Emma sat down at the computer. "What shall I wear today, Master?” she typed, and pressed Send.
As she waited for the answer she sat back, sipping her coffee and looking out of the window across to the beach. It was going to be a fine day, even quite a hot one. Perhaps she might venture in for a swim later; the water was almost warm enough now. Or if not that, maybe a game of tennis with Carol. It was always fun to see her; Carol cheered her up, told such funny stories. And doubtless there would be more "shocking” confidences about sex with Howard. Carol acted like she led a daring sex life, always trying new things, role-playing with Howard at home, dressing up, new sex toys.
She smiled to think how shocked Carol would be if she should ever tell her about her secret life. Yet she doubted if that would ever happen. Carol would never understand. She'd be disturbed, even distressed, if she knew the truth.
The computer bleeped. There was a reply.
"It's black today, for elegance. Bathe, wash your hair, shave your cunt carefully. Put on your new corset with the matching thong and new stockings. Your black patent leather shoes. Your black polo ...
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