Chapter 49 Video
Back at home in my study, I copy Zac’s considerable backlog of illicit files as Stephen snores loudly from the bedroom. Each video is identified by a set of initials and date. There are over twenty in all, but I quickly find the one labelled with Tor’s initials.
With some trepidation, I watch a little of Tor’s première. It’s not something I want to do, but if it gives me something I can use against Tor in the future, it will be worth the pain.
Although Zac is a complete shit, I admire the way he throws himself so enthusiastically into his work, and Tor is a natural performer.
Much more submissive than we’re all used to, and she’s kept herself impressively in shape.
There’s an eyebrow-raising moment when she pretends to be a cat, but who doesn’t push one’s boundaries when the opportunity presents itself?
While watching, an idea comes to mind that might give me the additional leverage I need for what I want from Tor.
I screenshot a suitable image, crop it to remove any identifiable features and create a mysterious and sexy image.
After setting up a fake Facebook account, I post the picture, then tag all the mummies in Hero’s class under the headline: ‘One of These Mums is Not Like the Other Mums’.
I think about Zac, all tied up in his bed, and wonder how he’s coping.
It took him about ten seconds to realize that the water from the kettle was ice cold rather than boiling hot.
The most he suffered was a slight shock and loss of pride.
Even so, I had to hold a boiled kettle over his crotch before he would tell the truth.
It only took three little stinging drops of boiling water, and he was desperate to tell me the whole story.
Zac agreed to my two conditions. Firstly, to cut all ties with every single woman he’d abused and exploited, including Tor, and stop his abuse.
If he reneged on this condition, I explained that his laptop, containing evidence of all incidences of blackmail and illegally-obtained videos, would be handed over to the police.
Secondly, to pass all the proceeds of his wicked deeds to me.
With his direction and passwords, I withdrew everything from his Bitcoin wallet and transferred it to my account.
This upset him immensely as it came to ￡150,000.
This wonderful and unexpected gift means I only need fifty thousand to secure the Hampstead house.
Not only had I increased my bank balance and freed those women from extortion, I’d done a good deed for all those women who might have fallen victim to his wiles in the future.
I was about to leave, when Zac, showing an undiminished commitment to his craft, asked if we might finish what we’d started.
I was surprised but he seemed turned on by a woman tying him up, ruining his little business and extracting money from him. I understand that financial domination is a niche fetish, but he seemed eager.
Call it an indulgence or an act of charity, if you will, but despite our differences I was happy to oblige, once I switched off the cameras, and we left on good terms. With this memory, I decide on one further act of generosity.
I call the concierge at Zac’s apartment block, explain that I was called away in the midst of a sex game, and ask if they might possibly visit Zac to untie him.
Feeling physically aroused from my recent escapade, positive about my improved bank balance, pleased with Madeleine’s heart condition, and happy about Stephen’s partnership prospects, I decide to watch a few more of Zac’s videos to remind myself of his astonishing body.
In my fourth video, Zac is wearing leather chaps, a cowboy hat and nothing else, which is not my taste, but intriguing nonetheless.
He pulls a whip from the wardrobe and is standing there in a domineering pose when the ensuite opens and his next victim walks in, dressed in a leather waistcoat and cowboy boots.
The thing that catches the eye, however, is not the fancy stud-work, but the fact that this nearly-naked cowboy is male. And not only is he a man, he’s a man I clearly recognize.