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Controlled by the man she met online; A master-slave connection(3)
"Master, wait, please." "Wait???" She shouldn't have questioned him but his impatience surprised her. He never went this fast with her. Usually he savored her, played a game with her, called her over to the camera to inspect the damage, teased her and enjoyed his work, but tonight he seemed in a hurry. "Open your dress. Put on the belts," he typed. His impatience was palpable. Helen began to unbutton the dress when he went silent in a new way, cut off. "Master?" she typed. No answer. "Hello?" she typed again. Again, no response. This sometimes happened. Sometimes Instant Messenger failed and they lost contact for a minute or two, and she didn't panic. She went ahead carrying out his orders, knowing he'd be back as soon as he could. She finished unbuttoning her dress, then adjuste
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