and Black Panties

Kim's smart watch beeped as she walked through the shopping mall. She pulled off to the side and placed her bags of shopping down besides herself. She had been busy with a few things. She checked the time on her watch and then opened her flight tracking app on it. Woody's plane had just taken off. Perfect.

Kim pulled out a new phone she had bought today, not hooked up to her smart watch, with a pay as you go sim in it. A burner phone, as it was called on TV. She opened the contacts and selected the only one in it, Jennifer's. She was about to cross a major line. Up till now the legality of what she had been doing may have been questionable, but this was definitely illegal. Still, no reward without risk. She sent her first message.

Me: Hi Jennifer. I have something of your's.

Kim did not have to wait long for a response.

Jennifer: Who the fuck r u?

Me: Someone very close to you.

Kim was running a bit behind schedule, she had hoped to be home by now to enact this part of the plan but she had come prepared just in case. She shifted back against a wall and opened her large purse that hung on her side. The black leather gave away to a few different sections. She opened a zippered off section and revealed the only object that was in there, the toy.

Taking her burner phone she opened the camera app, and turned on a portal to Jennifer's pussy. She was glad to see this open for once and the familiar dark lips of Jennifer's cunt appear in her bag. She made sure to very carefully take a picture only showing the toy in the bag and none of her surroundings or other sections of the bag. Once she was happy with it, she sent it along with another message.

Jennifer sat in her bedroom after a shower. She was on hold with the mail service when her phone got a message from an unknown number. She stared at the first one with a frown before tapping out her reply. The second message really creeped her out. 'Someone very close to you.' What did that mean? She was about to block the number when she felt the portal turn on and then another message came through.

'Literally.' It read but along with it was a picture of her own pussy lips on the end of a familiar toy in a black leather bag. Jennifer almost fell off her chair at her desk. The stranger. It was the fucking stranger and they had her number. How? She jumped as she felt a finger come to rest upon her lower lips.

Unknown: You feel warm. Did you like the taste of my cock this morning? Maybe have some fun while I fucked your mouth?

Me: Fuck u.

Unknown: Honey, we already did that ;)

Unknown: Don't you remember? The feeling of my cock in your cunt. My cum flooding your womb.

Unknown: Or did you prefer when I fucked your ass? You still looked a bit tender this morning. You should really thank me for sparing it and having you drain my nuts with your mouth rather than fucking that again. You were so nice at cleaning me up and kissing my cock. Good girl.

Jennifer baulked at that long text. She was more scared now than she had been when she had no way of communicating with the stranger. Now that they not only knew her, but had reached out to her. She shivered as she read their long text over and over again. Fuck, who said that sort of thing to someone? She felt flushed and…

Unknown: Well lookie here… someone is wet. Did you get turned on by my text?

She gritted her teeth as she felt that finger rub along her now damp pussy lips. Jennifer could not help if this whole situation was making her aroused. It didn't make her hate this less. It didn't make her less scared or angry. If anything it made her feel those emotions even harder as her body betrayed her.

Me: No.

Unknown: Liar. I think you deserve a punishment.

Jennifer tensed up at the words. What were they going to do to punish… she squealed as she felt fingers run along her lips. They moved straight up to her clit, circled it till it was coaxed out of hiding, making her moan, much to her embarrassment, and then grabbed onto it before pinching. Holy fuck, that hurt.

Jennifer had to drop her phone on the desk and bite into her hand just to muffle her scream. The fingers held on tight and began to twist it.Her whole body came alight, legs shaking frantically, she almost fell out of her chair as her other hand grabbed the desk and held onto it for dear life.

Kim kept up the rough treatment of Jennifer's clit for a full count of ten. More than enough time to make her point and then some. She released it but not before giving it a nasty flick. She waited for Jennifer to reply. It took almost a full minute, and Kim almost gave up, but Jennifer did text her back.

Jennifer: Please don't do that again.

Me: So the bitch can learn manners. You just need a firm hand.

Jennifer: Don't call me a bitch.

Me: Do you want your clit twisted again? Or worse?

Jennifer: Worse?

Me: I wonder if a tattoo shop will let me get it pierced. Or maybe I'll slap it right now till it is red and throbbing.

Jennifer: Please no. You can call me a bitch.

Me: I can call you what I like. Bitch, slut, whore, dicksleeve, cocksucker, cuck, loser. But right now I want something from you.

Jennifer: What?

Me: A selfie.

Jennifer: Why?

Me: Send it now or I see how many pegs I can fit onto your clit and maybe even your pussy lips if I feel like it.

Kim barely had to wait a moment before she received the image. There was a rather frazzled looking Jennifer, deep bags under her eyes, no make-up on and the most sour of looks upon her face imaginable. She was clearly sitting in what must be her room with those pop star posters up on the wall behind her. Even the angle of the photo was bad, shot without care, her face slightly out of focus. She could do better.

Me: That's a terrible photo. Retake it, properly this time, and smile.

KIm waited a little longer this time and was almost about to text a threat or tease her pussy to remind Jennifer of her predicament but the image came through. This one was better. Jennifer looked slightly more put together, her hair tied back, a perfect smile upon her face that did not quite reach her eyes, and from a good angle that showed she was wearing a purple hoodie. She was very good at taking selfies and even better at pretending to be happy.

Me: You look very pretty.

Me: What do you say when someone pays you a compliment?

Jennifer: Thank-you.

Me: Good girl. Have you told your boyfriend about this exchange yet?

Jennifer blinked. How did the stranger know she had a… probably her social media. That was not too hard to figure out if they knew who she was. It was plastered all over her page. She breathed a sigh of relief as she typed back to them.

Me: No, he knows nothing about this situation at all.

Unknown: Liar. I'm disappointed in you.

Me: Plz don't hurt me. I'm sorry. I won't lie again. He knows about the situation but not that u have messaged me or know who I am.

Jennifer felt her heart race as she quickly sent off that text. She had not enjoyed the pain they caused her before. It was pure agony upon her most sensitive place down there. It was worse than anything she had ever experienced before. She was terrified of their threat to do more to her. Would someone really be willing to pierce her down there? Even if they were not, there was so much more pain the stranger could cause Jennifer.

Unknown: Prove it. What colour are your panties?

Me: Black.

Unknown: Show me.

Jennifer whimpered as she looked at the text on her phone. The hold music from the postage service was still playing, making this whole situation so much more ridiculous. She couldn't do that… could she? But if she didn't… she felt a finger press on her pussy and almost jumped out of her chair to pull down her leggings and snap a photo of her panties between her thick, black thighs. She sent it off to the stranger.

Kim smiled as she received the picture. It was a little rushed but in focus. Not Jennifer's best work but it would do nicely. The panties were indeed black, mostly. They had a cute little white, winking skull with a purple bow on them.

Me: Cute panties. Next time when I ask you to take a picture, make sure it is nice. I want quality images from you slut. None of this rushed crap. Understood?

Jennifer: Yes, Sir.

Me: Call me 'My Owner' when you address me. Now, you are not to tell your boyfriend or anyone else that you are talking to, got it?

Jennifer: Yes.

Me: Yes who?

Jennifer: Yes My Owner.

Me: Good cocksocket. You have done well but still made some mistakes. To remind you to keep your big, fat trap shut about this I am going to take it away for the day.

Jennifer frowned as she wondered what her owner… the stranger… meant by that. She soon found out as the portal vanished from her pussy and reappeared across her lips. She tried to yell only for no sound to come out. Well fuck. She couldn't keep that on there all day long, could she?

Me: Please, My Owner, I need that today.

Unknown: Too bad. Next time be better. Now stop complaining and be on your best behaviour and I may feed you lunch later on or else you will go hungry today as well.

Jennifer groaned silently. She had not had a chance to have breakfast yet. She was hungry enough as it was. She did not want to miss out on lunch.

Jennifer: Fine.

Jennifer: I mean, Yes, My Owner. Sorry.

Unknown: You are forgiven this time but I may not be as kind in future. I'll be in touch… one way or another.

Jennifer sighed deeply. Could this day get any worse? Right then her phone stopped playing the hold music. "Hello this is Ben with customer support?" Said a man on the other end. "I see here you are chasing up a lost parcel. Can I please confirm some details and we can work on finding out what has happened to…" Jennifer just hung up the phone. No way was she going to be able to do that today either. She slammed her fist down onto her desk. 'Goddamnit,' she tried to say but was met with silence. She felt something sticky placed across her lips… was that tape?

Kim finished wrapping a few strips of duct tape across the mouth and putting it back along with the toy in her bag. Jennifer seemed only able to make wet mouth noises through the portal but she figured it was better safe then sorry. Besides, the last thing she wanted was Jennifer's spittle soaking through her bag. She had one last place to visit before heading home and glancing across the mall she saw the very store she was after. There with a set of large capitalised D's that were linked together like part of a chain. It was the Deviant Desires brick and motor store.