Starting with a Prank

"You may sit"

James sighed with relief as he moved himself into a more comfortable cross-legged position on the floor, still holding onto his dick as ordered.

"From now on you will refer to me as Master. Do you understand?" Lisa instructed.

"Yes Master" James responded, a shiver running down his spine. Surely that had to mean..

"That doesn't necessarily mean I am a guy. I might just be fucking with you, or I might just like the sound of you saying it to me, okay?"

"Yes Master"

"To start us off, you are going to amuse me by helping me play a prank on someone. A real old battleaxe of a neighbour of mine, a total prude too."

James already didn't like where this was going.

"Don't worry, she lives in this apartment block. You don't have to go outside and it's usually pretty quiet around here. Anyway, you are going to ring her doorbell, introduce yourself and make up a funny and unbelievable excuse for why you have no clothes. But don't bring your nudity up, wait until she asks you. You have to do everything you can to keep the conversation going as long as possible. Do you understand?"

"I do, Master" James replied. He wanted to ask what he should do if this woman threatened to call the police, but since he was only allowed to respond to her questions he couldn't.

"Wonderful, I know you will do a great job. I am going to leave now and sneak into a place where I can film the two of you. We can watch it back together later, it will be fun! Now I need you to stay where you are for about five minutes from the time I leave before you go to flat 11 and ring the doorbell- she's always in. You got that?"

An excited Lisa gleefully made her exit, leaving James sat naked and alone on the floor with his dick still in his hand. Everything told him he should find some clothes, any clothes, and get out of here now. Or at least search the place for some sort of evidence of who his tormentor was. Instead he sat obediently in place, thinking of an excuse for his nudity that Lisa would find funny.