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Tom wasn't particularly experienced when it came to women however he was very experienced when it came to porn. Unfortunately for Betsie his porn interests included mind control and humiliation; neither of which Tom thought he would get to indulge in real life. It was like all his birthdays coming at once. "Do as you're told and show me your tits!"

Betsie knew this was coming but she still shivered at the command. Rocking back on her haunches, Betsie grabbed the bottom of her T-Shirt and lifted it to her chin. She then pulled her bra down and her tits spilled forth. Betsie could practically see the drool form around Tom's mouth. 'It's probably the first pair of tits he's ever seen,' thought Betsie.

"Awesome!" Tom said as he leaned in for a closer look. "This is sooo cool!" Betsie didn't think it was cool. "Shake you tits!" Tom didn't even give her a second before he said, "Do as you're told and shake your tits!" Tom watched Betsie's tits bounce; for Tom this was the greatest thing he had ever seen. Betsie was starting to get nervous. Tom looked like he was being hypnotised by her bouncing breasts. She was certain that he would quite happily stare all day and she didn't really want to spend the day kneeling in front of him, shaking her tits until someone else came along. Before Betsie could say anything, her next command came in. "Do as you're told and play with your tits!" Betsie began to fondle her own breasts under the unblinking gaze of her neighbour.

"Er, can we do this somewhere more, you know, private?" Betsie asked, getting increasingly nervous. She started to glance around to make sure nobody was walking by.

"Why? You like showing off. Do as you're told and pinch your nipples."

"Ow! No I don't! Now let me cover up!" demanded Betsie.

"Aaaah but I like seeing your boobs!"

"Then take a fucking picture it'll last longer!" Betsie shouted. The words were out her mouth before she knew it. Betsie had never wanted to retract a sentence like she did now. She could see the lightbulb going on above Tom's head. Somehow his smile got even wider. Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "No! No! No!" said a panicked Betsie. "I was only joking! I was only ... Don't you fuckin'!"

FLASH!

The horror on Betsie's face was immortalised on Tom's phone. Tom grinned. He looked like a kid that just got a brand new, top-of-the-range bike for Christmas. Tom checked the picture on the phone and frowned. Betsie's nipples were covered by her hands as she pinched her teats however there was a scowl on her face. Tom easily fixed both problems. "Do as you're told and look happy and show off your tits." This time when Tom took a picture it showed Betsie smiling and deliberately lifting her breasts to the camera. She even pushed out her chest to make the display of her tits even better. Tom was much happier with this picture. He took a second picture just to be on the safe side.

"Please stop," begged Betsie. Her voice was pleading but her face bore a happy expression.

"But I'm not doing anything," joked Tom, "You are!"

Betsie wanted to knock Tom's head off his shoulders. "Just fucking give me the delivery," snapped Betsie then realising what she had done she added, "Please."

"But I'm enjoying the show!"

'Stop being such a fucking child,' Betsie thought. "You've had your show, you've got your picture now please let me go."

"Hey! That rhymed. You're a poet and you didn't even know it!"

"Fucking grow up. I don't want anyone seeing me like this." Even though Betsie's voice was angry, the fact that it came from her smiling face lessened its impact.

However not by enough, Tom took offense. "After yesterday they've already seen you naked," Tom fired back. Slowly he began to smile. The grin on Tom's face told Betsie that whatever happened next wasn't going to be good news for her. "Do as you're told and strip naked."

Betsie wasn't surprised by this command. If she was honest with herself, Betsie had been expecting it from the start. However it still gave her a shock. "Please no. You're taking this too far." Still looking happy Betsie tried to plead her case while her hands went to work. "No please I don't want to do this." The 'do this' part was a little muffled as her top was pulled over her head. Tom watched with rapt fascination; he had only seen stripteases online. While Betsie wasn't exactly putting on a show, Tom couldn't help but find it sexy.

Betsie continued to beg as her bra joined her top on the floor. This was the stuff of nightmares for Betsie; stripping in front of her creepy neighbour. To make it even worse it was in public. As Betsie shifted her position to take her trainers off, she prayed nobody else was watching. "Tom, you need to stop this. What if someone sees us?" Betsie continued to try and make her case.

"Then they'll enjoy the show too." Tom continued to ignore her case.

Both trainers were now off. "What if your parents come back?" Betsie was trying everything she could think of to get out of this mess. She hated how she still had a stupid smiley face made her look complicit while she was embarrassing herself.

"Oh I would worry about that."

Betsie's socks were off. "What about if any children came by? I'm sure you'll agree it isn't right for a kid to see this!" Betsie was clutching at straws.

"They should be at school."

It felt like Tom had a smug answer for everything. Betsie began to wiggle out of her jeans. "What if er." Betsie didn't finish her sentence because she had bigger problems; Tom had taken his phone out again. "Don't fucking take any fucking picture!"

FLASH

Tom took a picture of his smiling neighbour removing her jeans. Betsie only had one item of clothing left and Tom knew he would be taking some pictures of its removal. 'Awesome,' he thought.

Betsie used a tremendous amount of will power to prevent her from removing her last vestige of dignity. However it was not enough as her hands grabbed the waistband of her panties. Betsie felt like today was one long nightmare whereas Tom felt like he was in dreamland. Betsie wanted to close her eyes and block out the world however she found that she couldn't do so. Apparently it would have made her look unhappy. Betsie watched as Tom took picture after picture as she lowered her panties down her legs.

Betsie's face smiled as her panties joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. Betsie really wished she could change her facial expression. However her fake smile could not compare to Tom's massive grin. Tom was thinking this could be the greatest day of his life. He could feel his dick straining in the confines of his pants. Even though Tom was taken photos, he knew he wouldn't need to look at them as every image was being burned into his brain.

Instinctively Betsie went to wrap her arms around her chest and crossed her legs to maintain her modesty. However, instead of covering her tits, her hands lifted them up to continue showing them off. She didn't even feel the roughness of the ground on her butt because of the ongoing nightmare. Much to Betsie's horror, she noticed Tom was sporting an erection. Betsie's mind was working at a million miles an hour. Random scenarios came into her mind like Tom being struck by lightning or having a heart attack or being knocked out cold by a rogue drone. Anything to get her out of this mess. Betsie figured there had to be a way out of this.

Wasn't there?