Phone Sex Show #068: The Trouble With Blackmail Part One

Hey, welcome to the Phone Sex Show. This is episode number 68. You’re here with Mari, and I’m joined by Mia. Hello, Mia.

Hi, Mari.

I’ve missed you. You were just on a little vacation. You travel more than anyone I know. Isn’t that funny?

I love traveling. I’m telling you, if I could live in a van or something and just travel all the time, I would.

Yeah, I think it should be a sub-funded adventure in my opinion. I mean, hell yeah. So while you were away, I tried to leave you be because I knew you were enjoying so much, uh, so much needed time with family.

Yes.

But I was like chomping at the bit to share some things with you.

I know you actually, you sent me a message and you’re like, I can’t wait to tell you everything I’ve been up to.

Well, I had a very abundant 3 days. Um, and actually what I want to talk about today isn’t really related to those 3 days at all. However, I want to talk about the trouble with blackmail. Ooh, have we ever talked about blackmail on the podcast before?

Not that I recall, no.

It is one of the most searched for and popular femdom niches, at least on the Night Flirt platform. Every so often, the people over at Night Flirt will give us some data about what is searched for, and blackmail is one of the things that men get really turned on by.

Mhm.

And, you know, we’re in this spicy adventure 3 years deep now. The first time that someone ever approached me about blackmail, I was mystified. Um, so, so focusing first on specifically the Night Flirt platform, which is still the vast— it’s the largest slice of bread, the largest slice of buttered bread in my world. Maybe not last week, but They, they butter my bread. And so I pay attention to terms of service. And we have these 2 conflicting issues with the whole subject of blackmail.

Hmm.

There are men— and you know who you are, guys— who get tingles And surges of feelings at the idea of being blackmailed by a woman.

Mm-hmm.

Maybe. So let’s take a very extremely simple possible scenario. Um, for example, there’s a caller who is a police officer. I believe him. He sends me photos. I, I think I think he’s telling the truth. He’s a police officer, peace officer in a, in a medium-sized town. He’s married and he’s got a panty fetish.

Oh.

So imagine this, getting pulled over by a cop and he walks up to your car and asks for your driver’s license and looks down at you all powerful and stern, but, but deep down under all of that uniform, he’s wearing a pair of silky pink panties.

I’m never gonna look at a police officer the same again.

I know it. He’s super turned on by it, and he’s super turned on by, by someone knowing And so when he started to talk to me about his fetish, his panty fetish, we started to arrange panty checks. So I would send him a chat message and demand physical proof that he’s got panties on under his uniform today.

Mm-hmm.

So he would have to, like, write today’s date. and my name and go into the bathroom and undo his uniform and take a picture with the date and the name next to his pretty pink panties, his purple panties, his lace panties.

Damn.

Like tons of fun, tons of fun to get my little panty updates. Um, but then, as is often the case with kink and fetish, There’s something deeper going on there.

Yeah.

He said, could you just imagine what you could get me to do with those pictures? I said, oh, like what? Like, like if I were to threaten to expose, you know, uh, Officer Friendly for his panty fetish? And he’s like, oh my God, yes. And I’m like, well, gosh, I could probably get you to do just about anything for me. Like, maybe— I said, maybe I could even get you to wear like a little bralette under your uniform, a little matching bralette to go with your panties. And he was like, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I’ll go shopping. Tell me I have to. Tell me I have to. And I’m like, do it, do it, motherfucker.

I love it.

So that was, that was the beginning. But then he started to roll deeper and deeper. Like, what else would you make me do? What else would you make me do? What if— he said, what if the picture I sent you accidentally included my ID?

Oh, shit.

I said, I said, that would be incredibly careless on your part. Don’t recommend. And he’s like, oh my God, but it’s so hot because then you’d know who I am. Like, you’d be able to see what city I’m a police officer in. I said, damn. I said, this is going really far beyond panty fetish.

Yeah.

This is, this is crossing over into this whole other area. And he said the word. He said, I’m so turned on by blackmail, Mari. I said, you’re turned on by the idea that I would know something about you and blackmail you? He said, fuck yeah. I, I swear to God, I’m leaking in my panties right now.

Oh my God.

I said, well, picture proof of that immediately, please. So he sent me a picture of his, like, his, his little cock in his panties, and it— and there was a little drip on the panties, and he was so excited. And I said, Um, I, I, I teased him. I’m like, can you imagine what I could get you to do? And at the same time, to be completely honest, I’m over here going, what the fuck? There The trouble with blackmail runs deep.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, remember, we’re on Night Flirt. There are terms of service. Key among them is not to be passing any identifiable inform— identifying information between us, right? I don’t I, I given up on even hoping to hide the fact that I live in Michigan because I’ve, I’ve given way too many clues. So now it’s like, whatever. So, you know, I live in the Mitten State. Good for you. Um, but I don’t want them to know what city I live in. I want— I don’t want them to know my birthday.

I don’t want them to know, you know, my last name. I don’t want them— I don’t want to be identified.

Yep.

And so I don’t give them identifying information about me, and they’re not supposed to give me identifying information about them. But this blackmail kink is so popular. The number of men who are teasing about Well, guess, you know, they just like, hey, I live in Raleigh, North Carolina. Hey, I’m an architect in Raleigh, North Carolina. Hey, I’m a married architect in North Carolina, Raleigh, North Carolina. I’ve been doing this work for 27 years in Raleigh, North Carolina. I won an award as an architect in Raleigh, North Carolina. I’m making this up, by the way.

Don’t anybody try to Google this person. Mixing— I’m mixing things up intentionally. Um, but there are, there are men that their kink is directly heightened by giving you more and more information. Um, and it’s all fun and games until somebody throws a phone number into chat and it’s like, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yeah.

Terms of service, cut that shit out. Or they throw their email in, or they throw their address in, or they pop up a fucking picture of their state ID, and it’s like, oh my God, you fucking moron. Have you had somebody give you a picture of your ID, address, all of that shit?

Oh damn.

Yes.

Ah, damn, damn, damn.

These are, these are blatant terms of service problems, and I always call them out and say, oh, you done fucked up now. Delete that immediately. You delete it, I’ll delete it. We’ll pretend it never happened. Um, but here’s the thing, when, when blackmail is the key Their desire to do more and more risky, dangerous things is like screaming in their thoughts, and they really want me to be into it too.

Mm-hmm.

They really want me to be turned on by the possibility that I could get them to do something to protect themselves because I’ve got their ID, I’ve got their name, I’ve got their wife’s name, I know what they do for a living, all the things.

Bam!

The trouble with blackmail is that to get there is breaking terms of service. To give me enough identifying information, you’ve broken terms of service. And so now I have to chew your ass out, tell you to delete it, hope that nothing else happens and that we can move past this. That’s the trouble with blackmail on Night Flirt, is that they really do want to be exposed.

Well, it’s funny because when you, you know, said what we were going to talk about for this episode, I immediately was like, oh, blackmail in the sense that, you know, they want us to post a picture on Twitter, and they have to, you know, pay us to take it down, or like exposing them to, you know, like other domme sisters and stuff. Yes, I— my brain didn’t even go as far as what you’re talking about.

What you’re describing is exposure kink, humiliation kink. Risk kink.

Um, so that’s not really blackmail.

Yeah. Do you, you remember our, our friend with the little black penis?

Yes.

Yeah. His penis has been all over Twitter.

Oh, yes.

He, cuz he’s got an exposure kink. He’s got small penis humiliation kink. Um, and he does, he used to pay to get them taken down, but I don’t think he even bothers anymore. He’s just like, whatever, my penis is everywhere. My little penis that’s smaller than a Bic lighter. That’s— that’s— Humiliation.

I guess I didn’t really understand like the difference until we just— until we just talked about it. So, okay.

Blackmail on Night Flirt is troublesome because it breaks terms of service. And what, um, what I’ve taken To telling people when they are trying to get there, trying to get me to agree to it, trying to get me to play. I turn it into a bit of a tease and a humiliation that they think it’s possible. Like, oh, you’re so sweet, you want me to take your ID, tuck it away and save it for a rainy day, and then have you suck cock for me or give me money, right? And they’re like, oh, would you ever do that, goddess? You hope I won’t, don’t you? Like tease them, work it.

Yeah.

But then, but then I’ll laugh and say, this is fucking ridiculous. You’re, you’re asking me to be far more wicked than I am, and, and you’re, you’re, you’re asking me to whip you with a piece of fucking floppy wet spaghetti. A, I don’t know that’s your ID. B, if I do put it out there anywhere and it’s real, I’ve just fucked myself with Night Flirt. No, thank you.

Yep.

C, if it’s not your ID, then someone is messaging me going, the fuck? Like, there’s, there’s no risk here to anyone but me.

Yeah.

Fuck you and your blackmail, King. Um, that’s knife flirt. Okay, I’m very curious how other flirts play with it. Mhm. There have been many situations where I have managed to play with it for hours, weeks, months without ever letting them break terms of service.

Mm-hmm.

Fantasizing, playing what-if scenarios, kind of pretending maybe I will fuck you over, but never letting them give me identifying information, just keeping it in the realm of fantasy and play, right? But the ones that are really, really deeply turned on by it Usually are not satisfied by that.

Yeah.

They want to break terms of service. They want you to be that wicked. They want you to be that risky. They want to be forced to do something that terrifies them. And I get it, but I came to a decision yesterday that blackmail is just not on the table for me anymore. I’m bored with it, for one thing.

Yeah.

I’m just bored with the limp noodle threats. If you want to fantasize, if you want to talk about it, if you want to let me be endlessly curious about it, fine. Um, if you want me to paint terrifying pictures of what I could do to you if I were that wicked, fuck yeah. But no, if you’re asking me to, to very seriously tell you I am that wicked, I’m not. Sorry, um, I’m that fucking creative, but I’m not that wicked. And, and, you know, this is, this is a really scary fucking kink, okay?

Mhm.

Um, all right, so let’s put night flirt away for a second. I have somebody who reached out to me via Trist who has been into blackmail. And, you know, I don’t know if you remember one of these guys. I blurred his face and posted him on Twitter.

I don’t remember that.

He sent me his picture. He sent me his photo. He sent me enough— like, unless he is an absolute wizard of AI, he’s the— yep, that’s his face next to my name next to today’s date. Yep, yep, that’s him. He sent me that Picture. And he’s like, what would you do with it? And I blurred it pretty significantly, and I posted it and said, I could just keep posting it every day, a little less blurred, a little less blurred, until you’ve paid me a sum total of X amount of dollars. And if you don’t pay me, well, the original photo was posted as my little coup d’état. And, um, damn.

And he’s, he’s like, oh my God, oh my God. Well, I posted like 3 different blurred versions before he gave me the money that I asked for. Successful blackmail. Fun as fuck. Did not play around with identifying information.

Mhm.

It was titillating for him to experience it. I could do something like that on Night Flirt, but Um, but when we’re communicating off of the Night Flirt platform and it’s just between us, um, there’s a lot of room for playing with blackmail, a lot of rules, a lot of room for feeling around what I’m comfortable with. But you know what, at the end of the day, it still comes down to a limp noodle. It really does, because even if— so let me— how long have we been recording? I almost feel like this guy deserves his own episode. Do we need a— I think we need a part 2, The Trouble with Blackmail Part 2, because I feel like this guy needs his whole fucking episode to talk about what happened and, and, um, and And what— where things ended up.

Okay, I’m down for that. I want to hear the rest of the story.

Yeah, yeah. Guys, thank you for spending this time with Mia and I. And, and if black— I know I’ve talked about blackmail with guys for whom blackmail is not their kink, and they are mystified. I know that the majority of you are mystified that anybody wants to fuck around like that, um, but But some of it is still fun. The exposure, the humiliation, the teasing, that how wicked is she is an exciting thing for a lot of guys. So thanks for listening, and Mia and I will see you in part 2.