Thread: Remote Domination (Nobody x Devilla Roche)

Charlotte, or Bunny as her new name proscribed by SIR had all sorts of sexual connotations applicable to it, stripping being being one, naked being another. Charlotte stood there quite uncomfortable in her naked skin, knowing that this misogynistic nut was watching. In her mind she tried to stay strong, but had moments of weakness and felt out of control more and more and was spiraling down into the SIRs rabbit hole further. How interesting she thought in the back of her mind, she is now the Bunny in the rabbit hole. Charlotte continued now read the new text, trying to take in, line by line, what it meant on the surface and what it meant underneath. ...an excellent starting point. In her thoughts IHT sarcastically Im so glad you are happy. .acting to serve, rather being told what to think. IHT Do I have a choice? ...show me how Samantha taught you to play with yourself IHT Are you kidding? And he says hes not a pervert? Waits He really wants me to do this. He wont go on further until I do. Charlotte Bunny gets on the couch as ordered. Not easy to get in the right frame of mind when you are coerced into doing so, Charlotte does her best to relax and begins to play with her small nipples. She takes her index finger and sexily licks it and rubs her nipples and areolae in counterclockwise circles and closes her eyes for a moment. She tries to block out SIR, his blackmailing of her, and the cameras in the room, letting out coos and low moans with that petite, high-pitched voice of hers. She can feel a mix of adrenaline and other female hormones collide, making her breathing faster. Charlotte then places her index and middle fingers of her right hand and gently touches the outside folds of her labia. Something tells her to open her eyes, and there it is, more text on the screen. IHT Ah the mall, great. This SIR picks the one young lady that doesnt like to shop. Doesnt he know that by looking at me? Wardrobe he finds unacceptable, something tells me he will find it all unacceptable. CharlotteBunny kept rubbing, but having an orgasm was getting tougher, the more she read. IHT Five and six inch heels???Ill break my neck. Is this man insane? What is it with men and heels? And why do sexy women, especially those bimbos who I despise even consider wearing six inch heels? ...a test of your understanding...what will be expected of you...obedience...punishment IHT I understand that you are setting me up to fail! I know it, I can feel it. Does he think Im stupid? And what punishment? Hows he going to do that? Send someone into my apartment and spank me? ...no intention on bankrupting you unless you give me no alternative. IHT Why is he threatening me like that? Im surprised he doesnt just take my money and get out of my life. Why does he want more? Because hes a sick pervert, thats why. CharlotteBunny continued to rub her labia, but it was only to please him. She didnt even come close to an orgasm, not with some of things she had to do and his endless little threats. More text SIR Bunny, you've gotten a delivery. Go fetch it and bring it back up here. SIR And before you ask no, you do not have permission to get dressed. Charlotte slowly rose from the sofa and stood there for a moment. She wanted to protest, she wanted to scream, and then she wanted to cry. But then she calmed down and said nothing. Her thoughts of protest throughout this one sided conversation with him were just that, thoughts. The reality was that she lacked the courage necessary to fight him on anything, especially in light of his blackmailing her and her own persona in general. Charlotte said nothing and walked to the front door. She stopped and hesitated for a moment and then open the door and bolted for a fast-paced run. She very quickly waved her hand at the elevators and dashed down the stairs in the hopes of not running into anybody. Her small boobs bounced and the click-clack of her two-inch heels was an attention-getter. Of course Trisha MacLeod, who lived in room 401 was getting her mail when Charlotte came down the steps. Trisha looked at Charlotte with shock in her face. Charlotte covered her bosom with folded arms, her vagina still a bit wet from playing with it moments ago. She bent over and picked up the package and said to Trisha, Sorry! Then ran back up the stairs as fast as she could. Once in the apartment, she shut the door and locked it and, breathing heavily, her face red with embarrassment, she placed the small package on the cocktail table and fell back down on the soft sofa, one leg on it and one leg off, a perfect view of her pussy could be seen by SIR. Charlotte looked at the ceiling, a hand on her forehead thinking, Why is this happening to me?