blackmail: Imagine being totally publicly outted and exposed on my website. Full name, phone number, Work number, and all the pathetic dirty perverted sex photos I have of you. The arousing fear that your family, friends, co workers or employees seeing the real you is literally just a click away. I google people all the time, just to see what kind of dirt I can dig up. I'm sure you have, too. Wives and GFs also routinely google their spouses name to make sure he’s not up to anything. And your work? Good luck applying for a job anywhere in the future, they google every single person who walks in for an interview. And guess what’s the very first website that pops up with your name on it? Mine. Your full name and number on display followed by the caption “OLD PERVERT LOVES TO WEAR MY OLD PANTIES AND DRESSES AND SUCK COCK. GAY FOR PAY. Hahahaha hilarious. A dirty fucking loser pervert. Makes your dick extremely hard to know you are literally fucking trapped in the shame and have gone way too far now. There’s literally nothing you can do but pay me and follow my fucking orders. Financial slavery and humiliation are your life now. And your purpose is paying me. I love to spend your money on expensive designer purses while you struggle to pay off your debts. I own so many losers just like you. But you’ve never been happy. I make you work very hard, Without me you’d just be a lost slob wandering around with no purpose. The humiliation and shame makes you want to cum in your pants. There’s nothing you can do About it now, other than pay me to not post you up or pay me to remove it. If you miss any payments or are late, I’ll post it right back up again. Forever. Once you bite the forbidden fruit (me), it’s a lifetime of debt and servitude and there’s nothing you can do about it. You just have to bite your tongue and do whatever I say bevause I fucking own you, Loser. I wouldn’t try any funny business either, the last person who did got an email to their boss and a phone call to the wife. I really wouldn’t recommend trying your luck to see if I’m bluffing. It’s just not worth your future. Young enough to be your daughter but I call all the fucking shots in this house. Don’t I, idiot? So work yourself until you retire on a nice pension, which you’ll be handing over to me. I’ll allow the tiniest amount for your bills/internet and the cheapest food to keep you going. I need you in good health so you can keep sending me more cash. Oh, and just in case, mail me those insurance papers so I can properly be taken care of in the event you get too old and die