You are to pretend to be Sara

Open the door and introduce yourself to Jason, Sara.

With your hand already on the doorknob, you can feel yourself trembling from both nerves as well as the pleasure CARA was forcing on you. You can see Jason's silhouette on the other side of the frosted window waiting for you to open the door but opening the door is the last thing you want. Pulling your hand away from the door is met with another painful shock that frustrates just as much as it hurts as the pleasure you were feeling slips away.

“God damn it!” you whisper with as much quiet rage you can.

Your outburst does nothing but get you hit with another zap from CARA followed by her scolding you about your language again. All you want to do is curse her out and run away but the thought of how painful that action would be keeps you rooted in place. You wonder how far she would be willing to go to “correct” your behavior, especially considering how volatile her actions have already been.

Open the door and introduce yourself to Jason, Sara. Keep your voice light and with a pretty tone. I will search your projects to see if I can find something that can help if you are unable to stop sounding harsh.

This keeps getting worse the longer it goes and now you need to have a pretty tone, whatever that means. You reach up and grab the doorknob, hold your breath and open the door like ripping off a band-aid. Behind the door stand Jason, whose face lights up when he sees you standing there.

A rush of pleasure washes over you, “Ooh.”

“Hi. I'm Jason. I'm looking for Tom,” he smiles.

Introduce yourself to Jason, Sara.

You steel yourself and just get it over with, “I'm Tom.”

Again you are shocked by CARA for disobeying her orders but the pain doesn't go away. If you had to guess, she was insistent that you not mess up the interaction from her point of view and was sustaining the pain. You don't know how long you hold out before you submit but you wish it was longer.

“Sister! I'm Tom's sister. Sara. My name is Sara,” you spurt out with as feminine a voice as you can muster until CARA stops the shocking.

Once again you are rewarded with the euphoric wave that crashes against your very being. The twitching from your cock turns to partial arousal that is kept at bay by your tight panties. Unconsciously you squeeze your thighs together, stimulating the hidden cock under your dress. You feel yourself smile and bat your eyes while facing your friend's direction and it clearly is having an effect on him.

“It's nice to meet you, Sara,” he tells you with a toothy grin.

Sara, you should respond in kind.

A smaller but no less enjoyable pulse of pleasure runs down your spine, “It's nice to meet you too, Jason.”