Female waxer turned out to be my rival's best friend CFNM SPH blackmail femdom - updated chapter 5 (April 28)

[BABYRYAN2121]

I love that she made him smile for the picture!!!! so humiliating smiling with his tiny penis on display!

[JustHere10]

Nice chapter! I wonder if Jim's other co-workers will witness his embarrassing secret too?? Or if the boss puts him in even more humiliating situations now too..lots of possibilities!

[Cooldude50]

Could some continue this? Or do another one like it. This is one of my favorite story lines

[jllash]

I didn't have any plans or ideas for the next chapter, but seeing this thread bumped made me think about it and the idea of surveillance footage came to mind and I thought it could lead to something fun with a new character: Alice.

Thanks for the interest and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 5 - Surveillance Footage

Alice yawned and stretched in the dim glow of the security office monitors. Another late night shift alone, just her, stale coffee, and twelve flickering screens displaying every corner of the empty office complex. She absentmindedly scratched her collarbone, the polyester security uniform stiff against her skin.

Alice blinked at monitor seven, rubbing her eyes. The grainy footage showed two figures standing by a cubicle, some finance drone and a woman in a pencil skirt. Nothing unusual for late-night overtime... until the man unbuttoned his shirt. Alice sat up straighter, coffee forgotten.

"Huh?" she muttered, zooming in. The woman was gesturing impatiently. The man's shoulders slumped as he handed over his dress shirt. She watched, dumbfounded, as the man unbuckled his pants.

Alice fumbled for the incident logbook, then paused. What would she even write? *Male employee stripping at cubicle B14, possible sexual harassment?* Her cheeks warmed as the man stepped out of his trousers, standing there in just his boxers. The woman said something, pointing downward. With visible reluctance, he hooked his thumbs into his waistband.

Alice's fingers hovered over the keyboard, torn between professionalism and sheer disbelief. The man was now peeling off his boxers with a defeated look. He was now completely naked. In the office. In a cubicle. A professional work environment. At 11:37pm on a Tuesday.

"What the hell," she breathed, watching the woman carry away the pile of clothes in her arms. Alice instinctively glanced at the other monitors, empty hallways, darkened break rooms, before fumbling for her phone. Alice's thumb trembled as she hit record, capturing the surreal moment on the monitors with her phone camera, a view of the naked man perfectly in frame.

Alice exhaled through pursed lips, letting the incident logbook fall shut with a soft *thump*. Corporate policy demanded she report any "unprofessional conduct," but nothing in the security manual covered *this*. The woman clearly held all the cards here. The man's slumped shoulders and jerky nods definitely weren't sexual harassment, if anything they were surrender.

Alice's phone screen glowed as she recorded the bizarre scene, the man now sat rigid at his desk, completely nude, scribbling furiously on a notepad while occasionally glancing toward the woman's office. His knees kept bumping together as if fighting the instinct to cover himself. Every few seconds, his head snapped up toward the hallway, shoulders tensing at imagined footsteps.

Alice leaned back in her squeaky chair, nibbling the end of her pen as she watched the naked man squirm on screen. "Well this is new," she murmured, the monitor's glow casting shadows across her amused grin. Her mind spun with possibilities, what kind of corporate insanity had she just stumbled upon?

She tapped the pen against her teeth. Marketing department, right? Those creative types were always doing weird shit for "team building." Maybe this was some twisted hazing ritual for new hires. The woman certainly carried herself like someone who enjoyed psychological torture. Alice smirked, imagining the PowerPoint slide: *Welcome to the team! Now strip.*

Alice tilted her head, watching as the naked man fidgeted at his desk. The absurdity of it all made her snort. *Definitely not a new hire,* she mused. She'd seen him on the security cameras for at least the past few months.

*Maybe he's a nudist?* Alice watched the man shift awkwardly in his chair. He's too nervous for that. Besides, the woman had vanished into her office with his clothes, leaving him stranded at his cubicle.

*Maybe he lost a bet?* Alice smirked, spinning her chair idly as she watched the naked man fidget on-screen. She imagined the scenario, some drunken office happy hour, a stupid challenge thrown down with too much confidence. *"The blahblah football team will win! If they don't I'll work in the office naked!"* Alice chuckled to herself as she imagined the man's cocky grin fading as he realized he'd actually have to follow through.

Before she could consider any other explanation Alice noticed Mrs. Emerson, *the* Mrs. Emerson, VP of Marketing, appeared on monitor three, striding down the hallway before reaching Rachel’s office, rapping twice on the closed door. The woman opened the door and they exchanged a few words. Then they moved, down the hallway toward Jim's cubicle.

Alice doubled over laughing when she saw Jim react to his predicament, in one jerky motion he was shoving back from the desk, bare ass exposed as he scrambled underneath, and pulling the chair back into place to conceal himself.

Alice's leaned closer, watching Mrs. Emerson click to a stop beside the cubicle. The naked man had vanished, just the slightest tremor of the office chair betraying his hiding spot. Rachel (Alice had caught the name on her office door now) folded her arms, one eyebrow arching as Mrs. Emerson gestured toward the empty seat.

They spoke for another moment before Mrs. Emerson strolled away, down the hallway.

Rachel waited until the VP turned the corner before crouching beside the chair. With one sharp yank, she pulled it back to reveal the naked man curled beneath the desk like a startled crab, snapping a photo with her phone.

Alice's fingers dug into her armrests as Rachel circled the naked man like a shark. The security feed showed Rachel gesturing sharply, clearly firing off questions, while the man's hands fluttered uselessly, unable to decide between covering his crotch or gesturing professionally. Alice snorted when Rachel snapped her fingers and pointed downward in a clear *drop them* motion. The man hesitated, then let his hands fall to his sides, his shoulders hunching as if trying to shrink into the carpet.

"Woah," Alice whispered, watching Rachel lean in to say something that made the man's cheeks flush darker. His mouth moved rapidly, probably defending some spreadsheet, while Rachel's gaze dipped pointedly below his waist. Alice tilted her head, fascinated at the sight of a naked man in the office speaking to another woman about work. Then Rachel did something unexpected: she kicked off one high heel and pressed her stockinged foot against his groin mid-sentence. The man's jaw clicked shut.

Rachel's toes flexed deliberately. The man's mouth kept moving, still answering, somehow, but his hips jerked slightly as an erection formed. Alice exhaled sharply through her nose. This wasn't just nudity or humiliation, it was practically porn!

Rachel withdrew her foot abruptly, leaving the man swaying slightly with a visible erection as she turned on her heel and walked away. The naked man shuffle after her like a chastised dog, his erection bobbing absurdly with each step, entering her office.

There weren't any cameras in Rachel's office so there was a moment where nothing seemed to happen before the office door swung open on monitor seven. Rachel strode out, with Jim trailing behind her like a scolded intern, now fully dressed. The transformation from naked humiliation to polished professional was so complete it made Alice question whether she'd hallucinated the last hour. She watched them disappear into the elevator, the doors closing.

Alice stared at the empty elevator lobby, fingers drumming against her security console. The monitors now showed nothing but deserted hallways, Rachel and her naked victim vanishing into the night like some bizarre corporate fever dream. She rewound the footage, watching Jim’s frantic scramble under the desk in reverse, his pale ass retreating backward.

"Yeah, no way I'm explaining *that* in writing." Instead, she plugged in a spare thumb drive and copied the video files onto it. She knew the camera system would delete the original files eventually and she just had to have a copy of it.

Alice ejected the thumb drive with a soft *click*, rolling it between her fingers like stolen contraband. The security office hummed with the white noise of dormant computers and flickering monitors, but her mind buzzed with far stranger static. She'd seen office affairs before, furtive kisses in supply closets, interns sneaking out rumpled, but nothing like *this*.

She slid the drive into her purse, rewinding the scene in her head: the man completely naked, the woman's predatory smile, the way he was entirely defeated. Who *was* he? Some meek accountant? A junior exec with a humiliation kink? Alice snorted, spinning her chair toward the employee directory on her desktop. If he worked here, he had a badge scan. And badge scans left trails.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up access logs. There, badge #7142, last scan at 11:28pm. Alice grinned. Jim from Marketing. Got him.

Alice kept the incident to herself, watching them interact over the following days, wondering what they were saying, wondering if she would ever get a repeat performance until one day Rachel’s office door burst open in the middle of the day, and Jim stumbled out *completely naked* his hands flailing to cover himself as he twisted toward the stairwell. Alice slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter, watching him freeze mid-step like a deer in headlights.

His frantic scramble toward the stairwell door was comically slow. Alice choked back a laugh when he skidded to a halt at the corner, peeking around like some absurdly exposed spy, before making his way through the stairs exit and appearing on a different monitor.

Alice leaned forward in her chair as she watched Jim's pale form dart across the stairwell camera feed. She chuckled when he froze mid-step, as several women entered the floor below and started climbing up. The naked Jim spun wildly, scrambling *up* the stairs instead of down, his bare feet slapping against concrete as he vanished from one monitor only to reappear on another.

"Oh, this is *gold*," Alice muttered, switching camera angles with quick taps of her keyboard. Jim's frantic escape played out across three different screens, his bare butt cheeks jiggling as he vaulted up the stairs two at a time, his flailing arms, and his cock and balls bouncing wildly with every step. Alice snorted when he pressed himself flat against the wall beside a fire extinguisher, his chest heaving as he peeked around the corner like some ridiculous nude spy.

The moment the women entered the building on a lower flower, Jim was moving again, this time descending the stairs in a graceless, panicked shuffle, his hands alternating between covering his crotch and bracing against the railing. His expression was the perfect portrait of a man caught between terror and exhilaration.

Alice's grin widened as Jim reached the ground floor, hesitating at the emergency exit. The glowing red sign bathed his naked form in an almost cinematic light. She leaned her elbows on the console, watching as he pressed against the metal door, peeking through a small gap before he shoved it open with his shoulder, the emergency alarm blessedly silent.

She switched camera feeds, tracking Jim’s frantic sprint across the parking lot. The midday sun washed over his pale, naked body in stark contrast to the shadowed office corridors, turning him into a flickering blur of limbs on the monitor. His bare feet slapped against hot asphalt as he veered around parked cars.

As a car rolled into the parking lot, Jim was already halfway across the asphalt. The driver only managing to catch the final, glorious glimpse of Jim's pale cheeks disappearing behind a dumpster in the far alleyway.

As Mrs. Emerson stepped out of her sedan, Alice chuckled to herself, wondering if the head of marketing had identified Jim as her expression shifted from confusion to amusement.

Alice copied the video files and ejected the thumb drive again, rolling it between her fingers. The footage of Jim's naked panic played on a loop behind her eyes, the way his hands fluttered between modesty and momentum, the delicious tension in his muscles as he'd pressed himself against that stairwell wall. Her thighs pressed together under the desk.

She bit her lip, tapping the drive against her chin. Rachel had orchestrated all this, hadn't she? The way she'd stripped Jim right in the office, the casual stockinged foot against his erection, and pushed him out of her office naked so he was forced to streak. Alice exhaled through her nose, imagining herself in that position, the weight of a man's dignity in her palm.

Alice drummed her fingers against the security console, the stolen footage of Jim's naked panic replaying in her mind like a forbidden highlight reel. The thumb drive burned a hole in her pocket, heavier than its physical weight. She'd watched the clips a dozen times, his jerky movements, the way his hands moved between modesty and surrender, Rachel's predator-smile as she orchestrated it all. Alice chewed her lip. This was a *blueprint*.

Three nights later, Alice timed it perfectly. She lingered by the exit, pretending to be on her phone when Jim shuffled around the corner. Alice approached him. "Jim, right?"

His head snapped up. A flicker of panic, then recognition of her security uniform, although they'd never formally met, they had passed by each other a few times. "Uh, yeah?" His fingers tightened around his laptop bag strap.

Alice leaned in. "You might want to see this." She pulled out her phone, thumb hovering over play. The screen showed him mid-scramble in the stairwell, pale ass gleaming under fluorescent lights.

Jim's breath hitched. His Adam's apple bobbed violently. "Where-how-"

"Security office," Alice cut in smoothly. "Funny thing, corporate policy says I have to report misconduct." She tilted her head. "But I'm thinking we can work something out. I'm Alice by the way."

She watched the panic ripple across his face, jaw tightening, pupils dilating. "What do you want?"

Alice tapped her phone screen, freezing the footage of him crouched naked by the dumpster. "First? The truth." She stepped closer. "Rachel's got you by the balls, literally. I want to know why."

His eyes darted between her face and the paused footage of his naked sprint, his own pale ass frozen mid-stride on her phone screen.

"The truth?" Jim's laugh cracked like dry twigs. "Rachel's got pictures. It started from... a waxing appointment." His fingers twitched toward his groin instinctively. "Turns out her friend works there and snapped a photo, and said she'd send them to everyone at work if I didn't... comply."

Alice's pulse thrummed in her throat. The pieces clicked together with visceral clarity, Rachel's predatory confidence, Jim's obedience and willingness to secretly humiliate himself for her. Her fingers curled tighter around the thumb drive. She had something better than salon photos. She had *video proof* of corporate indecency.

"You realize," Alice said slowly, "I've got you by the balls *twice* now?" She tilted her phone, letting the parking lot footage play, Jim's bare form zigzagging between cars. "Public indecency. Sexual misconduct. HR would *cremate* you."

Jim's eyes widened. Alice stepped closer.

"Meet me tonight," she murmured. "3 AM. Elmwood Park. The bench by the duck pond."

Jim's nod was barely perceptible.

Her thumb brushed his wrist softly. "Relax, I won't be too demanding. You might even have fun."

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As Alice arrived, she checked her watch, 3:08AM. She smirked. Late. Let him sweat.

The park was dead empty as she made her way through it before reaching the pond. On the bench, Jim sat.. His heart sank when he saw her approach. He had hoped she might have forgotten about the entire thing. No such luck.

Her footsteps crunched on the gravel path. Moonlight caught the silver buckle of her security belt when she stopped three feet away, arms crossed. "Stand up."

Jim stood on command, his knees locking like a soldier at attention. Alice circled him slowly, the crunch of gravel under her boots the only sound in the empty park. "Do you know why you're here?" she asked, stopping directly behind him.

Jim swallowed hard, the crisp night air prickling his skin as Alice circled him like a hawk. "I-I don't know," he admitted.

Alice's smirk glinted in the moonlight. "You're here," she said, stepping closer, "because I own you now." She tapped her phone against his chest. "Just like Rachel does. Only difference?" She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I won't bother pretending this is about work. This is just about my fun."

Jim's pulse hammered in his throat as Alice stepped back and gestured to the empty park around them. "Strip."

His hands twitched at his sides. "Here? But-"

Alice flicked her wrist, pulling up the video of his naked sprint across the parking lot. The glow illuminated her triumphant grin. "Unless you'd prefer I hit send on the HR email draft?"

Jim's fingers shook as they went to his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle echoed absurdly loud in the silent park. Alice watched, arms crossed, as his dress pants pooled around his ankles. He kicked them aside with a bare foot, already goosebumped from the night air.

Alice watched Jim’s trembling fingers fumble with his shirt buttons, her pulse thrumming in her ears. *He’s actually doing it.* The thought buzzed in her skull, electric and disbelieving. The power of it, the sheer, intoxicating control, made her lips part slightly. She hadn’t even touched him, hadn’t raised her voice. Just a threat, a smirk, and here he was, stripping under the moonlight like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"All of it," Alice said when he hesitated at his boxers.

Alice's breath caught as Jim hooked his thumbs into his waistband, the elastic snapping softly against his hips before sliding down. The reality of it, him *actually* obeying, *actually* standing bare before her in the moonlight, sent a jolt of electric disbelief through her. It wasn't through grainy security footage. His cock protruded semi-hard between his thighs, his balls hiding below.

Jim stood rigid, his arms stiff at his sides like a mannequin awaiting instruction. His cock twitched slightly, half-hard, betraying him, and Alice’s gaze locked onto it with predatory focus. She took in every detail: the way his balls tightened slightly in the cold, the thin trail of hair leading from his navel. Her throat went dry. *This is more than power. I own him.*

She circled him slowly, her boots crushing fallen leaves underfoot. From behind, his ass was pale but firm. He moved to cover his cock with his hands. Alice’s lips curled. "Hands behind your back," she murmured, and he obeyed instantly, wrists crossing at the base of his spine. The posture thrust his chest forward, his cock bobbing faintly with the movement. Alice’s pulse hammered. *No hiding now.*

Alice stopped in front of him again. She let her gaze roam lower. His cock shrunk under her scrutiny. "Look at you," she breathed, reaching out to trail a single fingertip down his sternum. Jim shuddered. "All bare and *obedient*."

Her fingertip reached his navel. She pressed down gently before withdrawing. "You know what's funny?" Alice tilted her head, watching his cock twitch again. "I spent weeks staring at you through a screen. But this?" She gestured broadly at his naked form. "This is *so* much better."

Alice's fingers brushed along Jim's thigh. His breath hitched when her palm cupped him fully, her fingers curled around his scrotum gently, but firmly enough to make his breath stutter. The warmth of her palm contrasted sharply with the night air, tightening his skin under her touch. "Feel that?" she murmured. "That's *me*."

Jim swallowed hard, his pulse fluttering visibly in his throat. Alice tightened her grip, just a fraction, and watched his pupils dilate. "Rachel may have her photos," she continued, her thumb brushing along the sensitive underside of his sack, "but I've got *this*." She gave a slow, deliberate squeeze.

His gasp was delicious. "And let's be clear," Alice continued, stepping closer until her breath ghosted over his collarbone, "mine isn't a bluff. One flick of my thumb and HR gets a lovely little compilation. *Jim's Greatest Hits.*"

She released him abruptly, leaving him swaying slightly as she pulled her phone from her pocket.

"Let's go for a walk," she suggested, pointing toward the pathway with her phone recording. Jim hesitated, glancing at his clothes piled on the bench, his legs locking for half a second before obeying. Alice bit back a grin as her camera recording tracked him. The video would capture it all.

The gravel path crunched underfoot as Alice herded Jim forward. "Faster," she murmured, watching his bare feet hesitate on the uneven ground. From the cool night air his cock shrank with each step and his balls tightened against him, adding to his humiliation.

"Stop." The command sliced through the night air. Jim froze mid-step, one foot hovering awkwardly above the path. "You know what this park needs?" she mused, her voice dripping with false contemplation. "A statue."

Alice tapped her chin with the phone, the blue glow casting eerie shadows across Jim's frozen form. "A *living* statue," she clarified, circling him like a curator inspecting a flawed exhibit. "Bronze isn't really your color, but..." She trailed off, reaching out to pinch his nipple sharply. Jim hissed as his skin pebbled under her touch. "Cold enough for the part, at least."

Alice stepped back, continuing to point her phone at him. "Arms up. Like you're holding something heavy." Her smirk widened as Jim raised his trembling arms overhead, his elbows locking awkwardly. His cock small against the cool night. "No, *graceful*," she chided, stepping forward to adjust his wrists. "You're Atlas holding up the fucking sky, not some frat boy doing a keg stand."

Alice circled him, nudging his feet wider with her shoe. "Better," she murmured, her fingers trailing down his spine to press between his shoulder blades. "Arch. *Present* yourself." The shudder that ran through him when she emphasized the word was almost audible.

Alice frowned, circling Jim's rigid form in the moonlight. "No, no, this isn't working." She waved a dismissive hand at his awkward Atlas pose, arms trembling overhead. "Try Michelangelo's *David*."

Jim blinked. "I-what?"

Alice rolled her eyes and grabbed Jim's wrist, yanking his arm down sharply. "You know, the statue."

Jim wobbled as Alice manhandled him into position, her fingers digging into his hipbone to angle him just so. Alice stepped back, tilting her head. "Hmm," she mused. "Not quite Michelangelo's *David*." Her smirk widened as she let her gaze drift lower. "Though the, ah... *proportions* seem accurate."

“I can’t help it,” he stammered, his arms crossed futilely over his chest. “It’s *cold*.” His cock had shrunk to a pathetic nub, his balls drawn up tight against his body.

Alice snorted. “Funny,” she murmured. “I didn't think statues could move and speak."

Jim's eyes widened and instantly snapping into the David pose she had moved him into. The speed of his obedience made Alice smirk. *No hesitation. No argument.* Just pure, instinctive submission.

Alice paused for a moment to appreciate the obedience and his form before giving her next instruction. "Walk," she commanded, flicking her fingers toward the path ahead.

Jim's arms dropped to his sides as he shuffled forward. Alice trailed a step behind, her phone's capturing his bare body for this entire journey. The path curved gently, revealing a small clearing dominated by an ancient oak tree. A waist-high wrought-iron fence encircled its massive trunk, flanked by two semicircular benches facing one another. Alice's lips curved. *Perfect.*

Alice gestured toward the wrought-iron fence. "Against the fence," she said. "Back to it." Her voice carried the same casual lethality as a surgeon requesting a scalpel, no room for debate.

Alice pulled a pair of handcuffs from her belt with a metallic *snick*, the moonlight glinting off the steel. Jim started to protest, "Wait, that's-" but she cut him off with a sharp look. His mouth clicked shut.

"Hands behind your back," she instructed, tapping the fence with her boot. The wrought iron was cold against Jim's bare skin as she wrenched his wrists into position, the cuffs clamped down on one hand before being snaked through the fence and locked around the other with finality. Alice stepped back to admire her handiwork, here he was, butt naked with his hands behind his back cuffed to a fence, unable to cover.

Alice stood there, admiring the situation Jim was in, his shoulders hunched forward, his thighs pressed together instinctively. His cock had shriveled further in the cold, a pathetic little nub between his legs. A laugh bubbled up in her throat. *Look at him. Absolutely fucking pitiful.*

"You know," she mused, "sunrise is in about... three hours." Her shoe scuffed the gravel as she turned and slowly started walking back down the path. "Plenty of time for joggers to swing by."

She played with the handcuff key in her hands, "I could toss this key into the pond right now." She gestured vaguely toward the direction of the pond. "Wouldn't that be funny?"

Jim's head whipped toward the pond, his breath coming in short, panicked bursts. "Please," his voice cracking. "Alice, *please* don't." His wrists twisted uselessly against the cuffs, the metal biting into his skin as he strained toward her. "I'll-I'll do anything. Just don't leave me here like this."

Alice twirled the handcuff key between her fingers, the moonlight catching its jagged teeth in slow, deliberate arcs. She watched Jim's frantic gaze. "Relax," she drawled, stepping closer until her shoes nudged his bare toes. "I'm just teasing." The key disappeared into her fist. "I'm not *that* cruel."

His wrists still strained against the cuffs. Alice smirked. *He doesn't believe me.* The realization sent a pleasant curl of heat through her stomach. She couldn't resist teasing him further and leaned in, and whispered. "Or am I?"

She straightened, slipping the key into her back pocket with deliberate slowness. "Tell you what." She started a timer on her phone. "You entertain me for five minutes, and I *might* uncuff you before dawn."

"Now, I am curious," she continued, "Rachel's got you stripping on command. But I want to know..." She stopped directly in front of him, her shoes nudges his bare feet wider apart. "*Do you like it?*"

Jim's felt even more exposed. His wrists jerked uselessly against the cuffs, the iron fence biting into his back. "I-" His voice cracked.

Jim’s throat worked soundlessly for a moment before the words tumbled out in a whisper: "Yes... a part of me does." His admission hung between them, raw.

Alice's grin widened like a predator scenting blood. "Which part?" she murmured, tapping her finger to his chest. "This part?" Her fingers trailed down his sternum, nails scraping lightly over his ribs. Jim shuddered, his breath hitching as her hand drifted lower. "Or..." Her palm cupped his shrunken cock, entirely fitting her hand, the sudden warmth making him twitch against her fingers. "*This* part?"

Jim’s hips jerked involuntarily as Alice’s fingers closed around him, the warmth of her palm coaxing his cock to life despite the chill night air. His breath came in shallow gasps, shoulders straining against the cuffs as his flesh thickened against her grip. "Oh, I *see*," Alice purred, her smirk audible in the dark. Her thumb swiped over his tip, smearing a bead of precum across his slit. "This part *definitely* likes it."

Alice's eyes widened as Jim's cock swelled against her palm. At first, she could cup him entirely, his soft, shrunken length fitting easily in her grasp like a timid little secret. But then*oh*. Her grip loosened instinctively as he thickened, veins rising under skin that grew taut and warm. Within seconds, he'd outgrown her hand, the tip nudging past her fingers.

Alice stepped back with a low whistle, her boots scraping against the gravel as she took in the sight. His cock, becoming fully erect and jutting proudly from his hips like a flagpole.

"That's a start," she grins. She checked her phone’s timer. "Two minutes forty-five left," she announced, tapping the screen. "Better hurry."

Jim's throat clicked as he swallowed hard, his bound hands flexing uselessly against the wrought iron. "W-what do you want me to do?"

"Entertain me," she purred. "I want to see you *cum*. Come on, let's see it."

Alice's fingers curled around the handcuff key, holding it up between them like a forbidden fruit glinting in the moonlight. Jim's breath hitched as she twirled it slowly, the metal catching silver streaks across his terrified face. "Unless," she mused, tilting her head toward the dark pond, "you'd prefer I toss this... and walk away?"

Jim's hips jerked forward instinctively, his cock bouncing wildly in the empty air. His thighs trembled with the effort, every desperate thrust meeting nothing but cold night wind while Alice watched with delighted fascination.

"Look at you," she laughed, tapping the key against his twitching tip. "Pathetic. Like a dog humping a ghost." Jim's face burned crimson, but his hips kept moving in shallow, frantic arcs, his swollen cock drooling precum onto the gravel between them. Alice clicked her tongue. "And here I thought you'd need *help*."

"Please," Jim gasped, his hips stuttering in their pathetic rhythm as Alice dangled the handcuff key just out of reach. "Please *help* me-" His voice cracked on the last word, raw and desperate, his cock twitching violently against the cold night air.

"One minute," she sang, twirling the handcuff key around her finger. His cock jerked desperately as he continued to thrust into the air. "Now, let's clarify." She stepped closer, her breath ghosting over his twitching tip. "When you beg for *help*, do you mean..." Her fingertip brushed his shaft, feather-light, drawing a whimper from his throat. "*This* kind of help?" She withdrew instantly, leaving him straining forward. "Or..."

She tapped her phone a few times before turning the screen toward him, the screen glowed as he saw the video of his naked sprint. "*Do you want me to delete this*?"

Jim gritted his teeth hard enough to make his jaw ache, his cock twitching pathetically in the cold air as Alice's smirk widened. He desperately wanted the videos gone, that was how he ended up in this situation, but her *touch*, was what his body screamed for. The choice was humiliation either way, but one path at least offered the electric relief of her fingers. "I-" His throat clicked dryly. "Touch me. Please."

Alice's laughter was sharp. "Oh, *that* kind of help?" She twirled the handcuff key one last time before slipping it into her back pocket. "Lucky for you, I'm feeling generous." Her fingers wrapped around his cock with sudden firmness, her thumb swiping over the slick tip.

"Three," she announced, her voice bright with sadistic glee. Her thumb swiped over his leaking tip, smearing precum down his shaft.

"Two.." Alice purred, her fingers stroked Jim's cock.

"One," Alice breathed, her fingers tightening around Jim's cock as she watched his hips stutter against her grip. His thighs trembled violently, his toes curling against the gravel as his cock pulsed hotly in her hand. Then, he spurts.

Jim's body arched violently against the wrought-iron fence as his cock pulsed in Alice's grip, each spurt landing in thick, uneven ropes across her shoes. The third splash hit the gravel between them with an audible *plick*, and Alice laughed. "Oh, *perfect*," she cooed, shaking her hand free of the last sticky dribble. "Right on the company-issued footwear," as she brushes it off on his leg.

Alice wiped her sticky fingers against Jim's thigh, watching his spent cock twitch weakly in the aftermath. His chest heaved, his wrists straining against the cuffs with each ragged breath.

The handcuff key clicked as Alice unlocked Jim's wrists from the wrought-iron fence. He stumbled forward, rubbing his raw skin, the cold air biting at his sweat-slicked back. Alice stepped back, twirling the key around her finger with a smirk. "Interesting choice," she murmured, nodding toward the pond where moonlight still rippled across the surface. "Could've picked freedom. Could've picked dignity." Her grin widened as she pocketed the key. "But no, you picked *my* hand."

Jim's flush deepened as they walked back toward the bench where his clothes lay crumpled. His bare feet crunched over gravel, every step a reminder of his exposure. Alice matched his pace, her boots scuffing deliberately loud beside him. "Tell me," she mused, "when Rachel orders you to strip, does your cock get hard like that too? Or is it only when you're handcuffed." She laughed as he looked at her before glancing away, silently blushing.

She watched him scramble into his clothes, his fingers fumbling over buttons. He jammed one foot into his pants, hopping awkwardly when the leg got caught. She bit her lower lip to keep from laughing, *pathetic, but deliciously so.*

"So," she drawled, "Same time next week?" Her smirk widened at the way his fingers froze mid-button.

[Hooked6]

I am very happy that you decided to continue this story. It is one of my favorites and I am looking forward to seeing what happens next.

One of the main attractions to this story in the first 4 chapters has been the very creatively told small penis humiliation. (It is even in the story's main title.) The tension of having to expose his little secret was exquisite. Unfortunately, that aspect of this story was totally absent in chapter 5

There were SO many opportunities to exploit this in chapter 5 which would not only ratchet up the tension but also reinforce Alice's power over him besides the surveillance videos. I would imagine Jim would go to great lengths to keep his little secret from getting out besides the threat of ruining his career by getting fired.

Was this an oversight on your part or have you intentionally abandoned this aspect of the story (which would be a shame as there are so few great SPH stories out there) ?

Looking forward to reading more.

Hooked6

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[jllash]

I am very happy that you decided to continue this story. It is one of my favorites and I am looking forward to seeing what happens next.

One of the main attractions to this story in the first 4 chapters has been the very creatively told small penis humiliation. (It is even in the story's main title.) The tension of having to expose his little secret was exquisite. Unfortunately, that aspect of this story was totally absent in chapter 5

There were SO many opportunities to exploit this in chapter 5 which would not only ratchet up the tension but also reinforce Alice's power over him besides the surveillance videos. I would imagine Jim would go to great lengths to keep his little secret from getting out besides the threat of ruining his career by getting fired.

Was this an oversight on your part or have you intentionally abandoned this aspect of the story (which would be a shame as there are so few great SPH stories out there) ?

Looking forward to reading more.

Hooked6

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Thank you very much for your feedback. I've found it challenging to know what to focus on in the story (humiliating tasks or punishments? more women catching him or learning his secret or ramp up the demands from existing characters? more of a focus on the female rivalry dynamic? more sph? more power dynamics? more interaction with the female waxer friend? more tension? more cfnm/exhibitionism/voyeurism? something else?) and by highlighting what you've enjoyed it helps me understand what to focus on. I encourage everyone reading to leave similar feedback if there was an aspect you enjoyed that you want more of or that you disliked and preferred to see less of.

Since the CFNM/nudity/power dynamic side of things is what I mainly enjoy and it's relatively tame I find myself swirling around the same ideas and I worry it becomes repetitive. In this case, the sph and keeping his secret was simply something I overlooked, while there is some brief sph, there were some good opportunities where I could have included it and tied it in better with the overall story that I simply didn't consider. I will certainly keep it in mind for future chapters.

[Hooked6]

Glad to hear that you haven't abandoned SPH for this story. It wouldn't have mattered so much if you had not done such a great job focusing on SPH in the first 4 chapters.

Great news that it was just an oversight.

Hooked6