I hesitated, but I didn’t dare to show it, so I just tried to move slow, hoping that she’d changed her mind.
The vaginal discharge that had been flowing out coincidentally lubed my leg, so when I went down to pick my underwear back up, I felt small pleasure as I scraped my thighs together.
And I instinctively did it more, though quite careful as to not provoke Anshur.
I picked up my underwear and, for no particular rhyme or reason, I stretched it out for the both of us to look.
Just a simple, feminine, stretchy piece of underwear that was cheap and affordable. I wore white today, because these were the ones that the Sonders gave me, while I have a lot of black, too, from when I was living alone.
The thing was soaked in my own juices, as it dripped on the floor, and I gulped, looking at Anshur, hoping that she would give a different order, because... I didn’t want to stuff this filthy thing down my mouth.
"Cory," She spoke, which made my heart jump, "If that touches the ground, I will carve your stomach."
I fell to my knees immediately, sobbing uncontrollably as my face hit the floor. But knowing Anshur, she was telling the truth, and I absolutely could not think what she meant by carving my stomach. So, I put all my strength in my elbows, standing them up against the floor to hold the piece above my head.
"Urghh... Uwaaahhakwgjwwjwvwkw..."
Just hearing the click alone and I already start squirming like a literal bitch being stabbed, even when the electricity haven’t gone through.
"Stop... I’m doing what you ask... Stop... Guk... Anshur please."
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She held up the clicker, she didn’t use it, but it was good enough of a threat as-is.
I balled the piece of underwear up awkwardly and stuffed the thing in my mouth. My jaws were untrained enough that it could only open wide enough for a can of soda, so I barely got them in.
"Pinch your own cherries." Anshur further commanded.
This was a more simpler command, so I let out a deep breath.
I keep my kneeling position and straightened my back upright, with my panties inside my own mouth; I started sucking on it without much thought. It was shameful to admit, indeed, but I was feeling insurmountable joy and pleasure from doing this, so I didn’t waste no time getting my hands up to two erected protruding tips and started pinching it with actual force.
I moaned with my eyes closed, the thought of being watched and command thrilled me to no end, and when I think about it... I guess the fact that I technically was forced to do this, disassociated me from all the guilt and shame about how much of a slut I am.
Then, Anshur did the unthinkable.
She took off one shoe, throwing it right before me, and I looked up at her.
Anshur was still in her maid uniform, though she’d stripped it down to something informal, almost careless.
The white apron they (the maids) usually wore was missing, leaving the deep black of her dress uninterrupted from shoulder to hem with folds curved and settled around her knees.
Her gloves were still on, a spotless white against the dark sleeves, and her black stockings gleamed faintly where the small spots of sunlight light hit them, neat and proper as always.
She slammed her foot to my lips, and stuck her toes inside my mouth, pushing my underwear further down my throat.
My airway was half-blocked, my gag reflex reacted, trying to puke out whatever was blocking my throat.
Yet, the combination of my conditioned fear of the shock collar, and my lust for stocking-toes in my mouth overwrote my biology need for air.
I sucked it in even more; the juice from my own vagina still lingering, and sweats that came from Anshur’s toes after a morning of maidwork.
It was sweet, savory, umami, and everything nice that gave me hits of dopamine. So, I closed my eyes as I began to pinch myself even harder... I want to cum so bad, I terribly wanted to run my hands inside my pussy, but I wasn’t commanded to, so I just looked up at her with pathetic puppy eyes, hoping that she will know.
Anshur must’ve took noticed when she saw my eagerness; my throat were full of fabric and my teeth were practically scraping against her foot while my nips almost bled.
"You’re excited, Cory?"
"Who allowed you to?"
Her question instantly put a stop to all my motions, my pinching fingers, my licking tongue, my sucking mouth, my drinking throat and my scraping knees. I just stared up at her like a deer in headlight.
"Close your eyes." Anshur commanded.
And I did, terrified of my life.
After a short moment, of neither of us moving, and I was itching to be fucked that I couldn’t bear the time passing, I heard it.
It was painful, but I wasn’t commanded to stop, so, when Anshur started moving inside my mouth with her toes, I went back to doing exactly what I was told with my nipples and mouth.
Tears went down my cheeks once more.
"Open your eyes." She said.
She had her phone, flashlight and everything, recording my face, and I widened my eyes in terror.
This was too far, I thought.
But on Anshur’s other hand, she had the exact thing to keep my in check.
So, when she told me to continue sucking on my own vaginal juice, I did.
When she took off her stockings and stuff it in there, I did, almost unhinging my jaws, and a lot were hanging out.
When she told me to bark, I "oof!" like a good girl.
When she told me to lay on my back and masturbated in front of the camera, I thought that was too far and I refu-
I complied like a good puppy.
When she told me to edge myself; masturbating until I almost reach climax then stop, I tried to comply, but when my hands stop, I still somehow came buckets on the floor, both legs stretched as a nosebleed came through.
It was... Euphoric, a sense of pleasure I could barely comprehend.
"Cory, you filthy slut."
Anshur said, yanking her stocking out of my mouth as I laid there on the floor, practically having a seizure.
"I took out the batteries 5 clicks ago."
... I looked at her as she changed into new pairs of stocking, she came prepared.
"I will keep this video, to make sure you don’t talk."
Anshur left the room, and lunch was ten minutes away.