The game begins

"Now Maryanne, listen carefully to everything I say. While I talk to you, finger fuck yourself like you are trying to get off, but do not let yourself orgasm."

As Maryanne's hand mechanically slipped into her robe, she shouted into the phone "you are so fired, you little... you little..."

"Shut up! Do not talk unless you are answering me or I give you permission to. First some rules: you can tell NO ONE that I am doing this to you. You will do NOTHING to harm me, my family or friends. You will continue to follow your normal work routine as if nothing is wrong. You will bring that video tape back to me tomorrow and not try to damage it in any way. Now tomorrow morning you will arrive at work an hour early. Behind the dumpster out back, you will find a box with some clothes in it. You will strip naked and put on the clothes in the box. Before you leave for work, put on the brightest red lipstick you have, twice as much eyeliner and eyeshadow you would normally use, and tease your hair out so it's nice and big and fluffy. In the office tomorrow, you will walk by placing one foot directly in front of the other and swaying your hips. You will walk with your chest stuck out, one hand on your hip, and the other arm bent by your side with your wrist turned out and bent. If anyone asks why you've changed, say you're tired of masturbating to the Disney Channel and want a real man for a change."

"Now, when I say 'do you understand,' you will answer, 'Yes, Mrs. Corbin because I'm a stupid horny bitch.' Do you understand?"

Maryanne, who was cumming now, tried not to speak, but found herself saying, "Yes, Mrs. Corbin because I'm a stupid horny bitch."

"Very good. Now I'm about to hang up. When I do, you will fuck yourself to orgasm. You will then go into the bathroom and drink from the toilet until you think you've drank 32 ounces of toilet water. Then I want you to fuck yourself in every room of your place, including the closets, fuck yourself until you orgasm. Do not wipe yourself or clean yourself until tomorrow morning. Good night, bitch!"

After Mrs. Corbin hung up, Maryanne flung her phone into her couch. She dropped to her knees and fingered herself harder and harder. She was crying and cursing as she brought herself to orgasm. She collapsed on the carpet and wept.