Wake Up Lisa Mitchell Ch. 13-14

CHAPTER 13

The Mitchells were able to save enough to set up security cameras at the house. In the process, they found a surveillance camera in their tree.

Ryan was shocked when he saw it and shared the finding with his wife. Thoughts of what might have been recorded crossed their minds. It was pointless to remorse over anything now, but they did try to leave the blinds closed moving forward.

The couple opted to go to the police with the camera and requested them to run a check to see where it was purchased, by whom, when, and if there were traces of any fingerprints. When the details arrived, they noticed that it was bought in a different part of the country and nothing matched the police database. Lisa and Ryan didn't know that their blackmailer had bought it second hand. The Mitchell's disposed of the item shortly thereafter.

As each day went on, Lisa couldn't stop thinking about the night at the VBS party.

"Why didn't I ask questions or push back more?" She thought to herself.

Mrs. Mitchell felt guilty. She had never desired another man during her marriage to Ryan and that night Lisa committed adultery. It wasn't voluntary but it still was what it was. Lisa contemplated telling her husband but agonized over the scenarios which could play out.

At VBS, Mark met up with Ryan in the office, "Hey Ryan that was an awesome party Friday."

Ryan looked at Mark and had him follow him into a corner of the office. Mr. Mitchell was visibly not happy, "You didn't mention to anyone you worked at Browning. Also, I know what you tried with my wife while you were there. As far as I know, we aren't friends. You do your thing I'm going to do mine." He was careful in choosing his words to avoid any HR violations.

Mark Lipscomb was surprised by the directness of the comment. Ryan wasn't wrong, but he also didn't know the whole story, "I fucked your horny wife also," Mark thought to himself as Ryan walked away.

Both men worked on their respective leads, held meetings, calls, and scheduled their week. Ryan more so for the sake of sales, Mark in regards to both work and play.

When Mark came home he realized that his camera was inactive. As he drove near the Mitchell residence he noticed that they had set up some security. An obvious indicator was the sign from the security company on the front lawn.

On the way back home Mark decided to take his blackmail one step further.

The next week, Lisa Mitchell received an envelope at work from an unknown sender. When she opened the item she saw a copy of what looked to be the video she watched in the adult store. With it was a letter which read:

Here's a little treat for you when you are alone. Meet me at the Choice Plus Hotel tomorrow at 7 PM. Request a key for room 324. Don't tell your husband, else, I will expose you.

Lisa was floored. Her head was spinning as she quickly hid the envelope in her cubicle drawer. "How does this person know where I work?" she thought. Lisa tried to pull the security video at the bank from the night before but had no luck.

The rest of the day was a blur for Lisa. As she arrived home Mrs. Mitchell quickly went to change and go for a run to clear her thoughts. When she returned home, Lisa saw her loving husband and the guilt of her infidelity came back into her mind. Ryan felt Lisa was off and tried to console her.

Mrs. Mitchell kindly pushed him away requesting to be left alone with her thoughts. Her loving husband felt that the blackmail, or seeing her former boss, something was eating away at his beautiful wife. Per her request though he stepped back and left her alone.

Meanwhile, Mark booked a room and was going to stay the night at the Choice Plus Hotel. He prepared for his first face to face encounter with his former employee as her blackmailer. Mark positioned a few small cameras in the room to record Lisa from different angles.

As she closed up the branch the next day, Lisa's nervousness increased. She hadn't told Ryan of the letter she received, scared of the threat. This person had warned them in the past and had followed through every time. Once in her car, Lisa took a deep breath and started the engine. She entered the navigation into her phone and proceeded to follow the route guidance.

Mrs. Mitchell had never heard of this hotel before. But as she kept driving she noticed herself in the industrial part of town.

"Ring, Ring!" the phone rang through the car speakers loudly. Mrs. Mitchell jumped at the sound. It was Ryan calling her.

"Hey babe, how was your day?" he asked.

"It was good Ryan. I'm going to run a few errands then head home," she replied. Lisa felt wrong for doing this without him and lying to her husband. But the note didn't leave her much choice. Not only was she still agonizing over the thought of telling him about the VBS night, but now this.

Mark Lipscomb was able to get out of work early and finish his job at the hotel. He was nervous about unveiling himself to her as the blackmailer, but also eager to expose her sexual desires.

Choice Plus Hotel wasn't a fancy hotel. The four-story building looked dated as if almost trapped in the nineties. Lisa stayed inside her car for a moment after she parked. She flipped her visor down and looked at herself in the mirror taking a deep breath to control her anxiousness. The busty forty-three-year-old stepped out of her vehicle and closed the door. Her stiletto heels clicked on the pavement as she made her way inside.

The young front desk clerk greeted Mrs. Mitchell, "Hello Ma'am, how may I help you?" he asked nervously.

Lisa cleared her throat then spoke gently, "May I please have a key to room 324?"

"Yes. Here you go," he replied, handing her a keycard.

Mrs. Mitchell thanked him and walked towards the elevator. The young man peeked around the corner to catch her backside as she waited for the doors to open, "she sure is pretty," he thought to himself.

"Ding" the bell for the elevator sounded and the doors opened slowly. Lisa stepped inside and turned around. The young man quickly hid, hoping she didn't catch him looking at her. Mrs. Mitchell pushed the number three to have the lift take her to the third floor.

As she stepped out, Lisa noticed the same outdated trend in the hallway. After finding the room, Lisa inserted the keycard to open the door. Once the light turned green on the lock, she pulled the keycard out and grabbed the cold metal doorknob, turning it. Both Lisa and Mark heard the click on their side of the door as it was pushed open. Lisa took one more deep breath and entered.

Immediately to her left was a bathroom with its door closed. Lisa walked further into the room, allowing the main door to close behind her.

The room was small and fairly standard but very cold. Lisa saw a queen size bed to her left, a small desk and dresser opposite the bed, and a small recliner near the far wall. This wall had a long curtain and a heating/cooling unit attached to it.

Mark was in the restroom hiding and waiting for when she entered. Lisa looked around the room and only saw a laptop on the desk. The screen was locked.

Mrs. Mitchell analyzed the room for a brief moment before she heard the door for the bathroom turn and unlock. Lisa positioned her bag in case she needed to use it as a weapon.

"Please take a seat," said a familiar voice to Mrs. Mitchell.

Lisa sat on the recliner that was near the window, her knees tightly together.

Mark entered the room slowly, filling it with an aura of evil. Lisa's eyes widened in shock and disgust. Her face was pale due to fear and anger. She couldn't believe who was standing in front of her.

"Well, well, well. Lisa, how are you today?" Mark asked almost in a villainous tone.

Mrs. Mitchell continued to look at him in shock. She tried to say something but couldn't.

"Surprised? Shocked? I'm sure I've hit some type of emotion. I hope you received the gift I sent to you. If I remember correctly, you enjoyed yourself after watching it," he said smiling.

There was a lot she wanted to do at this moment as multiple thoughts sped through her mind.

"You know, when your husband was in trouble and you were struggling, I tried to help you. The advice I provided was for your benefit. Sure I might have embellished the branch goals, but you should've seen how we did during that time. Corporate was loving the results. Unfortunately, though, you ended that run."

Lisa's deep blue eyes followed Mark as he paced around the room.

"What... What do you want from me?" Lisa asked quietly, pushing the words out of her mouth.

"Lisa, what do you want from me?" Mark replied. Grinning as he looked her dead in the eyes.

"Why are you doing this to me and my husband?" she asked.

"I didn't do anything to you and your husband. But to answer your previous question. I want you, Lisa," he replied.

"Why me? You've been blackmailing us to do these things. I don't know why you need to. We haven't done anything to you."

Mark looked at her angrily, "You have strong sexual desires that beg to be released. You want to please. Hell, you were built to pleasure. Don't you remember how much you enjoyed my cock?" he sneered.

Mrs. Mitchell wasn't happy about the incident which Mark just validated.

"Enough with the small talk. Starting today, if you tell your husband anything about this, I will make sure to show him these at the office," Mark said as he pulled her navy blue panties out of his pocket.

They were the ones she wore to the VBS event which she couldn't find that night. Mrs. Mitchell lowered her gaze and head slowly. Mark put the panties back into his pocket and continued his assault on Lisa's mind.

"Disobey me and everything you've done is going to your employer and family. I have pictures and video. Do you understand?" Mark asked rhetorically as he lowered his head, keeping his eyes on her.

Mrs. Mitchell's eyes welled up with tears from the emotional abuse. Mistake after mistake landed her here. Both husband and wife thought they had this under control. Lisa sniffled and nodded her head slowly in agreement. Tears now running down her cheeks smearing her light make-up.

"Good. Stand up right now," Mark demanded.

Lisa wiped away her tears and stood up slowly, her legs trembling.

"Unbutton your blouse," he said.

Mrs. Mitchell's mind and body were in two separate places. Her mind comprehended the demand but her body didn't move.

Mark repeated his request a little louder.

Lisa used all her strength to reach towards the top of her blouse. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons, but she eventually unbuttoned her blouse. Mark watched her intently. He had hoped she would comply, "So far so good," he thought.

"Turn around," Mark ordered. As directed, Lisa turned around.

"Take off your blouse, drop it to the floor, and keep your arms to your sides," Mark demanded. His eyes filled with lust, his penis pulsating and growing with each order. The power over this woman turned him on.

Lisa pulled her left arm out of the white cotton garment. The blouse hung on her right shoulder. Mrs. Mitchell shook it off and let it slide off her right arm and onto the floor.

"Unclasp your bra and let it drop to the floor as well," Mark instructed.

Lisa's eyes welled up with tears again as she slowly reached behind her back with both hands. She unhooked the clasp, leaned forward, and shook her white bra off. Lisa's nipples immediately reacted to the coldness of the room.

Mark waited twenty seconds before instructing Lisa on what to do next. He wanted her to feel his control. Goosebumps slowly started appearing on Lisa's upper body, indicating the cold temperature in the room.

"Take off your skirt," Mark directed.

Mrs. Mitchell reached back and unzipped her grey skirt. Lisa gently grabbed it and pulled it down just enough for it to drop onto the floor. Mark once again waited some seconds, smiling at the sight in front of him.

His once former employee was standing with her back to him in just her panties and high heels.

"Very good. Tell me what you did," Mark stated.

Lisa took a deep breath and replied, "I, I, I took. I took off my blouse and bra then I took off my skirt."

"Good job Lisa. Who did you do this for?" he asked.

She was confused by the question yet tried to answer, "For you?"

Knowing that she didn't know what to say, Mark used this as an opportunity to train her.

"Just call me boss, or sir, actually better yet, call me Mr. Lipscomb," he said joyfully.

"Yes, um, Mr. Lipscomb," she forced out.

The cold air had Lisa shaking a lot more now and Mark took notice. He slowly walked towards her and reached around her body to raise the temperature in the room. Lisa could feel his body close to hers and closed her eyes.

Mark stepped back, letting her stand there for a little bit longer, admiring her beauty. Her legs looked wonderful to him and her butt, although not firm, had a nice shape. His eyes traced her body down one more time.

"Turn around Lisa," he told her. Lisa slowly turned around keeping her gaze and her head down. She was embarrassed to make eye contact with her former boss.

"Look at me," he stated. Mrs. Mitchell slowly lifted her head and eyes till she was making eye contact with Mark.

"How does that pussy of yours feel? I'm sure you didn't notice it but I bet you're wet. I know what you need Lisa, I know what you desire."

Lisa blankly stared at him.

Mark walked around Lisa as if inspecting a car. He couldn't help but admire her bust. Lisa's boobs were always a sight to see. Today he was able to see them uncovered for the first time. Mark wanted to play with her 34F beauties but decided to push the busty milf psychologically a little more.

"Get on your knees," he told her.

Lisa bent down till she was on her knees. Her face, eye-level with his crotch.

"Unzip my pants and pull them down."

Mrs. Mitchell reached for his belt and unbuckled it. Her hands fumbling with each part of the process. Eventually, Lisa was able to pull his pants down. The bulge hiding behind Mark's boxers was noticeable.

"Pull my boxers down also, slut," he said nastily. She hadn't heard him speak or use that term before. It was degrading, yet she had no choice but to comply.

His member popped out as she brought his boxers down to his ankles. It grazed her forehead slightly as she finished with Mark's demand.

"Good job. Now tell me, do you prefer to be called a slut or a whore?" Mark asked Lisa. He wanted to see what she would say.

"I, I, uh, mmm," Lisa hesitated. She felt that neither of those words was kind or appropriate for a mature woman like herself.

"Choose one or I'm sticking this in your mouth," Mark threatened.

"Uh, um, slut," Lisa unwillingly replied.

"Well how about that. I knew you needed sex badly. Thanks for the validation," Mark said laughingly.

He proceeded to grab his penis and started stroking it in front of Mrs. Mitchell.

"Sit back on your heels slut," he told her. Lisa did as she was told, again. Mark Lipscomb reached for one of her breasts with his free hand and started squeezing and pulling her boob. Lisa sat there hoping for this humiliation to end.

"God damn babe, your tits are nice," Mark said looking at her with eyes full of lust. He licked the tip of his index finger and thumb and started playing with her nipple.

Lisa closed her eyes from his touch. Her nipples were sensitive. Mark continued to paw and pull at her boob, switching hands in the process.

"Look at my cock. Do you remember how this felt inside you? Did it stretch your tight pussy? Did you enjoy the feeling of it pumping in and out of you?" He asked her.

Mrs. Mitchell opened her eyes and looked at his penis. The head was pointed right at her as he continued stroking his shaft. She saw some pre-cum release from the tip. Lisa remembered how he felt that night, how thick he was, and how it made her feel. Lisa felt her mouth salivating as if needing to taste him.

"Stop Lisa. You don't want that in your mouth," she mentally told herself, trying to control herself in the situation.

Lisa then squeezed her thighs together. She didn't know why but the dirty talk and his assault on her boobs was making her wet. It wasn't by choice she thought while also concerned about why her body felt this way.

Mark stopped playing with himself and knelt. He grabbed her boobs with both hands and gave them a light squeeze. Mr. Lipscomb moved toward one and started licking it with his tongue. He alternated between her two erect nipples, licking and sucking them.

Her eyes closed and she felt herself warming up to his touch. "No Lisa, no," She thought to herself.

Just then, Mark pinched both her nipples, causing Lisa to gasp, "Ah..."

"Did you like that slut? Your nipples are sensitive huh? I'm glad because they are beautiful," Mark said as he stood back up.

Mr. Lipscomb continued working his shaft till he was close to orgasm.

"Squeeze your tits together slut," he commanded breathily. Lisa reluctantly squeezed her boobs together and waited. Mark panted a few times and jerked his body as he ejaculated on Mrs. Mitchell's breasts.

Stream after stream of his milk-like colored warm liquid landed on her boobs. She watched him and waited for her next order.

When he came down from his sexual high, Mark looked at Lisa's boobs with his cum. It's as if he was marking his territory. Mr. Lipscomb smiled as he cleaned himself off with her bra.

"That was great Lisa. You are going to be a wonderful slut. Stand-up now."

There was a laptop bag on the desk. Mark reached in there and pulled out a small piece of gold jewelry. Lisa stood up and watched him, trying to understand what he was doing next.

"This is for you," he said, showing her a small anklet with an "O".

Mark bent down towards her ankles and put the anklet on her left ankle. Mrs. Mitchell did not know what it was for or what it meant. After he stood up, he reached into the same bag and pulled out a cell phone.

"I'm going to contact you on this from now on. It cannot be traced except by me," he said, handing her the phone.

Lisa took the cellular device and clutched it with her left hand.

"You may put on your clothes. Did you understand what I told you today?" he said.

"Yes. Yes, sir, I mean, Mr. Lipscomb," Lisa replied hesitantly.

"Good, you may leave. I will contact you," Mark said.

Mrs. Mitchell quickly put on her clothes, picked up her bag, and walked out of the room with Marks dry cum on her chest.

Once she sat down and started her vehicle, Lisa broke down sobbing. She cried for a few minutes over the new situation, unsure of what to make of everything that had just happened. Lisa gathered herself, wiping away her tears, fixing her makeup, and headed home.

CHAPTER 14

Lisa barely made it home. As she did, Mrs. Mitchell immediately went to the powder room and locked the door. She sat on the floor with her back up against the wall, crying. Her eyes were puffy, her makeup a mess again.

She felt wrong and out of control. Her husband who was trying to help her could help no more. "My mistakes," she thought. Maybe if she would've told Ryan about the infidelity earlier, or maybe they didn't play this game for so long. So much happened and there might have been a way out.

Back at the hotel room, Mark watched the video of their encounter, editing it to make it look as if Lisa was not forced to be there but was a willing guest.

The next day after work, Mark texted her on the burner phone as a test: "What are you wearing?"

Lisa jumped when she heard the phone ding. Mrs. Mitchell had just parked in the garage and texted back: "At home."

"I don't care where you are. Show me what you are wearing," Mark replied to her message.