Make your presence known

You decide if nothing else, that Velma needs to learn who is in charge from now on, or at least that she isn’t in charge. You walk into the room, not bothering to step softly if anything you let your boots hit the wooden floor loud enough to draw her attention roughly in your general direction. She tries in vain to make out who or what is approaching her but as you have her only means of seeing, she can’t make out more than a dark blur in an already dark room.

“Who are you!? What do you want with me?”

You answer her by turning on her panties again. She cries out, even louder as the vibrations become more intense. She collapses on the ground again and you are so horny, you pull your cock out and start to jerk off at the sight of Velma trapped and helpless before you. After a few moments you release the button before it becomes unbearable and watch as tears stream down her face.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to. Because you are mine to do whatever I please with. For example.”

You walk over to her and she throws her arms out wildly and you grab her wrists, using the perfect opportunity to pull her orange turtleneck right off her body in one hard tug. You watch as her boobs bounce as they are freed from her rather tight top. Velma gasps and curls up into a ball, trying to conceal her rather impressive rack.

“No!! Stop! Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Yes you will, weather I stop or not. You are my personal toy from now on, to use and play with any way I want to. So why don’t you try to enjoy it. You seem pretty wet down there.”

Without thinking, she raises her skirt and sees her panties are soaked through with her juices, turning her face even redder with humiliation.

“Come on now, don’t be embarrassed. I know that you’re really a horny little girl who’s always dreamed of a hard cock plowing every hole she has. Why don’t you just admit how much you are enjoying this. I’ll bet it wouldn’t take much longer with this thing to make you cum.”

To prove your point you give the button and quick press and the shock to her pussy makes Velma convulse again. You decide to continue the torment and press it again, longer this time. She wriggles and tries desperately to grab at her groin, remove the vibe, do anything but let you see her reduced to this state. As she’s distracted, you grab and unclasp her bra, allowing her perfectly round breasts to come into full view, her nipples are nice and erect, her body betraying just how much she’s enjoying this. You finally release the button and she rolls onto her hands and knees, still trying to hide her cleavage from her captor.

“You might pretend to want to be a good girl, but there’s a little slut lurking behind these thick glasses.”

Her head snaps up as she realizes you have the key to her sight, somehow it makes her more compliant and she doesn’t beg this time. You study her as she turns the situation over in her head. Her face is flushed and she’s breathing hard, close to orgasm. Maybe you’ve broken through her boundaries already and she’s well on her way to accepting her new role as your personal whore. Or maybe she’s still contemplating out to get out of this whole mess and get her glasses back.