She sat in shock as she reads it. Until now she had though that his demands would just be online, at worse some x-rated pictures, but now she realised that he wanted so much more. He actually planned for her to leave the safety of her house.
Almost in a trace Annie got up and went to her bedroom. She found herself sifting through her underwear drawer, and she realised that he was right, her underwear had become boring, the drawer full of underwear that in general could only be described as granny knickers. But she still felt shocked as she gathered most of them up and shoved them into a plastic bag she had in her hand.
And then she reached under her skirt and removed the ones she was wearing, realising those too were dull and old fashioned. She stood thinking, almost disbelieving that it was her doing this, actually getting ready to dispose of almost her whole underwear collection, and all because some complete stranger had ordered her to do so. The rational part of her mind told her to stop, to tell him no, to threaten him again with the police, but she pushed such thoughts away, telling herself it would be madness, that he meant his threat of sending an email to everyone. And she told herself that was the reason she was doing this, fear, and not anything to do with the way he commanded her, that she had no sexual desire to do his orders at all.
Coming out of her thoughts she looked into the underwear drawer again at the few knickers remaining, trying to see what she could put on now to do a photo for him. Then at the back of the drawer she noticed an old Christmas present , a 'secret santa' present form work last year. She smiles as she stares, laughing at how she had blushed when she was given them and opened the present in front of everyone, and vowing she could never wear them.
She pulls them out, a bright yellow satin pair of panties, at least a size too small, very sheer and small ties at the sides. She holds them up looking at them, and thinks at least they will cover her most intimate area. She wiggles out of her skirt and steps into them, pulling them up and thensteps in front of her mirror to look at herself.
Immediately she realises she can clearly see the outline of her pussy thought them because of the tightness, and for a moment she decides to remove them. But even before she does she changes her mind, thinking that maybe they are her best option for now, that a picture of her in these could be enough to please him for now.
Quickly she takes the picture, using the mirror, camera angled down so as not to show her face. She studies it, considering deleting it because of how clear it shows up her pussy through the material, but she knows it will be the best she can do.
Skirt back on, she returns to her computer, uploading the picture without looking at it, too embarrassed to do so. She adds the picture to a reply to his email, adding “I will do as you ask” before pressing send.
Then realising the time, she gathers up her bag and leaves the house, trying to walk calmly to the park to dispose of the bag. She looks around as she walks through the park, her face feeling red as she tries to act normal, sure that everyone she passes must realise the contents of her bag.
She reaches the memorial just in time, and taking a quick glance around to ensure no one is watching, she drops the bag in the rubbish bin. She feels like she is being watched, sure he is out there somewhere, and with that thought in her mind, she turns to leave the way she came, wanting to be far away, from the park and this nightmare.
But even before she is halfway home, her mobile beeps, announcing a text, and with fear she reaches for it, realising that her phone number would have been in her diary, and before she even looks at the screen, she senses this is him as well.
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