The maid said, with her voice low and commanding. She sat there cross-legged on my bed, looking up at me in pity, disgust, and content.
Anshur von Rodolfo took a glance over at the camera she set up right by her arm. I took a deep breath as I held up the piece of paper to the camera, speaking with a trembling voice.
"My name is Cory Jay Smith, 23 years old, and I... I... I um-"
I stuttered, and that was the last thing I’d want, as I felt a surge of electricity bursting through the shock collar strapped around my throat when Anshur used her clicker.
The energy sent what I can only describe as a sensation of my pulsating blood veins popping, it vibrated slightly, buzzing through the flesh of my neck and under my skin, down to my shoulders and spine.
It was supposed to be mild discomfort to let a filthy dog like me know its place, yet, Anshur made sure to crank the voltage to the maximum this collar can hold, and she made sure I saw her do it.
"Read it again." She ordered, "We’re not done until you get this right."
I flipped the paper over, barely managing to stay on my feet as I read the lines written on it.
It was a contract between me and Anshur, talking about how we mutually agreed to be sexual partners that involved in potentally dangerous recreational activities. She told me I had to voice my consent directly on camera to "make sure that no one is forced to do anything."
After rehearsing my lines, I flipped the paper back to face the camera and gulped.
"My name is Cory Jay Smith, 23 years old, this... I- I fully consent to the contents of this contract between me and party B; Anshur von Rodolfo as well as any related... related... re-"
Horror came to my eyes faster than I could blink when I saw the disappointment on Anshur’s face.
"Guh- ughghujhiAJGG!? AH!"
Once again my veins were electrified as I scraped my knees together to fight against the unbearable sensation. I got down to my knees, dropped the piece of paper and held both hands on the dog collar, trying to hold the shock back.
This further disastified Anshur, I felt the shape of a shoe being placed on the top of my head, and before long, it slammed my face down to the floor, keeping me there. Anshur gave me another shock.
"URGHMGGHMM!" I shrieked, my own snot practically ran out from my mouth.
"If you keep messing this up, you’re not going to make it in time for lunch." She said with clear disdain and anger in her voice.
"Please... Please... You already deleted the footage... Please... Please please please leave me alone." I started to slurred on my words and my nose stuffed up.
"Of course I will leave you alone." She said as she grinded her Mary Janes on my head like a doormat, "Until you said those lines without stuttering."
I looked up at her, sniffing up my emotions, yet the woman must’ve noticed that I was tearing up, and her lips creased upwards as she shown the tiniest bit of joy seeing me writhe in pain.
Which was not good for me.
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"Stand up, Cory." She spoke, though the sole of her shoes still pressed firm on my head.
"I ca... I can’t- I can’t I can’t I can’t! I CAN’T!" I protested.
"STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP!" I yelled even louder, trying to gather strength and charge up at her, yet, I fell flat to my face when my muscles gave out.
My face felt sticky from all the tears running down it, blood might’ve slowed its circulating around my neck because I felt suffocated.
My shorts were wet and my erected nipples were practically bleeding from scraping against my shirt after Anshur told me to remove my bra, she knew full well this was going to happen and it was deliberate.
I stood there again, legs trembling yet weren’t allow to kneel, hands tired but couldn’t let go of this piece of paper.
I took loud and short breaths out of my mouth as I sucked up more saliva drooling down my lips, my eyes dare not to meet hers... Not that she will punish me for it, but I wouldn’t want to know what she was planning to do next, so, I complied.
"My name is Cory Jay Smith, 23 years old. I fully consent to the contents of this contract between me and party B—Anshur von Rodolfo—as well as any related spontaneous sexual-driven desires of either party during our recreational activities. I hereby state this contract legally binding."
I didn’t know if it was good enough, but I assumed that it was for Anshur, because I saw her let go of the shock clicker and crossed her arm with a smile.
"Now, Cory." Anshur spoke, "Strip."
Seeing that my brain was still in short-circuit, unable to response to her simple command, she sighed and picked up her clicker again.
"Wait no please, no, NO NO NO!"
I got on the ground, and held her calves, stuffing my face against her knee to beg.
"I’ll listen... Please stop, I’ll- I can’t... No no, strip, yes, strip right? Strip? I remember now, I can do that, please."
She was unimpressed to say the least.
"Do more, talk less." She said, shoving me away and wiping off her clothes from any traces of my "stain".
I stood up and began to strip myself naked as fast as I can, first was my t-shirt, exposing my swollen and damaged nips, then my shorts, and finally, the soaked underwear.
All were toss to the ground where my bra was.
My eyes followed Anshur’s hand as she held out her index finger and pointed back at the pile.
"Pick up your panties, and stuff it in your mouth."