Aika Miura

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referring to me as Mistress Anna, they mean it. Now assume the position, as we continue our little conversation." Stan was no longer sitting on his chair. He was now on his knees next to his desk and keyboard. "Yes, Mistress Anna," typed Stan. "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 Aika Miura gallery clothes are ripped to shreds?" "A messenger will be dropping something off in a few minutes that will help you 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. ...(cont.)
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