He flew back in the chair and looked around him panic in his eyes.
There was a ping and another message popped up on his screen.
“I have recorded everything Mr Simpson so I suggest you sit down and do as you are told otherwise your Mistress will be most displeased.”
Reluctantly he sat down.
Ping - “Good girl – now nod if you understand that you are my bitch.”
He nodded and his face started to flush as he felt completely exposed and humiliated.
“Good girl – now its confession time – sit back a bit further so I can see you nice stockings and take your shirt off then I want you to say my name is Jason Simpson, I wear women’s clothes and I wank to photos of my female staff.”
Reluctantly he complied feeing shame burn his cheeks. He was completely at her mercy – if anyone came in he was s
