It turns on, causing her to thrash again, then off. She then carefully hoists herself onto the kitchen counter and lays down lengthwise across it, her head directly above the empty sink. She screams and screams until she’s too weak to muster any sound, then listens for any sign of assistance. Sandra blinks a few times, shakes her head, and looks at the clock. When programming MasterOS she based the software on an AI algorithm that her father had helped create at his tech firm, and now it’s doing what AI does; learning. Sandra starts to grab a second second set of cuffs for her ankles, but she remembers that she owes a punishment for her failure in the kitchen. As she approaches the point of no return she suddenly stops all movement and silently counts down from thirty to allow her orgasm to subside. Sandra’s prior pain pales in comparison as her sphincter tightens from the current coursing through it, gripping the vibrating plug even tighter. Reaching into the small side pocket of the briefcase she extracts a small latex thong with wires leading to a separate dedicated wallet sized box, the thong was precisely trimmed and modified to not interfere with any of the Master’s features.
