The Online Sub

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Each day, she’d message Him
He’d answer when it was his whim
Her toys spread out on the bed
To do the things He said

Sometimes He might ask
Or set her a simple task
Get her so wet between her legs
Then laugh away her begs

Other times He might call
Make her to her knees fall
His voice made it all so real
Swear His cock she could feel

Addicted, to His sound
Instructed, her sex shed pound
Until, “oh Master please!”
Permission to release

Before He let her go
Before she lost that glow
“I’m Yours” He would have her say
And promise not to stray

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