Yoga

Mia was a mess as she finally broke down. She wailed as she stood upright, completely naked, displaying everything. She didn’t even bother trying to cover herself, knowing the futility of even trying. The vanquished foe just wanted it to be over. Her former confidence had collapsed, leaving nothing more than thoughts of why she’d believed she could take on Roxy in the first place.

“Let me go. Just let me go. You win.”

“I know I win.” Roxanne shuffled on the stool as she got antsy. “I can see I win. Now, you’re going to give me a show.”

“No… no more.”

“You’re going to show my viewers everything. They want some “premium” content, so I hope you're good at yoga. Now, come closer. And if you try anything funny, well, you know what’ll happen.”

Mia prepared to obey, only for Roxanne to thrust her hand out as if she’d had second thoughts.

“No, I’ve got a better idea. Crawl. Get down on your hands and knees and crawl in front of the camera.”

Mia resigned herself to her fate. She got down on the ground and crawled slowly like a dog towards Roxanne and the camera. Roxanne didn’t need to check to know how wet watching this made her.

“Now, kiss my boots.”

Roxanne stuck her feet out, watching for any indication of a last act of rebellion, but Mia obeyed, planting her lips on each of her boots in turn. With that out of the way, Roxy proceeded to unload an array of humiliating positions for the camera.

Mia kneeled with her hands behind her head to let the camera record every intricate detail of her tits in 4K. She was then **** to sit with her legs spread wide open, exposing the entrance to her pussy, before being **** back into her “dog” position to do the same from the back. The positions continued as she exposed her most intimate areas at Roxanne’s pleasure.

When Roxanne was finally out of ideas, her phone vibrated in her pocket, breaking her trance.

“Wonderful. Now, Mia. You can go. Leave the clothes and get the fuck out of my house.”

Roxanne glared at her as Mia fled the room. She picked the phone out of her pocket and was surprised to find an actual SMS message. Nobody ever sent her those, apart from her father and various fast-food restaurants.

The text read:

“We need to talk, Roxy.”

It was her sister.