Yes

"Okay I can live with this." I heard her think, "I've spent days without sleep before, I can do this, he'll get bored eventually and this will all blow over." Feeling more at ease she hit the reply link and sent off her message to me.

I jumped back into my body and was again jarred from going from her aroused body in my much less aroused body. I didn't bother to open her email, as I knew what she sent. Instead I sent her yet another pre-written email with details on her task to complete. As soon as I sent it I jumped back into her body.

Once back her arousal spiked again and again she believed she was getting off on the **** I was causing not suspecting I was making her feel this way.

Her phone buzzed again and feeling a little more at ease she opened the message:

Good Slut,

I see you can follow orders if you want to, now to make sure you understand how this works everyday I will assign you tasks to complete. Some days I might assign 1 task, other days I might assign 10 and I will never tell you how many tasks I am assigning you.

Failure to complete my tasks without good reason will mean the footage I have of you is made public. You can try to persuade me into not publically releasing the camera footage but it will have to be very tempting.

And now for your task I want you to complete for me today:

I want you to get all of your underwear and lay it all out in your bedroom, either on your bed or dresser but not on the floor. I want you to try to match as many bras and knickers as possible with each other, any left unmatched you can randomly assign them with another spare item that didn't match either. Don't forget to include what you are wearing right now, anything dirty or freshly washed either.

After you have completed this I will tell you what to do with them.

Master.

Katherine looked away from her phone and closed her eyes, "So it's an OCD pervert, okay I can handle this. He's seen more than my underwear collection" I heard her think and she let out a small laugh.

She walked up to her bedroom and was very aware now that there were cameras all around her house. She peeked at the walls but only for split seconds before turning her gaze away out of fear of further punishment. As soon as she stepped in her room she opened her dresser and threw all of her bras and knickers onto the bed. She walked over to her red washing basket in the corner of the room and spilled it upside down until all of her dirty clothes were on the floor. She dug out all previously worn bras and knickers. The knickers smelling of her juices thanks to my influence. They were also thrown on the bed.

She then walked to the top right corner of her bedroom and stripped her top off while facing the wall to try to hide herself from the cameras she was now very aware of. Once her shirt was off she quickly unhooked her bright yellow bra and tore it from her shaking body revealing her large chest somehow being paler than the rest of her body.

She quickly pulled her top back on and then proceeded to unbutton her jeans. As they fell to the ground I could feel her embarrassment from being made to do this. She hesitated and I had to push my influence on her a little to get her to drop her blue knickers to the ground and step out of them. It was one fluid motion from stepping out of them and back into her jeans. Her embarrassment again rubbed off on me, on the other hand my arousal rubbed off on her and the knickers she had just taken off had a large wet patch on them from her juices.

She them proceeded to take herself and the underwear she had just stripped off over to her bed and then began matching the underwear with one another. By the end of it she had 13 matching pairs, 9 mismatched pairs that look good together, and 21 stray knickers as she had run out of bras to match them with.

I jumped back into my body and loaded up the next email I drafted out beforehand. I added a sentence to the end and sent the message to her. As soon as I sent the email I jumped back into her body and again my entering her mind caused her arousal to spike again showing the beginning on a wet patch on her jeans.

Her phone notified her of my email and she opened the app on her phone a lot less scared than she had been a while ago, but soon that fear returned after she read what I told her to do.