A quick demonstration of Jessica's powers

Before waiting for an answer, you feel yourself being hoisted from your kneeling position by the waistband of your panties. Jessica says "How about I show you all the nifty things I can do? It will be a great way to explain the source of my power..." You reflexively look up, no longer compelled by Jessica to hold your position, and see in your mirror that your panties are being stretched skyward into an epic wedgie. Before you have time to stand and catch yourself, your panties continue up and you suddenly find yourself suspended by the wedgie.You hang there, wincing as you hear the laughter of Jessica.

"As a first demonstration, you can feel for yourself my raw strength. I can easily lift you and put you wherever I want." You feel yourself glide through your house, panties now wedged thoroughly between your cheeks.

"I also am not limited to influencing you or what I am touching..."As you move through the house, you hear a noises coming from all of your windows as ever single blind and curtain is opened wide, leaving every room in your house visible to your neighbors and any passerby on the busy street outfront.

As Jessica continue, you are deposited on your sofa, kneeling again with your pantied butt facing your big front windows. "One thing I should Mention Vicky, is that while I am very powerful, I have one very specific limit. You see, I can literally do whatever I desire to you and our surroundings...as long as it results in you feeling shame. For example, lets say I wanted to maximize your exposure to that busy road..."

Vicky looks out the window to see the morning rush hour traffic outside. She even made accidental eye contact with a driver who did a double take as they passed by, not believing at first that there was a fully exposed woman presenting on her couch. Vicky begins to plead, "Jessica, be reasonable...you don't have to do thi-". Before Jessica can continue, a rubber ball materializes in your mouth and a strap wraps around her head securing it in place.

"That's better, I hate being interrupted while I work. As I was saying, lets say I wanted to make it easier to see you from the road. Well for one I could improve the lighting..." The room brightens considerably as two spotlights from nowhere shine down from the ceiling to illuminate Vicky on the couch. "or change your window for better viewing..." The window in Vicky's living room began tho shimmer and shift as it became sparkly clear and allowed not a single glare to obstruct the view of Vicky. "Or maybe I wanted your audience to have more time to see you..." Outside the once bustling traffic slows down to a crawl, providing each driver plenty of time to enjoy the scenery. "I can even draw attention to you however I want..." Suddenly a radio clicks on and Vicky hears the morning traffic reports. The reporter, clearing coming in from a helicopter, says "While most of the city will make it to their destinations on time, I am told there is a specific slowdown on the east side of town caused by a woman performing some sort of bdsm act in her living room, leading to considerable rubbernecking and slowdowns."

The radio clicked off. Every fiber of Vicky's being wanted her to get up and run as fast as she could to hide from the complete exposure she now endured. But no matter how she fought it, she could not leave the couch. Unable to leave, Vicky grabs a pillow and covers herself. She hears a chuckle from Jessica, "You know if you fight it, I will have to make things even worse for you..."