As expected of the number one sister!

In February 2014, having just finished her work on the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, Dong Qing returned to her luxurious apartment, feeling relaxed and carefree. As a leading CCTV anchor, she had achieved both fame and fortune. At the Gala's after-party, she had even received a marriage proposal from a wealthy young man, wearing a diamond ring the size of a pigeon's egg. A smug Dong Qing returned home, happily removing her limited-edition Manolo Blahnik over-the-knee high-heeled boots, revealing only black 680D high-end pantyhose

. As she entered the living room, her relaxed demeanor vanished instantly upon seeing a black box on the dining table. Her once radiant face was now filled with fear and shyness. It was just an ordinary cardboard box with a green card bearing the letters "sis," yet it had terrified the powerful and famous CCTV anchor, Dong Qing.

Taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage, approached the box, and, as if using great force, opened the lid. The box neatly contained a black latex bodysuit, a black latex hood, and a black gag, among other SM items. For a celebrity like Dong Qing, sending this seemed like a deliberate prank. A normal woman would probably immediately call the police, but Dong Qing sighed, slumped weakly to the table, and pulled out her phone to dial a number. In Dong Qing's contacts, this number was saved as—Boss!
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"Boss, hello," Dong Qing tried to calm herself.

"Baby, did you receive what I left with you?" A hoarse, sinister voice came from the other end of the line, sending chills down one's spine, like the cry of a bat; clearly, the other person had used a voice changer.
"Yes, I saw it. I'll get dressed as soon as possible." Surprisingly, Dong Qing wasn't angry at all; she even said she would wear the kind of sexy clothes women wear as sex toys.

Good, as usual, put on the earpiece first, so she wouldn't have to keep making calls. "
Following the so-called boss's instructions, Dong Qing hung up the phone without hesitation, picked up two silver earplugs, and inserted them into her ears. These earplugs, designed to mimic cochlear implants, fit perfectly in Dong Qing's ears, not only blocking out external sounds but also functioning as communicators, allowing her to hear only the voice from the transmitting device on the other end. Furthermore, the earplugs contained miniature microphones, so whatever Dong Qing said could be clearly heard by the other party. These earplugs, resembling spy gadgets, now imprisoned Dong Qing's hearing and became a talisman for her to accept humiliating orders.
"Now you obediently follow my orders. After all these years, you've learned to listen. I won't say any more nonsense like 'if.' Go to the mirror in the living room, take off your clothes, and take everything from the box with you." A man's voice came through the communication earpiece, still as chilling as ever, even clearer in the earpiece, making Dong Qing feel her hair stand on end.
The female anchor obediently placed the box on the floor next to the mirror, then began to undress. Since returning from outside, aside from taking off her over-the-knee high-heeled boots, she hadn't even had time to remove her coat. She first took off her brown wool overcoat; underneath, Dong Qing wore a black fitted blazer, and beneath the blazer's opening, a gray, tight-fitting knitted mini dress could be seen. The hem of the short skirt revealed a semi-transparent tulle, indicating that the knitted skirt also had a lace-trimmed petticoat. Combined with the black pantyhose on her legs, each piece of clothing was from a high-end international luxury brand, undoubtedly expensive, and perfectly accentuated Dong Qing's figure.
Dong Qing glanced at herself in the mirror, maintaining her dignified and elegant posture, but began to remove her trench coat, suit jacket, and knitted skirt one by one, leaving only the black pantyhose on her legs and a white V-neck long-sleeved undershirt under the knitted dress. The white undershirt was a common cotton undershirt, which could... For warmth, this basic cat-themed underwear also had a body-shaping effect, so Dong Qing had to take it off as well. Standing in front of the mirror, wearing only the underwear, a purple bra and a purple thong faintly visible through the crotch of her pantyhose—it was a matching set.
Dong Qing paused for a moment, then, without further hesitation, began to unfasten the back clasp of the purple bra. The rose-patterned bra left Dong Qing's mature 41-year-old body, freeing her full breasts. Dong Qing couldn't help but blush, but didn't stop. She grabbed the lace trim at the waist of her black pantyhose and... The high-waisted, figure-hugging pantyhose were slowly pulled down to her calves, then the left leg, then the right.
Her entire body of fair skin was now fully revealed, with only a purple thong with a rose pattern remaining on this mature woman's body, protecting her most private genitals. Dong Qing blushed slightly, but still pulled the thong off, exposing her vulva, which bulged like a small steamed bun. Around the vulva, however, there wasn't a single pubic hair; around the dark brown labia, only a patch of delicate, white flesh remained.
“Boss, I’m all naked. My underwear is off too,” Dong Qing obediently replied.

“Good. Now, hold the underwear and black pantyhose in your hands.”
“You saw me today? You know I was wearing black pantyhose?” Dong Qing couldn’t help but ask.
“Of course! Don’t think I haven’t been watching you just because you were busy hosting the Spring Festival Gala. You’ve been under my surveillance the whole time. The black pantyhose you’re wearing today doesn’t seem to be the same pair as yesterday, right? I’ve been observing very carefully! Don’t try to be clever, or you’ll be the one who suffers. Hold the pantyhose and underwear in your hands.” Dong Qing felt a surge of fear and couldn’t help but look around the room, as if eyes were watching her. She had to bend over, sticking out her beautiful buttocks, and pick up the still-warm black pantyhose and purple thong she had just thrown on the floor
. The moment she bent over, Dong Qing felt a pang of panic, vaguely sensing that someone was watching her buttocks, as if admiring her anus! She stood up and couldn’t help but look back, but there was nothing there. "Boss, I have the pantyhose and underwear in my hands!" Dong Qing seemed to have guessed something. "How many days have you worn your underwear?" "Only one day, I changed it last night." " First, stuff the underwear into your mouth, then stuff the black pantyhose into your mouth. It has to be completely inside, not a single bit can be showing." The boss's orders made Dong Qing feel nauseous. She had worn her underwear all day, and when she smelled it closely, there was a faint smell of urine mixed with the smell of genitals, along with her own body odor. But Dong Qing didn't resist, slowly stuffing the purple thong into her mouth. After a slight wave of nausea, the underwear in her mouth was bearable.

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