"Good," typed Anna, "Now the real fun can begin."
Stan's mind raced. His love for pornography had really gotten him
in trouble this time. He was in his private office, kneeling naked
at the keyboard. Subliminal messages put into an x-rated computer
text file had turned him into "Mistress" Anna's computer playtoy.
Even if it weren't for the subliminal desire to obey her, Stan was
totally dependent on her, since his clothing was torn into little
pieces in the waste paper basket.
"Mistress Anna," typed Stan, "This is fun, but how am I going
to get home now that my
av idol mpegs clothes are ripped to shreds?"
"A messenger will be dropping something off in a few minutes
that will help
your bitch and Masami Nagasawa with that little problem," typed Anna.
Anna's words had just appeared on his screen, when someone
"Yes," said Stan nervously, painfully aware of his present
"Delivery," said a man outside the door.
"Just slip it under the door," said Stan.
"I can't," said the man, "it's too big. Besides, I need to get
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