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Sub Space: Part 1
After a very successful weekend with Mr. A and Sugar, we had a lot of material to share with the Gentlemen.
“You should transfer everything using your computer, it’s much better that way -and faster.” My Owner spoke matter-of-factly. 
I scrunched up my nose at his suggestion, thinking it was a bit silly of him to propose this, when it could be easily done from our phones.
“You’re wrong… uh, Sir.”
I immediately blushed at the statement that blurted out of my mouth on its own. I tried to correct my rudeness, but my Master simply stared at me with amused eyes.
“What?” he laughed.
Since he took no offense, I decided to speak my mind… to Sugar, of course, as I didn’t want to be punished for my insolence.
I whispered in her ear, “He is just a technology left-behind.”
This made us giggle like school girls until we realized that both our Masters were staring at us expectantly. 
“Nowadays people just airdrop their files,” I said in a “duh” tone.
“Okay, then, it had better work,” my Master said plainly before turning back to his friend and sharing a good conversation.
In the meantime, Sugar and I had exchanged our homemade porn via airdrop.
Knowing that I had made a good decision and was terribly drained from the night before, I went to bed without checking the files.
My Sir didn’t bother to ask me about them, either; he just gave me one more weary glance before tucking me in his arms for bed. 
The next day I found myself perched on my Master’s lap. He was doing work on his phone and playing with my nipples aimlessly. I was moaning lightly, propping my computer on my lap. 
I was eager to look at the material; it was the perfect time to go over the files and show my Owner that I was right.
As I was checking my email, where my files were sent after being airdropped, I gasped. 
My Owner made a sound of interest in response. I heard him put his phone on the couch before asking me, “What is it?”