"Master, wait, please."
"Wait???"
She shouldn't have questioned him but his impatience surprised her. He never went this fast with her. Usually he savored her, played a game with her, called her over to the camera to inspect the damage, teased her and enjoyed his work, but tonight he seemed in a hurry.
"Open your dress. Put on the belts," he typed. His impatience was palpable.
Helen began to unbutton the dress when he went silent in a new way, cut off.
"Master?" she typed.
No answer.
"Hello?" she typed again.
Again, no response.
This sometimes happened. Sometimes Instant Messenger failed and they lost contact for a minute or two, and she didn't panic. She went ahead carrying out his orders, knowing he'd be back as soon as he could.
She finished unbuttoning her dress, then adjuste
