Model

Well done Slut,

Firstly is a matter of formality, I'll be honest here and tell you that I don't like calling you by your title (slut) and would much proffer to call you by a more personal name. So seeing as how I know you like to call yourself 'Kat' I'm going to take that a step further and from now on your are called Kitty. Any communication between me you will sign with Kitty and whenever possible you will refer to yourself as Kitty.

Now that we have that out of the way, let's get to what I want you to do with your now organised underwear. You're going to model it for me.

I want you to strip off completely and one by one you will wear a pair of your underwear and walk around your whole house wearing only that. As soon as you get back into your room you will slowly strip off that pair at the door and walk over to your next pair to model for me. The underwear stays where you dropped it until I say otherwise.

I also notice that you have quite a few pairs of knickers left over with no bras to go with them, and you are going to model those too. The catch is that you cannot wear the same piece of clothing twice, as soon as you have gone through all of your bras you cannot wear anything over your chest until all of your underwear is modelled.

Finally, you are not allowed to cover up or hide your body in the corner at all. If I see you trying to hide your body then I will give you more punishment tasks.

If you understand everything here then email me back saying, "I will model for you master." Afterwards you will start your task.

Master.

"Oh God. Oh shit. I can't do that." I heard her think. "I can't walk around my house like that." I was just about to influence her mind, but before I could even begin I heard her mind speak up again. "But he already has enough footage of me to ruin my whole career. I have **** but to comply."

With that she looked back down at her phone and typed her message back to me. With a sigh she grabbed her shirt at the bottom and lifted it off her tight body, her large chest bounced as her tits freely swung out in the open. As she dropped her top on the ground I could feel her embarrassment and I loved it. My reaction to it again added to her unwilling arousal as her trousers now had a large wet spot on the crotch, realising this made me, and thus her, all the more excited.

She then proceeded to unbutton her trousers again and let them drop to the ground revealing her dark trimmed pubes. I could hear her thinking over and over again "Don't cover with your hands, don't cover with your hands..." and she leaned over her bed to grab a pair of black lace underwear and a bra to match. Quicker than I've ever seen anyone put on clothes she was semi-dressed and slowly made her way to the door. Stopping just at the doorway she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she then took her first step.

Walking around her house in her underwear was nothing new for her, but with the realisation that there were now cameras planted in every room had her face, all the way down to her chest, red with embarrassment. She walked while keeping to the left side of the hallway, coming to a new door she slipped inside the spare bedroom and strutted as best she could halfway in the room, did a spin and then back out. She followed the left side again until getting to the bathroom and did the exact same.

Her mind was a mile a minute thinking about what was she was being **** to do, "I can't believe that freak has me doing this." "I'm going to get him back one day." "I'm going to kill that bastard." I was happily just a passenger in her mind at this point, I didn't care that she hated me seeing as though she didn't know who was making her do this. I was just happy to be able to see through her eyes and feel her embarrassment as she strutted half naked throughout her home. Every time she looked down at her body in disbelief over her task my arousal hit her again and again as her E-cup tits were right at her face each time.

Finally she made it back to her room and as she stood back in the doorway she quickly stripped off the black lace underwear and ran to her bed where she grabbed a more appropriate pair of underwear. Large white fabric that may as well have been a crop top and swimming shorts. She was happy to be wearing something again, but she wouldn't like what was about to happen as she broke 2 rules at once.

I jumped back into my body and quickly wrote out an email to send her, as it sent she had just made it downstairs in her lap around the house.

Her phone in hand she looked at my email as I jumped back into her mind, her body reacting to my arousal by pulsing more of her fluids into the large white knickers. When she finished my email I felt her dread,