Master baiting
Carol sighed and sat back. Master had told her to wait for him at the café, and she had done so for the last fifteen minutes. Was he late? Did he even remember this at all? Carol's mind was Not that she could blame him. After all, they had only mailed and, once in a while, used Skype. During those conversations she had confessed her most hidden secrets, and he never laughed at them, nor did them gross him out. After a couple of months deepening their friendship and trust they had decided to...
BDSM