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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Greenwich...)

No sooner does your girlfriend send her panicked offer through, when a video chat request pops up on her phone from an unknown number.

“Oh god Ross, they’re calling me now. Do I pick it up?” She looks at you with her eyes wide with fear and panic.

“You’re going to have to. I can’t think of any other option” you respond downheartedly.

She accepts the call, and to her surprise the screen is black. Either her blackmailers are sitting in a very dark room, or they’ve disabled the camera on their phone. Suddenly a voice comes over the phone, but it’s an unusual, metallic, almost robot-like voice. You ponder if they’re using some sort of voice modulation software. You also wonder why they would bother to hide their identities when it’s obviously the IT guys from her work.

“Hello Rachel.” She waves the phone at you to show you the black screen before turning it back to herself.

“Hi,” she responds nervously. “Who is this?”

“I don’t think that really matters at this time, does it? Not as long as I have a series of photographs of you first partly naked, and now sucking on your boyfriend’s cock.”

“What do you want?” You can see tears welling up in her eyes, as she looks completely defeated and at the mercy of whoever is on the other end of the video call.

The robotic voice once again springs to life. “Well, since you couldn’t follow some simple requirements before, I thought that actively monitoring you would help you understand what you’re being asked. First off, let’s get some simple things straight. You’re a whore.”

The phone goes silent, expecting a response. You sit down, feeling the same defeat that Rachel is sensing. She doesn’t respond, and waits for the following command. Instead, the voice at the other end starts up again. “Admit it. Say it out loud. Feel how it tastes in your mouth.”

She locks eyes with you as she follows the instructions of the voice, saying meekly, “I’m a whore.”

“And whose whore are you?”

She keeps eye contact with you, rather than looking at the phone directly. “I’m your whore.” She sniffs her nose, and wipes away a tear.

“Okay, good. Now we’ve got that out of the way, we have to have a punishment for my whore’s failure to follow some very clear and very simple instructions. This will be a two-step requirement. The second step will be in an envelope waiting for you on your desk at work tomorrow. But for now, tell your stunt cock that we need his assistance…”