09-04-2021, 02:16 PM
I woke up on Wednesday morning refreshed. My mind raced back to the day before, the night before, and realized it must have been the mind blowing fist fucking orgasm I had. My head fell back on the pillow as I took a deep breath. Everything that had happened recently seemed overwhelming. The blackmail, the riskiness in class, the awkwardness and the changes with Emma and Sam. It was all just coming so quickly and I felt like I needed a break. The bad news was I couldn't have one right now, I had to go to work, I had to be an adult for my kids, and worst of all I had to do what the blackmailer wanted.
I laid there for a few more minutes thinking about everything. I couldn't believe how turned on I had been lately, how much I had loved risking everything in class, and how hard I had been getting off. But as my mind raced over everything things started coming up that weren't as good. If I got caught at college how would I support Emma and Sam? I couldn't teach anymore, and we would have to move for sure, how would this affect my kids life? And even our home life had changed, Emma and Sam were now free to wear and be who they wanted, and so was I, I guess, and this wasn't bad, but it was a change from where we had been, and it was all because of the blackmailer. My life was changing in ways that I wasn't expecting from the blackmail, and I think that was what bothered me the most. It was affecting everything, not just me, and that was not good. With some increased resolve I got out of bed and headed for the shower.
I exited the bathroom in my robe and opened my laptop while standing. A new e-mail.
Subject: DON'T FORGET THE CAMERA TODAY!
That was it, one e-mail, one reminder. "Fuck" I said to myself as I closed my laptop again. I had to remember to pick up the stupid webcam today sometime, there was no way that I wanted to get "punished" again, who knows what the fucker would want me to do this time.
I knew I had to wear a skirt to class today, that was the one request. My desire to fight back was returning, and even though I knew I had to follow the rules, I didn't have to do anything beyond them. It would probably piss them off, but I didn't care, I had made up my mind.
I rummaged through my closet looking for a skirt, something sexier than usual, but nothing crazy of course. I pulled out a dark blue skirt that I knew ended about 4 inches above my knees, it was slightly pleated and light and flowy. I actually loved this skirt, but never intended for it to be worn to college. Even though this was definitely pushing the boundaries of what I would wear to class usually, I knew exactly how I was going to cover myself up. On top I wore a loose high quality t-shirt something I had worn before that showed off exactly nothing. On top of this I wore a long cardigan that flowed down below my knees, allowing my skirt only to be seen from the very front. And as a final touch of defiance, a pair of flat black shoes. I looked as comfortable as I could, and even though I didn't dress unsexy, it was 100% a step down from the last few days. I smiled at myself in the mirror, "Fuck you," I said thinking of the blackmailer.
I made breakfast for Sam and Emma while I smiled to myself, happy with my decision to not give in to the blackmailer. Eventually they arrived in the kitchen and sat down. Sam was back to his regular tight shirt and jeans, and Emma seemed to be taking every chance she had to dress sexier with her new freedom, today wearing a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a black tank top. If she liked it, it was OK with me. I said nothing and sat down.
We all finished our food with just a little small talk for flavouring and headed out the door. The three of us sat in the car as I drove us to college, all silent, all in our own minds. It was a quiet ride, but somehow not an awkward ride. I pulled into the parking lot, we all got out and said our goodbyes.
As I headed to my first class I felt in charge, powerful, unable to be beaten, there was no way the blackmailer was going to get the better of me today, I had a plan, and I wasn't going to break. I left my phone in the car, removing one way for the blackmailer to get to me. I brought my laptop with me, but I was determined not to open it during the day. Today was a day where I was in control.
The first couple of classes went by as usual. My skirt was shorter, but the sweater seemed to dissuade onlookers from really noticing. My lunch period was next, I went to the teachers lounge, ate my lunch and chatted with some of the other teachers, the bottom line was I was nowhere near my laptop, or the classroom. The rest of the day passed by and before I knew it I was done, I had done it, I didn't interact with the blackmailer, and I didn't masturbate in class. The best thing was I fulfilled his task, I wore a shorter skirt. Done. What could they possibly say?
Sam and Emma both had something going on after college, a club, or something, regardless I didn't have to drive them home. It worked out well since it meant I could go and purchase the webcam I needed to get. I drove the Bestbuy, grabbed the camera and went home. Everything just seemed easier today.
When I finally got home I went upstairs and had a shower, my plan was to wait and not check my e-mail until I was ready, not when I was forced too. I felt confident with this decision, I felt in control. The shower seemed to wash away any other worries I had. I dried off, put on a pair of comfy panties, sweats and a hoodie. "Fuck you" I said as I picked up my laptop and walked downstairs.
I poured myself a glass of wine, a little early, but it was what I needed, I sat myself down on the couch, my legs and bare feet tucked under me, and I opened my laptop. I was almost certain there would be a long list of angry e-mails threatening me, but again I was confident, I fulfilled my task. Could I reason with a blackmailer? I didn't know, but I had to control my life, and this was my chance. I clicked and looked at my e-mails.
To my surprise there weren't as many as I thought.
Subject: NICE SKIRT, BUT LOSE THE SWEATER
Subject: SLUT YOU BETTER DO WHAT I SAY!
And then nothing for hours, this is what was surprising.
Subject: YOU THINK YOU WON?
Subject: MAYBE YOU DID WHAT I SAID, BUT NOW I'M GOING TO HAVE TO MAKE THINGS HARDER
Subject: YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF SLUT
Another hour of no e-mails and then:
Subject: DID YOU GET THE CAMERA SLUT?
"Yes" I said out loud knowing that whoever the blackmailer was could hear me, or would hear me, or however it worked. I waited a few minutes for a response but nothing came, I closed my laptop and watched an episode of Grey's Anatomy, drinking my wine and relaxing for what seemed like the first time in forever.
Sam and Emma both returned home shortly after and went up to their rooms leaving me to continue my episode in peace. When it finally ended I checked my e-mail again and there was finally a response.
Subject: DO AS I TELL YOU
Subject: CONNECT THE WEBCAM TO YOUR COMPUTER AND SET IT UP
Subject: ONCE DONE DISCONNECT IT
Subject: AND PLACE IT IN YOUR LIVING ROOM WHERE I CAN SEE EVERYTHING ON THAT FLOOR
Subject: OH AND YOU MIGHT WANT TO HIDE IT SO YOUR KIDS DON'T SEE
Subject: YOU HAVE TWO HOURS!
I swear my eyes bulged when I read the lines. I didn't know what the webcam was for, but I would have never guessed this! He wants to see everything that is happening on this floor? The house we live in is open concept so you can see the living room, dining room and kitchen. My mind was racing again. Any relaxation I had was wiped out in a second. Suddenly I felt like any control I had was gone again.
As I started to get angry again my mind raced through all of the possibilities. If I did what he said what would happen? They would see me, and my kids, in the living area of the house. If I didn't do what they said they would spread everything that had happened around and ruin my career, and probably my life. But what kind of betrayal was this for my kids? For Emma and Sam? I was supposed to protect them, to keep them out of harm's way, and now I was going to let some fucker spy on them? Fuck!
Just when I thought I had some control back in my life I realized that I really don't, that my blackmailer is really the one in control, no matter how much I wished they weren't. I let out a sigh and went to get the webcam. I didn't know what else I was supposed to do. Having my kids on a webcam was bad, but what would it do to them if they found out what I had done? If we had to move? If I lost my job? It all seemed so much worse, but deep down inside my heart was breaking.
Luckily Sam and Emma hadn't come down so I had time to plug the camera in and set it up before placing it where I needed. We had a bookshelf where I placed it and hid it behind some books and knick-knacks. There was little chance Emma or Sam would ever look there or notice it. I checked the view on my computer and I could see almost the whole level, the TV, the couches, the dining table and the kitchen, even the stairs leading up stairs and the front door. If the camera wasn't for such a sick task I would say it would be a great security camera.
I threw the box out and sat back down on the couch to check my e-mail again. I felt defeated. It all happened so quickly.
Subject: GOOD JOB SLUT I CAN SEE EVERYTHING
Subject: NOW YOU BETTER MAKE DINNER
I knew what he meant, make dinner and call Sam and Emma down. He was going to watch us, watch my family, I felt sick, but what could I do?
As I prepared the meal I thought about how my life had changed and how I was now allowing some pervert to watch my family in our own house. A tear rolled down my cheek as the chicken sizzled in the pan.
"Emma! Sam!... Dinner!" I yelled up the stairs. As I did it I turned my head towards the hidden camera and looked at it, somehow I felt like I was looking deep into the blackmailer's eyes. I didn't know if my look portrayed hatred or sorrow, I was hoping for the first.
Sam came down the stairs first and luckily he was dressed like I wanted him to be, long t-shirt and sweatpants. Even though he wasn't the one I was worried about, it was good to know that the asshole watching wasn't going to see anything from at least one of my kids.
The problem was Emma, I had no idea what she was going to wear, but I hoped it was just as covered as Sam. Unfortunately a few seconds later I saw that my hopes were not to be. I watched from the kitchen as Emma walked down the stairs while looking at her phone. Cropped white t-shirt, and I was pretty sure no bra underneath as I could see her nipples poking through. Dark purple cotton sleep shorts hugged her hips and ended a few inches below her ass. They were loose around the legs and flowed as she walked. If she wasn't my daughter I would be turned on if I saw her, but I fought the urge and focused on the dinner in front of me.
The dinner was another silent affair. Sam and Emma seemed to be fixated on their phones and I was moving between seething, worried and sad as my eyes moved between my kids and the camera. Luckily they were sitting on the far side of the table so the camera was mostly picking up my back, my heavily covered back in a hoodie and sweats.
Out of habit I picked up my phone, the first thing I saw was a message.
Message: SINCE YOU THINK YOU CAN IGNORE ME E-MAILS I WILL NOW ALSO TEXT
My heart skipped a beat and my face turned red. I knew right then that no one would ever be able to look at my phone again. The added stress of this thought made me want to cry again, how could I keep this up? How could I manage everything?
Message: EMMA IS LOOKING GOOD TONIGHT YOU DID A GREAT JOB WITH HER
I was so fucking angry. What I wanted to do was walk over to the camera, rip it out of its hiding spot and smash it, but instead I sat there pretending everything was fine.
Message: ASK HER TO GO GET YOU A DRINK
I wanted to turn and give the camera the finger, but again I couldn't, all I could do was comply, what else could I do?
"Hey, honey... could you grab me a diet coke from the fridge?" I asked as normally as I could.
Emma looked up at me and replied with a simple "Sure".
I watched as she got off her chair and walked over to the fridge. I could see her ass moving side to side, and her lower back on display under the cropped t-shirt, and I knew that the camera was seeing the same thing. My mind struggled between liking what I was seeing, and being angry. I had to figure out a way to fight back, but the more I tried the worse things got.
"Here you go mom," Emma said as she handed me the can, "do you want to watch something on TV?"
What I really wanted was for everyone to go to their room to stay out of the camera's view, but I had to act normal, like I normally would.
"Sure, what do you want to watch?" I answered while getting off the chair, "Sam are you coming?"
Sam didn't answer and just got up off the chair, keeping his eyes locked on his phone, and moving over to a spot on the couch.
"Is it ok if we watch..." Emma started talking and I couldn't concentrate, I didn't even hear what she said, I just replied with a "sure", my mind was too focused on the camera, and the positioning, and what they would be able to see, and what they couldn't, where we should sit, how we should sit, how I could protect Emma and Sam from the sicko. Of course during my time of planning Emma laid down with her feet towards the camera giving it a perfect view down her body, maybe up her shorts and shirt, I wasn't sure, but I feared the worst.
Some dumb teen show started on the TV and I pretended to watch, but the whole time my mind ran circles around all of the possibilities. I offered Emma a blanket but she looked at me weird because it was nowhere close to blanket weather. I asked her if she would move so I could sit there, but again a weird look. There was no good reason for her not to be where she was, and I had to live with it for at least now. I thought about moving the couches around tomorrow, changing the angle of the camera, doing something to change things. The more I thought about it the more overwhelmed I was getting. I just didn't know how I was going to protect Emma and Sam, and follow what I was told to do, and teach, and live my life, all without anyone knowing. The more I thought the more tired I got.
"Mom..." I heard a soft tone from Sam, "Mom... you fell asleep."
My eyes opened slowly to see Sam and Emma laughing above me.
"Mom was the show that boring?" Emma chuckled.
"Uhhhhh... I don't know," I smiled back, "what time is it?"
"10:45" Sam provided.
"We're going to bed mom, not sure what you're doing," again Emma chuckled while talking.
I sat up on the couch and watched them walk upstairs "Goodnight guys," I said groggily.
As I came too I remembered the situation I was in, I looked up at the camera and gave it the middle finger, "fucker" I said out loud now that Emma and Sam were upstairs. I continued to clean up what was left in the kitchen, turned off the lights and headed upstairs. My phone buzzed in the kitchen and I was hit with the realization how lucky I was no one saw it, or looked at any messages on it, I also realized it was time to add a harder password to it. My hand grabbed it and my eyes looked at the message.
Message: GLAD YOU'RE UP
Message: YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB PLACING THE CAMERA SLUT
Message: I HAD THE PERFECT VIEW
I knew what he was talking about, Emma, god I wanted to kill him.
Message: BECAUSE YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB I'M GOING TO BE NICE
"Nice?" I thought to myself, "yay fucking right."
Message: TOMORROW WEAR WHAT YOU DID TODAY BUT NO COVERUP!
Message: DO NOT FUCK WITH ME
Message: AND CHECK YOUR FUCKING PHONE TOO!
And that was it, no more messages for the rest of the night. When I made it to bed I laid down and felt a tear fall from my eye. My life was nothing like I wanted anymore, it was all crumbling around me.
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When I woke up the next morning I felt a little better. My mind had reset and I felt a little more focused. I came to the realization I just needed to get through the day and do what I was told, then it was the weekend and I could regroup. "One more day" I said to myself before getting out of bed and starting my day. My clothes were the same as the day before, the same skirt, the same shirt, but different panties and bra. I got dressed, made breakfast and the three of us headed to college as usual.
As I was walking into the college I could feel eyes on me from the students. My only saving grace was that it was a hot day, so of course I would wear something cooler, and on top of that I wasn't wearing anything that scandalous, or at least that's what I kept telling myself. My skirt flowed in the breeze as I walked and if it wasn't for the circumstances I would have felt pretty good about myself, the way I looked.
I got to my class and checked my phone, no messages, and thought that maybe, just maybe, the blackmailer would actually be nice to me today. The hours passed by and the classes came in and out without any issues. Sure there were a few more eyes looking at me, but compared to other days this was nothing, this I could handle.
It was lunch before I had a chance to check my messages again, and of course there was one there. I picked up my phone and read it.
Message: OK SLUT TIME TO FUCK YOURSELF
"Great" I said sarcastically.
Message: GO TO ONE OF THE STUDENT BATHROOMS
Message: GO INTO A STALL AND GET YOURSELF OFF
Message: TAKE A VIDEO AND SEND IT TO ME
Message: AND DON'T LEAVE UNTIL I REPLY
My heart started to beat faster in my chest. I looked down at the messages again to make sure I wasn't misreading something. The washroom in the teachers lounge would be one thing, although risky on its own, but to have to masturbate in a bathroom where students would be coming in and out sounded insane. I was going to tell the bastard this exact same thing, that he was insane, but I thought back to my plan for the day, just make it through, just do what I had to, and regroup this weekend.
"OK" I said through a breath. If I go now it shouldn't be too busy, I can put my feet up and listen for doors opening and closing and only masturbate when no one was in there. Yes, this was the plan. I grabbed my phone and headed for the closest washroom. Inside stood two girls at the mirror talking, but when they saw me, a teacher, enter they quickly got their stuff, smiled and left. My hands pushed the stall doors as I walked by seeing if anyone else was there, coast clear.
I picked the last stall, it was disgusting, I couldn't believe students could leave it looking like this, but then quickly I realized I could. I wiped the seat down, positioned my phone on the toilet paper holder and made sure it had the angle I knew the bastard would want. Sitting down on the toilet I placed my feet up against the edge of the door, my eyes checking the camera and seeing my dark grey panties between my legs. To my disgust I also saw a little wet patch on them, sitting there, staring back at me, showing me that some part of me liked what was happening, I hated that part.
My ears opened as I heard the bathroom door open with a squeak. My heart pumping hard again. The student opened a stall door a few down from me and did her business. I waited. My feet still up on the door, my breathing trying to stay in control, trying to make no noise. A few minutes later the student finished, washed her hands and left. Peace again. My fingers quickly moved down and pulled my panties to the side exposing my now wet hole to the camera. I could feel myself blush, for some reason I was turned on, fuck. I had no idea how long I had until someone else came in so I tried to work quickly, two fingers jammed themselves into my cunt as my other hand started to rub my clit.
I laid there for a few more minutes thinking about everything. I couldn't believe how turned on I had been lately, how much I had loved risking everything in class, and how hard I had been getting off. But as my mind raced over everything things started coming up that weren't as good. If I got caught at college how would I support Emma and Sam? I couldn't teach anymore, and we would have to move for sure, how would this affect my kids life? And even our home life had changed, Emma and Sam were now free to wear and be who they wanted, and so was I, I guess, and this wasn't bad, but it was a change from where we had been, and it was all because of the blackmailer. My life was changing in ways that I wasn't expecting from the blackmail, and I think that was what bothered me the most. It was affecting everything, not just me, and that was not good. With some increased resolve I got out of bed and headed for the shower.
I exited the bathroom in my robe and opened my laptop while standing. A new e-mail.
Subject: DON'T FORGET THE CAMERA TODAY!
That was it, one e-mail, one reminder. "Fuck" I said to myself as I closed my laptop again. I had to remember to pick up the stupid webcam today sometime, there was no way that I wanted to get "punished" again, who knows what the fucker would want me to do this time.
I knew I had to wear a skirt to class today, that was the one request. My desire to fight back was returning, and even though I knew I had to follow the rules, I didn't have to do anything beyond them. It would probably piss them off, but I didn't care, I had made up my mind.
I rummaged through my closet looking for a skirt, something sexier than usual, but nothing crazy of course. I pulled out a dark blue skirt that I knew ended about 4 inches above my knees, it was slightly pleated and light and flowy. I actually loved this skirt, but never intended for it to be worn to college. Even though this was definitely pushing the boundaries of what I would wear to class usually, I knew exactly how I was going to cover myself up. On top I wore a loose high quality t-shirt something I had worn before that showed off exactly nothing. On top of this I wore a long cardigan that flowed down below my knees, allowing my skirt only to be seen from the very front. And as a final touch of defiance, a pair of flat black shoes. I looked as comfortable as I could, and even though I didn't dress unsexy, it was 100% a step down from the last few days. I smiled at myself in the mirror, "Fuck you," I said thinking of the blackmailer.
I made breakfast for Sam and Emma while I smiled to myself, happy with my decision to not give in to the blackmailer. Eventually they arrived in the kitchen and sat down. Sam was back to his regular tight shirt and jeans, and Emma seemed to be taking every chance she had to dress sexier with her new freedom, today wearing a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a black tank top. If she liked it, it was OK with me. I said nothing and sat down.
We all finished our food with just a little small talk for flavouring and headed out the door. The three of us sat in the car as I drove us to college, all silent, all in our own minds. It was a quiet ride, but somehow not an awkward ride. I pulled into the parking lot, we all got out and said our goodbyes.
As I headed to my first class I felt in charge, powerful, unable to be beaten, there was no way the blackmailer was going to get the better of me today, I had a plan, and I wasn't going to break. I left my phone in the car, removing one way for the blackmailer to get to me. I brought my laptop with me, but I was determined not to open it during the day. Today was a day where I was in control.
The first couple of classes went by as usual. My skirt was shorter, but the sweater seemed to dissuade onlookers from really noticing. My lunch period was next, I went to the teachers lounge, ate my lunch and chatted with some of the other teachers, the bottom line was I was nowhere near my laptop, or the classroom. The rest of the day passed by and before I knew it I was done, I had done it, I didn't interact with the blackmailer, and I didn't masturbate in class. The best thing was I fulfilled his task, I wore a shorter skirt. Done. What could they possibly say?
Sam and Emma both had something going on after college, a club, or something, regardless I didn't have to drive them home. It worked out well since it meant I could go and purchase the webcam I needed to get. I drove the Bestbuy, grabbed the camera and went home. Everything just seemed easier today.
When I finally got home I went upstairs and had a shower, my plan was to wait and not check my e-mail until I was ready, not when I was forced too. I felt confident with this decision, I felt in control. The shower seemed to wash away any other worries I had. I dried off, put on a pair of comfy panties, sweats and a hoodie. "Fuck you" I said as I picked up my laptop and walked downstairs.
I poured myself a glass of wine, a little early, but it was what I needed, I sat myself down on the couch, my legs and bare feet tucked under me, and I opened my laptop. I was almost certain there would be a long list of angry e-mails threatening me, but again I was confident, I fulfilled my task. Could I reason with a blackmailer? I didn't know, but I had to control my life, and this was my chance. I clicked and looked at my e-mails.
To my surprise there weren't as many as I thought.
Subject: NICE SKIRT, BUT LOSE THE SWEATER
Subject: SLUT YOU BETTER DO WHAT I SAY!
And then nothing for hours, this is what was surprising.
Subject: YOU THINK YOU WON?
Subject: MAYBE YOU DID WHAT I SAID, BUT NOW I'M GOING TO HAVE TO MAKE THINGS HARDER
Subject: YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF SLUT
Another hour of no e-mails and then:
Subject: DID YOU GET THE CAMERA SLUT?
"Yes" I said out loud knowing that whoever the blackmailer was could hear me, or would hear me, or however it worked. I waited a few minutes for a response but nothing came, I closed my laptop and watched an episode of Grey's Anatomy, drinking my wine and relaxing for what seemed like the first time in forever.
Sam and Emma both returned home shortly after and went up to their rooms leaving me to continue my episode in peace. When it finally ended I checked my e-mail again and there was finally a response.
Subject: DO AS I TELL YOU
Subject: CONNECT THE WEBCAM TO YOUR COMPUTER AND SET IT UP
Subject: ONCE DONE DISCONNECT IT
Subject: AND PLACE IT IN YOUR LIVING ROOM WHERE I CAN SEE EVERYTHING ON THAT FLOOR
Subject: OH AND YOU MIGHT WANT TO HIDE IT SO YOUR KIDS DON'T SEE
Subject: YOU HAVE TWO HOURS!
I swear my eyes bulged when I read the lines. I didn't know what the webcam was for, but I would have never guessed this! He wants to see everything that is happening on this floor? The house we live in is open concept so you can see the living room, dining room and kitchen. My mind was racing again. Any relaxation I had was wiped out in a second. Suddenly I felt like any control I had was gone again.
As I started to get angry again my mind raced through all of the possibilities. If I did what he said what would happen? They would see me, and my kids, in the living area of the house. If I didn't do what they said they would spread everything that had happened around and ruin my career, and probably my life. But what kind of betrayal was this for my kids? For Emma and Sam? I was supposed to protect them, to keep them out of harm's way, and now I was going to let some fucker spy on them? Fuck!
Just when I thought I had some control back in my life I realized that I really don't, that my blackmailer is really the one in control, no matter how much I wished they weren't. I let out a sigh and went to get the webcam. I didn't know what else I was supposed to do. Having my kids on a webcam was bad, but what would it do to them if they found out what I had done? If we had to move? If I lost my job? It all seemed so much worse, but deep down inside my heart was breaking.
Luckily Sam and Emma hadn't come down so I had time to plug the camera in and set it up before placing it where I needed. We had a bookshelf where I placed it and hid it behind some books and knick-knacks. There was little chance Emma or Sam would ever look there or notice it. I checked the view on my computer and I could see almost the whole level, the TV, the couches, the dining table and the kitchen, even the stairs leading up stairs and the front door. If the camera wasn't for such a sick task I would say it would be a great security camera.
I threw the box out and sat back down on the couch to check my e-mail again. I felt defeated. It all happened so quickly.
Subject: GOOD JOB SLUT I CAN SEE EVERYTHING
Subject: NOW YOU BETTER MAKE DINNER
I knew what he meant, make dinner and call Sam and Emma down. He was going to watch us, watch my family, I felt sick, but what could I do?
As I prepared the meal I thought about how my life had changed and how I was now allowing some pervert to watch my family in our own house. A tear rolled down my cheek as the chicken sizzled in the pan.
"Emma! Sam!... Dinner!" I yelled up the stairs. As I did it I turned my head towards the hidden camera and looked at it, somehow I felt like I was looking deep into the blackmailer's eyes. I didn't know if my look portrayed hatred or sorrow, I was hoping for the first.
Sam came down the stairs first and luckily he was dressed like I wanted him to be, long t-shirt and sweatpants. Even though he wasn't the one I was worried about, it was good to know that the asshole watching wasn't going to see anything from at least one of my kids.
The problem was Emma, I had no idea what she was going to wear, but I hoped it was just as covered as Sam. Unfortunately a few seconds later I saw that my hopes were not to be. I watched from the kitchen as Emma walked down the stairs while looking at her phone. Cropped white t-shirt, and I was pretty sure no bra underneath as I could see her nipples poking through. Dark purple cotton sleep shorts hugged her hips and ended a few inches below her ass. They were loose around the legs and flowed as she walked. If she wasn't my daughter I would be turned on if I saw her, but I fought the urge and focused on the dinner in front of me.
The dinner was another silent affair. Sam and Emma seemed to be fixated on their phones and I was moving between seething, worried and sad as my eyes moved between my kids and the camera. Luckily they were sitting on the far side of the table so the camera was mostly picking up my back, my heavily covered back in a hoodie and sweats.
Out of habit I picked up my phone, the first thing I saw was a message.
Message: SINCE YOU THINK YOU CAN IGNORE ME E-MAILS I WILL NOW ALSO TEXT
My heart skipped a beat and my face turned red. I knew right then that no one would ever be able to look at my phone again. The added stress of this thought made me want to cry again, how could I keep this up? How could I manage everything?
Message: EMMA IS LOOKING GOOD TONIGHT YOU DID A GREAT JOB WITH HER
I was so fucking angry. What I wanted to do was walk over to the camera, rip it out of its hiding spot and smash it, but instead I sat there pretending everything was fine.
Message: ASK HER TO GO GET YOU A DRINK
I wanted to turn and give the camera the finger, but again I couldn't, all I could do was comply, what else could I do?
"Hey, honey... could you grab me a diet coke from the fridge?" I asked as normally as I could.
Emma looked up at me and replied with a simple "Sure".
I watched as she got off her chair and walked over to the fridge. I could see her ass moving side to side, and her lower back on display under the cropped t-shirt, and I knew that the camera was seeing the same thing. My mind struggled between liking what I was seeing, and being angry. I had to figure out a way to fight back, but the more I tried the worse things got.
"Here you go mom," Emma said as she handed me the can, "do you want to watch something on TV?"
What I really wanted was for everyone to go to their room to stay out of the camera's view, but I had to act normal, like I normally would.
"Sure, what do you want to watch?" I answered while getting off the chair, "Sam are you coming?"
Sam didn't answer and just got up off the chair, keeping his eyes locked on his phone, and moving over to a spot on the couch.
"Is it ok if we watch..." Emma started talking and I couldn't concentrate, I didn't even hear what she said, I just replied with a "sure", my mind was too focused on the camera, and the positioning, and what they would be able to see, and what they couldn't, where we should sit, how we should sit, how I could protect Emma and Sam from the sicko. Of course during my time of planning Emma laid down with her feet towards the camera giving it a perfect view down her body, maybe up her shorts and shirt, I wasn't sure, but I feared the worst.
Some dumb teen show started on the TV and I pretended to watch, but the whole time my mind ran circles around all of the possibilities. I offered Emma a blanket but she looked at me weird because it was nowhere close to blanket weather. I asked her if she would move so I could sit there, but again a weird look. There was no good reason for her not to be where she was, and I had to live with it for at least now. I thought about moving the couches around tomorrow, changing the angle of the camera, doing something to change things. The more I thought about it the more overwhelmed I was getting. I just didn't know how I was going to protect Emma and Sam, and follow what I was told to do, and teach, and live my life, all without anyone knowing. The more I thought the more tired I got.
"Mom..." I heard a soft tone from Sam, "Mom... you fell asleep."
My eyes opened slowly to see Sam and Emma laughing above me.
"Mom was the show that boring?" Emma chuckled.
"Uhhhhh... I don't know," I smiled back, "what time is it?"
"10:45" Sam provided.
"We're going to bed mom, not sure what you're doing," again Emma chuckled while talking.
I sat up on the couch and watched them walk upstairs "Goodnight guys," I said groggily.
As I came too I remembered the situation I was in, I looked up at the camera and gave it the middle finger, "fucker" I said out loud now that Emma and Sam were upstairs. I continued to clean up what was left in the kitchen, turned off the lights and headed upstairs. My phone buzzed in the kitchen and I was hit with the realization how lucky I was no one saw it, or looked at any messages on it, I also realized it was time to add a harder password to it. My hand grabbed it and my eyes looked at the message.
Message: GLAD YOU'RE UP
Message: YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB PLACING THE CAMERA SLUT
Message: I HAD THE PERFECT VIEW
I knew what he was talking about, Emma, god I wanted to kill him.
Message: BECAUSE YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB I'M GOING TO BE NICE
"Nice?" I thought to myself, "yay fucking right."
Message: TOMORROW WEAR WHAT YOU DID TODAY BUT NO COVERUP!
Message: DO NOT FUCK WITH ME
Message: AND CHECK YOUR FUCKING PHONE TOO!
And that was it, no more messages for the rest of the night. When I made it to bed I laid down and felt a tear fall from my eye. My life was nothing like I wanted anymore, it was all crumbling around me.
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When I woke up the next morning I felt a little better. My mind had reset and I felt a little more focused. I came to the realization I just needed to get through the day and do what I was told, then it was the weekend and I could regroup. "One more day" I said to myself before getting out of bed and starting my day. My clothes were the same as the day before, the same skirt, the same shirt, but different panties and bra. I got dressed, made breakfast and the three of us headed to college as usual.
As I was walking into the college I could feel eyes on me from the students. My only saving grace was that it was a hot day, so of course I would wear something cooler, and on top of that I wasn't wearing anything that scandalous, or at least that's what I kept telling myself. My skirt flowed in the breeze as I walked and if it wasn't for the circumstances I would have felt pretty good about myself, the way I looked.
I got to my class and checked my phone, no messages, and thought that maybe, just maybe, the blackmailer would actually be nice to me today. The hours passed by and the classes came in and out without any issues. Sure there were a few more eyes looking at me, but compared to other days this was nothing, this I could handle.
It was lunch before I had a chance to check my messages again, and of course there was one there. I picked up my phone and read it.
Message: OK SLUT TIME TO FUCK YOURSELF
"Great" I said sarcastically.
Message: GO TO ONE OF THE STUDENT BATHROOMS
Message: GO INTO A STALL AND GET YOURSELF OFF
Message: TAKE A VIDEO AND SEND IT TO ME
Message: AND DON'T LEAVE UNTIL I REPLY
My heart started to beat faster in my chest. I looked down at the messages again to make sure I wasn't misreading something. The washroom in the teachers lounge would be one thing, although risky on its own, but to have to masturbate in a bathroom where students would be coming in and out sounded insane. I was going to tell the bastard this exact same thing, that he was insane, but I thought back to my plan for the day, just make it through, just do what I had to, and regroup this weekend.
"OK" I said through a breath. If I go now it shouldn't be too busy, I can put my feet up and listen for doors opening and closing and only masturbate when no one was in there. Yes, this was the plan. I grabbed my phone and headed for the closest washroom. Inside stood two girls at the mirror talking, but when they saw me, a teacher, enter they quickly got their stuff, smiled and left. My hands pushed the stall doors as I walked by seeing if anyone else was there, coast clear.
I picked the last stall, it was disgusting, I couldn't believe students could leave it looking like this, but then quickly I realized I could. I wiped the seat down, positioned my phone on the toilet paper holder and made sure it had the angle I knew the bastard would want. Sitting down on the toilet I placed my feet up against the edge of the door, my eyes checking the camera and seeing my dark grey panties between my legs. To my disgust I also saw a little wet patch on them, sitting there, staring back at me, showing me that some part of me liked what was happening, I hated that part.
My ears opened as I heard the bathroom door open with a squeak. My heart pumping hard again. The student opened a stall door a few down from me and did her business. I waited. My feet still up on the door, my breathing trying to stay in control, trying to make no noise. A few minutes later the student finished, washed her hands and left. Peace again. My fingers quickly moved down and pulled my panties to the side exposing my now wet hole to the camera. I could feel myself blush, for some reason I was turned on, fuck. I had no idea how long I had until someone else came in so I tried to work quickly, two fingers jammed themselves into my cunt as my other hand started to rub my clit.
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