gone to bed, the next morning it had 75K. It shot up to the top of the 'hottest' amateur videos and I didn't even care to look at the other sites he posted it on.
Candidly, I didn't know how to feel, I was simultaneously terrified of someone recognising me, but elated by the attention and love I was receiving. The hundreds of comments from creepy men adoring me, fellow sissy's wanting to be me and people asking for my name and number did its best to drown out any worries. But all the while I would doom scroll, praying not to see my name either identified by a stranger or handed over by T to someone asking. This is my life now, I thought, a tight rope of excitement and dread.
I sat there, basking in the attention with my asshole covered in soothing moisturiser under my silk pyjamas. The night of I basically limped out of their apartment, pretty sure I was still gaping under my big coat and praying I could get down to my apartment without creating a mess in the lift. I spent the next day relaxing and recovering, there was no music playing that night, and thank goodness. Clever from T, I thought, he knows I need to be broken in slowly.
But then, something surprising happened. The day after I awoke feeling fresh and ready to enjoy my Sunday. I had a shoot scheduled for the whole week from Monday so this was my opportunity to get out there, meet my friends and relax before a week of creative mayhem. All in all, life seemed like it was back to normal, I threw on one of my favourite autumnal outfits, grabbed my camera just in case inspiration struck me and out I went. I met some friends in central London, went to a food hall and caught up about the night I missed out on. They were regaling me with their anecdotes, hilarious things that this person did, what places they went to and who they bumped into. Little did they know any of their stories paled in comparison to my night...
Feeling refreshed and bubbly we all parted ways promising to meet up next weekend. As I waved goodbye and descended down the stairs to the tube I got a text from an unknown number.
I scanned it, puzzled and immediately knew who it was from. The tone of voice, the directness. I forgot he had my number, it was only a matter of time.
"Video doing bare views, getting us some cash. Need more content today. Find someone random. Dont care who. Black. And suck their dick. Dont care where. Send over asap."
He then followed up with:
"If you dont, ill have to use the video of you sucking my dick. your choice. respond."
Fuck. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was used to the blackmail but something about it happening outside of their flat caught me completely off guard. It was my two worlds combining, the two people I worked so hard to keep separate; the photographer and the slut, the lines finally being blurred. I went bright red and my head started to pulse, I didn't know what to do. I just froze.
He didn't like the silence. He sent the video to me and then a screenshot of a pornhub uploading bar. "Respond or it goes up now".
My fingers darted towards the phone.
"Sorry daddy I was on a train, today? Are you sure? Could you not wait until tonight?"
I watched the three dots flicker, hanging on his every word.
"Bitch what did I say. We aint in, find someone NOW. I aint playing, it's uploaded in my drafts, want me to publish?"
"No sorry daddy, I'll do it now. Promise"
Then silence, I walked around the underground stop in circles for a few minutes in a daze. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I was going to do, or if I had the balls to do it.
I kept refreshing his profile on pornhub to see if anything had been uploading, nothing. I guess his silence meant he was keeping his word.
Think mouse, think. Put away the photographer, it's time to let the slut out. What would he do, how would he solve this. And then it dawned on me, the simplest solve to a complicated situation. I didn't know if it would work but it could get me so far, and hopefully from there mouse could take us the rest of the way. The secret was, I didn't need to put away the photographer, I needed him. That was the key to our success. He was the key to unlocking this whole problem. With an idea in my head I set down the stairs to board the next train, and catch my next black dick.