Denise's next instructions

Denise ran from Jon's house and straight into her own. She was shaking so much she had trouble opening her door. Once inside she collapsed on the kitchen floor her legs not able to carry her any longer. Oh how she wished Sarah hadn't gone home last night. Even if she was her Mistress and she wasn't completely sure she could trust her, she needed someone to talk to. Denise sat there for almost twenty minutes before her mind and body calmed down enough for her to walk to the kitchen table. Once there she opened her computer and loaded her email server. She didn't want to, but she for some reason felt compelled to do so.

When her browser opened, right on top was a message from the App. In spite of her wanting to delete it, she clicked on it as her body shivered as to what might be inside.

Slut,

We have been watching you closely for the last couple days. You have performed well and we are pleased. You have obeyed your Master and Mistress and are becoming a very obedient slut. Jon will be busy today, so we will assign today's task. We realize that you are unemployed and in need of a job. Jon informed us that at your mother's school, they have an opening for an aide in the athletic department, no experience necessary. Jon informed your mother of your current situation and she will be contacting you later this morning. We are aware that you know we are observing her, so this will come as no surprise when we say she will be offering you an interview for the job. We expect you to put your best effort into this interview. We expect you to arrive on time, be polite, and do exactly as you are told, no exceptions. If you are offered the position, you will accept regardless of conditions. Your dress will be a short black skirt and a crop top and heels, panties, bra and stockings are not allowed. As per Jon's instructions, you are not allowed to climax without permission. We will be watching and expect complete obedience. Enjoy your day slut and do not disappoint us.

Master

Denise sat there at the table. She read the mail over and over. No longer were there promises of rewards, just demands. The task wasn't about exposing her body for fun and money, but pushing her deeper under their control. She knew that the job, wasn't going to be like a normal job, but it was clear that she wasn't being given a choice. A tear ran down her cheek as she realized her life was no longer her own.