"I'm serious," Issa said. "I have no idea what the hell she's doing. Hell, I don't know if SHE knows what she's doing. She certainly can't know what i...'s doing to ME." Oh, she knows," Felek said. He leaned back on the wooden bench, enjoying the change from riding horseback as he watched Ruta ride Horse. It was not an imaginative name for his mount, true, but it amused him as much as it seemed to annoy Anelie. So, he was amused twice with one name. Three times when he remembered she had given. If you’re new, kindly read my previous stories to know about me and my adventures, before reading this story about blackmailing.Subconsciously, everyone has a fantasy of having incest sometimes. Maybe you suppress it or forget about it or deal with it your own way. But you have at some point in your life had a fantasy about someone in your family (if not, congratulations, you’re going to heaven).I, too, had that feeling for quite some time. I thought it was consuming me, so I started to get rid. I learned about sex and BDSM when I was 11, thanks to that ?dad?. Don’t get me wrong, there was no molestation or anything, just saw it and fell in love. The women always looked cared for and loved if they did what their Master told them to or if they suffered well enough. The thoughts and fantasies have stayed with me since. When I was 18 I decided to start to search for a Master, a male who was old enough to be my real dad. It took me two years to find Master Mark (only allowed to refer to. I had to get a grip onwhat I was doing. So I sat on my bed and kept a close eye on Rachel.Was I a secret crossdresser? Only if one time counts as a trend. Thoughif I carried on I might turn out that way.Was I some kind of pervert? Not as far as I knew. I wasn't drawing somekind sexual pleasure, just a few brief hours of respite from the dreamsthat haunted me.Was I just deluding myself? I let this question slide for the timebeing because I wasn't sure how to answer it.What would my friends.