Slave to the Past

Slave to the Past

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Once, "Linda" considered it sexy to let her boyfriend possess a personal stash of pornography featuring herself. Eight months after her breakup, she learns the consequence of her actions as James demands her full submission in 5 mysterious sex sessions in exchange for her nude collection. Leveraging on her compromised position, James has some humiliating plans in store for "Linda".

Summary

Once, "Linda" considered it sexy to let her boyfriend possess a personal stash of pornography featuring herself. Eight months after her breakup, she learns the consequence of her actions as James demands her full submission in 5 mysterious sex sessions in exchange for her nude collection. Leveraging on her compromised position, James has some humiliating plans in store for "Linda".

Chapter1 (v.1) - Slave to the Past

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Once, "Linda" considered it sexy to let her boyfriend possess a personal stash of pornography featuring herself. Eight months after her breakup, she learns the consequence of her actions as James demands her full submission in 5 mysterious sex sessions in exchange for her nude collection. Leveraging on her compromised position, James has some humiliating plans in store for "Linda".

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 22, 2014

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The text message was from a number that wasn’t recorded on my phone—one I never expected to see again and thus deleted from my contacts. The familiar number belonged to none other than James, my ex-boyfriend of two years. We broke up eight months ago and have not been on talking terms since. I had initiated the break up because I found that I could not cope with James’ overwhelming sexual demands, which had infiltrated every aspect of our relationship. I lost my virginity to James and I’d admit that we had a pretty colorful sex life, and he was very good at what he did, too. Despite my fears that I may never find someone as good in bed as he was again, I finally mustered the courage to step away, which infuriated him because he thought I was unreasonable. He has then blocked me on all communication platforms and I took it that we could never be friends. 

This is why I am puzzled to receive a conversation starter in the midst of my lecture, one that wasn’t given much thought with a simple, “Hey”. When James had broken contact with me, I thought it was for the better that we never crossed paths again, and this is barely a good reason to resume our previously amiable terms. Unsure of what I could reply anyway, I decided to just ignore the message. Only ten minutes later, as if impatient due to the lack of response, my cell phone vibrated again. This time he attached an image, “I was looking through my hard disk and found some of these. I thought you may be interested in getting them back.” I froze. The photo that accompanied was a bad quality but nonetheless full frontal shot of me, completely naked on his bed, playing with my boobs whilst looking at the camera teasingly.

Up till now, I had clean forgotten about the stash of photos and videos derived from our sexual exploits, carelessly left with James. At one point of time, I had considered it sexy to have a collection of personal pornography only for the eyes of my man to enjoy, thus consented him to document our sex sessions and even posing for many of his photos upon request. This definitely appears like a act of total stupidity and foolishness now, and my body was growing cold just at the thought of what James could do with them. I knew of a website that James frequented, and it was full of nude pictures and videos of girls submitted by anonymous readers. He was fascinated by that the models who sport in the photos are random girls on the street, mostly the ex-girlfriends of vengeful ex-boyfriends who wanted to pull a cruel prank on them. I once commented that the website was disrespectful and threatened the safety of the women they featured, but James did not seem concerned. I know I have to get the stash of recordings back.

I berated him for keeping the recordings and not having the decency to get rid of them, demanding him to delete all the clips and photos. Even so, I know I can’t be too sure unless I met him to witness the destruction of content, as James couldn’t be trusted to let go of material that had a hold over me. Not without an incentive, at least. True enough, he returned with a curt reply, “Meet me at my place this evening. 7pm.” 


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