"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 Mayuka Suzuki 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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