Mia hesitated at the command. She felt utterly powerless before Roxanne, who had now taken a position on the stool.

“Strip,” Roxanne said coldly.

The high-pitched whine increased in intensity, the discomfort prodding at her like tiny needles. She knew what would happen if she didn’t submit to Roxanne’s control. Mia’s hands trembled as she grasped the hem of her shirt.

Her movements were slow, the fabric feeling like it was clinging to her skin. She gently started to lift it, exposing her torso little by little. Her torso came into view, and she paused momentarily as she felt the cold steel of embarrassment. With a deep breath, she pulled the shirt over her head, revealing the LILAC bra encasing the defined contours of her breasts.

The air crackled as she let her shirt drop to the ground next to her. She couldn’t lift her head to face the twin gaze of the camera and the leering Roxanne. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she stood with her bra on show – the bra she knew that she’d be losing soon enough.

The discomfort caused by the device ebbed as Roxanne turned it down again, a reward for following the first command.

Mia finally lifted her head to see Roxanne’s gaze lingering on her exposed bra. Her eyes seemed to darken at the power she held over her. The twisted pleasure made Mia feel a sense of disgust as the younger girl’s eyes widened, leering at her body.

“Good girl,” Roxanne breathed. “Now, take off your boots. I think it’s time to make you a little more comfortable.”

Her yellow boots were nothing special, but she’d hoped to use them to kick the snot out of Roxanne. Nevertheless, her hesitation cost her, as the sonic distortion device was turned back up a notch.

“I’m doing it. I’m doing it.” Mia squatted down and untied her laces. “Turn that down, please.”

Surprisingly, Roxanne showed mercy and turned it down again, just enough to make her aware of the looming Sword of Damocles if she got out of line. She took her time removing the laces and pulling off her boots and socks, leaving her barefoot.

It was a small loss, but she knew that whatever she had to strip off next would be devastating.