Sticky Fingers
What happens when your Master requires you to do something you don’t believe you can do…or else?
Are you ready, seated at your keyboard, in front of your mirror? The chat window on the screen demanded of me. “Yes,” I typed back. I was seated with my laptop on my chest of drawers so I could see myself in my full-length mirror as I typed. What are you wearing? The screen demanded next. “Nothing.” I typed, glancing at the mirror as if to confirm it, and saw my unbound, shoulder-length hair, full breasts, naked midriff,...