You have some instructions

"Go and clean yourself you filthy cunt," you sneer, pointing to the stairs. "Then return here for instructions." Snuffling she rises and shuffles towards the stairs giving you a fearful glance as she goes. You tuck your cock away and sit down to await her return, thinking over the possibilities.

By the time she returns, looking abashed but largely restored except for some puffiness around her mouth. Without being told she stands in front of you, her head bowed and her hands clasped in front of her, silently waiting.

"You will follow this Chanel tonight. See where she goes and what she does. Do not get caught. You will watch until she is done, then follow her back. You will report to me at dawn tomorrow."

"Yes sir," she says quietly, looking miserable.

"Why so sad, you little bitch? Didn't you like the reward I gave you?"

"I was scared," she whimpers softly. "I was choking, I thought I was going to die."

"You will learn," you say with a cruel smile as you stand and step towards her. "You will learn to please me with all your holes. Be a good little spy and you can have my cock again as a reward."

She quivers, looking at you with anxious eyes, wriggling slightly as she stands. You smile and pull her to you with one arm, sliding your other hand down her leggings to probe her cunt. She's sodden with excitement, moaning softly as you finger her, her eyes half lidded with need.

"Just like I thought," you sneer as you probe her. "You're still wet and horny. You loved having my cock down your throat."

"Oh God yes....." she moans, writhing against your hand. "Oh God I want to be good for you, be your good girl, your good spy. Oh God yes...."

She's starting to buck against your hand, rubbing her engorged clit against your probing fingers. You let her get close to orgasm before you pull your hand away, making her gasp in loss. You hold your wet fingers to her mouth and she sucks her nectar off them eagerly as she tries to rub against you. You indulge her for a moment, then push her away with a cruel smile.

"Take yourself home. Pleasure yourself if you must, but do not fail me. I expect a full report in the morning. Go!"

With a whimper and desperate glance at you she turns and walks to the cottage door. She gives you a long lingering look as her hand rests on the knob, then nods and turns with a choked sob, leaving the cottage.