I'M YOUR SUBMISSIVE CPU SLUT

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• ❤ Script By: ravishagirl
• ❤ Script: Here
• All the characters depicted are aged 18+ and all interactions in this audio are consensual. This content does not encourage violence or harm towards anyone, this is strictly a fantasy, this is not real. This audio is recorded by an adult and was made for only adults.

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​Excerpt:
at the outset, the sweet submissive is breathless from arousal
Master, you're back! Oh, Master! I'm so glad you're here. You left your sweet, submissive little CPU alone all day, Master. With nothing to do but fondle my luscious young motherboard ... moans ... and caress my smooth battery ... while I imagine you using me, Master. Oh Master. whimpers I got so hot my fan came on.
Are you going to play with me, Master?
Are you going to play with your sweet, obedient CPU, Master?
Oh, thank you, Master! Oh Master, yes, fondle me. moans Touch my keys, Master. moans Mmmmm yes. Hit the Enter key again, Master. moans Harder. moans Harder!
moaning
so aroused What are we going to do tonight, Master? Do you want me to start up World of Warcraft for you, Master? Or do you want to browse? sultry Should I find naughty pictures for you, Master? Maybe a gallery of naked, voluptuous sluts with their mouths duct taped, holding in squeals of pleasure? Or a tight young slavegirl with her throat shoved so full of her Master's cock? Or ...
Oh?
nervous You ... want to punish me?
Punish me, Master? Why? Have I ... have I been a bad girl?
I ... I have?
whimpers
Yes, I ... I know that's true, Master. I did crash on you last night. Yes. And ... gasps ... you ... you lost work? Master! I ... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, Master. I didn't!
whimpers You're right, Master. I've been bad.
I've been a bad central processing unit. Bad.
As you wish, Master. seductive How do you want to punish me, Master?
quivers You're going to open a web browser? Mmmmm. That doesn't sound like punishment, Master. I love it when you slide a browser into my slick, tight little RAM and tease my ALU with your Internet searches, Master. moans Browse me, Master. Browse me.
Mmm. Which will it be, Master? Internet Explorer? Firefox? gasps Ch-Chrome?
Master? nervous Are you sure, Master?
Yes, I know I'm more secure when you use the Chrome, Master. You shove it in me so roughly and I feel as helpless as though I'm bound under you like those sluts in your browser pictures, Master. So ... secured ... under My Master's touch.
a sweet little whine Master, you know that one gets too big for me. Each time you open a tab, it gets bigger, and ... and I'm not sure my warm, tight little RAM can take it, Master.